Helter Skelter
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- 2004
- 180 min
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So is he coming or what?
- He'll be here.
- I hope.
He's gonna straighten this all out.
- He wants his money.
- What money, man?
He says you have money.
- He wants it.
- Bobby, if I had any fricking money...
...I would have given it to you
the first time you hit me, all right?
You know?
Charlie, hey.
What's going on, man? Hey.
Here's what you're gonna do, unless
you want to lose your other ear.
- What's that?
- No. No!
You're gonna sign over
everything you have to us.
What is everything?
Everything means everything.
Everywhere you look. There's a house,
that's part of everything, we'll take it.
Is that a car outside?
We'll take that too.
Everything.
I want that money that you owe me,
and if you don't pay me...
...what you owe me,
then I'll pay you what you owe me.
- Okay.
- Okay, okay.
Okay. Charlie. Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay, okay.
Here, take... Take it!
That's it. That's the house.
That's the car.
That's all I got, l... I swear.
There's no money.
That's it, man.
We ain't gonna get nothing out of him.
We can't leave him.
He'll call the police.
Well, you know what to do.
Bobby, no.
Don't do this, man.
Bobby, don't do it.
Don't do it, man! No! No!
It's like being in a movie.
Yeah, Charlie has a deal with the owner.
And we help him run the place.
There's about 25 of us here altogether.
Charlie takes real good care of us.
He's like our savior.
When do I meet Charlie?
I don't know.
And don't ask.
He'll find you.
Thanks for telling me
about this place, Gypsy.
- I had nowhere else to go.
- Sure. Hey, guys.
Hey.
- This is Linda.
- Hi.
Linda, Sadie...
...Katie, Paul.
- Hey.
- And Tex over there.
- What's her name?
- Tanya.
- She's beautiful.
- Thank you.
We'll see you at dinner.
Don't worry.
She'll be with all the other kids.
See, Charlie wants all the children raised by
everybody, not just the mother, the father.
He says that that's how we get rid of the
ego that parents put in their kids. Come on.
Bye.
Hey, George.
- Hey, Squeaky.
- Hi.
This here is Linda.
- Howdy.
- She's gonna be staying with us.
Linda, this is George Spahn.
He's the owner of the ranch.
And this is Squeaky.
She's like his Seeing Eye dog.
L... I wanted a few things out of that.
What's yours is ours,
and what's ours is yours.
Do you have any credit cards?
- No.
- Driver's license?
Yeah.
- I wanted that picture of my mother.
- No, you don't.
Welcome to the family.
Man, I guess I goofed
that one up too, didn't I?
Listen, I can play, man.
I can play.
I just, I'm not used to all these...
...microphone things pointing at you...
- Dennis.
Where'd you find this guy?
He found me.
Him and his pack lived with me.
Got too crazy though.
- Kicked him out?
- I had to move out.
Bought a new house.
My manager got rid of him eventually.
Give him some happy right now.
- Has he done anything?
- Put one of his songs on our 20/20 album.
B-side of a single.
Didn't make much noise.
I feel that happy.
Okay, now, Rosie...
- Was he really in prison?
- Major.
- Is he dangerous?
- Look at his eyes, you tell me.
People will love him for that alone.
Hey, listen, let me explain something to
you, man. I wrote a couple hundred songs.
And then I get down here,
and I just, you know, kind of forgot.
Charlie, this is Terry Melcher.
- I've heard a lot about you, Charlie.
- Oh, man, man.
I wish someone would have let me know
that you were coming down, man.
This is what I'm trying to do, man.
I'm trying to take that sound and stretch
it out. So maybe we could...
...play it back and see if there's something
that looks like a song in there.
And get it out, man.
Because I've got to get an album out.
- What's the rush, Charlie?
- How about I got plans. I got a message.
How about you know what I got. You know
what I'm talking about and you know...
...wouldn't it be nice,
as you would say, Mr. Beach Boy...
...if I didn't have any
of my words changed this time.
We made your song better, Charlie.
Oh, now see, you made my song bomb.
See, you only had the B right there,
Beach Boy.
You know, by the way, the official title of
that song, you know, we like to call that...
...,, Dennis Wilson Is a Real Wussy.,,
You'd think he'd be happy having
a tune on an album. Not Charlie.
Look, I'll tell you what.
We'll get some people together
out to the ranch...
...you play, we can see
what you're about.
What kind of people you talking about?
Record-type guys?
Absolutely. You can tell them
some of your prison stories.
- And maybe Terry will come.
- If I can.
Don't count on it.
Nice to meet you.
- Don't count on it. If I could...
How about absolutely Thursday?
How about absolutely...?
- I got a busy week.
- Bring them contracts.
Well, I heard something about...
What was it, Thursday?
His friends missed him at some
bagpipe parade in Santa Monica.
Bagpipe parade?
Well, that could certainly explain
getting stabbed to death.
ID?
Gary Hinman, music teacher.
Multiple stab wounds in the chest,
and his left ear has been cut off.
Oh, yeah, and the neighbor
says his car is missing.
Is that blood?
It's being tested, but yeah, it is.
Black Panthers?
Open wide.
Far out.
Thank you.
- There you go.
- That's all for you.
I hear that.
No, not yet.
We have to wait till the dogs eat
before the girls do.
Why?
Is that what you said?
That word...
...I can't even get it out of my mouth.
- Gypsy, help me out.
- She said... Why?
That word. There's no such thing as
that word here.,, Why,...
...is banned.,, Why,, don't belong here.
,, Why,, is just...
How come you don't know that?
She just came today, Charlie.
Well, why don't you tell me about it?
I split up with my husband.
Actually, he dumped us.
Me and my daughter.
We were all gonna go down
to South America.
Where you been living?
We were staying in some pretty cool
communes in New Mexico...
...and then we came down here.
So, what are you looking for, woman?
Wait, let me think. Jesus, maybe?
You looking for old J.C.?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Well, if you're looking to do
your looking around here...
Excuse me, darling.
You're gonna have to
bring us something.
Bring you what?
Well, I don't know.
You got to look around you.
And don't look from here.
You got to look from right here.
Look out there.
Look at the people you know.
You see them out there?
What do they have?
Look at all they have,
and ask yourself, from here...
...you really think they need all of that?
All those dollar bills and all them cars?
Candy.
So let your heart bring us something...
...that will show us your heart.
We met the Beach Boys today.
One of the Beach Boys,
Dennis Wilson.
Is that the one that sings real high?
They all sing real high, Sadie.
Well, it was a Beach Boy, anyway.
Who was the other guy?
- Doris Day's son.
- Really?
Terry Melcher.
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