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♪ So cold the way you left me to die ♪

♪ Oh yet the pain would not subside ♪

♪ So when I got back on my feet ♪

♪ Cleared away the tears from my eyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

♪ Oh you engineered my demise ♪

♪ But then I deciphered your lies ♪

♪ And now I leave you in the dust, ♪

♪ echoing your less than sad goodbyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

♪ So cold the way you left me to die ♪

♪ Oh, yet the pain would not subside ♪

♪ So when I got back on my feet ♪

♪ Cleared away the tears from my eyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

- Fuck.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, you okay?

Yeah.

- Let me help you out.

- Thanks man, appreciate it.

- Oh, these drums are heavy.

What kind of drums do you play?

- Imperial County Percussion.

- What the fuck is that,
some three month old company?

Ah, just kidding, man.

I've heard of them. Reinventing the wheel,

nothing wrong with that.

- Yeah, thanks man.

Wow.

- Right?

Oh, is that the new one?
Supposed to be like best ever.

- Oh yeah dude, it's pretty
solid, smooth. I dig it, man.

Why do you play or something?

- A little bit.

Hey, you're in the Xenos, huh?

- Yeah.
- That's who I came to see.

- No, shit.
- I love you guys.

- Thanks man.
- Yeah.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- You too.

I got some more shit I gotta take care of.

I'll catch you later, man.

- Hey guys, I'm Freddie.

- Hey.

- Hi, I'm Ronnie.

- Hey Ronnie.

I love this band.

- Hey, I'm Sally.

- Thank you.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too, Sally.

- Thanks for coming out.
- Yeah, you too.

I love Polymorphs. I know who you are.

You're like my favorite
singer of all time probably.

I love your guys' band,
it's like an all-star band.

I asked all my friends to come out

but my friends are so
flaky, y'know? So we'll see

I even know your old
band, dude. Ex-gods right?

- This guy even knows
even who Ex-gods are.

- That's crazy.

- Hey, at least you're here.

I'll get you a drink
ticket when we get some.

- Oh, fuck that.

I'll buy you guys a round

What are you guys drinking?

- We don't drink before shows.

- What? But it's the first
night of tour come on.

- Tomorrow's the second
followed by the third,

We don't drink before shows.

- We don't drink before shows

'cause you can't handle your booze.

- Whoa.

- Bitch you can't handle
your fucking mouth.

I'll gladly shut it for you, Goldie.

- Whoa, trouble in paradise, huh?

What is up with that?

- That usually goes away on tour, huh?

Or does it all get way more annoying?

What do you think Goldie?

- Hey man, y'know, thanks
for the help earlier,

but don't fucking call me Goldie, dick.

- Wow, those guys really
don't get along, huh?

- Right now I gotta go handle these guys.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Got any cold Mexican beer?

- Sure do, got any drink tickets for me?

- I usually just give them to the band,

places like this don't really

help out the roadie/merch dude.

- Oh, well darling, this
kind of place takes care

of our roadie merch dudes,
besides I'm on the wagon tonight,

so you can have my shift drink.

- Oh, thank you. Hey,
uh, you know this guy?

- Yeah, Freddie? Of course he's played

in like a million local bands.

Shredding drummer, weird dude.

- Besides being weird,
'sup with that fan stuff?

- Yeah, definitely fan stuff for sure.

On top of super fan, he's
got some serious rage issues.

Plus he's one of those like
intense talks really close

to your face all the time guys.

Okay, so the worst
thing I heard about him,

the last band he was in, either broke up

or he got kicked out, 'cause
he lost his shit on stage,

broke a dude's arm, sent him
to the ER, ambulances were here

like bad shit.

- What, like some unruly fan or something?

- No, that's the best part,
it was the bass player

in his own band.

I know dude, and that
poor guy won't even set

foot in here now.

- Fuck, were you here to see that?

- No, I missed all of it.

I wasn't working that night,

but me personally, I've seen him just

go off on people like over nothing.

I have to say though, he
really fucking shreds on drums.

To me, that's worth something.

- Not if you're a creep.

- I don't know, he's not
a creep, he's just weird.

I don't know, he's got a
bad rep. Deservedly so,

kind of an asshole but he's
always been super cool to me.

Plus he's walking up right
now, so enjoy darling.

- Pretty quiet over here.

Talking about me?

- Listen, you guys, we
have to put this shit away

and concentrate on having
a really good show.

This tour is either gonna be amazing,

or the last time I ever hit the road.

Look, even if there's only
10 people here tonight,

I wanna give them a
show they won't forget.

So that by the end of tour,

we've got half full houses, at least.

So let's put this away, like
the professionals we are.

And kick some ass tonight.

♪ -But I would give ♪

♪ anything to be ♪

♪ what has become of me? ♪

♪ I'm stuck in darkness ♪

♪ like tar inside a pit ♪

♪ But I would give ♪

♪ anything to be ♪

♪ Why won't the stars ♪

♪ Why won't they shine on me? ♪

Thank you.

♪ I receive kisses ♪

- Hey dude.

- Hey, how's it going?

- Good, was a good set.

Did you guys finally get drink tickets?

- We did.

- Wanna trade one of
those in for something.

- Have a Mexican beer, please.

- I can do that for ya.

Do you take lime with your Mexican beer?

- Nope.

- Well, hey, thanks for being easy.

- So, I've been told.

Cheers.

- Thanks.

- Hey, good set, bud.

- Oh, hey.

I love your riffs.

Hey, would you sign that for me?

- Oh, yeah, it was interesting.

- Yeah, first night of
tour, what are you gonna do?

- Hopefully forget about it.

- That's the thing, I'm
a pretty straight up guy.

So I'm gonna say something here.

You guys need a better drummer.

That guy like a, close personal
friend, related to somebody?

I mean dropping sticks,
missing snare hits.

You guys could do way better.

- That is straightforward.

- That's me.

- And well, he's an old school friend.

He's all right.

And you know it's first
night of tour, he'll be okay.

- Okay, but, okay for what?

You wanna just have a couple
of cool stories, you know?

Maybe he's gonna be okay.

You wanna sell out some
of these clubs instead

of perpetually playing for 25 people?

You guys gonna have to upgrade.

- Well, I mean, even if we wanted to,

finding a drummer at the
drop of a hat on tour,

just doesn't seem very likely.

But, you never know.

Anyway, where are you
guys staying tonight?

- Well, considering what
we made at the door,

we didn't have money for a hotel,

so, at this point, I have no idea.

- Well, you're in luck,
you can stay with me.

I even have a music room in
my backyard I built myself.

We can all hang out.

- That sounds cool.

Let me talk with the others outside.

- All right, let me know.

- Thanks, man.

- Hey, Lita, can I get a beer please?

- You got it, Freddie.

- Thank you.

- I really think we should
get a fucking motel.

- No, not tonight.

We have money to get to the next gig.

That's not motel money.

- I can front the band and
the band can just pay me back.

- That is a shitty economic
policy for a band on tour.

Number one, nobody knows
who the fuck we are,

even if they know who some of us are,

and two, we can't just go
staying in motels every time

you feel uncomfortable.

- Did you meet that guy?

That guy is fucking
freaking me the fuck out.

Did you hear what the
bartender said about him?

- No.

- He beat the shit out of
his own fucking band member.

- Oh, come on.

- Who does that?

- He's not in your band.

So what are you fucking crying about?

Besides, there'd be someone
who knows how to-

- Come on, you guys break it up.

All right, look, it's true,
we don't have a lot of money,

so we can't borrow it from you
if we have a place to stay.

I mean, I'm with Brenda.

I don't feel threatened by this guy.

So if you do, you can sleep in the van.

- Maybe I will then.

- But, I think everybody
else feels the same way.

I'm going to take him up on his offer.

- Yeah, me too.

- Fine.

- So, I mean, look, we need
to get on the same page

a little bit more, but hey,
let's concentrate on the things

we can control.

Like making sure tomorrow
night is better than tonight,

onstage and off.

- Sounds good.

- Guys decide?

- Yeah, you're gonna
take us to your house.

Really? Cool.

- You're gonna love it, especially you.

- You know what this reminds me of?

That one time when X-Gods
and Polymorphs were on tour,

that show fell through.

Those kids were so bummed out,

we weren't Christian hardcore.

- What was the name of that guy?

- Jeff Rocker.
- Yeah.

- How could you forget that?

- Anyways, we could go back
to Jeff's place to play.

Man it was ape shit.

We played on top of the
ramp, while we were playing,

these kids were on skateboards
and bikes flying everywhere.

Man, then he scratched
up 400 bucks for the band

and we sold out of merch.

- Yeah, Jeff Rocker was one hell of a man.

- Wow, that's cool.

Hey, you know what else would be cool?

You guys should play a song.

Oh, Oh, play "This Isn't Anywhere".

And you can play that drum
part you're fucked up,

and give yourself some confidence

for the rest of the tour.

- No man, that's not gonna happen.

- Come on, you guys.

- Hell no, dude, that's
not gonna fucking happen.

- Here's what you do.

Here, take that.

- Break it up into three parts, you know.

Don't make it too complicated
for yourself like this.

Then you put it all together, like,

- Holy shit.

- You know what dude?

Fuck you.

Fuck this, I'm out.

- Now, what the fuck
is that guy's problem?

- Christ.

- Morning, fuck.

- Hey, good morning.

Hey morning.

- How'd you sleep?

- Pretty good, thanks.

♪ So cold the way you left me to die ♪

♪ But the pain would not subside ♪

♪ So when I got back on my feet ♪

♪ Cleared away the tears from my eyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

♪ Oh you engineered my demise ♪

♪ But then I deciphered your lies ♪

♪ And now I leave you in the dust ♪

♪ Echoing your less than sad goodbyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

♪ So cold the way you left me to die ♪

♪ But the pain would not subside ♪

♪ So when I got back on my feet ♪

♪ Cleared away the tears from my eyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

- Thanks, we have merch over there...

- Help you out dude.

- Hey, that's not how
I like it, all right.

- That was way better tonight my man.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

You, know what?

Go fuck yourself.

- I get it.

- Give me that.

- I deserve that, sorry
about last night, man.

I was a dick, I'm sorry.

- Boys playing nice?

- Just fine, thanks.

- Hey guys, oh, you're on fire
tonight, girl. Insane energy.

- Hey thanks, great drumming last night.

- Sorry about that.

Hey, can I get you guys a drink?

Can I get you a drink man?

- Yeah.

- We have drink tickets, plus
you let us stay at your house,

come on, what are you doing here anyway?

- Unexpectedly had the night off work,

so I made the trip.

I only live a couple hours from here.

- That's so sweet, come
on, let me buy you a drink.

- No way. You're on tour,
lemme buy you a drink,

what are you drinking?

- Vodka, soda.

- Ketel okay?

- Fuck yeah, glad you're here.

- Let's do some shots of
tequila and Mexican beers?

- Actually, I'll have a Ketel
soda too, please, thanks.

- 'Sup bud? We'll have
four shots of tequila

two Tecates and two
Ketel sodas, thank you.

- Excuse me, while I go take a piss.

- I gotta go too, here
leave fat tip for that guy.

- Ketel soda.

You fucking pansy.

You can't drink and you can't drum.

What the fuck are you doing on the road?

You ever ask yourself that?

Clearly not cut out for this shit.

- Fuck's the matter with you?

Outta your fucking mind?
don't make me kick your ass

in this fucking bathroom.

- In your wettest fucking dreams

you couldn't kick my ass bitch.

Now smile, go wash your hands
and let's go do some shots.

Maybe I'll punch in the eye
later when you least expect it,

like funny stuff.

- Fuck you, dick.

- That dude is pretty
fucking sensitive, huh?

- You have no idea, let's drink.

- Cheers.

- Thanks for the shots.

It's nice to see a
familiar face on the road.

- Yeah, old pals now, huh?

- Old enough.

- Hey, can I ask you a question?

- You mean, besides of that one?

- Yeah, hey what'd you mean when you said

at least there'd be someone

who could defend a woman in the group?

- Yeah, that, I don't know,
we played a first show

a few months ago, jack ass
they're being all grabby with me

and Duane saw the whole
thing and didn't do

a fucking thing to stop it.

No, luckily there was a bouncer
there kicked the guy out

but by then it was too
late, he already grabbed me.

- What the fuck did Duane
have to say for himself?

- Not a fucking thing, he just froze.

Security guard even called him out

on it for not doing anything.

Duane's excuse was, "Oh,
well the security guard,

just got there before I did,
but I was just about to."

Sorry, excuse for a man and a drummer,

but you didn't hear it from me.

I'm not paying for a
fucking practice space.

- Tour goes well enough,
you might not have to.

- Yeah, but that's the thing,
it's not gonna fuckin' happen

with Duane at the helm.

- Hey, nice show.

- Yeah, nice tits and ass
too mommy, fucking hot.

- For fucks sake, see what
girls have to deal with?

- Fucking animals.

- Yeah its all right.

- Whoops, gotta go.

- Thanks for the shots.

- God damn it.

- What the fuck you fucking dick.

- You should learn how to
talk to a lady my friend.

- Fuck you get the fuck
away from me you freak.

- Call for help you fucking pussy.

- I don't need help.
-Yeah you do. -Fuck you.

Guys ready to apologize to the lady?

- Fuck her.

And fuck you too.

- Damn Hollister, you finally
don't have to wear your uni.

And what do you do?

Come dressed head to toe in blue anyway,

a real company, man huh?

- Baby steps Monroe.

I don't wanna look so
good you start crying

from jealousy other than the obvious

job jealousy, of course.

Are you having any luck
with-well, anything?

- Working with Willie Mack?

You know what they say: watch your back

when you're working with Willie Mack.

Now Turo is dead, 'cause of him.

- I watch my back every
second of every day

especially when I'm
around you swinging dicks.

- Pretty good rule of thumb.

I'll catch you fuckos later.

Maybe hit the buffet.

Pow

- Yeah, I'll keep you posted
as soon as I find out.

Yes, thank you, sir.

Welcome to homicide Hollister.

It's like we're off to a quick start.

- Thank you, Kathy, I'm ready to learn.

- That's the spirit Hollister.

Don't call me Kathy on the job,

even though I've known
you since you were three,

I don't need Monroe and his
cronies acting any stupider

than they already are.

- Yes,sir. Lieutenant, sir, of course.

- We're good. Detective
Mack, how are you holding up?

Ready to get back at
it with a new partner?

- Right as rain lieutenant,

still feel bad about Turo though.

- Turo was bent,
Detective. That is a fact.

- I should have done more to stop it.

- Sounds like you're not
ready Detective Mack,

you don't look like you're ready.

I need you to be on point
with this, Detective Mack.

So you tell me; are you
ready for a new partner

and a new case or do I go
in a different direction?

- Hollister will have nothing
to fear under my wing.

- Atta boy Detective Mack.

- Can you double check the
emails to see what time

we're supposed to load in?

- Yeah door says six, but no one's there.

- Okay.

- Christ, look who it is.

Look who the fuck it is.

- Hey guys.

- Hey nice shirt.
- Thanks, made it myself.

- What are you doing here?

- House sitting for my uncle

he likes me to water his plants
and talk to 'em and stuff.

One of those kind of guys

but he just lives like
three blocks over that way.

- Three shows in a row, not bad.

You super fan or something?
- That's me.

Hey, where's the guy that's
working here? Or girl?

- Hey, sorry, my car broke
down a few blocks away.

- Oh, bummer

- Let me get you in there.

- Hey, I wanna talk to
you about something.

I know what you did
yesterday to those guys,

they deserve it they were assholes.

So I wanted to say thank you.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

'Cause I don't wanna go to
jail, but you're very welcome

and yeah, they were huge fucking assholes.

- How's it going?
- Pretty good.

Can I have water please?

- Yeah, we don't have any
ice yet, that all right?

- Yeah, it's fine.

Did we have any pre-sales for the show?

- Last time it checked
around 3:30, it was like six.

- 60?
- No, six.

Can I get you something to drink?

- Yeah, it would be great.

Can I get a double shot of tequila?

- Yeah, coming right up.

- Thanks.

He's with us is that all right?

- Thank you.

- Hey?

- I thought you didn't drink before shows.

- Only sold six tickets.

So I said, fuck it, want a drink?

- Why don't I take half yours?

You never know who's gonna be there.

Even with six people. Could be 'the show'.

- People don't give a shit.

- That'd make me nobody
and I know I'm somebody

'cause God don't make no junk.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- Never saw that little kid all snot nosed

and dirty with a slingshot,

like a poster on the school
nurse's office or something.

- Oh like the kitten on a clothes line?

- Hang in there, exactly.

This band is awesome.

- Yeah, but the drummer is terrible.

- He's getting way better.

- You think?

- Fuck no, you need me.

♪ As I work this wheel ♪

♪ Evolving over time ♪

♪ As wrinkles grow I feel ♪

♪ The thirst within my mind ♪

- Thanks.

♪ Fine. we'll go it alone ♪

- Best yet. Better every night.

- Shut up, homie fucked it up again.

- Oh it wasn't that bad.

- Come on really?

- Eh, pretty bad.

You know, in my opinion, he's not someone

that's gonna get a whole lot better.

I mean, I don't understand why you guys

play with him at all.

He sounded okay on the record

and then you get them on
stage and he falls apart.

The fuck is up with that?

- It's funny actually with the
album it's like pulling teeth

and ultimately I wound
up having to play drums

on a lot of it.

The stuff we couldn't fix in pro tools.

I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this.

- 'Cause we're pals, you play drums?

- Not at all and that's my point.

I mean, I really thought
that he'd get better

and it's not like the songs

are like insanely complicated or anything.

- Why then?

- Well, putting this band
together was his idea.

all of us played in bands
in the past, back home

and he kind of sold us
on that line that like,

we find that glory that eluded
us the first time around.

And yeah, it's just like, I don't know,

it's kind of bittersweet irony, maybe?

Whatever. The other thing is
he has this really awesome

rehearsal space in his backyard.

And you know, it's not just
like a converted garage.

It's like an actual free standing
killer, fully functioning

awesome recording studio
with really good equipment.

That shit on stage,
that guitar and that amp

that's his. Mine is like
crap compared to that.

So, you know, we started
putting the songs together

all that became part of the whole thing.

So as you can see we're
pretty bound to this guy.

- I knew it, it had to
be something like that

which, I mean, is totally understandable,

but still if you're gonna make 'the jump',

you're not doing it with that guy.

- What 'jump'? There ain't
no money making music.

- Not with that attitude.
Look, I know it's hard

but if you have all the right ingredients

you can get that elusive slice

and you guys have almost
all the right ingredients.

You just need a way better
spoon to stir that shit up with.

Hey, we can talk more about
it at my uncle's house

If you want to.

♪ Eye sore, Eye Sore ♪

- Let me go see what the others think.

♪ Eyesore eyesore ♪

- What the fuck are you
doing here dude? Fuck off.

- You know the names of all
the little doodads and shit

but you're in way over your head.

Having mommy pay for a
studio in the backyard

only gets you so far when you
have to try to carry the band,

huh?

- Dude you don't fucking
know me, all right?

You're just fucking
little bitch, fuck off.

- You're crushing your friend's dreams

'cause you wanna share
them. You know that?

You've gotta be the most
pathetic person alive;

bringing everybody down
'cause you can't cut it

and you can't admit it.

So ask yourself, who's the bitch?

- Looks like we made it
to my house, asswipe.

Good job following the GPS.

I don't need your fucking help.

Leave me alone you fucking pervert.

Fucking asshole, don't try any of

that rapey shit. Fucking asshole.

- Hold on.
- I got your name, Mr.

- Keys lady.
- Just get out of here.

Just fuck you.

- Goodnight.

Fuck off.

- The fuck is this, when did this happen?

Dude, seriously?
- Holy shit, what the fuck?

- Now, we just got word
of a body found buried

in a flower bed out in Sherman Heights.

You have the address I
just texted it to you.

Let's see what this is
all about. Keep me posted.

- Were the flowerbeds
intact when they left?

- I don't know, you tell
me when you find out.

Yes.
- Yeah, 10-4 lieutenant.

- Thank you.

- Pretty smooth, Detective.

- Thank you, sir.

- Sarcasm.
- Of course, sir.

- Here's the first lesson,

if you haven't learned anything yet.

Think before you speak to the Lieutenant

she does not like
bullshit and neither do I.

- Look we took care of all the
things we could take care of.

Maybe this wasn't meant to be

but we gotta finish the tour.

I mean, what's the first
rule of show business?

The show must go on.

We said we'd do these shows. We should.

We have to. Doesn't matter
if it's three people,

after we're home, we can talk or not.

But we should give it our best shot.

- Or our second best.

- You know what, fuck
you, you miserable bitch.

There wouldn't be a band without me

and you guys all fucking know it.

You're an inconsiderate
fucking whore is what you are.

- Look if I'm gonna be honest

we're barely a band with
you, because of you.

- Whoa, you guys. Take
it easy, this bullshit.

- Please. Stop. Please.

- Do you wanna tell him how good he is?

Go ahead, give him a compliment.

Tell him how good he is.

Tell him how good his
drumming is. Go ahead, anyone?

- See ya.

- What the fuck was that?

- The fucking truth.

fuck.

- Good morning.
- Dude.

- Sorry, man.

- Hey cool.
- You all right?

- Guys.

- I'm calling him.

Hey Duane, it's me. Please
call me when you get this.

Hopefully you're not on a
plane already and we can talk.

Please? Love you, bye.

Straight to voicemail,
maybe his phone is off.

Maybe he's on a plane already.

- Fuck, what are we gonna do
now, just drive back home?

- No, this sucks but we have a way out,

which is the first rule of show business?

- Oh, you mean the guy you hooked up with,

that we barely know?

- Give me a fucking break.

We know him well enough
to stay at his house.

Besides, maybe we hooked
up, maybe we didn't

why do you give a shit?

- You're right, none of my business.

- Dude does rip on drums
though. Just saying,

blessing in disguise.

- How can you say that?

I mean, we wouldn't be a
band if it wasn't for him,

it was concept, his equipment.

He called all of us I
mean, he did the flyers.

He booked the shows, all the
stuff we didn't wanna do.

I mean, we have name recognition,
but he did all the work.

- Then he should have stayed booking shows

or been an agent or something.

But no, we had to drum

and be in the band, be in the spotlight.

I'm with Gil, I think it
happened for a reason,

right now we have an opportunity

and I think we should
take advantage of that.

Play with someone who actually
knows how to play the drums.

You know that guy over there.

- Hey Freddy, what are you doing

for the next couple of weeks?

- No concrete plans why?

- What about your job?

- Fuck my crappy job, why?
What's going on you guys?

- Looks like our drummer
hit the road back home.

How many of those Xenos songs do you know?

- You only have nine that
you play on stage, right?

I know all those.

- Well there's actually 11.

There's two that Dwayne
couldn't pull off live.

So we stripped those from the set

but I could teach you those right away.

- Wow, those are my favorite ones.

Shit looks like I'm going
on tour with Xenos then.

♪ This cold, blue, violence ♪

♪ That you know, it's so
hard for me to swallow ♪

♪ Is it me, is this what you came to see ♪

♪ Because it makes no sense ♪

This cold, blue

♪ Is it me, is this what you came to see ♪

♪ Cause it makes no sense
this cold blue violence ♪

♪ Cold blue violence ♪

- Thank you.

- We're home. Cut it out. Stop.

- Get out.

- Come on Lyla.

- Thanks for driving babe, we
all appreciate it very much.

- I'm just happy it's over with
the drive, not the vacation.

- Thank you.

Hi Patricia.

- Come on, dude.
- What?

- Mom?
- Yeah.

- Lyla's got something in her mouth.

- Eew, Lyla's got something disgusting.

- What is it?

- I think it's part of
someone's head, and an ear.

- Lyla drop it, kids
get back in the house.

- But I wanna play outside mom.

- Get in the goddamn
house right now Johnny.

- 911 what's the nature of your emergency?

- I'd like to report a murder-an assault.

- Ma'am let's start slow, what
exactly are you looking at?

- My dog has, uh, scalp in it's mouth.

- Okay, is that everything?

- No, it's attached to something,

it's attached to like a human ear

or it's part of something big, like a head

it's got some bone and skull
on the other side of it.

It's a bit-skin, I don't-like a human ear.

- Ma'am is it still in the dog's mouth?

- I'm working on that.

I got most of it. Dog got the ear.

- Ma'am what's your address?

- 1818 Edgemont.

- Officers will be there
in about two minutes.

Can you save some of the
skin from the dog for me?

- Yes.

- We'll have some crime scene
techs out there as well.

- Yes, of course.

- Thanks Ma'am, would you
like me to stay on the line

until officers arrive?

- No, that's fine we just
got back from vacation.

- I'm sorry, Ma'am.

- Me too.

♪ Every time I close my
eyes I think of you ♪

- Come on back guys, I'll
show you what we've got.

- Who was first on the scene?

- I was, Sir. Hello, I'm officer Blum.

- Jerry it's me Frieda.

- Wow, crazy how different
you look outside of uniform.

- All right.

What do we got Jerry?

- Well, sir, the dog dug up
the ear right over there.

See the lady of the house called 911,

said the kids were playing in the yard

and the dog started acting kind of funny.

Next thing you know, up pops the ear

she had to pull it away from the dog.

So did get a bit damaged, Kate has it.

Looks like we got
something here detectives.

- Kate Wolf, nice to meet you detectives.

Here's the victim male, 40 to
45 years old, heavily tattooed

brown, brown, five seven,
buck 70, no ID, no cell,

evidence of severe blunt
force trauma to the head,

skull caved in, large
piece of scalp missing

including the right ear,
chewed by a dog and recovered.

- So we're gonna have to
wait on who this guy is?

- I'm afraid so for a few hours, at least,

and that's if he's in the system.

- How do you wanna play this, Willie?

- I don't know officer Blum.

But I happened to notice something red

and shiny out on the walkway.

You might wanna go check that out.

- Yes, sir, detective Mack, sir.

- Something talking to you, Hollister?

- This tattoo, it's a band logo
like underground rock band.

Pretty obscure one too.

- There's gotta be thousands
of people with those

how can you tell?

- Not really, what's a
rattlesnake doing on an anchor,

a desert creature on a device for water?

It's from a band called C-snakes.

My brother loves that kind of stuff.

Anyway, if I'm right about
this, we should go check out

the music clubs in town,

where they put on these kinds of shows,

narrow down our pool pretty quick.

If it's somebody from a
small scene as opposed

to just some random scraggly 40 year old.

- Alright, Hollister sounds good to me.

Let's take some pictures
and check them out.

- All right, I have several,

I got your contact number from the loo.

Got some coming in right about now.

♪ TLASOI-You find it hard, to understand ♪

♪ You don't know the language ♪

♪ You don't know the tongue of the land ♪

♪ SP-This is the life I thought was sane ♪

♪ Too many vestiges of
love born out of pain ♪

♪ And now its time to step away ♪

♪ Its time for me to leave ♪

♪ I love you just the same
so I run, run from you ♪

- Sorry, just can't
fucking deal with litter.

- That's cool, I don't like it either.

♪ Run, run, from you ♪

♪ Next life I wanna cheat this maze ♪

♪ Too many memories I'm
holding on to pain ♪

- Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Waite,
terribly sorry this happened.

- Thank you, it's such a shock.

- Now can either of you think of anyone

that might have known you'd be gone?

- Well, my work, none of them
really know where we live.

Even the ones that do
they're older than this kid

you found out back.

- Anyone else?

- Not off hand.

- Okay, how about you, Mrs. Waite?

- We have a neighbor Patricia,
lives across the street.

She's home a lot.

So if anybody saw anything, it'd be her.

Unfortunately she has a
small problem with alcohol.

So anything too late in the evening

most likely be unreliable.

But other than her, we
don't talk to our neighbors.

And other than our kids, friends' parents

we don't hang out much. Crazy mystery.

- Yeah, it is.

Well, we'll pay Patricia a
visit when we're done here.

Thanks.

Now bear with me a moment.

Do either of you know anything
about underground rock scene,

a touring band specifically
a band called the C-snakes

with the letter C, not like the ocean?

- Gwennie, get in here.

- So maybe, your daughter Gwennie, huh?

- What's going on?

- Hi Gwen, I'm detective Mack.

This is detective Hollister.

- Hi Gwen, sorry for all this.

- That's okay, more excitement

than we usually get around here.

- Gwennie please.

- It's okay, Mrs. Waite,

Gwen, why don't we go in the kitchen

and talk while your parents
talk with Detective Mack.

♪ And reflecting in your eye ♪

I see you like the C-snakes.

- Yeah, they're like my
favorite band right now.

Even though they've been
broken up for awhile

my girlfriend got me into them.

Apparently the guitarist is in a new band

with some other rockers
from back in the day

they played in town at
Chubaluba's last night.

I wanted to come back for the show

but it didn't fit in
with my vacation plans.

That's who you're looking at. Xenos.

- Xenos, that's the new band name?

- Yeah, with an X.

- Gwen, tell me, do you use social media?

- I'm 14 years old, I
use the shit out of it.

- Yeah, I figured. What's
your favorite? Yourface?

- Christ no, that's for
seventy year old family members

and political whack jobs.

There's a new indie artist
fueled one called Maidenhouse.

- Maidenhouse.

- Let me get you there.

- So is that the drummer from C-snakes?

- No, nobody knows what
that guy's doing in the band

or was doing in the band.

- Wait, what do you mean was?

- Well, a couple of nights
ago pictures were showing

the old drummer and people were saying,

that shows are unremarkable
and even kind of bad.

But after the show they played last night

they have this new guy behind the kit

and people are saying two things.

The new drummer is the shit

and Xenos they're the best
new band in a long time.

- Just based on switching drummers?

- Apparently this guy is that good.

- What's this?

- Oh, that's nothing. I'm
gonna kill you, Johnny.

- I think I know how somebody
found out about this place

and I have a pretty good idea

of who that is in the backyard.

All right, thanks for your time.

- Fucking epic.

- Hey man.

- How you doing man?

- Good, hey do you think
we could use your bathroom?

- Yeah, no problem.

- Oh, cool.

- It's a dog day afternoon
here in San Diego.

As a family came home and
made a shocking discovery.

It was at this house that the Waite family

returned from vacation only to discover

a dead body on the premises.

It was as the children played in the yard

that the family dog discovered
the body as far as I-yup,

correct. The body has not
been identified as of yet.

Police are asking that
anybody with information

on the case to please contact them.

I'm Elsa Hunter Channel
6 News. Back to studio.

- So what were the kids yelling about?

- If my hunch is correct,
body is a former drummer

of a band on tour called
Xenos. Needs proving though.

- Damn Hollister, you're
pretty fucking good.

- Just lucky, Detective Mack.

- Yeah, right.

- Patricia Connell, can
we have a word please?

- Yeah.

- Do you mind turning that off?

- Thanks.

- Hi, I'm Detective Hollister

and this is my partner Detective Mack.

- Hi.

- We'd like to ask you a few
questions if you don't mind.

- Sure, you guys do you
need something to drink?

- Do you have coffee?

- No.

- That's all right, Ms.
Connell, we're fine.

- Well, yes you are.

- Now Mrs. Connell, did you
notice anything last night

that was unusual? In particular,

anything that happened
at the Waite's house

across the street over there?

- Last night, I took a cab.

- And what time was that?

- Let's see, I was at the bar it was dark.

The bartender called last call.

So it had to be around two.

And then I took a cab,
cab was pretty quick.

And then I think I fell down,

cab driver had to help me up here

and I think I yelled at him.

And then I think I just went to sleep

so I didn't notice anything.

- That's it?

- Yep, I think that's it.

- That's fine, Mrs. Connell.

Here's my card if you
remember anything else

no matter how insignificant,

please don't hesitate to give us a call.

- Oh, I won't hesitate.

- What are you doing?

Come on, get your camera let's go David.

Mack!

Detective Mack is there any information

you can share with us?

- Hey Elsa, the police have
no comment at this time.

We're gonna be issuing
a complete statement

when we have the adequate information.

So if you'll excuse us, we
need to get back to the station

and try and solve this thing.

- Listen, I'm hearing reports about a dog.

Anything you can share about that at all?

- Not at this time I'm sorry.

- Come on Willie give
me something, anything?

- Sorry.
- All right thank you.

- How is it going dude?

- Hey, what's up, what's going on?

- Not much, can I talk to you a sec?

- Sure, what's up?

- If anyone shows up, give me
a sign we gotta stop talking.

All right?
- Okay.

Coast is clear. Give it to me.

- All right.

I'm starting to think Duane
didn't go home after all.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I tried calling and texting.

He doesn't write me back.

Just got on phone with his mom

and she hasn't heard from him in two days.

Every time she calls his
phone its out of juice.

- Maybe he went somewhere else.

I mean, he has money. He
does whatever he wants.

Shit he hooked up with you
guys, wants to be a rocker?

- He basically put this band together

as more like it. It's
fucked up little fantasy

but whatever, there's
worse, but that's not it.

When we were at the mini-mart earlier

I was watching the news
and there was this house

that looked exactly like
the house we stayed at

a few nights ago and they
found a fucking body there.

This family, I don't know,
they came home from vacation

and they found a body.

- Are you sure it was the same house?

- I'm pretty positive, I remember
there being this seashell

on the front door and I saw it.

And then when I was watching the news

she was standing right next to the house

that had the same Seashell.

- We gotta call the cops.

We're gonna call the cops, right?

- I don't know if Freddy did it.

- What if he's a fucking murderer?

- But what if he's not?

I really feel something is
happening with this tour.

We sound way better than we
did when Duane was in the band

shows have a ton of energy

and people are showing up and you know.

- Shit. Dreams die hard.

- Especially resurrected ones.

- Have you told anyone else?

- Fuck no.

- Have you checked the news or anything?

- Haven't had time.

- Check this out, let's see here.

Okay, San Diego.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Oh, hey dude what's up?
- Hey.

- I can't make anything
out of this shit right now.

It's all- I'll check later.

Let's not jump the gun all right?

Let's take it easy.

I mean, maybe it's not Duane

and pure coincidence, y'know?
But the guy is fucking weird.

- Agreed, just see what happens.

Just wait till they identify the body

and we'll go from there.

- Okay.

I gotta take a piss.

- I'm gonna slay 'em tonight!

♪ So cold the way you left me to die ♪

♪ Oh, yet the pain would not subside ♪

♪ So when I got back on my feet ♪

♪ Cleared away the tears from my eyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

♪ Oh you, engineered my demise ♪

♪ But then I deciphered your lies ♪

♪ So now I leave you in the dust ♪

♪ Echoing your less than sad goodbyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

♪ So cold the way you left me to die ♪

♪ Oh, but the pain would not subside ♪

♪ So when I got back on my feet ♪

♪ Cleared away the tears from my eyes ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ You're the one who's left ♪

♪ Left to die ♪

- Thank you.

More, more, more.

- So what do you have for me?

- Not sure the ID yet, white male,

40s killed roughly 24 hours ago they say.

Hollister has some good intel I believe.

- What's that Hollister?

- Could be a touring band.
Drummer. Underground, small time.

Apparently their band is
still on the road right now.

Played here a couple nights
ago. Fits the timeline.

- Okay.

- They got a new drummer.
They didn't miss a gig.

I just have to go to my office

and crosscheck a couple of things.

- Detective Mack, let's go hit up the ME.

- Let's do it.

- Can you please keep an eye on that?

- Sure.
- Thanks so much.

- What the fuck dude,
get the fuck out of here?

- Hey, what the fuck?

- That guy just puked
next to me right there.

- Come on man lets take him out.

Come on motherfucker, come on.

- Fuck you, you dirty pussy.

- Wins fights though. Don't
want to fuck up my hands.

- Shit man, I can't wait to
tell everybody about this.

- We're not saying a shit to anybody.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

- Hold up.

- Holy shit, Freddy you're awesome.

- Thanks.

- This guy said we can stay at his house.

- Whoa.
- Yeah, I'll drive.

- I'll bring the car around.

- This is going pretty fucking well, huh?

Fuck yeah it is.

- I'm dumbfounded.

- I told you guys.
- Yeah.

- I told you.

- So ladies, what do we have?

- Well, I know what he
ate and I know how he died

but we don't know who he was yet.

- No DNA results yet?

I heard those new machines were fast.

- Like a rocket, sir.

But there are no hits in the system.

I guess our guy never gave a sample.

- So how did he die?

- Blunt force trauma, 13
hits, maybe 10 post-mortem.

Overkill, which I don't have to tell you

is almost always someone
known to the victim.

- So I've heard.

- Well, it looks like the
rookie's got the best lead, sir.

- Let's see what she's got, thank you.

- Sorry, we weren't more successful.

- The way of the world.

♪ Oh, you know its not not mutual, oh ♪

- 911 what's your emergency?

- I remembered something.

- Ma'am is this an emergency?

- Well, I certainly think so.

- Have you been drinking Ms-?

- Connell, only a little.

I remembered something from the murder.

I need to speak with Detective Mack

- Detective Mack, isn't
in the office right now.

Would you like me to put
you through to homicide?

- Well, can't you just give me his number?

I had it and I lost it.

- I'm sorry Ma'am, I can
let him know you called

or I can put you through to homicide.

- All right, put me through.

- Homicide.

Yes.

You don't say.

Well that's very helpful.

Yes, that's very good information.

Can I get your number
so that I can give it

to Detective Mack, if
he has more questions?

Connell, you say?

Well, I'll be sure to pass
this on to Detective Mack.

Thank you, Ms Connell.

Thanks babe, I owe you one.

- Get the fuck outta here,
you're gonna get us busted.

- You didn't say nothing, babe.

And besides, it's
probably some drunk broad

wants to get her name in the news anyway,

Willie Mack will thank me.

- You need to leave now.

- Oh, come on, no time for a quickie?

- Get out of here.

- Sorry.

- The fuck, man?

- Fuck's up with you, bitch?

Litterbug motherfucker.

- Asshole.

- Let's go get the fuck out of here.

- Dude, get in the van! Come on.

- What do you have Hollister?

- We really gotta check
out this band Xenos ASAP,

specifically the drummer, Freddie Proehl.

- I'd say you're right, Hollister.

I take it you've
researched their next show?

- Yes, sir.

- Drive or fly?

- Six hour drive, Rock City.

- Fly then. Book it.
- Done.

- Nice work Hollister.

- Somebody doesn't like you.

- Yeah, well those
fuckers can get in line.

What's up with my car, man?

- Somebody put sugary stuff in
your gas. Soda or something.

I'm gonna have to empty it and clean it

and then hope someone
didn't mess it up too bad.

- Well, when's it gonna be done?

- I should have it by tomorrow.

- I got things to do, man. I
got a meeting. Make it today.

- No, tomorrow.

- Well, you got a loner or something?

I need a loner.

- Yep, plus daily, plus mileage.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- Keys are in the visor.

♪ Thousand miles to go ♪

♪ Thousand miles to go for you ♪

♪ Thousand miles to go ♪

♪ Now you've got to go ♪

♪ Thousand miles to go ♪

♪ What will she do now
that she don't love you ♪

- And anyway it's not your fucking call.

Going all psycho in the goddamn
freeway like that, Jesus.

- You're right, I'm sorry.

It's not gonna happen again.

- Fucking A.

All right look, let's put today behind us

and go out there and rock this place.

All right?
- K.

- I said let's do this shit all right?

- Yeah.

Xenos, Xenos.

- Hey Biggs.

- Let's get that motherfucker.

Xenos! Xenos!

- What's up, dude?

Oh, fuck that motherfucker.

Let's fucking go.

Xenos! Xenos!

- all right, we're here.

- Oh fuck man there's a cover.

- What the fuck I
thought it was free, man?

- Yo, got any money?

- Fuck no, I ain't fucking
paying for this shit.

- Come on guys get your shit together.

- Give us that melon.

- No. -Fucking taking the melon dude.

- Fucking melon. -That's my mom's melon.

- Fucking garbage food anyway.

♪ My arc would peak ♪

♪ This isn't fate, this isn't destiny ♪

- What's up man?

♪ This isn't me ♪

♪ This isn't anywhere ♪

♪ I'm not anyone ♪

♪ Where have I ended up ♪

♪ This isn't what I planned ♪

♪ This isn't something I can hold ♪

♪ Inside my hands ♪

♪ This isn't any cross
I wish for you to bear ♪

♪ This isn't fair, nothing can compare ♪

♪ This isn't here, this isn't anywhere ♪

♪ I'm not anyone, ♪

♪ But I would give anything to be ♪

♪ What has become of me? ♪

♪ Where is this astral light
that shines upon the one ♪

♪ Whose fortune is so bright ♪

♪ It burns like noonday sun ♪

♪ I'm stuck in darkness ♪

♪ Like tar inside a pit ♪

♪ Without a flame to illuminate it ♪

♪ But I would give
anything, anything to be ♪

♪ Why won't the stars, why
won't they shine on me ♪

- Shit police I need this vehicle.

- 'Sup now bitch? Come on motherfucker.

- Fred Proehl! Police!

- You're looking at me?

- On your knees

- But I didn't do anything.

- Bullshit why did you run?

- He was shooting on me
on the fucking stage.

What would you do? -Get up.

- You're under arrest.

- This is bullshit. Fucking bullshit!

- Looks like you're
gonna need a new drummer.

- This had better work.

- Just shut the fuck up and act natural.

- So you gonna tell me?

- Tell you what?

- Come on. You know. What the
drunk lady said on the phone.

- The fuck, right now?

- Don't play with me, you
know it turns me on. You know.

- Yeah, I know, you fucking weirdo.

Well, this is the mush brained
memory of an old alkie lady.

So I don't know how
hot it's gonna make you

but I'll try and pick up the slack.

- Okay.

- The information that
lady wanted me to pass

on to Willie Mack was that
she remembers something,

Something from the night of the murder,

across the street from her place.

Says she was passed out on
the porch with the lights out.

She said, no one could see her.

And she had a pretty good view,
says there was a disturbance

from the van parked across the street.

The one with a cracked
taillight. Says a man

stumbled around the side
of the van with dark hair.

She says he was soon
followed by two other people.

One a bald man, and the other
was a girl with blue hair.

Said they confronted the man

and beat him over and over again.

She says bald man dragged
the body around the back.

She says, she passed out she
wasn't sure what she saw.

She thought she was dreaming

until she saw some
viral video on the news.

And she recognized the van
and the people inside of it.

- Holy shit, didn't those detectives

just fly out to Rock City.

They arrested the guy with the short hair.

The one that was outside
the van in that video.

- Yeah, Willie Mack, that
bitch that stole my job.

- So you're not gonna tell 'em?

- Fuck no, let those
goodie-two-shoe motherfuckers

figure out for themselves
too late or not at all.

What the fuck do I care?

Come here.

- They're gonna get away with murder.

- Maybe.
- God I'm so horny.

- That's my girl.

♪ Lithe fingers cloaked in shadow, ♪

♪ Spin darkness into dreams ♪

♪ So when the field lays follow ♪

♪ All is not what it seems ♪

♪ What dreams to spin the girls asks ♪

♪ The crone just smiles and nods ♪

♪ Best not to tell the children ♪

♪ The yearnings of the gods ♪

♪ As I work this wheel,
evolving over time ♪

♪ As wrinkles grow I feel ♪

♪ The thirst within my mind ♪

♪ Oh, but the dreams of youth hold ♪

♪ Hold fast through hail and fog ♪

♪ The wing beats of the heron ♪

♪ The stamping of the hog ♪

♪ All serve their clouded purpose ♪

♪ Beyond the sand and cold ♪

♪ Lithe fingers cloaked in shadow ♪

♪ Spin darkness into gold ♪

♪ As I work this wheel ♪

♪ Evolving over time ♪

♪ As wrinkles grow I feel ♪

♪ The thirst within my mind ♪

♪ As I work this wheel ♪

♪ Evolving over time ♪

♪ As wrinkles grow I feel ♪

♪ The thirst within my mind ♪

♪ This cold, blue, violence ♪

♪ That you know ♪

♪ Is so hard for me to swallow ♪

♪ And all these moments lost ♪

♪ In choking rage ♪

♪ Slide of me, like sand
swept off the page ♪

♪ And all your vitriol ♪

♪ It makes no sense ♪

♪ You're a prisoner to
cold, blue, violence ♪

♪ This bird with tattered
wings flies at night ♪

♪ Hopes to hide before the daylight ♪

♪ Sets the predator
upon her shaking tail ♪

♪ To be caught would be to
leave this mortal coil ♪

♪ Is it me, is this what you came to see ♪

♪ Because it makes no
sense this cold, blue, ♪

♪ Is it me, is this what you came to see ♪

♪ Because it makes no sense
this cold, blue, violence ♪

♪ Cold, blue, violence ♪