The Fuzz (2017) - full transcript
Murphy Dunn, a down and out private detective, is trying to get his life together after his last case. His luck changes when he's hired by his ex to find her missing son and stolen ...
He told me once.
He said that everybody's
gotta eat a shit sandwich
at one time or another.
The trick is to think
of it as a Monte Cristo.
It's real cool advice.
I'm still working on it.
Never worked a case
by myself before,
not that I couldn't,
but you know
what Piglet used to say.
"It's so much more
friendly with two."
♪ K-SOFT 105
It was Tuesday
or Wednesday.
Anyway, it was late June.
An old mutual acquaintance
of ours
came by the office yesterday,
offered me a job.
I had yet to take it.
♪ ...and I can't
seem to shake it... ♪
Mister.
Hey, mister.
Hey!
Oh.
Can't sleep here.
What? No.
I-I'm not sleeping.
Well, you can't
pass out here either.
I'm not. Look, just go get
me some coffee, will you?
Two coffees, black.
♪ Whoa, whoa, this girl
that you see now ♪
♪ Do you love her?
♪ Got to tell her
what you mean now ♪
♪ Oh, yes, I do
♪ You, me
♪ And a bottle of whiskey
♪ 'Cause nothing's
gonna change ♪
♪ Come sunshine or the rain
♪ You, me
and a bottle of whiskey ♪
♪ And we don't need a name,
'cause we don't... ♪
Excuse me.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Can I help you?
I'm looking
for Stanley Black.
Have we--
Don't I know you?
Oh, my God.
He's still got
that beautiful old car.
What does he call it?
Sadie.
Sadie.
Um, is he here?
I'm afraid not.
Is there something
I can do for you?
I'm his partner.
Yeah, it's my son.
He's missing.
Uh, have a seat.
You know, I don't mean
to be rude,
but I really need
to speak with Stanley.
Not that you're--
you know,
but is there any way
you could reach him?
Shakey's dead.
What?
Stanley, he's dead.
Been almost six months.
What happened?
Uh...
he got shot.
Wow.
The last time I-- I talked to him was New Year's Eve.
What's his name...
Uh...
your son?
Michael Lockwood.
He went to go get
his oil changed
sometime around noon
on Saturday.
Ms. Lockwood?
Please call me Dawn.
Yeah, no. Huskies, you.
North Hollywood High.
North Hollywood
High School.
You were my guidance counselor,
class of '88?
I'm Murphy Dunn.
Murphy Dunn.
Oh, it's been
a long time.
So can you help me,
Murphy?
Uh, eh,
my plate is kind--
kind of full at the moment.
Is--Would it be all right for me to call you tomorrow,
Ms. Lockwood?
I just--I need to try and
sort out some things here.
Sure. Call me tomorrow.
But please call me Dawn.
So should I give you
the check?
No. I don't want the check.
I came here for breakfast.
I want a Monte Cristo.
You've been here for over an hour not sleeping, okay?
You new here?
I started Monday.
What, are you just
off the bus or what?
That skirt
doesn't suit you.
Tried to get a job
at Guitar Center.
Whatever.
You're a musician, huh?
What's your name?
Jo. Look,
you're not my type.
No, I'm not that guy.
No? Which--Which guy
are you, then?
Shit.
Jo, I-I'm sorry.
I think I left my wallet
in my satchel.
Your what?
I left--It's in the car.
It's out back.
Why are you
wearing a jacket?
It's almost July.
June gloom.
Hey!
Hey!
Is that
your satchel?
Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!
Dick.
♪ That--that day of the week,
man, that day of the week ♪
♪ I can't help it
♪ Arrested by the new
♪ I'm some kind of breed
that needs to feel it ♪
♪ Yes, I can't help it
♪ Habit runs so deep
♪ Trust that when I'm bust
♪ I come back
for the aftermath ♪
♪ When I get down
♪ Got to get down
to get it right ♪
♪ You know my name
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get it good now ♪
♪ When I get down
♪ Got to get right
to get it right ♪
♪ You know my name
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get it, get it ♪
♪ When I get down
♪ Got to get down
to get it right ♪
♪ You know my name
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get it good now ♪
♪ When I get down
♪ Got to get down
to get it right ♪
♪ You know my name
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get ♪
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get it ♪
♪ Hey, yeah
♪ Hey, yeah
♪ Whoo
♪ You got me
Dunn, let's talk.
How's tricks, buddy?
Bitching.
Business?
Keeping it together.
How's Al?
How's your lone testicle, numb-nut?
Hey, cancer isn't
funny, asshole.
Neither is my divorce,
Schock.
Easy. Easy now.
Simmer down.
Val, you know anything
about my satchel?
Some fuck-stick jacked it this morning at the diner.
Your what?
My satchel,
bright light.
It's a briefcase with a shoulder strap, Schock.
Something like this?
Son of a dick's ass!
♪ This is how I rock, yeah
It's like this,
Murph.
We know someone came to see you yesterday.
Lockwood.
Carlisle would prefer it
if you left it alone.
He would, would he?
Just stay out of it.
As a professional
courtesy.
You understand? We're asking you nice.
Professional courtesy?
Like you jacking
my satchel? That kind?
That was just
a precaution.
Precaution? For what?
Don't ask questions.
We know
what we're doing.
You got an "H."
We're working on
something big.
It involves Lockwood.
What is it? Hey.
What did I say
about asking questions?
Carlisle's
willing to throw
a little work your way if you cooperate.
Hook shot!
We're asking you
nice, Dunn.
When people in this town
want to hire
an investigation firm,
they want pros,
not some hard-rock gumshoe
from the Valley
who still uses pay phones
and sweats Cutty Sark.
In this city,
we're the big dicks.
Us, Carlisle, not you.
Got it?
Big dicks?
Last time I talked
to your wife,
she said you were
hung like a cricket.
Is that true?
Is that the dirtiest look
you got,
you brick-top honky bitch?
Ow!
God, if this thing
is broken...
Uh, Ms. Lockwood,
it's Murphy Dunn.
Listen, if the offer still stands,
I'd like to take your case,
help you find your son.
So just call the office.
Let me know. Thanks.
♪ You say you want
to play the hand ♪
♪ But it just
won't come, man ♪
♪ I know what you don't
♪ But I can't get it
through your head... ♪
He went to have his oil changed around noon on Sunday.
I haven't seen him since.
♪ What it is
ain't what it is ♪
♪ But it won't always
be yours ♪
♪ How's about it?
♪ I'll be back and find it
♪ How's about it?
♪ Make no mistakes
about it ♪
♪ How's about it?
♪ I'll be back
and find it... ♪
All the cool guys
in high school used to say,
"I know I should,
I wish I could
put my cock in Ms. Lockwood."
Horny high-school bastards.
♪ Is it bad?
♪ Is it bad?
♪ Is it bad, y'all?
Ms. Lockwood?
♪ Hey
Ms. Lockwood.
♪ Call it out now
Oh!
Oh.
Careful.
It always like this?
That's just Michael.
How old is he?
He'll be 40,
December.
Who's he with? This guy?
Ziggy,
Mike's best friend.
It's a hell
of a vinyl collection.
Yep.
They're his life.
He's been collecting
since he was 11.
There's a catalog there of all his stuff,
mostly rare,
old music.
He hates anything contemporary,
anything popular,
anything from the last 30 years, actually.
Hates contemporary music,
huh?
With a vengeance.
He and Ziggy have
this website they host
They were always buying and selling different things.
Yeah, I found this,
these printouts.
Has anybody else been in here,
in his room since...
No.
What about
this Ziggy guy,
his friend? No.
Has he been here?
No. Ziggy's
a severe agoraphobic.
He hasn't left Burbank in seven years,
his house in three.
Did Mike ever
mention this to you,
this record,
"Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx"?
No.
It looks like somebody
wanted to buy it
from him badly.
Wait. You think a record
has something to do with this?
I don't know,
but I'm definitely
getting curious.
Why all the interest,
fellas?
Oh!
Where is it? Where's what?
Don't make me ground
and pound your ass, bro.
The record.
Where is it?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Yo, War Machine,
check the car.
Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
Oh, relax. Relax!
Hey, lookie here.
He's got a satchel!
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, J-Rock,
ain't nothing here
but a bunch
of Van Halen tapes.
All right. All right.
Hah!
Yo, give me a hand.
War Machine.
Come clean now, bro.
Just come clean.
Where is it?
I don't know
what you mean.
Okay, I'm gonna
ask you again.
Where is it?
I don't know.
This is your
last chance, homie.
Just give it up.
Yeah, come on, man.
Just tell him. End it.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Fuck.
Yo, stay away
from Lockwood, Red.
Next time, we break
your fucking heart.
Come on, beeyotch.
♪ Hey
♪ Live is no worse
♪ Glance hits...
Know anything
about Zack Lee, Jo?
Zack Lee? You don't
know Zack Lee?
Ah, I'm a bit
behind the time.
He's a guitarist.
♪ Hey, hey, hey
♪ Yeah, yeah
♪ Whoa, yeah
You've heard his song,
"Ricochet"?
I've heard that one, yeah.
Have you seen his video?
He's fucking amazing.
♪ Ooh
♪ Unh
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah!
He was born
Xavier Zachariah Lee.
Xavier?
Mm-hmm.
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Whoo
"Ricochet" was a very personal song to me.
I put a lot of myself
in that song.
I mean, after we
finished recording that,
we knew we had something really special.
I think the hardest part
about being an artist
in our accelerated culture,
just finding your own voice
and staying true to it.
That's his only song,
"Ricochet"?
What's your response
to the people
who write Zack Lee off
as a one hit wonder?
I'd say
they're right.
As of right now,
I only have one hit.
And how does that
make you feel?
Like it's time
to prove 'em wrong.
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah, boom!
♪ Yeah
♪ Ricochet
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
"Ricochet" was
a first impression,
and, uh, the new album,
"Axe to Grind,"
is gonna be
a lasting impression.
Hey, Al. Got a minute?
Whoa.
What the hell is that?
What happened to your hand? I asked you first.
Too much
bacon and cheese.
What happened
to your hand?
You're carrying his kid?
Why didn't you tell me?
Why are you
wearing your jacket?
It's almost July.
It's June gloom.
It's good to see you.
How have you been?
I need your help
on something.
I need some information
from Carlisle's offices.
I need to find out who hired them on something and why.
Thought I was fired.
One condition.
I want those photos.
What photos? Don't play dim.
And the negatives.
Where's your ring?
We're divorced, Murphy.
Remember
the charming lawyers?
Hey, I'm the one
who got fucked.
I left messages.
Why didn't you
call me back?
Phone's disconnected.
Fuck.
What's that
supposed to mean?
Will you please take off those goddamn sunglasses?
They don't make you
look cool.
Nut up,
Murph, please.
You're 38 years old.
You're still driving
the same car you had
in high school.
Handles like a dream.And your fucking hair.
You used to love my hair.You call yourself
a professional,
and you don't even have a cellphone.
I mean, what is that?
Shakey never had
a cellphone.
I miss you, Moof.
Why didn't you tell me
you were pregnant?
Because I knew
you couldn't handle it.
How do you feel about those that accuse you of selling out?
Selling out? Come on.
Van Halen had puffy stickers.
♪ Oh, yeah
But what I think people are referring to is
the mass licensing
of your song,
"Ricochet,"
last year.
Look, Led Zeppelin
sold Cadillacs,
and The Who sold hotels,
The Stones Rice Krispies.
Jay-Z has
his own line of shoes.
They call him
a savvy businessman.
It's capitalism.
Drive safely.
Live dangerously.
Ole' Bear.
Half the calories.
Twice the awesome.
Cenna Jet.
Life is short.
Make it snappy.
Snappy's.
Adults only.
Skin.
♪ Oh, yeah
Son of a gun.
What about this Ziggy guy,
his friend?
Ziggy's
a severe agoraphobic.
He hasn't left Burbank
in seven years,
his house in three.
Hey, door's open, man!
Come on in!
Just drop the stuff
on the counter!
I'll be out
in a minute!
I'm just dropping
a deuce!
And I'm famished!
Haven't had
breakfast all day!
Ziggy Schultz?
Tait?
No. I'm Murphy Dunn.
Uh, are you
from Delivery Mart?
I'm a private investigator
hired by Dawn Lockwood.
I was hoping we could talk.
You got a few minutes?
So--So you're not
with Delivery Mart?
No.
Give me a sec here.
I'm just
taking a dump.
Take your time.
When was the last time
you saw Mike Lockwood?
Hey, man,
can--can you get that?
You're not Ziggy.
I'm Murphy Dunn.
Ziggy, he's...
taking a dump.
I'm Tait.
These his groceries?
Uh, yeah.
It's $49.12 without tip.
Put it
on Ziggy's account.
He doesn't have
an account, man.
All right.
Groceries are here!
Ziggy?
Ziggy?
♪ I went away, dear
♪ I know
♪ It's you I've wronged...
Ziggy.
Open the door, Ziggy.
I just want
to talk to you.
♪ Na na, na na,
na na na... ♪
Whoa.
Is that your real hair?
Jesus Christ!
What? What?
What are you doing?
What--Shit.You said you'd be cool.
That's weird
and intense.
It's my first cellphone.Really?
Huh.
It's on vibrate.
Yeah, okay, fine.
Shit, how do you get it
off that vibrate?
This is Murphy.
Murphy, it's Dawn.
Ms. Lockwood. O-Okay.
Look, I have Michael's
cellphone bill here.
He's making calls.
There's outgoing calls,
charges made.
I-I've been trying to reach him on his cellphone,
but he doesn't pick up.
Can I call you back?
I'm here with Ziggy.
I'll call you
right back.
Murph, listen.
He's making calls.
He's out there somewhere.
Without question.
♪ ...way to the sunshine
♪ Fly away...
H-How do you get it
off that vibrate?
♪ Fly away to the sun
♪ Fly away,
oh, fly away... ♪
You want
a custom ringtone?
What kind of music
do you like?
Rock.
Impressive
record collection.
What do you know
about Zack Lee?
Uh, guitarist,
uh, rock star,
"Ricochet."
What's his relationship
with Mike?
Uh, he collects records.
He's a--a collector
like us,
record collector.
What do you know
about a record
called "Magic Mojo
Voodoo Jinx"?
Ziggy.
Oh, sorry. Man.
Uh, could you
maybe sit down?
Ziggy?
"Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx"?
It's a 45,
private pressing.
What does that mean?
Means that it
wasn't on a label.
Completely
independent.
It was recorded
and pressed in 1971
by a garage rock band,
The Culture Monks.
Gregg Lynn on guitar,
Stoney Carter on bass,
Spike White on drums.
The B side
was untitled.
They only printed
50 copies.
Each record was hand distributed by the band.
There's only
one copy left.
How do you know all this?
It's what I do.
I devoted a year of my life researching it.
It's what I do.
What is Zack Lee's
interest in it?
There's only
one copy left...
and Mike found it.
What, are these Culture Monks
famous or something?
No.
So then what's the big deal?
What do you mean?
I mean I had my hand
wracked in a car door
over this,
fractured in three
fucking places,
so I'm curious.
I'm asking
what is the big deal?
Why does Zack Lee want it?
What is it
with this thing?
I told you. There's
only one copy left.
So what is there,
some kind of chemical war plan
on it or something?
What's on it?
Music.
Music?
Quit jiving me, Ziggy.
What is it with you?
Look.
I, uh...
I, uh--
I'm kinda tripping balls
on mushrooms right now,
so, uh, I--
I didn't know
you were coming over.
Okay.
All right. I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Can, uh--
Can we relax?
I didn't know you were
tripping on mushrooms.
It's all right.
We're all right.
Sorry.
You want to hear it?
You don't have
the actual record?
Oh, no, no.
Mike keeps that,
all the private pressings,
first editions.
He did burn me a copy of this,
though, when he found it.
My favorite part of the song
is the bridge.
Takes you to a new place.
I haven't left my house
in three years.
This is it?
I'm telling you
this shit's
off-the-radar rare.
And certain collectors,
it makes it crazy valuable,
collectors
like Mike and me
and whoever
did that to you.
I don't know.
Who did that to you?
Can you make me
a copy of this?
Sure.
Wait.
Here's the bridge.
Uh, Murphy Dunn.
How do you like
your new ringtone?
Who is this?
It's Ziggy from Burbank.
You just left my house.
How do you like
your new ringtone?
Carlisle's guys were
hired by Industry Records
a week and a half ago to get that "Voodoo
Jinx" record from Mike Lockwood.
Industry Records? Why?
Who's the point person?
Tammy Swick,
V.P. of Legal Affairs.
Legal?
That's interesting.
Gets more interesting.
Check your messages.
Hello. This is a message
for Murphy Dunn.
My name is Tammy Swick.
I am V.P. of Legal Affairs
at Industry Records.
Mr. Dunn, I would
very much like to discuss
the possibility
of retaining your services
regarding a particular record album that is of interest to us.
She wants to hire me? Offered double your daily rate.
For what? To find the record.
But why? She's already retaining Carlisle.
Did you speak to her?
Yeah.
I don't think Carlisle's guys are working fast enough for her.
She wants to double
her efforts.
Plus, she offered
a bonus of $50,000...
Hoo! If you show results.
What'd you tell her?
What do you think?
Carlisle's gonna shit
on his shoes.
Does this mean
I'm rehired?
Gregg Lynn, Stoney Carter,
Spike White--
can you find these guys?
Who are they? The Culture Monks.
They're a rock band from the seventies.
Can you find 'em?
If they can be found,
I'll find 'em.
But I want
the photos, Murphy.
That was the deal.
Tell you what.
You find 'em,
you can have
your photos.
That wasn't the deal.
Well, we never
shook on it.
I need you
to listen to a song.
Okay.
The vocals
are all backwards.
I need you
to transcribe it.
Okay.
The lyrics might be
some kind of clue
or something.
I don't know.
I got ya.
Why don't you take over
the front office?
Why would I do that?
'Cause you're
the man now, right?
That's Shakey's office.
Shakey's dead, Moof.
It's time you think
about the future.
♪ Hey, rockin' pants...
About time.
Hey, you all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's nothing.
Sit down.
Sit.
Hey! Hey!
Antonio, tell Eric
that Jo's taking a break!
Where you from, Jo?
Uh, Byesville.
Where's that?
Ohio.
And he's back there?
He was supposed
to move out this week.
That was the plan.
That's--That's the thing.
That was our whole plan.
Um, then he met someone.
So, you know,
fuck it, right?
I mean,
I'm here to make it
and fucking do
what I know I can do.
You know,
here I am, you know,
and he's not--
he's not coming.
How old are you?
I'm 20.
I burned this
for you this morning.
For me? What is it?
It's me. I thought
maybe, um--
maybe you could
give it to Zack Lee,
like maybe he'd play it or listen to it or something.
Okay.
I really, really want
to like it here, Dunn.
I really do.
I want to fucking show
everybody, you know,
but sometimes--
guess sometimes this place can be really fucky,
you know?
I mean, sometimes.
Yeah, I know.
But remember,
only sometimes.
Most of the time,
it's a solid B.
Okay.
♪ Baby, how do I explain?
♪ Inside of me
♪ Cold air
Door was open.
We gotta talk.
Looks like you made
some pretty heavy friends.
We told you to stay out of it, hotshot.
I heard Tammy Swick over at Industry Records gave you a buzz.
Mm-hmm. Looks like someone's
got jizz on their chin.
Carlisle's pissing blood,
you know.
This account is really important to us, Murph,
to the company.
It's big.
So if you want to stay in business for yourself,
if that's what
you really want,
then you better
turn the case down.
And if I already took it?
This fucking
fuck-ass.
Then you better turn your case information over to us.
That's everything you find
as soon as you find it.
Whatever happens,
Carlisle Investigations
takes full credit for finding that record.
Got it?
Blow.That's the way
it's gonna be.
Come on, Murphy, please.Both of you, coast!
These are some really nasty photographs, buddy.
Shocking, really.
Son of a bitch.
A man's satchel
is a sacred place.
I'd hate to see these photographs fall into the wrong hands.
I don't think Al would appreciate that very much,
do you?
Who knew you were such
an ace photographer?
Just hand 'em over.
Can't do it, buddy.
You're gonna play ball
with us on this one, Murph.
That's all
there is to it.
We played nice before,
but now...
Things might get
a bit rough.
We'll be in touch.
I heard you
got a cellphone.
Welcome
to the 21st century.
So who are
the photos of?
My wife. My ex-wife.
When were you divorced?
Six months ago,
right after Shakey died.
What's her name?
Al,
A-Althea,
Al Jackson.
Want to talk about it?
No, nope, not really.
Nah.
Shakey fucked her.
Or she fucked Shakey.
Anyway, they fucked
each other,
and it fucked me.
I followed 'em
one night,
some motel in Van Nuys.
I got photographs.
I should have known.
It was going on
for months.
We stopped having sex
except for a token pity hump on our anniversary.
Some dick
I turned out to be.
It's not here.
Sorry I wasted your time,
but I had to double-check.
You want a drink?
Sure.
♪ Of all the promises
♪ I've had to break...
He doesn't even have
a gravestone, you know.
It's just grass.
I should hate him.
I should,
but I just can't.
♪ 'Cause how
was I to know... ♪
Tell me something.
What was Shakey like?
What do you mean?
You know, with women.
What was so special
about him?
He was like catnip.
He was...
focused, attentive,
made me feel like
the only woman in the world.
Bastard-ass bitch.
What about, um--
What was he
like, you know...
What, in bed?
Just terrible.
You know, Ms. Lockwood,
I don't know--
Murphy, please,
please, please,
call me Dawn.
♪ All of my days...
Son of a--I'm Sorry.
Answer it.
Murphy Dunn.
Murphy. Hey, it's Ziggy.
Ziggy?
All right.
Hey, could you possibly come over again sometime?
What is it?
I was doing
some thinking,
uh, and, you know,
I just wanted to talk about some things,
you know,
share some things, talk, just talk.
O-Okay,
I'll come by tomorrow.
I can do it tonight
if that's cool with you.
You know, I could possibly
light up the grill
and throw a couple burgers on maybe if you like.
Do you like corn?
What is it, Ziggy?
No, hey!
Tomorrow's cool.
There are
just some things I--
I want to tell you.
Okay.
I'll be by tomorrow.
What time? Around morning time.
Cool. Cool. Awesome.
Cool. Nice.
Great. Thanks.
Listen, Murphy, could
you maybe pick me up
some stuff
from Rite Aid?
Some toilet paper,
a thing of moisturizer
and some Combos maybe?
I'll call you
in the morning.
Cool. See you
tomorrow morning.
Everything okay?
Ziggy.
That guy
makes me nervous.
Well, relax.
Yeah, right.
I haven't felt relaxed in a long time.
Well, what makes you
feel comfortable?
Where do you feel peaceful?
Being in Mitchell.
Mitchell?
That's my car.
Okay.
So lean back,
close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Okay, so...
see yourself
in Mitchell,
and you're driving.
See it. Feel it,
the steering wheel,
the street.
What street do you
like to drive on?
Ventura Boulevard,
dusk, heading east.
West at dusk is--
is for sucks.
Perfect.
You're just
driving Mitchell.
Just drive slowly,
slowly drown out
all the sounds that you can.
Just feel the wheel
and drive.
No traffic.
No stoplights.
No rearview mirror.
Just drive.
♪ I forget
the only feeling ♪
♪ Don't even recognize
what I've been needing... ♪
You know, you never
told me what happened to him.
Who shot him?
He shot himself.
What?
Why?
I'll never know.
It's probably 'cause
he knocked up Al.
Al's pregnant?
Ready to pop.
But, Murphy,
Stanley couldn't--
What is that?
Just a text message.
Is that bad?
Here. I'll show you.
It's Al.
Uh, yeah, no,
she's working for me.
Oh, my God.
Morning, sunshine.
Windows open like this?
Yep, both of 'em.
I already checked inside.
There's nothing,
no prints, nothing.
It's clean.
Have you been home?
You wore those yesterday.
Where'd you get those keys?
Dawn Lockwood.
When'd you see her?
Last night...
and this morning.
Told you I already
looked inside.
I checked those names,
that seventies band,
The Culture Monks.
Only one of 'em
is still alive,
the guitarist,
Gregg Lynn,
but all I could get on him was a P.O. box in Lancaster.
That's not gonna cut it,
Al. We need an address.
That's all
there is, babe.
Whoever this cat is,
he doesn't want
any visitors.
What about the lyrics?
Nonsense.
Typical hippie bullshit.
Gotta love to live,
live to love,
love supreme, sending the message,
that kind of stuff.
♪ I'm ready to jump
♪ I'm never gonna end
♪ I need you,
I can't wait you to know ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh
♪ So in love...
One thing's
for sure.
Mike Lockwood wasn't the last person to drive this thing.
How do you know?
He wouldn't be caught dead listening to this shit.
Somebody changed
the station.
♪ K-SOFT 105
♪ Where light rock
stays alive ♪
You all right?
Al, you gotta eat.
I do.
That shit's
not enough for two.
Hey, I eat, okay?
So, you sleep
with her or what?
Murphy Dunn.
Is that you?
Is that you banging?
What are you
talking about?
Someone's banging,
trying to get in.
What do you mean,
banging?
Someone's banging on the front door,
trying to get in!
Ziggy, are you tripping
on mushrooms again?
They're here.
They're in the house.
Then call the cops!
The Burbank cops?
Are you kidding me?
They're all fascists, man.
They scare the shit out of me!
Ziggy, look, just get out of there.
Get out of the house.
I can't do that.
I--I can't do that.
Murphy, what are you--
I can't. Murphy, please.
I need you here.
Please come over,
Murphy. Please.
All right, all right,
all right.
I'll be there
in a minute.
Stay on the phone.
I gotta go, babe.What's going on?
Eat something!
And get me that address!
There ain't no address.
Ziggy. Hello? Ziggy!
Ziggy? Ziggy? Hello?
I should have
gone with him.
Ziggy!
Murphy, are you there? Ziggy! Get--
Just you gotta get out of the house!
Go to the neighbors!
No, no, I can't do that.
They got that...
little bitch fracking dog
and that kid!
What?
Murphy, I'm sorry, man.
I should have told you
everything before.
Told me what?
Me and Mike,
we were gonna try and--
Oh, it was so stupid.
Try what, Ziggy?
Try and--
and blackmail him
for the--with the record.
Blackmail?
Who for what?
For money.For money?
No, that's extortion,
Ziggy.
Blackmail's
something different.
Extortion? Really?
Extort money from who?
That--That guitar guy.
Zack Lee.
Just--Just relax.
I'm almost there, okay?
What are you do--
What is that?
What's going on?
If I hadn't been so goddamn
scared to get into a car,
I could've gone with him.
I should've gone with him.
I would have.
I would have helped him.
I'd--I'd know where he is.
I'd be able to help him now.
Murphy, please,
you gotta help me!
Relax, Ziggy, okay? Please, please!
I'm on my way.
I'm almost there.
You gotta help me get out of this goddamn house!
Last Sunday,
Mike went
to see Gregg.
Gregg who?
No!
Hey, Ziggy! Hey!
Ziggy?
Ziggy?
One shit sandwich.
Thanks.
What are you doing?
You really think
this is gonna work?
Of course
it's gonna work.
What if he only checks
his mail once a week?
Well, then it's gonna
be a really long week.
♪ Yeah
You never asked me why.
Hmm?
All this time,
you've never asked me why.
Why what?
Why I fucked him.
Because you're
a fuck machine.
♪ Ricochet
That's what
fuck machines do.
I'm no dummy here.
I married
a fuck machine,
and if you marry
a fuck machine,
you gotta be ready
to get fucked.
There he is.
Heh. I can't believe
that worked.
I've never stopped
loving you, Murphy...
and I never will.
It was a terrible mistake.
I am so sorry.
Whose kid is that?
Our anniversary.
Wait here.
I'm coming with you.
Al, no. I don't
want him to know
that there's
two of us--
or three of us,
whatever the hell.
If I need you,
I'll call.
Stay in the car.
Ju--
Stay in the car.
Stay in the car.
Y-You'll call?
I'll call.
Stay in the car.
Gregg Lynn?
Who are you?
I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm Murphy Dunn,
private investigator
from Los Angeles.
Los Angeles? Fuck you.
I just need to ask you
a few questions.
Should only take a minute.
Have a seat.
♪ K-SOFT 105
♪ Where light rock
stays alive ♪
Uh...
what can you tell me
about Mike Lockwood?
Never heard of him.
Oh, he's been missing
a week ago Sunday.
What's that
got to do with me?
How 'bout Ziggy Schultz?
Who in the world would ever name their kid Ziggy?
Uh, no, I never heard
of either one.
Something to drink?
Uh, sure.
Blue, red or green?
Whatever you're having.
We'll go green.
How come you're wearing
a jacket, man?
It's July.
I don't know.
How'd you get
my name, anyway?
You were in a band once,
The Culture Monks.
Shit.
How'd you know that?
Uh, this is mouthwash, no?
Yeah. It's all I got.
Why?
Not good enough for you,
Hollywood?
Gregg...
I already know that Mike Lockwood came to see you.
And since I know that,
I'm just asking myself
why would he--
meaning you--
lie to me about it?
Have you ever created
anything, Murphy?
What do you mean?
I mean have you ever
created anything,
anything at all?
Well, when you
do create something,
it's a part of you,
a part that you don't ever want to be away from.
It's like your identity,
and if it
gets taken away,
it can fill a person
with a certain rage.
"Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx."
"Voodoo Jinx."
Have you even
heard it?
Yes, I have,
and I don't understand.
Oh, then you never
heard it.
'Cause it's
pretty obvious,
even for someone
from Los Angeles.
I don't follow.
What does every record
have, Murphy?
Grooves.
Heh.
Two sides,
an A side...
and B side.
This is the B side.
Shit.
My favorite pastime is
searching through the aisles
of, you know,
the vinyl record store
and find a little gem
nobody's heard before.
And then you get to have
that relationship
and that connection
with one song.
It's like your little baby.
There's been a lot
of great music
that's gone
completely missed.
Zack Lee,
he ripped off
the lick.
That's what
this is all about,
a ripped-off guitar lick?
The lick?
The bridge, the solo,
everything, man,
the whole tune!
That's what
this is about?
No! No!
It's about integrity!
It's about honesty!
It's about the--
It's about the whole
fucking thing, man!
Listen!
He's--This motherfucker
stole everything
from me!
I can't get gas without hearing my music.
My music's shilling
everything but ass soap!
But it's copyrighted,
Gregg.
Why didn't you fight it?
Because I
didn't have proof!
I didn't have
a copy of it.
I didn't have a copy
of my own record!
But I do now.
On a lighter note...
another cocktail,
Murphy?
No, thanks.
Well, I think I might.
♪ K-SOFT 105
♪ Where light rock
stays alive ♪
You can change the station if you want.
That's just on
to calm my nerves.
I've, uh,
somewhat lost my taste
for rock 'n' roll.
What about Mike Lockwood?
He, uh, found a copy
of it, my record.
And I don't know where.
You know,
it was somewhere.
I guess he was
just being generous.
Nicest guy. He's--
heh heh--came by
to give it to me.
Uh, to give it
back to me.
So you did see him?
Yeah.
Why didn't you
say that before?
He, uh--
He wouldn't
give it to me.
I told him it's mine,
you know.
I created it.
I wrote it.
I recorded it.
But he didn't care,
you know.
He had some scheme
to get rich
blackmailing that seven-sided son of a bitch, Lee.
Actually,
it's extortion, Gregg.
Blackmail's something
a bit different.
Was just another cocky motherfucker trying to sucker me.
And I'm done,
all right?
Gregg Lynn is done
being fucked in the ass!
Think about it!
I didn't have a copy
of my own recording,
man, my baby,
and here comes this asshole hustler telling me it's his,
trying to pull rank,
telling me
he's not gonna give me
what's mine?
First Lee,
and then this two-bit prick Lockwood!
Fucking Los Angeles,
man.
It's total bullshit!
Just relax.What?
Relax.
What about
Ziggy Schultz?
Look, I am nobody's bitch anymore,
all right?
All right,
how do you get this shit off vibrate?
I could show you.
That's Mike's phone,
you know.
Where are they, Gregg?
Trust me, Dunn.
They're
in a better place.
What's that behind
your back there, Gregg?
What? This?
You said you'd call.I'm sorry.
What are we gonna do
with him?
What do you think
he weighs?
Gimme.
You can't just put it
up to your ear.
What? Why? You need a Bluetooth.
Blue? Bluetooth? Here. Here.
Uh, hello?
Hey, Dunn,
you know, you--
you're never, ever
gonna believe this.
Jo? Jo, you all right?
Dude, guess who I'm
hanging out with. Guess.
W-Where are you? Guess.
Please, just tell me
you're at home.
Try the Pink Motel.
It's really pink, too,
and Zack says th-that they
shoot movies here.
Hey.
Um, Jo? Uh, Jo?
Murphy Dunn?
Who is this?
Who do you think?
Listen, you touch her,
I'll kill you.
Understand me?
I already touched her, dick.
Oh, and F.Y.I.,
she's one hit away from a fatal O.D.
How soon can you get here?
Where's "here"?
Pink Motel,
Sun Valley,
room 20.
Sun Valley?
Give me 20 minutes.
I'll give you 19.
I'm gonna kill you,
you motherfucker!
Stop the car,
Murphy!
I hate trunks, man.
This is bullshit!
Ah, Moof.
Yeah, what? Come on! Come on!
You're wet. Uh...
no, okay. It's okay.
That's fine, all right?
It's all right.
Uh, how much time
we got?
I'm claustrophonic,
man.
I'm claustrophonic!
♪ Make my day
Two rooms.
♪ Make my day
Okay, baby,
Just relax.
I'll get us
some help.
Okay,
I'll be right back.
Hurry.
♪ Won't forget my name
♪ Won't forget my name
♪ He said I'm bad
like Jesse James ♪
♪ But y'all still don't know
what I'm talking 'bout ♪
Hoo.
♪ I played
all around the world ♪
♪ Trouble at my feet, so I
can tell you 'bout it... ♪
Where is she?
Frisk him, bitch.
♪ Give it to you, honey
♪ Hey
Where's the record, dude?
Let me see
the girl first.
Old school.
Next door.
♪ Ah, yeah
♪ I'll skip round in Hello?
♪ Ah, yeah
Hi.
Hey.
So you're Dunn?
You're the guy?
I'm the guy.
He's the man.
Dunn, Zack came
into the diner,
and he had me listen
to his new album.
It was fucking kick-ass!
Man, I'm so glad
you're here.
What'd you give her? Pure shit.
She really should go
to a hospital.
Look, don't fuck with me,
you cockless shit.
Hey! You know what I want.
Where is it?
This has been
the best day.
You're right
about L.A., Dunn.
It can be
really, really fun.
Hello.Moof, where are you?
I need you.
It's happening. It's time.
I'll be there
in just a minute.What is it?
Two blokes just rolled up wearing sport coats.
Who are they? I don't know,
but they look suspect.
Moof, you gotta hurry! Give me just a minute.
You want we
should take action?
Just hold tight.Just hold tight.
Who'd you bring? What are you talking about?
Two guys wearing
sports coats?
They're not with me.
They're private investigators
hired
by Industry Records.
They want what you want,
that fucking "Fuzz Track."
No, no, no. Get rid of 'em.This has been
the best fucking day.
She's coming with me.Negatory, dick.
She ain't going nowhere.
Get rid of 'em.
Okay.
Dunn, we're really gonna have to work on your listening skills.
We know you got it.
Don't try anything stupid.
Just hand it over.
Where are
the pictures?
What? That was the deal.
Give me my photos,
the record's yours.
Schock,
go get the man
his photos.
Who's the girl?
None of your business.
Hey, man.
What's happening?
Who's in the bathroom?
You don't want to know.
All right, enough.
Enough!
Now, who's working
for who?
You two together? Is he with you?
I'm with me, okay?
And Industry is not
going home with that record.
What are you trying
to pull, Dunn?
No, Zack, he's--
Dunn's the man.
He's cool.
Zip it, bitch!
Give me the record,
or I blow her
fucking heart out.
It's in the trunk
of my car.
Get it yourself.
Which car? The Mercury Comet.
I should've guessed.
You all right, kid?
All right, all right.
Here we are.
What's up, rockers?
Rotate.
Whatever's
in this trunk is mine.
Son of a bitch!
Who the hell
are you?
Ohh!
You're a dead man, Lee!
Who the hell's
that now?
A fan.
This is for the lick!
This is for the bridge!
And this is for the solo,
you little
cocksucking bitch!
You stole
my fucking life!
They try anything,
you cap their knees.
And don't go getting pussy on me now, bitch.
You got it?
Why you let him talk
to you like that?
What?
Like he's your boss,
you're his bitch.
Hey, he ain't the boss
of me, all right?
All right.All right?
All right.
Such a crazy day.
Yeah, who's the rock star now, fuck-hole, huh?
Who is it now?
Who is it now?
You want to fight,
dude?
I know how to fight.
Let's do this.
Listen to me.
My wife is in labor.
What do I look like,
a douche?
She ain't your wife,
ain't even pregnant.
No. Room six.
Please, I'm serious.
Look,
I ain't stupid, mate.
Hey, watch it now.
Hey. Hey.
Please.
Look here.
I ain't a bad person.
You know what I mean?
No, no.
Please?
Please?
All right, yeah.
All right, come on.
Let's go. Come on.
Yo, War!
What the hell you doing, dude?
What did I say?
Hey, you ain't the boss
of me, all right, bitch?
What's up?
Who you calling bitch, bro?
You ain't the boss
of me, all right?
Stop saying that!
Give me that thing!
What's with the hate bone all of the sudden?
What? You want me
to beat your ass
in front
of your new friends?
I've got feelings, too,
you know, bitch.
Where have you been? Close the door.
Who's she?
Who are you?
War Machine, mum.
War Machine?
Actually, it's William.
What now?
Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.Who's that?
Some lady, man.
It's Dawn, Murphy.
You slept with her?
That hardly matters right now, babe. Breathe.
Son of a bitch! Oh, my God.
Can you help her?
She's...
Let's get her
to the hospital.
Hey! I don't do hospitals.
She's independent like that.All right.
When was your
last contraction?
Two minutes. Not long.
Uh, Water.
Need some water
and a lot of
warm towels, okay?
Voom.
Okay, uh,
baby, focus.
On a scale
of 1 to 10,
how intense was your last contraction?
Eight.
Oh, perfect.
You slept with her?
That hardly matters
right now, babe.
Have you
done this before?
Uh, well,
I've had one before.
Take off my shoes.All right,
come on down, baby.
We're gonna
do this together.
You can do this.
Can you help me
get her pants off?
Right.That's right.
Come on down, baby.
We're gonna do this together.
Help me.
What do you want
from me, man?
Payback.
Name it.
Name your price.
Okay, we're gonna get
into a rhythm now
Okay, deep breaths.
Good.
Just feel the rhythm.
Feel the groove.
You feel it?
Yeah.
Good, good.
Can you feel it?
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
In, out.
Just let your body do
what your body has to do.
Where the hell
did they go?
I can't stay here.
I gotta go.
What?
What?
If they find me here,
they find you.
No, wait! You can't
leave me, Murphy!
Murphy, get back here!
You can't go!
Do you guys need any help?
Where's the record,
Dunn?
This is it, man.
No more bullshit.
Zack and I reached an agreement of a financial nature.
What?
Just tell us
where it is, man!
Quit circle jerking with us!
You're not
gonna shoot me!
Quit bluffing!
How the fuck
do you know?
Well, some people just don't know when to give in!
Where the fuck
is it, Dunn?
You're not gonna be
the end of me,
Dunn! Not you!
This is
my fucking career!
This is
my fucking life, man!
Now quit being a jerk!
Chin on your chest, okay?
Chin on your chest.
And 1, 2, 3. Push!
Like you're taking
the biggest shit
you've ever
taken in your life!
All right, big shit!
You think
you're something?
You're just a dick
from the Valley!
I've been to London, man!
Yes, I see the head!
Oh, I see it, too!
Get it out!
I want to push!
Push, bitch! Don't push!
Slowly,
slowly turn off
all the sounds
that you can.
1, 2, 3.
♪ Was the bee,
is the sting ♪
♪ 'Cause how
was I to know ♪
♪ That I would fall?
♪ And the sweetest...
♪ Suddenly have
no meaning now ♪
♪ As it grows
You don't think
I'll do it?
You don't think
I'll fucking do it?
He'll fucking
do it!
I've been
to Shanghai, man!
I will put a bullet
between your ass!
What are you,
stupid?
Don't think
I fucking won't!
Are you
just stupid?
What is the matter with you?
What are
you doing, man?
1, 2, 3, big one!
Aah!
♪ Looking back
♪ Over my days
Oh, shit!
Yes,
we've got a baby!
God help him. Shit.
So what do I do now?
Something hit me
in the eye!
Oh, man!
God damn it!
This shit
smarts bad, man!
Help me, man!
Something got me
in the eye, man!
Towels.
Give me some towels!
Towels!
Oh! Oh, beautiful!
You did it!
Jesus fucking--
God!
We gotta get you
to a hospital.
Zeigfeld Stanley Dunn
was born at the Pink Motel
on the third of July,
7 pounds, 4 ounces,
21 inches long.
The most beautiful brown
son-of-a-bitch eyes I ever saw.
Looking for something,
buddy?
What's it gonna be,
Dunn?
Carlisle's got a lot
riding on this, Murph.
Let's just make
a smart play.
That's it?
How do we know
that's the one?
Trust.
It's not the one.
Buddy.
God.
Freaking...
♪ Leave all these things
♪ Let's steal away
♪ We'll find tomorrow
♪ They'll see us another day
♪ So leave all these things
♪ And we'll steal away
Get in!
What?
Mr. Swick want
a word with you.
Who?
Can you take me
to Saint Joe's Hospital?
Yes, anywhere
you want to go.
Something
to drink, Mr. Dunn?
My name's Swick,
Victor Swick.
Have you ever
heard of BlueGram?
Hmm?
The BlueGram Company?
Mm-hmm. Liquor, right,
among other stuff?
Well, that's
a bit of it, sure.
No, BlueGram owns
controlling interest
in 47 corporations
worldwide,
one of which
is Industry Records.
Bottom line, you got
something I want, Dunn.
Zack Lee,
the, uh--that song.
Mm. "Fuzz Track"?
Well, that song
has been licensed
to more than 75 corporations worldwide
for purposes of advertising and publicity
for over a year now.
If it were proven that that music wasn't original,
well, now that's
just the kind
of accounting headache
I'm trying to prevent.
And as CEO,
I am responsible
to hardworking stockholders who pay me very well
to keep this kind of shit on their shoes from happening.
What's in it for me?
Exactly.
What do you want?
One, I was promised a bonus of $50,000 if I showed results.
Since I have,
I'd like my money.
Not a problem, Dunn.
There's a case
by your feet.
Whew. All done.
12 hours later,
they found the bodies
of Mike Lockwood
and Ziggy Schultz
buried not 50 yards
from Gregg Lynn's trailer.
Excuse me.
Jo caught a red-eye
back to Ohio,
decided L.A.
just wasn't her scene.
She said that all her heroes
turned out to be dicks.
You all set?
What it is.
You're new here.
Yeah.
You a musician?
No, actress.
Uh, a Monte Cristo.
♪ A little sun,
a little rain ♪
♪ A quiet place
to be staying ♪
♪ Got your wealth
when you've got your health ♪
♪ Shoes without socks
♪ Pants full of patches
♪ The jacket you wear
never matches ♪
♪ Got your wealth
when you've got your health ♪
♪ The air is free for you
♪ Just open up your door
♪ The sun will always shine
♪ For either rich or poor
♪ Live and be happy
♪ A little joy,
a little laughter ♪
♪ A drink or two
now and after ♪
♪ Got your wealth
when you've got your health ♪
♪ Got your wealth
when you've got your health ♪
♪ Hey
♪ Ooh
♪ Unh
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah!
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Whoo
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, unh
♪ This goes like you
♪ Ooh
♪ Yeah
♪ This goes like you
♪ Hey, hey, hey
♪ Unh
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah, boom!
♪ Yeah
♪ Ricochet
He said that everybody's
gotta eat a shit sandwich
at one time or another.
The trick is to think
of it as a Monte Cristo.
It's real cool advice.
I'm still working on it.
Never worked a case
by myself before,
not that I couldn't,
but you know
what Piglet used to say.
"It's so much more
friendly with two."
♪ K-SOFT 105
It was Tuesday
or Wednesday.
Anyway, it was late June.
An old mutual acquaintance
of ours
came by the office yesterday,
offered me a job.
I had yet to take it.
♪ ...and I can't
seem to shake it... ♪
Mister.
Hey, mister.
Hey!
Oh.
Can't sleep here.
What? No.
I-I'm not sleeping.
Well, you can't
pass out here either.
I'm not. Look, just go get
me some coffee, will you?
Two coffees, black.
♪ Whoa, whoa, this girl
that you see now ♪
♪ Do you love her?
♪ Got to tell her
what you mean now ♪
♪ Oh, yes, I do
♪ You, me
♪ And a bottle of whiskey
♪ 'Cause nothing's
gonna change ♪
♪ Come sunshine or the rain
♪ You, me
and a bottle of whiskey ♪
♪ And we don't need a name,
'cause we don't... ♪
Excuse me.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Can I help you?
I'm looking
for Stanley Black.
Have we--
Don't I know you?
Oh, my God.
He's still got
that beautiful old car.
What does he call it?
Sadie.
Sadie.
Um, is he here?
I'm afraid not.
Is there something
I can do for you?
I'm his partner.
Yeah, it's my son.
He's missing.
Uh, have a seat.
You know, I don't mean
to be rude,
but I really need
to speak with Stanley.
Not that you're--
you know,
but is there any way
you could reach him?
Shakey's dead.
What?
Stanley, he's dead.
Been almost six months.
What happened?
Uh...
he got shot.
Wow.
The last time I-- I talked to him was New Year's Eve.
What's his name...
Uh...
your son?
Michael Lockwood.
He went to go get
his oil changed
sometime around noon
on Saturday.
Ms. Lockwood?
Please call me Dawn.
Yeah, no. Huskies, you.
North Hollywood High.
North Hollywood
High School.
You were my guidance counselor,
class of '88?
I'm Murphy Dunn.
Murphy Dunn.
Oh, it's been
a long time.
So can you help me,
Murphy?
Uh, eh,
my plate is kind--
kind of full at the moment.
Is--Would it be all right for me to call you tomorrow,
Ms. Lockwood?
I just--I need to try and
sort out some things here.
Sure. Call me tomorrow.
But please call me Dawn.
So should I give you
the check?
No. I don't want the check.
I came here for breakfast.
I want a Monte Cristo.
You've been here for over an hour not sleeping, okay?
You new here?
I started Monday.
What, are you just
off the bus or what?
That skirt
doesn't suit you.
Tried to get a job
at Guitar Center.
Whatever.
You're a musician, huh?
What's your name?
Jo. Look,
you're not my type.
No, I'm not that guy.
No? Which--Which guy
are you, then?
Shit.
Jo, I-I'm sorry.
I think I left my wallet
in my satchel.
Your what?
I left--It's in the car.
It's out back.
Why are you
wearing a jacket?
It's almost July.
June gloom.
Hey!
Hey!
Is that
your satchel?
Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!
Dick.
♪ That--that day of the week,
man, that day of the week ♪
♪ I can't help it
♪ Arrested by the new
♪ I'm some kind of breed
that needs to feel it ♪
♪ Yes, I can't help it
♪ Habit runs so deep
♪ Trust that when I'm bust
♪ I come back
for the aftermath ♪
♪ When I get down
♪ Got to get down
to get it right ♪
♪ You know my name
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get it good now ♪
♪ When I get down
♪ Got to get right
to get it right ♪
♪ You know my name
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get it, get it ♪
♪ When I get down
♪ Got to get down
to get it right ♪
♪ You know my name
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get it good now ♪
♪ When I get down
♪ Got to get down
to get it right ♪
♪ You know my name
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get ♪
♪ Got to get it good
♪ And when it come,
you got to get it ♪
♪ Hey, yeah
♪ Hey, yeah
♪ Whoo
♪ You got me
Dunn, let's talk.
How's tricks, buddy?
Bitching.
Business?
Keeping it together.
How's Al?
How's your lone testicle, numb-nut?
Hey, cancer isn't
funny, asshole.
Neither is my divorce,
Schock.
Easy. Easy now.
Simmer down.
Val, you know anything
about my satchel?
Some fuck-stick jacked it this morning at the diner.
Your what?
My satchel,
bright light.
It's a briefcase with a shoulder strap, Schock.
Something like this?
Son of a dick's ass!
♪ This is how I rock, yeah
It's like this,
Murph.
We know someone came to see you yesterday.
Lockwood.
Carlisle would prefer it
if you left it alone.
He would, would he?
Just stay out of it.
As a professional
courtesy.
You understand? We're asking you nice.
Professional courtesy?
Like you jacking
my satchel? That kind?
That was just
a precaution.
Precaution? For what?
Don't ask questions.
We know
what we're doing.
You got an "H."
We're working on
something big.
It involves Lockwood.
What is it? Hey.
What did I say
about asking questions?
Carlisle's
willing to throw
a little work your way if you cooperate.
Hook shot!
We're asking you
nice, Dunn.
When people in this town
want to hire
an investigation firm,
they want pros,
not some hard-rock gumshoe
from the Valley
who still uses pay phones
and sweats Cutty Sark.
In this city,
we're the big dicks.
Us, Carlisle, not you.
Got it?
Big dicks?
Last time I talked
to your wife,
she said you were
hung like a cricket.
Is that true?
Is that the dirtiest look
you got,
you brick-top honky bitch?
Ow!
God, if this thing
is broken...
Uh, Ms. Lockwood,
it's Murphy Dunn.
Listen, if the offer still stands,
I'd like to take your case,
help you find your son.
So just call the office.
Let me know. Thanks.
♪ You say you want
to play the hand ♪
♪ But it just
won't come, man ♪
♪ I know what you don't
♪ But I can't get it
through your head... ♪
He went to have his oil changed around noon on Sunday.
I haven't seen him since.
♪ What it is
ain't what it is ♪
♪ But it won't always
be yours ♪
♪ How's about it?
♪ I'll be back and find it
♪ How's about it?
♪ Make no mistakes
about it ♪
♪ How's about it?
♪ I'll be back
and find it... ♪
All the cool guys
in high school used to say,
"I know I should,
I wish I could
put my cock in Ms. Lockwood."
Horny high-school bastards.
♪ Is it bad?
♪ Is it bad?
♪ Is it bad, y'all?
Ms. Lockwood?
♪ Hey
Ms. Lockwood.
♪ Call it out now
Oh!
Oh.
Careful.
It always like this?
That's just Michael.
How old is he?
He'll be 40,
December.
Who's he with? This guy?
Ziggy,
Mike's best friend.
It's a hell
of a vinyl collection.
Yep.
They're his life.
He's been collecting
since he was 11.
There's a catalog there of all his stuff,
mostly rare,
old music.
He hates anything contemporary,
anything popular,
anything from the last 30 years, actually.
Hates contemporary music,
huh?
With a vengeance.
He and Ziggy have
this website they host
They were always buying and selling different things.
Yeah, I found this,
these printouts.
Has anybody else been in here,
in his room since...
No.
What about
this Ziggy guy,
his friend? No.
Has he been here?
No. Ziggy's
a severe agoraphobic.
He hasn't left Burbank in seven years,
his house in three.
Did Mike ever
mention this to you,
this record,
"Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx"?
No.
It looks like somebody
wanted to buy it
from him badly.
Wait. You think a record
has something to do with this?
I don't know,
but I'm definitely
getting curious.
Why all the interest,
fellas?
Oh!
Where is it? Where's what?
Don't make me ground
and pound your ass, bro.
The record.
Where is it?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Yo, War Machine,
check the car.
Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
Oh, relax. Relax!
Hey, lookie here.
He's got a satchel!
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, J-Rock,
ain't nothing here
but a bunch
of Van Halen tapes.
All right. All right.
Hah!
Yo, give me a hand.
War Machine.
Come clean now, bro.
Just come clean.
Where is it?
I don't know
what you mean.
Okay, I'm gonna
ask you again.
Where is it?
I don't know.
This is your
last chance, homie.
Just give it up.
Yeah, come on, man.
Just tell him. End it.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Fuck.
Yo, stay away
from Lockwood, Red.
Next time, we break
your fucking heart.
Come on, beeyotch.
♪ Hey
♪ Live is no worse
♪ Glance hits...
Know anything
about Zack Lee, Jo?
Zack Lee? You don't
know Zack Lee?
Ah, I'm a bit
behind the time.
He's a guitarist.
♪ Hey, hey, hey
♪ Yeah, yeah
♪ Whoa, yeah
You've heard his song,
"Ricochet"?
I've heard that one, yeah.
Have you seen his video?
He's fucking amazing.
♪ Ooh
♪ Unh
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah!
He was born
Xavier Zachariah Lee.
Xavier?
Mm-hmm.
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Whoo
"Ricochet" was a very personal song to me.
I put a lot of myself
in that song.
I mean, after we
finished recording that,
we knew we had something really special.
I think the hardest part
about being an artist
in our accelerated culture,
just finding your own voice
and staying true to it.
That's his only song,
"Ricochet"?
What's your response
to the people
who write Zack Lee off
as a one hit wonder?
I'd say
they're right.
As of right now,
I only have one hit.
And how does that
make you feel?
Like it's time
to prove 'em wrong.
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah, boom!
♪ Yeah
♪ Ricochet
♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
"Ricochet" was
a first impression,
and, uh, the new album,
"Axe to Grind,"
is gonna be
a lasting impression.
Hey, Al. Got a minute?
Whoa.
What the hell is that?
What happened to your hand? I asked you first.
Too much
bacon and cheese.
What happened
to your hand?
You're carrying his kid?
Why didn't you tell me?
Why are you
wearing your jacket?
It's almost July.
It's June gloom.
It's good to see you.
How have you been?
I need your help
on something.
I need some information
from Carlisle's offices.
I need to find out who hired them on something and why.
Thought I was fired.
One condition.
I want those photos.
What photos? Don't play dim.
And the negatives.
Where's your ring?
We're divorced, Murphy.
Remember
the charming lawyers?
Hey, I'm the one
who got fucked.
I left messages.
Why didn't you
call me back?
Phone's disconnected.
Fuck.
What's that
supposed to mean?
Will you please take off those goddamn sunglasses?
They don't make you
look cool.
Nut up,
Murph, please.
You're 38 years old.
You're still driving
the same car you had
in high school.
Handles like a dream.And your fucking hair.
You used to love my hair.You call yourself
a professional,
and you don't even have a cellphone.
I mean, what is that?
Shakey never had
a cellphone.
I miss you, Moof.
Why didn't you tell me
you were pregnant?
Because I knew
you couldn't handle it.
How do you feel about those that accuse you of selling out?
Selling out? Come on.
Van Halen had puffy stickers.
♪ Oh, yeah
But what I think people are referring to is
the mass licensing
of your song,
"Ricochet,"
last year.
Look, Led Zeppelin
sold Cadillacs,
and The Who sold hotels,
The Stones Rice Krispies.
Jay-Z has
his own line of shoes.
They call him
a savvy businessman.
It's capitalism.
Drive safely.
Live dangerously.
Ole' Bear.
Half the calories.
Twice the awesome.
Cenna Jet.
Life is short.
Make it snappy.
Snappy's.
Adults only.
Skin.
♪ Oh, yeah
Son of a gun.
What about this Ziggy guy,
his friend?
Ziggy's
a severe agoraphobic.
He hasn't left Burbank
in seven years,
his house in three.
Hey, door's open, man!
Come on in!
Just drop the stuff
on the counter!
I'll be out
in a minute!
I'm just dropping
a deuce!
And I'm famished!
Haven't had
breakfast all day!
Ziggy Schultz?
Tait?
No. I'm Murphy Dunn.
Uh, are you
from Delivery Mart?
I'm a private investigator
hired by Dawn Lockwood.
I was hoping we could talk.
You got a few minutes?
So--So you're not
with Delivery Mart?
No.
Give me a sec here.
I'm just
taking a dump.
Take your time.
When was the last time
you saw Mike Lockwood?
Hey, man,
can--can you get that?
You're not Ziggy.
I'm Murphy Dunn.
Ziggy, he's...
taking a dump.
I'm Tait.
These his groceries?
Uh, yeah.
It's $49.12 without tip.
Put it
on Ziggy's account.
He doesn't have
an account, man.
All right.
Groceries are here!
Ziggy?
Ziggy?
♪ I went away, dear
♪ I know
♪ It's you I've wronged...
Ziggy.
Open the door, Ziggy.
I just want
to talk to you.
♪ Na na, na na,
na na na... ♪
Whoa.
Is that your real hair?
Jesus Christ!
What? What?
What are you doing?
What--Shit.You said you'd be cool.
That's weird
and intense.
It's my first cellphone.Really?
Huh.
It's on vibrate.
Yeah, okay, fine.
Shit, how do you get it
off that vibrate?
This is Murphy.
Murphy, it's Dawn.
Ms. Lockwood. O-Okay.
Look, I have Michael's
cellphone bill here.
He's making calls.
There's outgoing calls,
charges made.
I-I've been trying to reach him on his cellphone,
but he doesn't pick up.
Can I call you back?
I'm here with Ziggy.
I'll call you
right back.
Murph, listen.
He's making calls.
He's out there somewhere.
Without question.
♪ ...way to the sunshine
♪ Fly away...
H-How do you get it
off that vibrate?
♪ Fly away to the sun
♪ Fly away,
oh, fly away... ♪
You want
a custom ringtone?
What kind of music
do you like?
Rock.
Impressive
record collection.
What do you know
about Zack Lee?
Uh, guitarist,
uh, rock star,
"Ricochet."
What's his relationship
with Mike?
Uh, he collects records.
He's a--a collector
like us,
record collector.
What do you know
about a record
called "Magic Mojo
Voodoo Jinx"?
Ziggy.
Oh, sorry. Man.
Uh, could you
maybe sit down?
Ziggy?
"Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx"?
It's a 45,
private pressing.
What does that mean?
Means that it
wasn't on a label.
Completely
independent.
It was recorded
and pressed in 1971
by a garage rock band,
The Culture Monks.
Gregg Lynn on guitar,
Stoney Carter on bass,
Spike White on drums.
The B side
was untitled.
They only printed
50 copies.
Each record was hand distributed by the band.
There's only
one copy left.
How do you know all this?
It's what I do.
I devoted a year of my life researching it.
It's what I do.
What is Zack Lee's
interest in it?
There's only
one copy left...
and Mike found it.
What, are these Culture Monks
famous or something?
No.
So then what's the big deal?
What do you mean?
I mean I had my hand
wracked in a car door
over this,
fractured in three
fucking places,
so I'm curious.
I'm asking
what is the big deal?
Why does Zack Lee want it?
What is it
with this thing?
I told you. There's
only one copy left.
So what is there,
some kind of chemical war plan
on it or something?
What's on it?
Music.
Music?
Quit jiving me, Ziggy.
What is it with you?
Look.
I, uh...
I, uh--
I'm kinda tripping balls
on mushrooms right now,
so, uh, I--
I didn't know
you were coming over.
Okay.
All right. I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Can, uh--
Can we relax?
I didn't know you were
tripping on mushrooms.
It's all right.
We're all right.
Sorry.
You want to hear it?
You don't have
the actual record?
Oh, no, no.
Mike keeps that,
all the private pressings,
first editions.
He did burn me a copy of this,
though, when he found it.
My favorite part of the song
is the bridge.
Takes you to a new place.
I haven't left my house
in three years.
This is it?
I'm telling you
this shit's
off-the-radar rare.
And certain collectors,
it makes it crazy valuable,
collectors
like Mike and me
and whoever
did that to you.
I don't know.
Who did that to you?
Can you make me
a copy of this?
Sure.
Wait.
Here's the bridge.
Uh, Murphy Dunn.
How do you like
your new ringtone?
Who is this?
It's Ziggy from Burbank.
You just left my house.
How do you like
your new ringtone?
Carlisle's guys were
hired by Industry Records
a week and a half ago to get that "Voodoo
Jinx" record from Mike Lockwood.
Industry Records? Why?
Who's the point person?
Tammy Swick,
V.P. of Legal Affairs.
Legal?
That's interesting.
Gets more interesting.
Check your messages.
Hello. This is a message
for Murphy Dunn.
My name is Tammy Swick.
I am V.P. of Legal Affairs
at Industry Records.
Mr. Dunn, I would
very much like to discuss
the possibility
of retaining your services
regarding a particular record album that is of interest to us.
She wants to hire me? Offered double your daily rate.
For what? To find the record.
But why? She's already retaining Carlisle.
Did you speak to her?
Yeah.
I don't think Carlisle's guys are working fast enough for her.
She wants to double
her efforts.
Plus, she offered
a bonus of $50,000...
Hoo! If you show results.
What'd you tell her?
What do you think?
Carlisle's gonna shit
on his shoes.
Does this mean
I'm rehired?
Gregg Lynn, Stoney Carter,
Spike White--
can you find these guys?
Who are they? The Culture Monks.
They're a rock band from the seventies.
Can you find 'em?
If they can be found,
I'll find 'em.
But I want
the photos, Murphy.
That was the deal.
Tell you what.
You find 'em,
you can have
your photos.
That wasn't the deal.
Well, we never
shook on it.
I need you
to listen to a song.
Okay.
The vocals
are all backwards.
I need you
to transcribe it.
Okay.
The lyrics might be
some kind of clue
or something.
I don't know.
I got ya.
Why don't you take over
the front office?
Why would I do that?
'Cause you're
the man now, right?
That's Shakey's office.
Shakey's dead, Moof.
It's time you think
about the future.
♪ Hey, rockin' pants...
About time.
Hey, you all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, it's nothing.
Sit down.
Sit.
Hey! Hey!
Antonio, tell Eric
that Jo's taking a break!
Where you from, Jo?
Uh, Byesville.
Where's that?
Ohio.
And he's back there?
He was supposed
to move out this week.
That was the plan.
That's--That's the thing.
That was our whole plan.
Um, then he met someone.
So, you know,
fuck it, right?
I mean,
I'm here to make it
and fucking do
what I know I can do.
You know,
here I am, you know,
and he's not--
he's not coming.
How old are you?
I'm 20.
I burned this
for you this morning.
For me? What is it?
It's me. I thought
maybe, um--
maybe you could
give it to Zack Lee,
like maybe he'd play it or listen to it or something.
Okay.
I really, really want
to like it here, Dunn.
I really do.
I want to fucking show
everybody, you know,
but sometimes--
guess sometimes this place can be really fucky,
you know?
I mean, sometimes.
Yeah, I know.
But remember,
only sometimes.
Most of the time,
it's a solid B.
Okay.
♪ Baby, how do I explain?
♪ Inside of me
♪ Cold air
Door was open.
We gotta talk.
Looks like you made
some pretty heavy friends.
We told you to stay out of it, hotshot.
I heard Tammy Swick over at Industry Records gave you a buzz.
Mm-hmm. Looks like someone's
got jizz on their chin.
Carlisle's pissing blood,
you know.
This account is really important to us, Murph,
to the company.
It's big.
So if you want to stay in business for yourself,
if that's what
you really want,
then you better
turn the case down.
And if I already took it?
This fucking
fuck-ass.
Then you better turn your case information over to us.
That's everything you find
as soon as you find it.
Whatever happens,
Carlisle Investigations
takes full credit for finding that record.
Got it?
Blow.That's the way
it's gonna be.
Come on, Murphy, please.Both of you, coast!
These are some really nasty photographs, buddy.
Shocking, really.
Son of a bitch.
A man's satchel
is a sacred place.
I'd hate to see these photographs fall into the wrong hands.
I don't think Al would appreciate that very much,
do you?
Who knew you were such
an ace photographer?
Just hand 'em over.
Can't do it, buddy.
You're gonna play ball
with us on this one, Murph.
That's all
there is to it.
We played nice before,
but now...
Things might get
a bit rough.
We'll be in touch.
I heard you
got a cellphone.
Welcome
to the 21st century.
So who are
the photos of?
My wife. My ex-wife.
When were you divorced?
Six months ago,
right after Shakey died.
What's her name?
Al,
A-Althea,
Al Jackson.
Want to talk about it?
No, nope, not really.
Nah.
Shakey fucked her.
Or she fucked Shakey.
Anyway, they fucked
each other,
and it fucked me.
I followed 'em
one night,
some motel in Van Nuys.
I got photographs.
I should have known.
It was going on
for months.
We stopped having sex
except for a token pity hump on our anniversary.
Some dick
I turned out to be.
It's not here.
Sorry I wasted your time,
but I had to double-check.
You want a drink?
Sure.
♪ Of all the promises
♪ I've had to break...
He doesn't even have
a gravestone, you know.
It's just grass.
I should hate him.
I should,
but I just can't.
♪ 'Cause how
was I to know... ♪
Tell me something.
What was Shakey like?
What do you mean?
You know, with women.
What was so special
about him?
He was like catnip.
He was...
focused, attentive,
made me feel like
the only woman in the world.
Bastard-ass bitch.
What about, um--
What was he
like, you know...
What, in bed?
Just terrible.
You know, Ms. Lockwood,
I don't know--
Murphy, please,
please, please,
call me Dawn.
♪ All of my days...
Son of a--I'm Sorry.
Answer it.
Murphy Dunn.
Murphy. Hey, it's Ziggy.
Ziggy?
All right.
Hey, could you possibly come over again sometime?
What is it?
I was doing
some thinking,
uh, and, you know,
I just wanted to talk about some things,
you know,
share some things, talk, just talk.
O-Okay,
I'll come by tomorrow.
I can do it tonight
if that's cool with you.
You know, I could possibly
light up the grill
and throw a couple burgers on maybe if you like.
Do you like corn?
What is it, Ziggy?
No, hey!
Tomorrow's cool.
There are
just some things I--
I want to tell you.
Okay.
I'll be by tomorrow.
What time? Around morning time.
Cool. Cool. Awesome.
Cool. Nice.
Great. Thanks.
Listen, Murphy, could
you maybe pick me up
some stuff
from Rite Aid?
Some toilet paper,
a thing of moisturizer
and some Combos maybe?
I'll call you
in the morning.
Cool. See you
tomorrow morning.
Everything okay?
Ziggy.
That guy
makes me nervous.
Well, relax.
Yeah, right.
I haven't felt relaxed in a long time.
Well, what makes you
feel comfortable?
Where do you feel peaceful?
Being in Mitchell.
Mitchell?
That's my car.
Okay.
So lean back,
close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Okay, so...
see yourself
in Mitchell,
and you're driving.
See it. Feel it,
the steering wheel,
the street.
What street do you
like to drive on?
Ventura Boulevard,
dusk, heading east.
West at dusk is--
is for sucks.
Perfect.
You're just
driving Mitchell.
Just drive slowly,
slowly drown out
all the sounds that you can.
Just feel the wheel
and drive.
No traffic.
No stoplights.
No rearview mirror.
Just drive.
♪ I forget
the only feeling ♪
♪ Don't even recognize
what I've been needing... ♪
You know, you never
told me what happened to him.
Who shot him?
He shot himself.
What?
Why?
I'll never know.
It's probably 'cause
he knocked up Al.
Al's pregnant?
Ready to pop.
But, Murphy,
Stanley couldn't--
What is that?
Just a text message.
Is that bad?
Here. I'll show you.
It's Al.
Uh, yeah, no,
she's working for me.
Oh, my God.
Morning, sunshine.
Windows open like this?
Yep, both of 'em.
I already checked inside.
There's nothing,
no prints, nothing.
It's clean.
Have you been home?
You wore those yesterday.
Where'd you get those keys?
Dawn Lockwood.
When'd you see her?
Last night...
and this morning.
Told you I already
looked inside.
I checked those names,
that seventies band,
The Culture Monks.
Only one of 'em
is still alive,
the guitarist,
Gregg Lynn,
but all I could get on him was a P.O. box in Lancaster.
That's not gonna cut it,
Al. We need an address.
That's all
there is, babe.
Whoever this cat is,
he doesn't want
any visitors.
What about the lyrics?
Nonsense.
Typical hippie bullshit.
Gotta love to live,
live to love,
love supreme, sending the message,
that kind of stuff.
♪ I'm ready to jump
♪ I'm never gonna end
♪ I need you,
I can't wait you to know ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh
♪ So in love...
One thing's
for sure.
Mike Lockwood wasn't the last person to drive this thing.
How do you know?
He wouldn't be caught dead listening to this shit.
Somebody changed
the station.
♪ K-SOFT 105
♪ Where light rock
stays alive ♪
You all right?
Al, you gotta eat.
I do.
That shit's
not enough for two.
Hey, I eat, okay?
So, you sleep
with her or what?
Murphy Dunn.
Is that you?
Is that you banging?
What are you
talking about?
Someone's banging,
trying to get in.
What do you mean,
banging?
Someone's banging on the front door,
trying to get in!
Ziggy, are you tripping
on mushrooms again?
They're here.
They're in the house.
Then call the cops!
The Burbank cops?
Are you kidding me?
They're all fascists, man.
They scare the shit out of me!
Ziggy, look, just get out of there.
Get out of the house.
I can't do that.
I--I can't do that.
Murphy, what are you--
I can't. Murphy, please.
I need you here.
Please come over,
Murphy. Please.
All right, all right,
all right.
I'll be there
in a minute.
Stay on the phone.
I gotta go, babe.What's going on?
Eat something!
And get me that address!
There ain't no address.
Ziggy. Hello? Ziggy!
Ziggy? Ziggy? Hello?
I should have
gone with him.
Ziggy!
Murphy, are you there? Ziggy! Get--
Just you gotta get out of the house!
Go to the neighbors!
No, no, I can't do that.
They got that...
little bitch fracking dog
and that kid!
What?
Murphy, I'm sorry, man.
I should have told you
everything before.
Told me what?
Me and Mike,
we were gonna try and--
Oh, it was so stupid.
Try what, Ziggy?
Try and--
and blackmail him
for the--with the record.
Blackmail?
Who for what?
For money.For money?
No, that's extortion,
Ziggy.
Blackmail's
something different.
Extortion? Really?
Extort money from who?
That--That guitar guy.
Zack Lee.
Just--Just relax.
I'm almost there, okay?
What are you do--
What is that?
What's going on?
If I hadn't been so goddamn
scared to get into a car,
I could've gone with him.
I should've gone with him.
I would have.
I would have helped him.
I'd--I'd know where he is.
I'd be able to help him now.
Murphy, please,
you gotta help me!
Relax, Ziggy, okay? Please, please!
I'm on my way.
I'm almost there.
You gotta help me get out of this goddamn house!
Last Sunday,
Mike went
to see Gregg.
Gregg who?
No!
Hey, Ziggy! Hey!
Ziggy?
Ziggy?
One shit sandwich.
Thanks.
What are you doing?
You really think
this is gonna work?
Of course
it's gonna work.
What if he only checks
his mail once a week?
Well, then it's gonna
be a really long week.
♪ Yeah
You never asked me why.
Hmm?
All this time,
you've never asked me why.
Why what?
Why I fucked him.
Because you're
a fuck machine.
♪ Ricochet
That's what
fuck machines do.
I'm no dummy here.
I married
a fuck machine,
and if you marry
a fuck machine,
you gotta be ready
to get fucked.
There he is.
Heh. I can't believe
that worked.
I've never stopped
loving you, Murphy...
and I never will.
It was a terrible mistake.
I am so sorry.
Whose kid is that?
Our anniversary.
Wait here.
I'm coming with you.
Al, no. I don't
want him to know
that there's
two of us--
or three of us,
whatever the hell.
If I need you,
I'll call.
Stay in the car.
Ju--
Stay in the car.
Stay in the car.
Y-You'll call?
I'll call.
Stay in the car.
Gregg Lynn?
Who are you?
I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm Murphy Dunn,
private investigator
from Los Angeles.
Los Angeles? Fuck you.
I just need to ask you
a few questions.
Should only take a minute.
Have a seat.
♪ K-SOFT 105
♪ Where light rock
stays alive ♪
Uh...
what can you tell me
about Mike Lockwood?
Never heard of him.
Oh, he's been missing
a week ago Sunday.
What's that
got to do with me?
How 'bout Ziggy Schultz?
Who in the world would ever name their kid Ziggy?
Uh, no, I never heard
of either one.
Something to drink?
Uh, sure.
Blue, red or green?
Whatever you're having.
We'll go green.
How come you're wearing
a jacket, man?
It's July.
I don't know.
How'd you get
my name, anyway?
You were in a band once,
The Culture Monks.
Shit.
How'd you know that?
Uh, this is mouthwash, no?
Yeah. It's all I got.
Why?
Not good enough for you,
Hollywood?
Gregg...
I already know that Mike Lockwood came to see you.
And since I know that,
I'm just asking myself
why would he--
meaning you--
lie to me about it?
Have you ever created
anything, Murphy?
What do you mean?
I mean have you ever
created anything,
anything at all?
Well, when you
do create something,
it's a part of you,
a part that you don't ever want to be away from.
It's like your identity,
and if it
gets taken away,
it can fill a person
with a certain rage.
"Magic Mojo Voodoo Jinx."
"Voodoo Jinx."
Have you even
heard it?
Yes, I have,
and I don't understand.
Oh, then you never
heard it.
'Cause it's
pretty obvious,
even for someone
from Los Angeles.
I don't follow.
What does every record
have, Murphy?
Grooves.
Heh.
Two sides,
an A side...
and B side.
This is the B side.
Shit.
My favorite pastime is
searching through the aisles
of, you know,
the vinyl record store
and find a little gem
nobody's heard before.
And then you get to have
that relationship
and that connection
with one song.
It's like your little baby.
There's been a lot
of great music
that's gone
completely missed.
Zack Lee,
he ripped off
the lick.
That's what
this is all about,
a ripped-off guitar lick?
The lick?
The bridge, the solo,
everything, man,
the whole tune!
That's what
this is about?
No! No!
It's about integrity!
It's about honesty!
It's about the--
It's about the whole
fucking thing, man!
Listen!
He's--This motherfucker
stole everything
from me!
I can't get gas without hearing my music.
My music's shilling
everything but ass soap!
But it's copyrighted,
Gregg.
Why didn't you fight it?
Because I
didn't have proof!
I didn't have
a copy of it.
I didn't have a copy
of my own record!
But I do now.
On a lighter note...
another cocktail,
Murphy?
No, thanks.
Well, I think I might.
♪ K-SOFT 105
♪ Where light rock
stays alive ♪
You can change the station if you want.
That's just on
to calm my nerves.
I've, uh,
somewhat lost my taste
for rock 'n' roll.
What about Mike Lockwood?
He, uh, found a copy
of it, my record.
And I don't know where.
You know,
it was somewhere.
I guess he was
just being generous.
Nicest guy. He's--
heh heh--came by
to give it to me.
Uh, to give it
back to me.
So you did see him?
Yeah.
Why didn't you
say that before?
He, uh--
He wouldn't
give it to me.
I told him it's mine,
you know.
I created it.
I wrote it.
I recorded it.
But he didn't care,
you know.
He had some scheme
to get rich
blackmailing that seven-sided son of a bitch, Lee.
Actually,
it's extortion, Gregg.
Blackmail's something
a bit different.
Was just another cocky motherfucker trying to sucker me.
And I'm done,
all right?
Gregg Lynn is done
being fucked in the ass!
Think about it!
I didn't have a copy
of my own recording,
man, my baby,
and here comes this asshole hustler telling me it's his,
trying to pull rank,
telling me
he's not gonna give me
what's mine?
First Lee,
and then this two-bit prick Lockwood!
Fucking Los Angeles,
man.
It's total bullshit!
Just relax.What?
Relax.
What about
Ziggy Schultz?
Look, I am nobody's bitch anymore,
all right?
All right,
how do you get this shit off vibrate?
I could show you.
That's Mike's phone,
you know.
Where are they, Gregg?
Trust me, Dunn.
They're
in a better place.
What's that behind
your back there, Gregg?
What? This?
You said you'd call.I'm sorry.
What are we gonna do
with him?
What do you think
he weighs?
Gimme.
You can't just put it
up to your ear.
What? Why? You need a Bluetooth.
Blue? Bluetooth? Here. Here.
Uh, hello?
Hey, Dunn,
you know, you--
you're never, ever
gonna believe this.
Jo? Jo, you all right?
Dude, guess who I'm
hanging out with. Guess.
W-Where are you? Guess.
Please, just tell me
you're at home.
Try the Pink Motel.
It's really pink, too,
and Zack says th-that they
shoot movies here.
Hey.
Um, Jo? Uh, Jo?
Murphy Dunn?
Who is this?
Who do you think?
Listen, you touch her,
I'll kill you.
Understand me?
I already touched her, dick.
Oh, and F.Y.I.,
she's one hit away from a fatal O.D.
How soon can you get here?
Where's "here"?
Pink Motel,
Sun Valley,
room 20.
Sun Valley?
Give me 20 minutes.
I'll give you 19.
I'm gonna kill you,
you motherfucker!
Stop the car,
Murphy!
I hate trunks, man.
This is bullshit!
Ah, Moof.
Yeah, what? Come on! Come on!
You're wet. Uh...
no, okay. It's okay.
That's fine, all right?
It's all right.
Uh, how much time
we got?
I'm claustrophonic,
man.
I'm claustrophonic!
♪ Make my day
Two rooms.
♪ Make my day
Okay, baby,
Just relax.
I'll get us
some help.
Okay,
I'll be right back.
Hurry.
♪ Won't forget my name
♪ Won't forget my name
♪ He said I'm bad
like Jesse James ♪
♪ But y'all still don't know
what I'm talking 'bout ♪
Hoo.
♪ I played
all around the world ♪
♪ Trouble at my feet, so I
can tell you 'bout it... ♪
Where is she?
Frisk him, bitch.
♪ Give it to you, honey
♪ Hey
Where's the record, dude?
Let me see
the girl first.
Old school.
Next door.
♪ Ah, yeah
♪ I'll skip round in Hello?
♪ Ah, yeah
Hi.
Hey.
So you're Dunn?
You're the guy?
I'm the guy.
He's the man.
Dunn, Zack came
into the diner,
and he had me listen
to his new album.
It was fucking kick-ass!
Man, I'm so glad
you're here.
What'd you give her? Pure shit.
She really should go
to a hospital.
Look, don't fuck with me,
you cockless shit.
Hey! You know what I want.
Where is it?
This has been
the best day.
You're right
about L.A., Dunn.
It can be
really, really fun.
Hello.Moof, where are you?
I need you.
It's happening. It's time.
I'll be there
in just a minute.What is it?
Two blokes just rolled up wearing sport coats.
Who are they? I don't know,
but they look suspect.
Moof, you gotta hurry! Give me just a minute.
You want we
should take action?
Just hold tight.Just hold tight.
Who'd you bring? What are you talking about?
Two guys wearing
sports coats?
They're not with me.
They're private investigators
hired
by Industry Records.
They want what you want,
that fucking "Fuzz Track."
No, no, no. Get rid of 'em.This has been
the best fucking day.
She's coming with me.Negatory, dick.
She ain't going nowhere.
Get rid of 'em.
Okay.
Dunn, we're really gonna have to work on your listening skills.
We know you got it.
Don't try anything stupid.
Just hand it over.
Where are
the pictures?
What? That was the deal.
Give me my photos,
the record's yours.
Schock,
go get the man
his photos.
Who's the girl?
None of your business.
Hey, man.
What's happening?
Who's in the bathroom?
You don't want to know.
All right, enough.
Enough!
Now, who's working
for who?
You two together? Is he with you?
I'm with me, okay?
And Industry is not
going home with that record.
What are you trying
to pull, Dunn?
No, Zack, he's--
Dunn's the man.
He's cool.
Zip it, bitch!
Give me the record,
or I blow her
fucking heart out.
It's in the trunk
of my car.
Get it yourself.
Which car? The Mercury Comet.
I should've guessed.
You all right, kid?
All right, all right.
Here we are.
What's up, rockers?
Rotate.
Whatever's
in this trunk is mine.
Son of a bitch!
Who the hell
are you?
Ohh!
You're a dead man, Lee!
Who the hell's
that now?
A fan.
This is for the lick!
This is for the bridge!
And this is for the solo,
you little
cocksucking bitch!
You stole
my fucking life!
They try anything,
you cap their knees.
And don't go getting pussy on me now, bitch.
You got it?
Why you let him talk
to you like that?
What?
Like he's your boss,
you're his bitch.
Hey, he ain't the boss
of me, all right?
All right.All right?
All right.
Such a crazy day.
Yeah, who's the rock star now, fuck-hole, huh?
Who is it now?
Who is it now?
You want to fight,
dude?
I know how to fight.
Let's do this.
Listen to me.
My wife is in labor.
What do I look like,
a douche?
She ain't your wife,
ain't even pregnant.
No. Room six.
Please, I'm serious.
Look,
I ain't stupid, mate.
Hey, watch it now.
Hey. Hey.
Please.
Look here.
I ain't a bad person.
You know what I mean?
No, no.
Please?
Please?
All right, yeah.
All right, come on.
Let's go. Come on.
Yo, War!
What the hell you doing, dude?
What did I say?
Hey, you ain't the boss
of me, all right, bitch?
What's up?
Who you calling bitch, bro?
You ain't the boss
of me, all right?
Stop saying that!
Give me that thing!
What's with the hate bone all of the sudden?
What? You want me
to beat your ass
in front
of your new friends?
I've got feelings, too,
you know, bitch.
Where have you been? Close the door.
Who's she?
Who are you?
War Machine, mum.
War Machine?
Actually, it's William.
What now?
Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.Who's that?
Some lady, man.
It's Dawn, Murphy.
You slept with her?
That hardly matters right now, babe. Breathe.
Son of a bitch! Oh, my God.
Can you help her?
She's...
Let's get her
to the hospital.
Hey! I don't do hospitals.
She's independent like that.All right.
When was your
last contraction?
Two minutes. Not long.
Uh, Water.
Need some water
and a lot of
warm towels, okay?
Voom.
Okay, uh,
baby, focus.
On a scale
of 1 to 10,
how intense was your last contraction?
Eight.
Oh, perfect.
You slept with her?
That hardly matters
right now, babe.
Have you
done this before?
Uh, well,
I've had one before.
Take off my shoes.All right,
come on down, baby.
We're gonna
do this together.
You can do this.
Can you help me
get her pants off?
Right.That's right.
Come on down, baby.
We're gonna do this together.
Help me.
What do you want
from me, man?
Payback.
Name it.
Name your price.
Okay, we're gonna get
into a rhythm now
Okay, deep breaths.
Good.
Just feel the rhythm.
Feel the groove.
You feel it?
Yeah.
Good, good.
Can you feel it?
Uh-huh.
Yeah.
In, out.
Just let your body do
what your body has to do.
Where the hell
did they go?
I can't stay here.
I gotta go.
What?
What?
If they find me here,
they find you.
No, wait! You can't
leave me, Murphy!
Murphy, get back here!
You can't go!
Do you guys need any help?
Where's the record,
Dunn?
This is it, man.
No more bullshit.
Zack and I reached an agreement of a financial nature.
What?
Just tell us
where it is, man!
Quit circle jerking with us!
You're not
gonna shoot me!
Quit bluffing!
How the fuck
do you know?
Well, some people just don't know when to give in!
Where the fuck
is it, Dunn?
You're not gonna be
the end of me,
Dunn! Not you!
This is
my fucking career!
This is
my fucking life, man!
Now quit being a jerk!
Chin on your chest, okay?
Chin on your chest.
And 1, 2, 3. Push!
Like you're taking
the biggest shit
you've ever
taken in your life!
All right, big shit!
You think
you're something?
You're just a dick
from the Valley!
I've been to London, man!
Yes, I see the head!
Oh, I see it, too!
Get it out!
I want to push!
Push, bitch! Don't push!
Slowly,
slowly turn off
all the sounds
that you can.
1, 2, 3.
♪ Was the bee,
is the sting ♪
♪ 'Cause how
was I to know ♪
♪ That I would fall?
♪ And the sweetest...
♪ Suddenly have
no meaning now ♪
♪ As it grows
You don't think
I'll do it?
You don't think
I'll fucking do it?
He'll fucking
do it!
I've been
to Shanghai, man!
I will put a bullet
between your ass!
What are you,
stupid?
Don't think
I fucking won't!
Are you
just stupid?
What is the matter with you?
What are
you doing, man?
1, 2, 3, big one!
Aah!
♪ Looking back
♪ Over my days
Oh, shit!
Yes,
we've got a baby!
God help him. Shit.
So what do I do now?
Something hit me
in the eye!
Oh, man!
God damn it!
This shit
smarts bad, man!
Help me, man!
Something got me
in the eye, man!
Towels.
Give me some towels!
Towels!
Oh! Oh, beautiful!
You did it!
Jesus fucking--
God!
We gotta get you
to a hospital.
Zeigfeld Stanley Dunn
was born at the Pink Motel
on the third of July,
7 pounds, 4 ounces,
21 inches long.
The most beautiful brown
son-of-a-bitch eyes I ever saw.
Looking for something,
buddy?
What's it gonna be,
Dunn?
Carlisle's got a lot
riding on this, Murph.
Let's just make
a smart play.
That's it?
How do we know
that's the one?
Trust.
It's not the one.
Buddy.
God.
Freaking...
♪ Leave all these things
♪ Let's steal away
♪ We'll find tomorrow
♪ They'll see us another day
♪ So leave all these things
♪ And we'll steal away
Get in!
What?
Mr. Swick want
a word with you.
Who?
Can you take me
to Saint Joe's Hospital?
Yes, anywhere
you want to go.
Something
to drink, Mr. Dunn?
My name's Swick,
Victor Swick.
Have you ever
heard of BlueGram?
Hmm?
The BlueGram Company?
Mm-hmm. Liquor, right,
among other stuff?
Well, that's
a bit of it, sure.
No, BlueGram owns
controlling interest
in 47 corporations
worldwide,
one of which
is Industry Records.
Bottom line, you got
something I want, Dunn.
Zack Lee,
the, uh--that song.
Mm. "Fuzz Track"?
Well, that song
has been licensed
to more than 75 corporations worldwide
for purposes of advertising and publicity
for over a year now.
If it were proven that that music wasn't original,
well, now that's
just the kind
of accounting headache
I'm trying to prevent.
And as CEO,
I am responsible
to hardworking stockholders who pay me very well
to keep this kind of shit on their shoes from happening.
What's in it for me?
Exactly.
What do you want?
One, I was promised a bonus of $50,000 if I showed results.
Since I have,
I'd like my money.
Not a problem, Dunn.
There's a case
by your feet.
Whew. All done.
12 hours later,
they found the bodies
of Mike Lockwood
and Ziggy Schultz
buried not 50 yards
from Gregg Lynn's trailer.
Excuse me.
Jo caught a red-eye
back to Ohio,
decided L.A.
just wasn't her scene.
She said that all her heroes
turned out to be dicks.
You all set?
What it is.
You're new here.
Yeah.
You a musician?
No, actress.
Uh, a Monte Cristo.
♪ A little sun,
a little rain ♪
♪ A quiet place
to be staying ♪
♪ Got your wealth
when you've got your health ♪
♪ Shoes without socks
♪ Pants full of patches
♪ The jacket you wear
never matches ♪
♪ Got your wealth
when you've got your health ♪
♪ The air is free for you
♪ Just open up your door
♪ The sun will always shine
♪ For either rich or poor
♪ Live and be happy
♪ A little joy,
a little laughter ♪
♪ A drink or two
now and after ♪
♪ Got your wealth
when you've got your health ♪
♪ Got your wealth
when you've got your health ♪
♪ Hey
♪ Ooh
♪ Unh
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah!
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Whoo
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, unh
♪ This goes like you
♪ Ooh
♪ Yeah
♪ This goes like you
♪ Hey, hey, hey
♪ Unh
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah, boom!
♪ Yeah
♪ Ricochet