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Hello? Is there anybody in there?

- Stop. - Ls there anybody inside?

Come on, please. Come on.

Is there anybody in there?

- Shit. - Open this goddamn door,

before I knock it the fuck in.

Is he back yet?

That deadbeat still owes me from yesterday.

Hey, look, you got 15 minutes before I call the cops.

Take a bath.

Miss.

Miss, excuse me. Sweetheart, are you okay?

- Is anyone coming to get you? - He left me.

Come with me. This is not a safe neighborhood. Come on.

Come on, come on, come on. I'm going to take you back to my house.

What's your name, miss?

He said, "This time, Dawn, it's gonna be different, Dawn."

"This time it will be different." Now I've been in that shithole for days now.

- Who? Who is it that said this? - John! My fucking boyfriend!

Mailbox 8860. It's a message from Dawn.

Can you have it read, "John, it's Dawn. I'm in Hollywood.

"Some Holy Roller found me on the street. Come fucking get me"?

I'm sorry, ma'am, I won't be able to write...

Okay. How about, "John, it's Dawn. I'm in Hollywood.

- "Come get me, cocksucker"? - I'm sorry, but I can't...

All right, can you just tell him to come get me? I'm in Hollywood.

213-555-7136.

Dawn, this boyfriend of yours, this John. Talk about your demons. He's bad news.

Look, I'm not going to sit here and rattle on and on about Satan and drugs

- and spiritual... - Do you have any beer?

Dawn, you are in grave danger. Are you gonna see this guy again?

- That sounds like his car. Did he call? - Dawn...

Sally, thank you so much for your help and stuff. Seriously l...

Look, you have my number. Call me if anything...

Hey, babe. Dawn, I was so worried about you.

Yeah, I'm sure you were fucking worried. What the fuck?

- You just fucking left me there again! - I'm so sorry.

- Again, John! - Sorry, excuse me.

- John, what the fuck is wrong with you? - Are you gonna be all right, Dawn?

What the fuck is that? Leaving me there again!

Sorry, sorry. Domestic squabble. Could we have a minute?

You hold on for a second, mister, 'cause you are not off the hook yet, okay?

- Yes, I am. - No, you're not.

No, no, no. John, seriously. I was fucking scared.

Yeah, let's have a chat, okay? Let's have a talk.

- Okay. - Good?

- Yes! - How about that? Is that okay?

- Holy shit! What is that? - That's the big one, baby. Didn't I tell you?

- Is it? - Didn't I say?

"Whatever it takes to get you out of here."

I was gonna do whatever it takes to get you back.

That's a lot of cocaine.

For the weather. There's a cold front coming in from the east,

carrying with it anticipation and heavy skies,

so strap your skis to the roof of your car... - Baby, I can't...

'cause it looks like snow.

- Mountains and mountains... - And mountains...

of snow. Okay?

- Shit! Fuck, that's pretty fucking good. - It's only gonna get better.

Now, what do you want, baby? Tell me what you want.

- I want to do another one of those. - Okay, okay.

- No. - No, no, please?

- All right. - Okay.

- No. - No, please?

All right.

Yeah!

- Get out of my house! - Sorry.

You fornicating, evil, little...

I know who you are!

Tarot cards! Tarot cards!

Devil worshipper!

Shit! Billy's already here.

- Look, baby, I'll be back in five minutes. - But baby...

- What's your favorite ride at Disneyland? - The Matterhorn, but...

Just keep it there. I'll be back in five minutes. Just be on the ride.

- Is it in your mind? - Yeah, I have the...

Yeah, yeah, don't tell me. Just think about it.

- Okay, I'll be back in one minute. - But baby! I gotta pee.

Okay.

This sucks.

- Just calm the fuck down, man! - Shit.

Come here, come here, come here.

- What, baby? What? - Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

I'm just annoyed I have to do all that stuff.

It's okay, I'll work, and you know what I mean, I'll just...

- I just want to get you out of here. - It's okay, I'll work.

You know what I mean? We'll figure it out.

You don't have to work, though, spending all this cash.

Baby!

- You ready? - Yeah.

- You ready to hit the town? - Yeah.

- Shall we? Where do you want to go? - Anywhere. Everywhere!

Baby!

- Where are we going? - You know what? Now, we need to talk.

I think we should just be friends until you're 20.

Fuck you. I hate you.

- Don't you think? - No.

- You know what? - What?

- I can't look at you. - Stop.

- I can't. - Don't.

- Come on, I can't drive. I can't concentrate. - Don't, John, don't.

- Can't keep my eyes on the road. - John, don't!

- I love you. - I love you.

Where are we going, really?

- I gotta make one stop first, okay? - No.

- Just one. Yeah, then we'll go. - No.

We've gotta turn what's in that briefcase into cash, baby.

Come on, baby. Come on, come on.

Oh, man.

John.

Don't go.

Please?

Please stay with me.

Oh, baby, we just hit double zeros,

and we've gotta cash out before we leave the table, right?

Hmm?

I love you.

That's for you, okay? Baby, lock the door.

Love you. Come here, come here.

- Baby, what's wrong? - Nothing.

- Okay, I'm sorry. - What?

- I'm sorry, okay? - Are you okay?

Where have you been? Baby, what happened?

Baby, what is that?

An accident.

Are you okay?

There was a car pileup.

- Are you okay? - There was a car pileup on the 118.

- I'm so sorry I made you wait. - That's okay.

- So sorry. - Baby.

- So sorry you ever met me. - Shut up, don't.

I'm sorry, Dawn.

The Southland is in shock today over a series of brutal killings

that occurred here on Wonderland Avenue early today.

Los Angeles police are not saying very much about what happened.

All we do know for certain is that four people are dead.

One person is listed in critical condition.

John. Shh.

We've spoken with several neighbors,

neighbors who say that, while they didn't know the people

who lived in the house, they saw people coming and going all the time,

leading police to speculate that drugs may have been involved

in these mass murders.

Los Angeles Police robbery and homicide detective Sam Nico

is expected to hold a news conference later this evening.

Hopefully at that time we'll learn more

about what transpired here on Wonderland Avenue.

Police are not saying very much about what happened.

All we do know for certain is that four people are dead.

One person is listed in critical condition.

One police official, who asked not to be identified,

told me that this is, quote, "The most horrific crime scene

"I have witnessed in my entire career." This crime scene, some are saying,

is as brutal as the Sharon Tate killings, back in 1968.

Barbara.

Nash, fuck these motherfuckers! It's amateur night.

Shut the fuck up, or I'll blow your black ass straight back to Africa.

- Hello? - The news said four people were killed,

one survivor. Do you know who?

- David. David, is that you? - Who the fuck survived?

Lind, Jesus, what the fuck? I'm watching right now.

I need the swag Billy brought over. I want to buy it all back.

- No, I already unloaded it. - Damn it, I'm dead. I'm fucking dead.

Listen, whatever's wrong, I'll take care of. Don't worry.

- Yeah, you gonna take care of Eddie Nash? - Eddie Nash?

God damn it, keep your mouth shut, or you're dead. I'll kill you myself.

Listen to me, you've gotta go to the cops on this one.

- I'm coming over. - No, no, listen.

- I'll take care of it. - Are you fucking nuts?

I've got friends over there that can help you out.

They'll protect you. They owe me. Trust me.

Listen to me. Meet me up at the house tomorrow, tomorrow morning.

Jesus, David.

What did you do?

- Fuck you, motherfucker. - No witnesses.

David, no!

Are you fucking insane?

Cruz, Robbery Homicide.

Yeah, hold on, yeah. Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll see, we'll see. Right.

Uh-huh.

Okay, yeah.

All right.

Eddie Nash?

- He owns the Starwood, right? - Yes, he does.

We're taking a drive.

Eddie Nash. His real name is Adel Nasrallah.

He steps off the plane from Palestine in 1953 with nothing.

He's got four shekels and a bag of dirt.

By 1954 he's got a little hotdog cart on Hollywood Boulevard,

right outside the Seven Seas restaurant. By 1960 he owns the place.

Now, he parlays the money that he gets from the Seven Seas into two more places.

They take the fuck off.

By 1969 he's got, like, 20, 25 liquor licenses.

So he's got friends.

Yeah, he's got friends. He's the biggest nightclub owner in Hollywood.

Here's a guy who has been under investigation for arson

for the last five years, yet he still goes out to dinner

with the fire commissioner twice a week.

Rumor has it that he has got 40 acres in the desert filled with human skulls,

except he's removed the teeth so we can't identify them.

- Jesus Christ. - Close. Eddie Nash.

Billy and Joy.

Ronnie, Susan.

Mr. Lind.

- I'm Detective Nico. This is Detective Cruz. - This one, this one here, did she make it?

Barbara Richardson.

Butterfly.

Mr. Lind.

Should we go in there?

Okay.

You guys want to hear a story?

This whole thing started with guns.

Four antique guns that Ron Launius couldn't fence.

Ron Launius was your friend?

- We were in business together. - What kind of business?

You know, you guys haven't read me my rights.

Nothing I tell you is admissible.

We just want to hear your story, Dave, all right?

All right.

I met Ron Launius in Chino. In 1973.

We stayed tight. A few months ago he and Billy

came up to Sacramento to see me. They had a small operation down here

- in L.A. that was really starting to cook. - Drugs?

Mmm-hmm.

- Now, he and Billy Deverell were partners? - Yep. Ran it right out of the house.

3678 Wonderland.

Billy...

Billy was a good old boy. Solid. Dependable.

He wanted to get out of the life, but the life was just too good.

Baby doll.

You see, they were getting large quantities of shit, dirt cheap.

Stepping on it five, six times, then dumping it all over town.

Heads up, dickheads.

Business was so good that they needed an extra hand,

which is where Barbara and I start out.

When we pulled up, the party was in full swing.

Bodies everywhere. I mean, it was the kind of place that made you think

you were right back in the Summer of Love.

Me and Barb had been on the road all day long,

and all I could think about was a place to crash.

But when I walked up the stairs, I saw all the old friends,

all the smiles.

God damn' it made me feel good to be home.

Davey! Yes, brother, so good to see you.

I saw Cherokee straight off.

Welcome home!

He was one of Ronnie's boys. He set me up, he set me walking.

Right this way, my man, right this way. Follow me right up here. Hey, baby!

There was Billy and his wife, Joy. It was her place.

She had just beaten breast cancer and found a new lease on life.

- This is Barbara. - Hi.

She was a real generous woman.

- Nice, thank you. - Barbara?

- Where is he? - Right up there, my brother.

Ronnie was in the back. That's when I first saw the antique guns.

- Hey, my man. - Yeah, feel free to enjoy, man.

Ronnie!

Davey.

He was fearless.

He was the kind of guy, you put a gun to his head

and his pulse wouldn't break 70.

Is it hot in here, 'cause I'm roasting. Summer, baby, bummer!

Hey, you think it's hot in here? I saw The Dead play Grass Valley...

Ah! You must be Barbara. Are you enjoying yourself?

Yeah, it's the best party I've ever been to.

Well, it's only the beginning, baby. L.A. in the summer,

anything can happen, right?

How you doing, man? You see my new toys? Check these out.

- Are these for real? - Yeah, I got two more in the bed, man.

Guns like these are worth a lot of money, Ronnie.

That's why I can't find a fence, brother.

- What about Slim Jim? - No, no, he said they're too high profile.

Hey.

Where are we sleeping?

Did you see the couch when you walked in? That's where you're sleeping.

I just wanted to be alone with Barbara, you know, spend some quiet time.

God damn, she was happy to be there.

She had never been south of Bakersfield.

There she was in L.A.

Because I told her she could be Lana Turner,

or Barbara Eden,

and she believed me.

This is so fucked up.

This is so fucked up.

- Where was I? - You were at a party.

Yeah.

That's when I first met him.

- He was talking to Ronnie. - So rich.

- Ronnie. - Yeah.

John Holmes, this is my business partner, David Lind.

Hey, what's up?

- Now, the deal with the Arab... - John, this is my business partner, Dave.

Oh! Cool. Hey. So, I was just telling Ronnie about this business proposition I got

about this Arab, who's a really wealthy businessman,

he calls me his brother, and he literally has mountains of cash,

- and drugs. - Wait a minute.

- John Holmes? The John Holmes? - Yeah.

Johnny Wadd partied at Wonderland?

All the time. The guy is a fucking cokehead.

- He's up to his neck in the shit. - All right, who's John Holmes?

The porn king. Sam, the guy's a legend.

Never heard of him.

I knew who he was, but I wasn't gonna make a big thing out of it.

You know? He blew me off, too.

Ron, I'm not fucking lying, man. Just hear me out...

- Are you John Holmes? - No.

Come on, John, don't lie to her.

- What's your name, baby? - Janet.

You want to see it?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Show her, John. - Ron, stop.

Show her,

- or I'll fucking shoot it, man. - Look, man, that could be loaded.

Fuck!

I'll fucking shoot it, man.

Wow.

- Can I touch it? - Yeah, baby, go ahead.

Enjoy your evening, ladies.

Put it in your pants, John.

The whole party didn't come to see your cock.

I don't understand.

Why did John Holmes hang out at Wonderland?

He burnt every other drug dealer in town.

Ronnie was the only guy who would let him hang out.

John is a scumbag. Stone thief. The guy is bad news.

But Ronnie, he liked the novelty,

and John, he liked our drugs.

Baby, I need a hit real bad.

I made the calls. There's nothing around until the weekend.

Yeah, I can't wait that long. Did you talk to Diaz?

- Nobody's holding. - I know a gal out in Tarzana

- who might be able to make a phone call. - Works at Captain Pizza?

Fucking pizza joint, man? You think I want some fucking pizza?

You think I'm hungry?

What the fuck, man? The only thing I want right now is some dope, man.

The Arab's got some China White.

L.A. was dry, no one was holding, but Ronnie was looking for a long shot,

- he was dope sick. - So, the Arab was Eddie Nash?

Yeah, but I didn't realize that till later. But I'll get to that.

So Holmes offers to do us a favor.

He says he'll take Ronnie's antique guns up to the Arab

to trade for as much China and blow as he could get.

Sounded like a good plan, but only he's gone eight hours.

Finally, he comes back in, high as a kite, empty-handed, of course he has a story.

Where is he, man? It's a 10-minute drive. I'm gonna kill this snake.

The guy's a basehead, Ronnie. What do you want?

Did you get it?

Oh, man. The Arab was, like, crazy-man psycho.

He's basing for three days straight. He keeps me prisoner, man.

- He fucking stole the guns... - Bullshit, you scumbag!

Why would I come up with a lame-ass story like that?

- Ron, Ron, Ron! - Ronnie, Ronnie, no! Not in my house!

It was bullshit! Ronnie was furious. Billy gave John...

Two days. You have two days. The money or the guns in two days.

And next time, I ain't gonna worry about your brains on my walls.

Now get the fuck out of here.

Needless to say, we didn't see John for the next couple of weeks.

I figure we'll never see him again. But two weeks later...

So, Susan's coming down.

- Your wife? - Yeah, next week, man.

- She's not gonna bug us? - No, no, Dave, it's...

Holy shit.

Look who just walked in.

Hey, John.

I found something big for you.

I'm gonna whack this motherfuck right now!

Look, I was at the Arab's last Tuesday.

- Do you even know who the Arab is? - Who gives a shit? Half a million.

A half a million dollars in loot.

And I'm still thinking, "This is still just some fence"

"this shithead has been feeding on."

I had no idea.

You didn't know that the Arab was Eddie Nash?

No, not then.

Come on, David. You had to have had an idea.

None! I mean, I figured it was junk talk.

You know, the big score, long-time money. You know the bullshit.

Right.

It's like clockwork.

He's still got most of his take before it goes out,

and all the next month's shit coming in at the same time.

- That's two months' worth. - I don't buy it.

- It's a gold mine. - You got a plan?

What, we're just supposed to bust in there like The Guns ofNavarone?

I can draw you a map.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. He drew you a map? - Yeah.

He offered to leave the kitchen door unlocked for us so we could break in.

How many times you been in the house, John? Twenty? Thirty?

I've been going there for two, three years, man. Dude calls me "Brother."

That closed it for Ronnie. I could see it in his eyes.

He made his decision.

We went, cased the place. I didn't like it.

The house came right up to the property line.

But John... John was so fucking convincing.

The more he said was there, the more Ronnie wanted to do it.

I told him to forget about it.

Listen, man. Call it off. You got Susan down here. Chill out.

- Spend some time, work things out. - We are gonna work things out, Dave.

On a beach, man.

In Maui.

But like I said,

he made his decision. I figured, if he was gonna go,

I better go and make sure nothing happened.

Okay, let's just back up for a second. When did Susan Launius arrive?

Sometime Sunday.

She and Ronnie were having some problems,

so she flew down to patch things up.

All right.

Come here.

You look so good. I'll get the other...

Ron, what is this?

God damn it, Ron, you told me that it was gonna be different this time.

- Hey, calm down. - You fucking told me that.

Calm down, I don't want to start like this again, all right?

You fucking told me that you were clean, Ron.

I am clean, all right?

- Cleaner. - You looked me right in the fucking eye

- and you promised me... - I don't want to start like this.

- It was gonna be different. - I don't want to start like this!

We start like this every fucking time.

Please just take me home. Please take me home.

I don't want to be here. Please take me home.

Early that afternoon, Ron gave John some dough

to go to the Arab's to score some dope and to leave the kitchen door unlocked.

Hey, John.

Kitchen door, man.

Hey, it's all right.

It took him three trips to get it done.

Finally, about 4:00 in the morning, he shows up, says the Arab's asleep.

It's all clear, I was ready to go.

- Get him. - All right.

You fucking honk twice if you see anything.

Sounds easy enough, boss.

- Rock and roll. - I need a snack first.

- Wait, you got high during the robbery? - Not me. Never when I'm working.

Oh, come on. What do you think...

No, hang on, hang on, hang on. David, when did you get to the house?

Around 8:00 in the morning.

We entered through the kitchen door.

It was unlocked, just like John said it would be.

On the carpet!

Freeze, motherfucker!

Get down or I'll fucking waste you! Now!

Bite the fucking carpet! Get down on the ground, you fuck!

You shot him?

Grazed him accidentally when Ronnie bumped into me.

You grazed him?

Mmm-hmm. It was a flesh wound.

What the fuck are you doing, Ronnie?

What the fuck, man? Now everyone knows we're fucking here!

- What the fuck? - Who the fuck cares? Who the fuck cares?

Give me your fucking hands. Give me your fucking hands.

Come on! Just get up and get to the safe.

- Let's go, Ronnie! - All right. Give me your other fucking hand.

I don't want to die. Please don't kill me.

We left Billy downstairs, went up the stairs for the safe.

John had told us that there was a safe underneath the bed.

Where the fuck is it, huh?

- Eddie? - What the fuck?

There's no need for violence. I'll tell you whatever you want.

There'll be no violence if you tell me the fucking truth.

Nothing in there.

What the fuck is the combination?

There's nothing in there. Nothing in that safe.

You open your fucking mouth

and tell me the fucking combination to the safe, motherfucker.

Tell me the combination.

Eighty-six, 25, 60.

Where in the fuck is the rest of it?

I will blow your fucking head off, so help me, God,

if you don't fucking tell me.

All the drugs are at the Starwood.

Then it hit me.

This was Eddie Nash.

We were hitting Eddie fucking Nash, and we were screwed.

I mean, if I had known it was Nash...

Look, look, I know who Eddie Nash is. So does Detective Cruz.

Just go on with the story.

We took the place apart, found as much as we could, and split.

- And where was Mr. Holmes during all this? - He was waiting back at the house.

I told Ronnie in the car to keep things cool, but Bigmouth couldn't wait to talk.

They're here! They're here!

You are not gonna believe how much shit we got.

- How much did you get? - Guess.

- Everything? - Oh, yeah.

- Even the safe? - Yeah. Yeah.

I knew there was money there. Yeah!

Deal with this.

I got my guns back!

- $1 .2 million. Not bad. - It was a good score.

- And nobody got hurt. - Okay. What's next?

Holmes immediately starts bitching about his share.

He was only in for an eighth cut, and all of a sudden he wanted more.

What, are you fucking kidding me? This is not my cut.

Scumbag tax. Now we're even.

- Even for what? - For the guns, John.

- But we got the guns back! - No, I got the guns back.

You still owe us for all the coke you smoked.

Ronnie, come on. I got editors that I have to pay.

I have deadlines. This is not my final cut.

I don't know what you want me to say, John.

I want you to say that I can have my cut!

- Okay, okay, how about the gems? - You want to wait for the gems?

Fine. Joy and I are gonna take them down to Slim's, fence them.

- Then you can get your cut. - There it is, John. That's it.

So, Holmes set it up, and he felt entitled.

We took all the risks. He sat home with the girls.

At this point, I decided to treat myself to a shot of H.

You know, a little reward for a job well done.

After that it's...

It's kind of a blur.

Mailbox 8860. Password, "Palm tree."

There's your cut from the gems, man. Now get the fuck out of here.

You gotta be fucking kidding me, man.

I'm not fucking kidding, John. Get the fuck out of here.

- Ron, l... - You think I give a shit that...

We're all fucking sick of you!

I got a fucking deadline! Why can't you just hear me out on this?

- You... - I'm just saying that's not my plan!

- I'm fucking sick of this shit! - You know what? Fucking...

Get the fuck out of here!

- Get the fuck out, man! - I'm just saying...

- Where's your fucking gun, David? - It's cool, man. I'm going.

That's fucking great. Fuck, man. I'm so fucking sick of that fucking guy.

Are you gonna fucking fix that?

How am I explaining that to...

We got enough fucking money to fix it.

We'll fix it.

I left the next day.

I had to go to the Sac, do overnight for this thing.

I left Barbara there. When I saw the news on the television...

- It had to be Holmes. - Why?

Hello?

Joey. Joey, look, man, it's not a good time right now.

Yeah, Joey, hold on. Talk to Billy, all right?

Hey, man, what's up? Yeah, no bullshit.

We're closed for the day. Yeah. All right, man.

All right, listen up. From here on out, we keep a low profile.

Billy was very specific.

No deals in the house.

Everything happens down at the Canyon store. I mean it.

No one in the house but inner circle.

No one gets buzzed up unless I say it's okay.

- Hey, Holmes, are you listening to me? - It's cool, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool.

And with the security gate, there's no way

anybody could have gotten in there without knowing Billy personally.

John was the only one who knew about the Nash hit.

That piece of shit ratted us out, let Nash in and got my Butterfly killed.

- NIMZIKl: You guys are out of your minds. - Come on.

Let's bring in Nash, Captain. He killed them, plain as day.

Cruz, this whole thing is circumstantial, and you know it.

- We've brought in people with a lot less. - You're talking about Eddie Nash.

You don't bring him in till you got an eyewitness.

What do you know? Some junkies robbed Eddie Nash?

No, it's bullshit. Find John Holmes.

If he tells you that Eddie Nash picked up a pipe and swung it,

maybe we'll arrest him.

- All right, come on. - Gonna nail Eddie Nash. Fucking crazy.

Oh.

Can I have a cigarette?

Thank you.

It's all over the news that four people are dead. John.

Wow.

Four?

- How long have I been out? - For, like, a day.

John, you've taken me up to that street before.

There was the house, John.

- You know, the house. - Really?

You had a nightmare. You were screaming about blood.

You were screaming in your sleep.

Yeah, I had a... My nose...

On the trunk. I hit my nose on the... The trunk on my nose.

LAPD, freeze! In the air, in the air! Hands in the air!

Okay, Dawn.

I've got some photographs I'd like you to look at.

You ever seen that house?

No.

Are you sure?

All right. How about here?

Nope.

Let me see.

- More fucking blue. - Baby.

Say your name. "My name is Gabrielle." Say it.

- My name is Gabrielle. - Say it.

My name... Hi, my name is...

- What the fuck are you talking about? - I'm sorry, John! God, John, Jesus Christ!

Fucking shut up!

Oh, my God, my name is Gabrielle.

Pay attention and be real. He will cut your fucking head off

and take you to the desert and bury you.

- I know that! - Just look in the mirror.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just look in the mirror.

- Fuck. - Just look in the mirror. Look in the mirror.

- What's your name? - My name is Gabrielle.

Take a deep breath. It's just a thing.

It's just a thing. I've been with a thousand women, they didn't mean anything.

- I don't want to go. - You don't have to go if you don't want to.

You don't have to go. Fuck it.

Just go... Baby, just go and say hi. Just, like, 10 minutes.

- Fuck you. - It's just we owe him so much money, baby.

You look beautiful.

No, it's okay.

Do you know that guy?

No.

Merry Christmas, baby.

Nash.

So, what do you want me to do?

I want you to dance for me.

You mean just, like... Just dance?

Dance.

Dawn? Dawn?

Dawn, I was wrong. I was wrong. I was wrong. I'm sorry.

Come closer.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, I was wrong. I'm sorry, baby.

Touch me.

You've never seen him?

I think I'd remember meeting somebody like that.

Don't you?

Okay.

This is my partner, Louis Cruz. He's gonna give you a ride home, okay?

Just keep scrubbing, it'll rub off.

You know I'm sorry, right?

You ready?

Do you have any place to go?

Excuse me, miss, do you want me to go with you?

No, no, no, no, that's cool.

- You sure? - Yes, thank you.

I have no place else to go.

Okay. All right, come in.

Miss Holmes, you sure you don't need me to come inside?

No, we're good. No, no. Thank you.

Okay.

- I'm really not that hungry. - Well, you eat, sweetie.

Worst decision a person can make is to make a decision on an empty stomach.

Connection with the Laurel Canyon murders.

Police have taken X-rated film star John Holmes into custody.

Holmes, known in the adult film industry as Johnny Wadd,

has starred in over 1,000 X-rated films.

Those murders that occurred up on Wonderland Avenue...

He hasn't even done a movie in, like, two years.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

What involvement John Holmes may have had in the murders is still unclear,

but we should find out tomorrow when he's arraigned in downtown Los Angeles.

We are learning a little more about Holmes' private life.

We've uncovered court papers indicating the porn star is currently married,

but estranged from his...

What are you doing back with him, Dawn?

I hadn't seen you in almost a year, and I figured you'd just got away from him.

I did. I did. I ran away. I got away, Sharon. To Oregon. I was there for two months.

And then I had a job, too. I was a nurse, kind of like you.

But, you know, he just kept calling. You know, he just wouldn't stop.

Every day, three times a day, and at first I didn't even take his phone calls.

And then he would tell my mother every single night,

"Tell Dawn I love her. Tell her good night." Every single night before I went to bed.

So, you know, I took his call. I took his call.

I didn't say a word. Nothing.

And then he says...

He says, "I can hear you breathe, baby."

And I knew that just my breathing was enough to keep him going.

He said he knew he wasn't alone because he had me.

He's using you, Dawn. When are you gonna see that?

- He's been using you for five years. - No, he's not.

No, he's not, 'cause you know why? I'm his girl. I'm his girl.

Since I was 15 I've been his girl.

Since that night in the van at the beach, I've been his girl.

You gotta get away from him, baby. You just... You take...

You take all the bad stuff and you put it in a box,

and then you just put it in a closet and never look at it again.

And then you move on.

He wants to talk to us.

We're willing to protect John if he tells us everything,

but he's scared, and he fears for your safety,

so he wants to see you both before he says anything.

So where is he?

He's staying at a suite at the Bonaparte Hotel downtown.

- Dawn, do you want to go see John? - Yeah, don't you?

Detective.

- Would you give me some privacy, please? - Okay, sure.

Hi.

Don't say anything. The room's bugged.

We're gonna go talk for a minute, okay, baby?

Okay.

Okay.

They've offered me a deal and I think I'm gonna take it.

Okay.

They're gonna put me in the Witness Protection Program

if I tell them everything, everything I told you,

except I told them I'm not saying anything about anything

unless all three of us can go.

- All three of us? - And they agreed.

- Wait, who's all three of us? - You, me and Dawn. We can go tomorrow.

No, no, no, I'm not going anywhere tomorrow. No.

No, Sharon, it's okay. They've got people that can come and pack you.

No, no, no. John, no.

I am not going into the Witness Protection Program with you. That's that.

- Yes. Yes! - No. No!

- This is the new start... - I'm not going into it.

No, listen. This is the new start we were talking about.

- No, listen. - Sharon, everything that we planned

could happen now, okay?

I don't want a fresh start with you, John. Wake up!

- Listen... - Okay? No, you listen.

I am through supporting you.

What do you think, I would just leave and never see my family again?

- Sharon, hang on a second. - It's gone too far this time.

- If you don't help me with this, I am dead. - You're already dead.

Listen, this one last thing is all I'm asking for.

You've got... You've got to do it.

- Stop it, John. Just stop it. - What?

- Sharon... - Don't cry.

- Listen, if you don't help... - Don't you dare cry.

That's not gonna work anymore.

- Sharon... - Think I'd go anywhere with you after this?

Sharon, I am not gonna survive this without you, okay?

Really? You don't think you'll survive? And you told me you were a survivor.

- Remember that? - What...

- Look at how you're surviving, John. - Sharon.

Why did you come down here, then?

What choice do I have? What choice do I have?

Why haven't you divorced me?

- Sharon. Sharon. Sharon. - I don't know. I don't know.

Sharon, because you love me, and you want to help me.

It's too late, John. It's too late.

- Sharon. Look at me. Sharon. - No.

I know you love me, and I love you.

Do you remember that day 15 years ago in the bathroom,

- when you were measuring yourself? - Yes.

Do you remember that? Remember what you said to me?

I said that I've...

I finally found what I wanted to do with my life.

Uh-huh. Right. That's what you said. Do you remember what I said to you?

What did I say?

What do you want me to say? You said that if I sold my...

That's right. What did I say to you?

You tell me who you are. What did I say to you?

You said anyone that sells their...

Their body is a whore.

Uh-huh.

Stay away from the house.

Detective Ward, thank you for coming out on such short notice.

Captain Nimziki explained the urgency. Has he backed up any of Lind's testimony?

- He's hinting. - Hinting?

NIMZIKl: He knows a lot.

He's just playing his cards very close to the chest.

- What's he want? - Immunity.

What else?

- Protection. - Really?

- How many you think? - I have no idea.

- You have no idea? You never counted? - No. No.

- Most men have. - All right.

- Why do you think that is? - I don't know. I guess it's their ego.

Uh-huh.

- Well, I'm thinking... I'm thinking Boca. - Boca Raton?

- Yeah, is there another Boca? - No, there's only one. Anywhere you want.

That's the only one I ever heard of. Boca, Boca Raton.

I'm thinking Boca, 'cause I'm thinking of an alligator.

Can you get me an alligator?

An alligator?

Can you give me an alligator?

I can see Boca, I can see the condominium, I can see an alligator,

- like, on a chain. - Right, right.

And I need something that implicates Eddie Nash.

On the record. Why don't you tell me about the robbery?

What robbery?

Hey, Bill.

- Hiya, John. - How you been?

- Good. - Good to see you.

- Good to see you. - I'm not talking in front of these guys.

Long time. Did you ever get those cigars I sent you?

- Oh! They were good. - Right? The best.

- You got taste. - Yeah. You look good.

- Thank you, John. - What are you working on?

Administrative Vice.

Administrative? You got a desk job? That's insane, man.

I'm an old man, John.

I guess. You break your legs or something? Jesus.

No, I've been doing good. You haven't, though, from what I hear.

Yeah, what'd you hear?

You're doing a lot of drugs, partying with the wrong crowd.

Yeah, I'm a drug addict, Bill.

I know, John. I know about the robbery

that you and all those dead people up on Wonderland pulled on Eddie Nash.

You know, I'm not here as a cop. I'm here as your friend.

No, I know that, Bill. Thanks for coming down.

And thanks for the room, it's nice. Everyone's been really good.

Want to tell me about it, or is this just a waste of my time?

- No, come on. Can we take a drive? - I wish we could, John.

You got any coke?

No, I can't do that.

All right, how about a coffee, then, with, like, a million fucking sugars?

Just tell the story, John. Tell me what you know.

We got a deal?

Talk to me, John. Just tell me about it.

Sure, I'll tell you a story.

But if we don't have a deal, then it's just a story, right?

I'm listening, John.

Okay, Bill, I'm gonna tell you a story, a story called "Wonderland."

Wonderland's the kind of house that everyone on the whole mountain

hopes would burn down. The lease was in Joy's name, Joy Miller.

She was a rich westie that got all junked up,

got the cancer, both breasts removed, still shooting junk.

Her old man, Billy Deverell, is a kind of dumb hick

who couldn't really make up his mind about anything

without a guy like Ron Launius around to come up with the idea.

Ronnie's crazy and unpredictable, but was always good with me,

until he got hooked up

with one of the sleaziest scumbags to ever come down the Pike.

Dude from Sacramento' biker.

This guy, stone-cold killer, a liar, a thief and a rapist.

- What was his name? - David Lind. Don't believe a word he says.

Now, you know me a long time, right?

I can judge a character. I know when a scene is a scene, right?

This guy becomes the brains of the operation,

so when they get too strung out to do anything,

then he's got the perfect solution.

- What? - They stole.

Kind of stuff that doesn't get reported stolen, you know what I mean?

- Drugs? - Drugs, guns, money, anything.

Whatever they wanted they came and took, smash and grab stuff.

How about that fucking coffee?

Now, I knew a big time fence lived up the Donas.

- Eddie Nash? - Yeah.

What is he, your friend or your connection? What?

Look, we hung out. Bill, I'm not, like, an altar boy, you know what I mean?

- I'd love to show you the boat. - Is this your boat?

No.

Hey, I know you! You're Johnny Wadd!

- Yeah. - Johnny Wadd on my boat!

- I love your movies, man. - What's your name?

Eddie Nash.

This is my boat. Yes, I'm your biggest fan. I see all your movies, yes.

Get out of here! Yes, big star, John Wadd. Very big.

Hey, listen, John, you come up my house sometime,

- we hang out, we party. - Sure, sure.

I make a little coffee, we hang out, we do other things.

You know what I'm saying?

I knew him.

Anyway, these guys do a big score down at... Oh, thanks.

They hit a mark in West Covina and got their hands on four antique guns,

I mean, really beautiful museum pieces. Nice tooling and all that.

I didn't think Eddie would want the guns, and I told David this.

But I didn't feel like getting my ass kicked either, right? So I go up there.

And I was right.

Eddie can't fence the guns, he says they're too fancy, too high-profile,

so he gave us, like, two grand as collateral.

That is bullshit. Fucking bullshit, man.

Eddie Nash, scumbag piece of shit. Somebody ought to hit that guy, man.

That's long-time money.

I take the bad news back to the boys, and what can they do?

It's Eddie fucking Nash, right?

Then, like, two weeks later they call me in, and David says to me...

- You talk to Nash much? - I was over there on Tuesday.

- Did he ever mention those antiques? - They're still $2,000.

Screw that. Those are our guns.

How many times you think you've been in that house?

- Like, 20 or 30 times. - You think you could draw us a map?

- A map? What for? - Don't worry about it, John.

Did you do it?

What, of the fucking palm trees? I mean, buy a fucking Thomas Guide.

So we go up there, this is David's bright idea.

David, Ronnie, Billy,

everyone's sitting in the car across the street from Eddie Nash's house...

- In through the kitchen. - Definitely.

And David's sitting there drawing a map.

I tried to talk him out of it, I swear to God, I'm sitting there in the car, I'm saying...

You guys are joking, right?

John, shut your hole.

So' all of a sudden' David's got everybody all hopped up,

and then they decided, "Let's stop talking and start taking."

Look, I know an actress in Tarzana,

and she's got, like, a wall of TVs and, like, three microwaves.

What are you, a nigger?

You have any brains, or did it all go to your cock?

Fuck, you want to steal a microwave?

What the fuck are we gonna do with a microwave, huh?

- Heat your food up with it. - You think I'm hungry?

The only fucking thing I want to heat up right now is some fucking dope, man!

I'm so fucking railed I can't even fucking think straight.

This town is a fucking desert, man.

What the fuck? Did lndo-fucking-china dry up in this fucking city?

I want some goddamn motherfucking smack!

Shit, David, what the fuck, man? I told you not to let me do so much blow.

- You know how I get, shit! - Even know who Eddie Nash is?

Do you think I give a shit?

Then they tell me I gotta participate.

'Cause I know him. Like knowing him means something.

Yeah, well, I don't want any part of that, man.

You listen to me, motherfucker. We're doing this.

And if I have to whack that ass-grease knuckle-fuck

to get his shit, then that's that.

I could see it in their eyes. They had made a decision.

I went up there three times to warn Eddie.

Eddie, I'm not lying.

You just gotta give those fucking fucks back their fucking guns.

Fuck you and fuck your friends.

But he's based out of his mind, I mean, crazy-man psycho, 10 days straight.

You want the guns from the Nash? Motherfuck!

Come up and take them from the Nash.

Huh?

And I have to admit this, Bill,

I'm looking right in his eyes and I'm thinking, "Better him than me."

"Better him than me."

What did they want you to do to help them?

- Kitchen door. - Cool, man.

They wanted me to unlock, like, the kitchen door. Something like that.

Did you do it?

Yeah. Yeah, that thing went down.

(PLAYING)

Get him.

I need another snack. You got the coke?

We fucking did it!

- How much you get? Everything? - All of it, man, everything!

- You didn't hit the safe? - Even the back bathroom, man!

Sue, I told you...

After they hit Eddie, they come back to Wonderland,

I'm there, and they're all hooping and hollering about all the shit they got.

- What shit? - Everything. Guns, money, drugs.

And they're not playing it cool, either.

Phone's ringing off the hook, and they keep answering it.

Hello?

Yo, Joey, no, listen to this. You are never going to guess

- who we just fucking nailed! - Let me tell him, come on.

- Guess again, motherfucker! - Let me tell him.

- Guess again! - Let me tell him!

- All right, Ronnie wants to tell you. - Eddie Nash!

You're not gonna believe this shit.

They're telling people that they hit Eddie Nash.

Yeah. Can you believe that?

He and Billy sitting there passing the phone back and forth, right?

Who are they talking to?

Anyone that would listen. Everybody that called, you know.

All their scumbag customers.

So I said something like, "Ronnie, we should keep a low profile."

They didn't listen.

Betamax. The Betamax. Get that out there.

Man, out there, throw it.

The fucking Betamax out the fucking window!

How fucking stupid is that?

- So I fucking split. - Where'd you go?

Santa Monica for a couple days. Just laying low. Then I called Eddie.

You called Eddie Nash?

Yeah, I called him. I was planning on leaving, man. I mean...

I mean, I wish I had left.

- What the fuck were you thinking? - Listen, I knew if I didn't call him

that I'd never be able to show my face here in L.A. again.

- So what did he say? - Bill, everything was cool.

Hey, it's John.

I call him up, he doesn't mention anything about the robberies.

"Come on up."

All right, I'll be there. Right on.

- Johnny boy. - What's up?

- Hey. - Brother.

- It's good to see you. Where you been? - You know, around.

Well, I'm glad you come by. I need a favor.

- Sure, anything you want. - I want you to beg.

- What? - I said beg, motherfucker!

Eddie, no!

- You think I'm stupid? - No, Eddie!

You think I don't figure it out?

You bring those people into my house! You piece of shit!

I fucking trusted you! You dog! Crawl. Crawl like dog!

He's not crawling fast enough. Greg, make him fly.

You know what they did to me?

You know what those motherfuckers did to the Nash?

You like this? You fucking sand nigger. You fucking greaseball.

I'm gonna find out who you are, you cocksucker motherfuckers.

- I'm gonna tear your fucking eyes out! - Suck this, you sand jockey faggot.

Suck this. Give me the fucking combination.

They handcuffed me! They beat my women!

They dragged me upstairs. They put gun in my mouth!

How do they know about the safe?

How do they know about the Nash's safe under the bed from?

You know what they did to Greg?

Amateur motherfucker.

You better kill me or cancel Christmas, motherfucker.

Shut the fuck up, nigger!

I'll blow your black ass straight back to Africa.

Nash, fuck these motherfuckers. It's amateur night!

- No witnesses. - David, no!

You see what they did to Greg? Show him, Greg. Show him.

They shot heroin in my bathroom.

They cut rails on my daughter's vanity mirror.

On my daughter's mirror!

- Yo, man, you want to ride this? - No, man, that shit'll kill you.

Come on, man. Let's fucking finish this.

Wait a minute. They were doing drugs during the robbery?

Yeah. And get this. On their way out...

John Holmes says hello!

- What? What? - Yeah, he ratted me out.

Nash had been looking for me for, like, two days,

so it was just dumb luck I called him.

What are we gonna do now, brother?

Mary Holmes, 4315 West Jefferson, Pataskala, Ohio.

Sharon Holmes, 2438 West Glendale.

You're gonna tell me who robbed me,

because if you don't...

if you don't, I'm gonna kill every person in that book,

starting with your mother, your sister, your girlfriend,

that niece of yours, Gabrielle. Every last one of them.

I'm gonna torture them to death.

And while I'm doing it, I'm gonna tell them it's because of you,

and when they're dead...

When they're dead, I'm gonna cut off your 14-inch cock,

chop it up, and shove it down your throat!

So, now you tell me.

Who the fuck hit me?

Eddie Nash has got a gun to your knee and he says he's gonna kill your wife,

what would you do?

- I'd tell him. - You're fucking-A right I told him.

And what did he say?

You're going to do to those guys on Wonderland what you did to me.

What did that mean?

Means I had to get in the car with his dudes

and then go over and get inside of the Wonderland house.

Yeah?

- It's John, man. - What?

It's John.

What's up?

Knock yourself out, John.

- All right, man. You cooked? - Yeah, man.

- See you. - Fucking unbelievable.

Fucking unbelievable.

- So you left the door unlocked? - Well, no.

Uh, ajar.

Did you see Greg or Danny go in the house?

Did you hear anything at all?

- No. - What about in the street outside?

Did you see them in the street? What about in the street?

Did you see them in the car or approaching the house?

No, I didn't see Diles, I didn't see Greg, I didn't see Eddie after I got out of the car.

- Did you go back? - Go back to Eddie's?

No, no, no. Did you go back to Wonderland?

No.

You sure?

No, why would I go back?

John...

Wait, here it comes, this is it.

Were you present when the murders happened?

No.

Stay on him, stay on him, stay on him, stay on him.

Did you see them murdered?

No.

Bill, are you calling me a murderer?

Come on.

So, when you left them, they were all alive?

Yeah, when I left, they were alive.

Eddie Nash had these people killed because of a robbery that you set up.

Oh, come on, Ward.

- Yeah. - And you'll testify to that.

No. Haven't you been listening?

He is the Prince of fucking Darkness. What are you talking about, man?

You don't know who Eddie Nash is?

I worked Hollywood Vice for 20 years, John. I know who Eddie Nash is.

What are you saying, man? What are you saying?

Look, how do you expect me to protect you if you won't go on the record?

I think I trust you.

I think you could protect me. I don't trust them.

So, what do you want me to tell them?

Tell them whatever you want.

Goddamn stroke job.

He gives us nothing. Zero. A fat fucking donut.

He doesn't finger Nash. He doesn't even put himself at the scene.

The coroner's preliminary report indicates that the murder weapons, plural,

were probably striated lead pipes an inch in diameter.

They got their skulls bashed in. Whole pieces of bone, gone.

Three women. And that sack of shit in there set the whole thing up.

I've been going there for two, three years, man. Dude calls me brother.

He just sells out Nash and lets somebody else do the dirty work.

But then he gets screwed on the split. Now he's pissed off.

- Johnny boy. Hey. - What's up?

So he hightails it back over to Nash's house...

- John, my brother. - How are you?

And rats them out.

He handed Nash the Wonderland gang. He served it up on a silver platter.

- Get back, plain and simple. - Neighbors reported hearing loud noises.

And they thought it was some kind of primal scream therapy

- or something like that. - It was a perfect plan, really.

There was people coming and going all the time, always a party going on.

Some loud noise at night was not gonna raise an eyebrow.

Exactly, but what he didn't count on was David Lind surviving.

It had to be Holmes.

That piece of shit ratted us out!

Hey, I read Lind's statement.

He paints himself out to be an angel. He's lying his ass off.

I got pushed from behind and my gun discharged accidentally.

We don't know if any of his statement is even true.

He knew who Nash was the whole time.

You take these guns up there right now or I'll cut your fucking head off.

What kind of thief doesn't even know who he's hitting until the robbery itself?

What kind of fool would set up the biggest gangster in L.A...

Hey, Eddie what's up?

And waltzes back to his house like nothing happened?

Where you been?

Well, Eddie, I got a crazy story I think you're gonna want to hear.

David Lind is not half the liar that that cocksucker is.

David Lind lost the love of his life,

and he knows that John Holmes is responsible.

Now, it wouldn't surprise me at all

if Holmes had planned on the murders from the get-go.

You heard his story.

He pulls out my black book. He's gonna kill everyone in it.

Your name's in there, Bill.

Oh, fuck the black book.

The black book is a crock of shit. It's a fairy tale.

He knew that we were listening to him. He just didn't want to get dirty.

Neither does Lind.

Four people get their heads bashed in and there's not a single witness?

No, no, he was in that house as sure as Christ was on the cross.

- Thirty-eight sets of different prints lifted. - Any one of which could be our guy.

Including a left palm print, palm down on the bedrail,

not two feet from Ron Launius' head.

Wait a minute. Are you trying to tell me you think he swung the pipe?

He was either trying to kill him or trying to screw him.

Look, you read Lind's statement. Holmes hated Launius.

Launius embarrassed him in public all the time.

No, it really would not surprise me in the least

- if he had taken a couple whacks at him. - You know what, Sam?

You can't even tie him to the scene of the crime.

The fact that he's got a pulse ties him to the scene of the crime.

He doesn't need to be there, Nico. Nash knows he's terrified.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

No, I don't buy it. Nash is not an idiot.

He's certainly not gonna put his freedom in the hands of one.

You know, I've known John for almost 10 years.

While I'll admit that we haven't spent much time together lately,

- the John I know just isn't capable... - I don't know who you know or don't know.

All I know is that the cocksucker in the other room there is a basehead.

And the one thing you can always know about a basehead

is that they are completely full of shit.

He's dicking us around. A mile of dick and no balls.

If he had some balls, he'd come out and say, "I did it."

- But he ain't gonna do that. - It's your call.

Fuck it. We gotta cut him loose.

Hi, Sharon. Thanks so much for...

- Where's Dawn? - She's in the car, but...

I want to talk to her.

Sharon, do you think that's such a good idea?

Sharon, just be cool, okay? Please.

- Hey. - Oh! Thank you.

Hi.

- You take care of him, honey. - I will.

You take care of yourself first.

- I will. - Promise me.

I promise.

You take care of this little one, too.

- I love you. - I love you.

- This is all I could get. - Thanks so much, Sharon.

- I'll pay you back soon. - Stop lying, I can't.

- Sharon, I'm not lying. We'll pay you back... - It's a payoff, okay?

You should understand that term. I'm paying you off to stay out of my life.

Sharon? Sharon.

Sharon?

- What are you doing here? - I'm sorry. I had an accident.

I'm sorry, can I come in, please?

Oh, my God, oh, my God, John, come in.

- Can you make it in? - Yeah. I'm sorry.

- Oh, my God. It's okay. It's okay. - I'm sorry.

- I had an accident. - I see that.

Can I have a tub? I need a hot water tub.

- You might need to go to a hospital. - No.

- Oh, John. - Can I please...

It's okay.

- I don't feel well. - It's all right, it's okay.

I'm just gonna put you in this chair, John, okay?

I'm just going to put you in this chair. Sit down.

Could you fill the tub with water, please?

- It's not really going good out here. - Okay.

Please. Okay.

- Stay with me. - No.

- You're in shock. - No.

- I have to check you out. - No, please make a tub of hot water.

I need to get... Sharon, put the water in the tub!

I'm sorry. Hot water.

- Stay calm. - Okay.

- Oh, God, you have a head injury. - I'm sorry I yelled, but...

John?

Easy. Okay, easy.

All right, John.

I'm okay. I'm getting in now. Okay, hot, hot.

John, close your eyes, 'cause this could sting if it gets in.

I'm homesick.

- Where's the cut? - There's too much blood.

- I gotta get it off, okay? - John, where's the wound?

Give me more warm water. Like a firework...

Where's the wound, John? There's no wound.

This isn't your blood, John. Whose blood is this?

I need a sponge, 'cause it don't come...

- You have to really scrub. - John, John!

What?

- What happened, John? - Five people are dead, Sharon.

They were murdered. Up on Wonderland.

They shouldn't have done that to him, though, they humiliated him, to the Nash.

- They were so stupid. - I'm not following this, John.

He had my book, Sharon. He had my black book.

He had everyone's name in it.

He said he was gonna kill you, so I told him. I couldn't let that happen.

So then they went up to Wonderland. They made me go there.

I did it for us, Sharon. He had your name in there.

- He said he was gonna kill you. - What did you do for us?

I had to, Sharon. I had no choice.

Oh, there's so much blood. Ron's head was like a firework.

I saw inside his head. It just opened like a grapefruit.

What did you do, John? What did you do, John?

I left before anything happened.

I don't understand. What did you... What did you do?

I left before anything happened.

- But l... l never... Sharon, l... - No. No, I don't want to know. No.

- Sharon, I always... - I don't want to know.

No. You need to get out. You need to leave. No, I want you out of my house.

- I want you to leave. - Okay. Fine.

You don't understand anyway.

- I understand, I understand. - What your husband had to do to survive...

- You brought filth into my life again! - Filth? You want to know what filth is?

What your husband had to do to survive down at Peanuts with those faggots.

You're not my husband! You are not my fucking husband!

- Really? - You're a gigolo.

Oh, really? No, I'm Johnny fucking Wadd! That's what I am, huh?

You know what they wanted up at Wonderland? What Eddie wanted?

That thing, that thing, that thing that makes me a star, Sharon.

- Look at me. Any idea what it's like? - What thing are you talking about?

This thing! This fucking thing! Everybody wants and nobody can have.

Do you remember when you loved it? Can you even say...

That went away a long time ago, John. A long time ago.

- You left me! - Bullshit.

- That is not bullshit! - That's bullshit, John!

You left me! Then we can stop arguing. You left me that day in the bathroom.

You chose that thing over me. That disgusting thing! It makes me sick!

- I'm not nobody, Sharon. I'm a star. - You are a whore, John.

Really? Yeah? I'm a survivor, Sharon! I'm scum? I'm filth?

I'm alive. And those people at Wonderland? They'll never laugh at me again.

They got theirs with a lead pipe, and I'm still here, surviving.

You know, this case could make our careers.

This case could end our careers.

Nobody's gonna back us against Nash without an eyewitness.

I talked to Nimziki this morning. Nash is untouchable until November.

- Shit. Whose dick's Nimziki sucking? - Everybody's.

It's a goddamn swordfight in there. May I?

Miss Launius?

- Can she hear? - I don't know.

God damn it, Ron, you told me it was gonna be different this time.

I don't want to start like this!

- Come here. - Goddamn it.

Come here.

Miss Launius?

Can you hear me?

I need you.

- I need you here. - God damn it.

Baby, I'm going crazy down here. Come on, come on.

- That didn't last long, did it? - Fuck you.

Can you tell me anything about what happened to you?

Shadows.

Shadows, shadows.

- What did she say? - Nothing.

- Yeah? - It's John, man.

Holmes, no.

- Come on, let me in, it's John. - No.

Look! Look! Stop it, John!

Stop it, John! Stop it, John! Look, you motherfucker!

Look at her motherfucking head bust like that.

Are you looking at this, Johnny?

Look what you did! Look what the fuck you did, Johnny!

You're a bad man, Johnny! You want to fuck with me?

Let's go.

It's your turn, baby. It's Christmas.

Let's go to work, Johnny. Let's go to work, baby.

Let's go to work, baby. Let's go to work. Let's get dirty, Johnny.

No.

Let's go! Let's get dirty, Johnny. Let's get dirty, Johnny!

Hit that motherfucker! That's right. That's right!

Hit him! Love it! Hit him. Hit him.

Look at you. Look at you. Oh, man. Johnny's doing a movie.

- Another bad dream, baby? - No.

What time is it?

6:00.

Morning or evening?

Morning.

- Didn't I promise I'd get you out of there? - Yeah.

- Didn't I? - Yeah.

- Didn't I? - Mmm-hmm.

- Who's my girl? - I'm your girl.