- (knocking)
- Man: Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Is there anybody inside?
- (knocking)
- (whispering) Come on, please.
Come on.
Is there anybody in there?
- (dog squealing)
- 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.
(car horn blares)
What's happening?
Woman:
Hey, come on now!
(sobbing)
Woman: 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 with me.
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. It'll be different."
Now we'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, I won't be able to...
- Okay, how about, "John, it's Dawn.
I'm in Hollywood.
Come get me, cocksucker"?
All right, can you just tell him
to come get me, I'm in Hollywood?
(213) 555-7132.
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...
- Do you have any beer?
- Dawn, you are in grave danger.
- (car approaching)
- Are you going to see this guy again?
- That sounds like his car.
- Did he call?
- Dawn...
Sally, thank you
so much for your help and stuff.
Look, you have my number.
Call me...
Hi, everybody.
Dawn, I was so worried about you.
I'm sure you're fucking worried.
What the fuck? You just left me there!
Again! Again, John! Jesus Christ,
what the fuck is wrong with you?
Are you going to be
all right, Dawn?
What the fuck is that?
Leaving me there again?
Sorry, domestic squabble.
Could we have a minute?
You hold on for a second, mister,
you are not off the hook yet, okay?
- Yes, I am.
- No, you're not.
- Seriously, I was fucking scared.
- Yeah, let's have a chat, okay?
How's that? Is that okay?
Holy shit! What is that?
That's the big one, baby.
Didn't I tell you?
- What is it?
- Didn't I say?
Whatever it takes
to get you out of here.
That I was going to do whatever
it takes to get you...
back?
- That's just a lot of cocaine.
- For the weather.
There's a cold front
coming in from the east,
carrying with it anticipation,
and heavy skies.
- Oh, baby, I can't do...
- So strap your skis
to the roof of your car,
'cause it looks like snow.
Mountains and mountains of snow.
Oh, wait.
Oh, shit! Fuck, that's
pretty fucking good.
It's only going to 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.
- No, please?
All right.
Friends say it's fine,
friends say it's good
Everybody says
it's just like rock and roll
I move like a cat,
charge like a ram
Sting like a bee,
babe, I want to be your man
Well, it's plain to see
you were meant for me
Yeah, I'm your boy,
your 20th-century toy...
Oh, get out of my house!
You fornicating,
evil little...!
Friends say it's fine,
friends say it's good
Everybody says...
Tarot cards!
Devil worshiper!
Johnny was a schoolboy
When he heard
his first Beatles song
"Love Me Do," I think it was
And from there
it didn't take him long
Got himself a guitar,
used to play every night
Now he's in a rock 'n' roll outfit
and everything's all right
Don't you know...
Yeah, yeah
Don't you know that you
are a shooting star?
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Don't you know that you
are a shooting star?
And all the world will love you
just as long
As long
as you are
Johnny made a record,
went straight up to number one
Suddenly everyone loved
To hear him sing his song
Watchin' the world go by
Suprisin' it goes so fast
Johnny looked around
him and said
"Well, I made the big time
at last"
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Don't you know
That you are a shooting star?
Don't you know?
Oh, yeah
Don't you know
That you are
a shooting star?
Yeah, and all the world will
love you just as long
As long as you are
(playing on car radio)
A shooting star...
- (music stops)
- Shit. Billy's already here.
- Baby, I'll be back in five minutes.
- But, baby...
Don't, please don't.
- 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, it has the...
Yeah, don't tell me, just think
about it. I'll be back in one minute.
But, baby?
- I gotta pee.
- Okay.
Here.
That sucks.
- (Velcro opens)
- (urinating)
- Man: Just calm the fuck down, man!
- Shit.
- (dog whimpers)
- Come here, come here.
What? Baby? What?
Oh, baby, I'm sorry.
I just didn't want you
to have to do all that stuff.
It's okay,
I'll work and I'll just...
I told you I was gonna
get you out of here.
- That's okay, I'll work.
- You don't have to work, though,
- spending all this cash.
- Oh, baby!
- You ready?
- Yep.
- You ready to hit the 10 East?
- Yeah.
Shall we?
Where do you want to go?
Anywhere. Everywhere.
Baby!
Let the good times roll...
- Where are we going?
- I've been meaning 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?
I can't look at you.
- Stop!
- I can't.
- Don't!
- I can't drive! I can't concentrate.
- John, don't!
- Keep your eyes on the road!
(shrieks)
John!
- I love you.
- I love you.
Where are we going, really?
- I got to make one stop first, okay?
- No.
- Just one. Yeah, then we'll go.
- No!
We got to turn what's in that
briefcase into cash, baby.
Let the good times roll.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
John...
don't go.
Please?
Please stay with me.
Oh, baby,
we just hit double zeros, we gotta
cash out before we leave the table.
Hmm?
I love you.
That's for you, okay?
Baby, lock the door.
Come here, come here.
In every dream home,
a heartache
And every step I take
Oh, those heartaches
Dream home heartaches
Oh, those heartaches
Dream home heartaches
Oh, those heartaches
Dream home heartaches...
(gasps)
Oh, golly...
- Baby.
- Shit.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
(can opens)
I'm okay. I'm sorry.
- What?
- I'm sorry. I'm okay.
You okay?
Where have you been?
Baby, what happened?
Baby?
What is that?
An accident.
- Are you okay?
- Accident.
There was a car pile up.
- Are you okay?
- There was a car pile up 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.
TV reporter: 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...
- We've spoken with several neighbors,
neighbors who say that while they didn't
know 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 this mass murder.
Los Angeles Police
Robbery 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.
(phone beeping)
Nash, fuck these
motherfuckers! It's...
Shut the fuck up or I'll blow
your black ass straight back to Africa!
Man: Hello.
The news said four people were killed,
one survived... do you know who?
- David, David, is that you?
- Who the fuck survived?!
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?
Goddamn it, keep your mouth shut
about that or I'll kill you myself.
Listen to me, you got to go
to the cops on this one.
- I'm coming over.
- No, listen, I'll take care of it.
Are you fucking nuts?
I 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'd you do?
- Man: Fuck you, motherfucker!
- No witnesses.
David, no!
Are you fucking insane?
(police sirens blaring)
(phone rings)
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 a plane from Palestine
in 1953 with nothing...
he's got four shekels
and a bag of dirt.
By 1954, he's got a little hot dog cart
on Hollywood Boulevard,
right outside
the Seven Seas Restaurant.
By 1960, he owns the place.
Now, he parlays the money he gets from
the Seven Seas into two more places,
and they take the fuck off.
By 1969, he's got like
- 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 'em.
- 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.
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 here in LA
that was really starting to cook.
Drugs?
Now he and Billy Deverell
were partners?
Yep, ran it right out of the house.
Billy...
Billy was a good old boy.
Solid, dependable.
He wanted to get out of the life,
but the life was just too good.
See, they were getting
large quantities of shit dirt cheap,
stepping on it five, six times
and then dumping it all over town.
- Heads up, dickheads.
- Business was so good
that they needed an extra hand,
which is when Barbara and I showed up.
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, we'd 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.
Goddamn, if it didn't
feel good to be home.
Except it's gonna feel good
just to get back home
How it's gonna feel good
just to get back home...
Davey! Yes, brother!
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.
There was Billy, 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.
Ron was in the back. That's when
I first saw the antique guns.
Hey, my man!
Yeah, buddy,
there you are, 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, this is the best party
I've ever been to.
It's only the beginning, baby.
LA in the summer...
anything can happen, right?
How you doin', man?
You see my new toys? Check these out.
- These for real?
- Yeah, I got two more in the bed.
'Cause, like, these are worth
a lot of money, Ronnie.
That's why I can't find
a fence, brother.
- What about Slim Jim?
- He said they're too high profile.
Hey! Come on.
Where're we sleeping?
You see the couch when you walked in?
That's where you're sleeping.
I just wanted to get alone
with Barbara, spend some quiet time.
Goddamn, she was
happy to be there.
She had never been
south of Bakersfield.
And here she was in LA,
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 Ron.
...rich...
- Ronnie...
- Hey.
John Holmes, this is my business
partner, David Lind.
Hey, what's up?
Now the deal with the Arabs...
John, this is
my business partner, Dave.
Oh, cool, hey.
So I was just telling Ronnie
about this business proposition
about this Arab,
who's a really wealthy business man
and he calls me brother
and he literally has mountains of cash
- and drugs.
- Cruz: Wait a minute, John Holmes?
- The John Holmes?
- Yep.
- Johnny Wadd partied at Wonderland?
- All the time.
The guy is a fucking cokehead.
He's up to his neck in the shit.
Wait, 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
going to make a big thing out of it.
He blew me off, too.
Ron, I'm not fucking lying, man.
- Just hear me out on it.
- Are you John Holmes?
- No.
- Come on, John, don't lie to her.
- What's your name, baby?
- Janet.
You wanna see it?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
- Show her, John.
- Ron, stop.
Show her. Or I'll fucking
shoot it, man.
- Look, man, that could be loaded.
- (gunshot)
I'll fucking shoot it, man.
(unzips)
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 in 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.
Guy's 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
till 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?
The only thing I want right now
is some dope, man.
- The Arab's got some China White.
- LA was dry, no one was holding,
but Ronnie was looking
for a long shot, he was dope sick.
So the Arab was Eddie Nash?
But I didn't realize that
till later... 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? It's a 10-minute drive.
I'm going to 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!
Where would I go with a lame-ass story
like that? Ron, Ron, Ron!
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.
So 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. Davey, it's...
Holy shit.
Look who just walked in.
- Hey, John...
- Ron, I got something big for you.
I'm gonna whack
this motherfucker right now!
Look, I was at the Arab's
last Tuesday... ahh!
- 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 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, you had to have 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 of the next month's shit
coming in at the same time.
- That's two month's worth.
- I don't buy it.
- It's a goldmine.
- You got a plan?
What, we're just supposed to bust
in there like "The Guns of Navarone"?
I can draw you a map.
- 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 time you been
in that house, John? 20? 30?
I've been going there for two,
three years. 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 going
to work things out, Dave.
On a beach, man.
Maui.
Like I said, he made his decision.
I figured if he was going to 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.
Come here.
You look so good.
I'll get the other...
- Hey.
- Ronnie, what is this?
Goddamn it.
You told me it was gonna be different.
You fucking told me that!
Calm down.
I don't want to start like this again.
- You fucking told me you were clean.
- I am clean, all right?
- Cleaner.
- You looked me right in the eye
- and you promised.
- 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 Arabs
to score some dope and to leave
the kitchen door unlocked.
Hey... John.
Kitchen door, man.
I'm a street-walkin' cheetah
with a heart full of napalm...
It's all right.
I'm a runaway son
of the nuclear A-bomb
I am the world's
forgotten boy
The one who searches
and destroys...
- Here.
- Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, detonate for me
Ohh!
Lookout, honey,
'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make
no apology...
It took him three trips
to get it done.
Finally, around 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 'n' 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...
- No, 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.
- Down on the carpet!
- Freeze, motherfucker!
Get down
or I'll fucking waste you!
Down!
- Fuck!
- Everybody hit the fucking carpet.
- (screams)
- You shot him?
Grazed him accidentally
when Ronnie bumped into me.
You grazed him?
Mmm, it was a flesh wound.
What the fuck are you doing,
Ronnie?
- What the fuck, man?
- Look at the fucking table!
(all shouting)
Who the fuck cares?!
Who the fuck cares?!
- Give me your fucking hand.
- Come on.
Just get up and get to the safe.
- Let's go, Ronnie.
- Gimme your other fucking hand.
I don't want to die.
Please don't kill me.
We left Billy downstairs.
We went upstairs for the safe.
John had told us that there was
a safe underneath the bed.
Ronnie:
Where the fuck is it, huh?
- Eddie?
- What the fuck?
Nash: No need for violence,
I'll tell you whatever you want.
No violence if you tell me
the fucking truth.
- There's nothing in there.
- What the fuck is the combination?
There's nothing in there.
Nothing in that safe.
You open your fucking mouth
and you tell me the fucking
combination to the safe, motherfucker.
Tell me the combination.
Where in the fuck is the rest of it?
I will blow your fucking head off,
so help me God, if you don't tell me.
All the drugs are at the Starwood.
And 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, 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.
Woo-hoo!
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 big mouth
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? Even the safe?
- Oh, yeah.
Woo!
- Hey, baby.
- Hey, baby.
I knew it would work.
Yeah!
Deal with these.
We'll get to 'em later.
I got my guns back!
Steady cash.
It was a good score.
And nobody got hurt.
Nico:
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 going to take them
down to Slim's and 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.
John: Mailbox 8860.
The password's "palm tree."
There's your cut from the gems, buddy.
Now get the fuck out of here.
- You got to be fucking kidding.
- No, I'm not kidding you, John.
- Get the fuck out of here.
- Ron, I have editors...
You think I give a shit that you
have fucking editors?
(shouting)
- We're all fucking sick of you!
- I got a deadline. Hear me out.
- You got a deadline? What about us?
- I'm just saying that's not my cut.
John, I'm fucking sick of this shit!
Get the fuck out of here!
- Get the fuck out, man!
- I'm just saying...
- Where's your gun, David?
- No, that's cool, man.
That's fucking great.
Fuck, man. I'm so fucking sick
of that fucking guy.
Are you going to fucking fix that?
We got enough fucking
money to fix it. We'll fix it.
I left the next day... I had to go
to Sacto overnight for this thing...
and I left Barbara there.
When I saw the news
on the television...
- it had to be Holmes.
- Why?
(phone rings)
Hello?
Yo, Joey. Joey, look, man,
it's not a good time right now.
- Let me talk to him.
- Hold on, talk to Billy, all right?
Hey, man, what's up?
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?
No, it's cool, it's cool,
it's cool, it's cool.
And with the security gate,
there's no way anybody
could've 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.
- You guys are out of your minds.
- Let's bring in Nash, Captain.
He killed them plain as day.
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?
Nah, 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.
You want to nail Eddie Nash.
Fucking crazy.
(woman screaming)
Could I have a cigarette?
Thank you.
It's all over the news
that four people are dead.
John.
Well...
um...
four?
- How long have I been out?
- For like a day.
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 trunk on my nose.
LAPD, freeze! In the air, in the air!
Hands in the air!
Nico:
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.
John: Let me see.
More fucking blue.
Baby...
Say your name.
"My name's Gabrielle."
- Say it.
- My name is Gabrielle.
- Say it.
- My name... hi, my name...
What the fuck are you
talking about?
God, John, Jesus Christ!
Shut up!
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,
just look in the mirror.
- What's your name?
- My name is Gabrielle.
Take a deep breath.
It's just a thing.
I've been with 1,000 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 in and say hi.
- Just like 10 minutes.
- Man, fuckin' A.
It's just we owe him
so much money, baby.
You look beautiful.
No, it's okay.
Nico:
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.
Fuck it.
Dawn.
Dawn.
I was wrong. I was wrong.
I was wrong. I'm sorry.
Move closer.
Oh, no, no, no.
No.
It's 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 Luis Cruz. He's
going to give you a ride home, okay?
I'll just keep scrubbing
to get it all off.
You know I'm sorry, right?
All right.
You ready?
Do you have any place to go?
Cruz: Excuse me, miss?
Do you want me to go with you?
- Dawn: No, that's cool.
- You sure?
- Yeah, thanks.
- (footsteps)
I have no place else to go.
Okay. Come on.
Ms. Holmes, you sure you don't
need me to come inside?
No, we're good.
No, no. Thank you.
- (cartoons play on TV)
- Okay.
- I'm really not that hungry.
- You eat, sweetie.
Worst decision a person
can make
is to make a decision
on an empty stomach.
TV: 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 wi...
(TV turns off)
What are you doing
back with him, Dawn?
I haven't seen you
in almost a year,
and I figured
you 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 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.
At first I didn't even take
his phone calls.
He would tell
my mother every single night,
"Tell Dawn I love her,
tell her goodnight."
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
so that he knew he wasn't alone,
because he had me.
He's using you, Dawn.
When are you going to 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 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.
Cruz:
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?
(police radio chatter)
Detective.
- Would you give me some privacy?
- Okay, sure.
Hi.
Don't say anything,
the room's bugged.
We're going to go talk
for a minute, okay, baby?
(water running)
Okay, they've offered me a deal
and I think I'm going to take it.
They're going to put me in
the witness protection program if...
I tell them everything,
everything I told you.
Except I'm not saying
anything about anything unless
- all three of us can go.
- All three of us?
- And they agreed.
- Who's all three of us?
You me and Dawn,
we can go tomorrow.
No, I'm not going
anywhere tomorrow. No.
No, Sharon, that'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.
- No.
- Yes, Sha... this is the new start...
- No. I'm not going into it.
- Listen, this is the new start...
- No, you gotta listen!
Everything that we planned
could happen now.
I don't want a fresh start
with you, John.
- Wake up!
- Oh, listen...
No, you listen,
I am through supporting you.
You think I would just leave
and never see my family again?
- Sharon...
- It's gone too far this time.
If you don't help me with this,
I am dead.
You're already dead.
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. Don't you dare cry.
- Listen, if you don't help...
That's not going to work anymore.
You think I'd go anywhere
with you after this?
Sharon, I am not going
to survive this without you. Okay?
Really? You don't think
you'll survive?
You told me you were a survivor.
Remember that? Look at how
you're surviving, John.
- Why did you come down here then?
- What choice do I have?
- What choice do I have?
- Why haven't you divorced me?
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.
- No.
Sharon, 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?
- (John crying)
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.
- How's my girl?
- Fine.
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?
He knows a lot.
He's just playing his cards
very close to the chest.
What's he want?
- Immunity.
- What else?
- Protection.
- Really?
- John: How many you think?
- I have no idea.
- 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.
Well, I'm thinking...
- I'm thinking Boca.
- Boca Raton?
- Yeah, is there another Boca?
- Only one. Anywhere you want.
That's the only one
I ever heard of, Boca Raton.
I'm thinking Boca
'cause I'm thinking of an alligator.
Can you get me 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.
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.
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.
How about a coffee then with like
a million fucking sugars?
Just tell the story, John.
Tell me what you know.
John: We got a deal?
Talk to me, John.
Just tell me about it.
John:
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, I'm gonna tell you a story,
a story called "Wonderland."
Wonderland's the house 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 cancer,
both breasts removed,
still shooting junk.
Her old man Billy Deverell...
is a kind of a 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.
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.
The kinda stuff that doesn't get
reported stolen.
- Drugs?
- Drugs, guns, money, anything.
Whatever they wanted they 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?
We hung out.
Bill, I'm not like an altar boy.
I'd love to show you the boat.
- Is this your boat?
- No.
Girls on film...
Nash: Hey...
I know you,
you're Johnny Wadd!
- Yeah.
- Johnny Wadd on my boat!
I love your movies, man.
- Your name?
- Eddie Nash.
This is my boat.
I'm your biggest fan.
I see all your movies, yes.
Get out of here!
Yes...
- big star John Wadd. Very big.
- (both laughing)
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.
- (John laughs)
- 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, 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, 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.
There'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, 30 times.
You think you could
draw us a map?
A map? What for?
- Don't worry about it, John.
- Ward: Did you do it?
What, of the fucking palm trees?
I mean, buy a fucking Thomas Guide.
(laughs)
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.
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?
You want to steal a microwave?
What the fuck are we going
to do with a microwave?
- Heat your food up with it.
- You think I'm hungry?
The only thing I want to heat up right
now is some fucking dope, man!
I'm so railed
I can't even think straight.
This town is
a fucking desert, man.
Did Indo-fucking-china dry up
in this fucking city?
I want some goddamn,
motherfucking smack!
Shit, David, what the fuck?
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.
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.
John: 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 got to give
those fucking fucks back their 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.
- Jesus died for somebody's sins
- (door opens)
- But not mine
- (door closes)
- Meltin' in a pot of thieves...
- Get him.
I need another snack.
You got the coke?
We fucking did it!
Woo-hoo!
- How much did you get?
- All of it, man, everything!
- You didn't hit the safe?
- Even the back bathroom, man!
Sue, I told you we'd do it.
People say beware...
- Woo-hoo!
- People say I don't care...
After they hit Eddie, they come
back to Wonderland, I'm there,
and they're all hoopin' and hollerin'
about all the shit they got.
- Ward: 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.
- (phone rings)
- 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!
All right, Ronnie wants to tell you.
- Eddie Nash!
- (laughing)
You're not going to believe this shit.
They're telling people
that they hit Eddie Nash.
Can you believe that? Sitting there
passing the phone back and forth.
- Who are they talking to?
- Anyone that would listen.
Everybody that called.
All their scumbag customers.
I said, "Ronnie, we should keep
a low profile. " They didn't listen.
Aaah!
I'm gonna ah, ah,
make her mine
Hwaa
Here she comes...
Betamax.
The Betamax... out there.
Man, out there, throw it.
The fucking Betamax
out the fucking window.
Here she comes
Waltzin' through the hall
in a pretty red dress
And oh, she looks so good...
John:
How fucking stupid is that?
So I fucking split.
Where'd you go?
I don't give a damn
about my reputation
I never been afraid
of any deviation
And I don't really care if you think
I'm strange, I ain't gonna change
And I'm never gonna care
about my bad reputation...
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.
I mean, I wish I had left.
Ward:
What the fuck were you thinking?
John:
Listen, I knew if I didn't call him
that I'd never be able
to show my face here in LA again.
Ward:
So what did he say?
John:
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.
Well, I stepped inside
And I stood by the door
While dark-eyed girls
sang and played the guitar
Hookers, hustlers,
filled up the room
This was the place they called
Spanish Moon...
- Johnny boy.
- What's up?
- Hey.
- Brother.
- Good to see you. Where you been?
- Oh, 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.
Shut 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!
Whoo-hoo!
- What? What?
- Yeah, he ratted me out.
Nash had been looking for me
for two days
so it was just dumb luck
I called him.
What are we going
to do now, brother?
Mary Holmes,
Pataskala, Ohio.
Sharon Holmes,
You're gonna
tell me who robbed me.
Because if you don't...
if you don't,
I'm going to 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 going to torture them to death.
And while I'm doing it,
I'm going to tell them
it's because of you.
And when they're dead...
when they're dead,
I'm going
to 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 going to kill
your wife, what would you do?
I'd tell him.
John:
Fucking-A right I told him.
Ward:
And what did he say?
You're going to do to those guys
on Wonderland
what you did to me.
Ward: What did that mean?
Means I had to get in the car
with his dudes
and go over and get inside
of the Wonderland house.
- (buzzes)
- Ron: Yeah?
It's John, man.
Ron: What?
- (buzzes)
- It's John.
(gate buzzes)
I'm counting on you
To carry me through
- Oh-oh give me the beat, boys...
- What's up?
And free my soul, I want to get lost
in your rock 'n' roll
And drift away
Give me the beat, boys,
and free my soul
I want to get lost in your
rock 'n' roll and drift away...
Knock yourself out, John.
- Good night, man.
- You cooked?
When my mind is free
You know a melody
can move me
And when I'm feeling blue
A guitar's coming through
to soothe me
Thanks for the joy
that you've given me
- I want you to know...
- See ya.
- I believe in your song...
- Fucking unbelievable.
- Rhythm and rhyme and harmony.
- Fucking unbelievable.
Ward:
So you left the door unlocked?
Well, no.
Ajar.
Did you see Greg
or Danny go in the house?
- Did you hear anything at all?
- (shouting)
No.
What about in the street outside?
Did you see 'em in the street?
What about the street?
Did you see 'em 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.
Did you see 'em 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 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?
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?
- 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.
Ward: So what do you
want me to tell them?
John: Tell them whatever you want.
Goddamn stroke job.
He gives us nothing. Zero.
A fat fucking doughnut.
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. Dude calls me brother.
He just sells out Nash and lets
somebody else do the dirty work.
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 'em 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...
(yelling)
...and they thought it was some kind
of primal scream therapy or something.
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 now
or I'll cut your head off.
What kind of thief doesn't know who he's
hitting until the robbery itself?
What 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
going to 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 going to kill everyone in it.
Your name's in there, Bill.
Fuck the black book.
The black book is a crock of shit.
It's a fairy tale.
He knew we were listening to him.
- He didn't want to get dirty.
- Neither does Lind.
Four people get
their heads bashed in
- and there's not a single witness?
- (door buzzes)
No, no, he was in that house
as sure as Christ was on the cross.
- 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 at 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.
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.
Nico: The fact that he's got a pulse
ties him to the scene of the crime.
Ward: He doesn't need
to be there, Nico.
Nash knows he's terrified.
He'll keep his mouth shut.
Nico: No, I don't buy it.
Nash is not an idiot.
He's certainly not going to put his
freedom in the hands of one.
Ward: 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.
- 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.
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...
- Stop lying, I can't.
- Sharon, I'm not lying. We'll pay...
- It's a payoff, okay?
You should understand that term.
I'm paying you off
to stay out of my life.
(engine starts)
(car drives off)
(car approaching)
(tires screeching)
- (dogs barking)
- (car door shuts)
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.
- 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 going to 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. No.
- You're in shock.
- 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? 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.
They humiliated him... to the Nash.
They were so stupid.
- I'm not following this, John.
- He had my book.
He had my black book.
He had everyone's name in it.
He said he was going to 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 going to 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'd you...
what did you do?!
I left before anything happened.
But, l... I never... Sharon, l...
No, I don't want to know. No.
- Sharon...
- 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...
You brought filth into my life again!
Filth?
You wanna know what filth is?
What your husband had to do to survive
down at Peanuts with those faggots.
- You're 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?
- That went away a long time ago.
- 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
that makes me sick.
John: I'm not nobody, Sharon.
I'm a star.
- You are a whore, John.
- Oh, 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.
Cruz: You know, this case
could make our careers.
Nico:
This case could end our careers.
Nobody's going to back us
against Nash without an eyewitness.
I talked to Nimziki this morning.
- Nash is untouchable until November.
- Shit.
- Who's dick's Nimziki sucking?
- Everybody's.
It's a goddamn swordfight
in there. All right?
- (heart monitor beeping)
- (respirator hissing)
Ms. Launius?
- Can she hear us?
- I don't know.
Goddamn it, Ron, you told me it was
going to be different this time.
I don't want to start like this!
Come here.
- Goddamn it.
- Come here.
Nico:
Ms. Launius?
Can you hear me?
I need you.
- I need you here.
- Goddamn 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.
(screams)
(murmuring)
- Cruz: What did she say?
- Nico: Nothing.
(beeping faster)
(doorbell buzzing)
- Yeah?
- It's John, man.
- Holmes, no.
- Come on, let me in, it's John.
- No.
- (buzzing)
(door buzzes)
(screams, groans)
Look! Look!
Stop it, John!
Stop it, John! Stop it, John!
Look, you motherfucker!
Look at her motherfucking head bust.
Are you looking at this, Johnny?
Look what you did,
look what the fuck you did.
You're a bad man, Johnny!
You want to fuck with me?
Let's go.
- (shouting)
- (groaning)
- (coughing)
- (shouting)
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.
Um...
what time is it?
Morning or evening?
Morning.
Didn't I promise
I'd get you out of there?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Didn't I?
- Didn't I?
- Mm-hmm.
Who's my girl?
I'm your girl.
(engine starts)
If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a wishing well
In a castle dark
Or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost
You can't see
If I could read your mind, love
What a tale your thoughts
could tell
Just like a paperback novel
The kind the drugstores sell
When you reach the part
where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
Heroes often fail
If you read between
the lines
You'll know
that I'm
Just trying
to understand
The feeling
that you left
I never thought I could
feel this way
And I've got to say
that I just don't get it
I don't know where
we went wrong
But the feeling's gone
and I just can't get it back.
(soft music plays)
Love on the rocks
It ain't no surprise
Just pour me a drink, bitch
And I'll tell you some lies
Had nothing to lose
So you just sing the blues
All the time
Gave you my heart
Gave you my soul
You left me alone here
With nothing to hold
Yesterday's gone
Now all I want
Is a smile
At first they say they want you
They really need you
Suddenly you find
you're out there
Walking in a storm
And then they know
they have you
Then they really have you
Nothing you can do or say
You've got to leave,
just get away
We all know the song
You need what you need
You can say what you want
Not much you can do
When the feeling is gone
May be blue skies above
But it's cold
When your love's
on the rocks
At first they say
they want you
They really need you
Suddenly you find
you're out there
Walking in a storm
And then they know
they have you
Then they really have you
Nothing you can do or say
You've got to leave,
just get away
We all know the song
Love on the rocks
Ain't no big surprise
Just pour me a drink, bitch
And I'll tell you some lies
Yesterday's gone
And now all I want
Is a smile.
How many days
has it been since I was born?
How many days till I die?
Why...
Do I know anyway?
I can make you laugh
Or do I only know how
to make you cry?
When the baby looks
around him
It's such a sight to see
Share the simple secret
with a wise man
He's a stranger
in a strange land
Just a stranger
in a strange land
Tell me why
He's a stranger
in a strange land
Whoa
A stranger
in a strange la-and.