Show: The Dead Zone - 4x6
I had a perfect life.
I have been in coma since 6 years.
When i wake up, i found my fianc�e married...
...
to an other man...
Raising my son.
Everything has changed...
Including me.
One touch, and i see things...
Things that had happend, things that will happend...
You should see what i see...
Where are we going?
Sarah, the whole point of a surprise is for me not to have to answer these questions.
Walt, can you help me out here?
Oh, oh wait.
I'm just along for the ride...
Trust me.
This'll be worth it.
Okay.
Okay, you can look now.
You brought me to 'open mike' night?
Yeah.
Oh my God.
Darren Foldes?
Who the heck is this Derek Foldes?
Darren Foldes, Walt.
Son of the greatest singer-songwriter of our generation.
Roy Foldes?
You remmeber, I told you.
I followed his tour when I was 17.
Roy Foldes!
Didn't that guy drive his car off a cliff right?
This is a song that you might know...
it was written by my father...
and it's called, "I'll Remember. "
There's so much too talk about.
How we'll work it out.
Think they will remember.
We gather pieces seem to fit together.
So long all day, so long all night.
So long you'll make it through the fights...
and when the darkness comes...
I'll remember.
The days when we weren't afraid.
The days when our love was strange.
Hey, Darren.
we really enjoyed the show man.
Really.
Thanks for comin' out.
Well, it was...
it was loud!
You got another gig in the area?
I'm in Philly day after tomorrow.
If they've sold any tickets.
Hey, is that your dad's Fender?
One and only.
Bought it off some guy on eBay.
You weren't close?
No.
Would you mind if I check it...?
No...
Knock yourself out man.
All the songs written on this?
I'll give ya a hundred bucks.
This thing used to belong to that dead rock star, Roy Foldes.
Dude, that guy died like fifteen years ago.
One fifty with the case.
What the hell, I don't need it anymore.
Hey, man, you all right?
Yeah.
I saw him!
I swear I saw Roy Foldes.
Johnny, he died 18 years ago.
His car dropped more than 100 feet into the ocean.
They never found his body.
That's true.
Wait a sec.
Let's assume that he is still alive, why would he do that?
That's a good question Walt, I'll ask him when I find him.
You really think we could?
What is this we stuff?
You're not seriously thinking about doing this are you?
Still can't hear out of the right ear.
Since when I become my father?
That music really brought me back tonight.
Made me think about things, old feelings.
Yeah, about John?
No.
Well, I mean yeah, Johnny was part of it, but...
it's not what you think.
No, it's just...
The music inspired me...
gave me a lot of the strength in a really difficult time.
Then I think you should go with him.
Are you serious?
Yes, I'm serious.
If it's important you, it's important to me.
So you don't mind me just taking off with Johnny?
I might mind you taking off with johnny if you put it that way.
No, you know what I mean.
I do, I do.
Look Sarah, I never thought I'll get married.
I just thought that someone wasn't on the radar for me.
Then I met you...
and everything changed.
I'd finally met someone that I could trust...
and someone who could trust me.
So, if you want to go find this guy, I think you should.
I'll be here when you get back.
You are just...
the most amazing man.
What's that?
I didn't hear you.
Shut up.
I haven't had a double scoop chocolate shake since...
the last time we were on a road trip.
Junk food...
the fuel of youth.
I can't believe we're on the road trip looking for Roy Foldes?
Hey, remember our first trip together?
We went to Woodstock right?
Just to say we were there.
I met him once you know.
Roy Foldes?
He was as far away from me as you are right now.
I must sound like some crazed fan.
You sound like somebody that really loved the music.
So, you think his old tour manager will know something?
Maybe.
He's the CEO of a major record label.
You know, there's maybe a handful a guys in the music business that can make or break a career with one phone call.
I'm one of them.
But when I hear there's a psychic sitting in the lobby with information about a rock star that's been dead for twenty years, well...
I've gotta take a minute, right?
All right, Mister Smith, you're on the clock.
I realize this sounds crazy but...
I have reason to believe that Roy Foldes is still alive.
Because you saw him?
Yes.
In the flesh?
In my mind.
35 seconds.
I have no reason to lie about this.
I figured since you and Roy were friends, you might be interested to know that he's still out there somewhere.
You know, Roy was like every other rock star...
he was a self-centered pain in the ass.
He was also gifted.
I'd put him right up there with Dylan and Morrison on raw talent.
But he was not immortal.
He drove his car into off a cliff the ocean.
They never found his body.
Okay, let me explain something to you.
People fall in love with musicians because they represent the best part of us.
And because they mark a time and place in our lives that we don't want to let go of.
But I can assure you, Roy's time has come and gone.
And sadly so has ours.
It was nice meeting you.
Oh...
Thank you for your time.
Do you know how much money I've got riding on this?
Do you?
You want me to throw it all away for what?!
A groupie?!
Crystal's not a groupie Nathan.
I love her.
Mr.
Berk, who is "Crystal"?
Goodbye, Mister Smith.
Did you see Berk?
I saw him.
What did he say?
It's not what he said, it's what he didn't say.
You saw something, didn't you?
Berk and Roy Foldes were arguing.
Something about someone named 'Crystal'.
It seemed personal.
Excuse me.
You're Johnny Smith?
Is that a question?
Doug Driscoll.
Rock Life Magazine.
Hi.
What do you want?
How about a quote?
What are you talking about?
A well known psychic calls the head of a major record label to get the 411 on a dead rocker...
and you don't think that's gonna..
leak?
No comment.
We should work together?
I'm gonna write it one way or another.
What part of the word 'no' don't you understand?
At least look at this.
An address?
Why should we listen to you?
Because I can help you find Roy Foldes.
Yeah well, you know, I've been in the personal antiquities business for over 10 years now.
So you're some kind of collector?
I like to consider myself, you know, as a broker of broken dreams.
So you sell stuff that used to belong to dead musicians.
I don't specifically specialize in deceased rock star memorabilia, but I do consider it a growth industry.
But do you have anything of Roy Foldes or not?
I don't know.
Does this count?
My God...
Exactly.
The 1981 Corvette that Roy Foldes kamikazed into the Atlantic Ocean.
Fully restored.
Do you mind?
No, no go ahead.
Don't get too comfortable, I've got a buyer lined up.
Dude, are you okay?
What happened?
Did you see something?
Roy Foldes wasn't even in that car when it went over that cliff.
Thank you.
This next is an original tune.
Play "I'll Remember"!
What a load of crap!
Play "I'll Remember"!
Look, I already played that song.
So could you...
shut up and let me finish this one?
Why don't you jump off a cliff like your old man!
That's original.
Grab a table.
I'm gonna find a bathroom.
Ok.
Hello.
Small world, isn't it?
Is it?
We met the other night after your show the other night in Portland.
Oh yeah.
Hello.
Hey.
I saw the show tonight.
Crazy, right?
I can't believe how some people act.
How 'bout that guy in the front?
He didn't look quite so large from the stage.
I would have loved to heard that original song.
That makes you a majority of one.
What's this?
That is my cellphone number.
I'm in town until tomorrow.
No...
I'm...
I'm married.
Can't blame a guy for trying.
My dad was a real ladies man.
So I hear.
You never met him?
I didn't even know he was my father 'til a few years ago.
Wow.
I'm sure he's really proud of you, wherever he is.
What's that suppose to mean?
I just meant...
What is it with you people?
I mean, I understand not being able to let go of the music, but...
can't you let the poor sucker rest in peace?
What was that about?
There's just something so sad about him.
It must be tough to live your life in the shadow of a legend.
You kids enjoy the show?
Johnny you ready to start working with me on this?
I asked you to stop following us.
I'm not following you, I'm following the story.
There is no story.
Why are you shadowing the kid?
It can't be his music.
What do you know about it?
Do you play?
Sing?
I'm entitled to my opinion.
You know what they say about opinions?
What did you see inside the Corvette Johnny?
Let's go.
You saw him, didn't you?
C'mon, let me in on?!
You show me yours, I show you mine.
You guys, inside the Corvette...
what did you see?
Come on, let me in.
What's that?
Darren's cellphone number.
He hit on you?
Surprised?
I'm impressed.
I was thinking...
if Roy really is out there...
maybe he's still in touch with somebody from his past.
The question is 'who'?
How far is it to Rockland County?
How did you know about this place?
It was mentioned on a Roy Foldes tribute CD.
It said that his writing partner, Stephen Vickings, retired and opened a vintage record shop.
We don't have any gangsta rap records, if that's what you're lookin' for?
We were wondering if you have any Roy Foldes albums?
Albums?
Lemme guess, refugees from the "Totally 80's" right?
At least I cut my mullet.
We're big fans.
I must know all the words of every song you ever wrote.
I followed the last tour you did with Roy...
You two must have been close?
Like brothers.
I miss his energy.
His passion.
But mostly...
I miss his gumbo.
Gumbo?
You never heard of Roy's famous Cajun gumbo before?
Now, that was worth drivin' all night for.
It must have been hard when he died.
Not if you're drunk 24-7.
Here's some free advice: if you ever decide to dive into a swimming pool at 3 in the morning, make sure there's water in it.
Seeing as how you guys are such diehard fans, I've got something really special to show you...
Oh my God.
Is this for real?
The original lyrics to "I'll Remember. "
In Roy's own handwriting.
Let's try that one again Roy.
Hold on man!
What's wrong, dude, that was hot.
I'm not feelin' it.
Just gimme ten minutes of fresh air.
Oh My God?!
I am SO sorry.
I didn't even see you.
It's cool.
There's no harm done.
I am totally fired for this.
Here, lemme help you with that.
Have we met before?
Maybe in another life?
I gotta go.
I'm sorry again.
Hey, do you like music?
do you like live music?
Who doesn't?
Have you ever been to Elysian Fields?
There was a girl.
There were a lot of girls.
Was Roy ever involved with a girl named Crystal?
Not that I recall, but we were pretty trashed those days.
What about Elysian Fields?
Now, that was a kick-ass show.
Too bad they tore it down.
The Field's are gone?
Changed.
I don't believe this.
It's hard to believe anything beautiful ever happened here.
This all used to be green grass, and the stage sat right over there.
And we were standing right over here!
There was a huge parking lot filled with arts and crafts...
The camp grounds was over here.
I was standing against the fence...
trying to get a glimpse of the band...
Come on.
Follow me.
ROY FOLDES!
There he is!
Are we allowed back here?
It's cool.
Just stay with me.
Roy you're late!
I'm here now.
Nathan, this is...
Do you know how much security costs me in overtime?
Come on, man!
Crowd's goin' crazy!
I don't even know your name?
Aubrey.
No, that won't do...
What?
Crystal.
With eyes like, your name has to be Crystal.
Wait here.
Whatever you do, don't talk that man.
He's the Devil.
The girl we've been looking for.
Her real name is Aubrey.
Aubrey...
I know that name...
Yeah, here.
Track one, no...
six.
Six feet under...
This is the last record Roy ever made.
I'm free like you.
I'm free like you.
Six feet under.
Can you hear me?
Wait!
Wait!
I finally got out.
I looked at the world to see in your eyes...
I never figured it out.
What took you away Aubrey?
Hear that? "
What took you away Aubrey".
How can you remember that stuff?
Some people hear the music.
Some people listen.
We still need to find something that Roy and Aubrey shared.
How about a motel room?
What?
It says here in the liner notes... "
I would like to thank Sid and Bonnie at the Lakeside Motel...
for giving me a place to lay his head while he made this record. "
We might get a hit, see what happened.
I feel like a peeping tom.
Nothing but some puking prom dates and a traveling bus tour of 'CATS'.
Maybe someday we'll unlock the door to our own little house?
Roy Foldes, are you asking me to marry you?
Only if you promise not to tell anybody.
Because a happily married rock star...
it's bad for business.
Have you told anybody?
Stephen.
And Nathan?
Nathan, Nathan...
That's going to be a little bit harder.
Are you sure you want to give up the life of a rock 'n' roll star?
Aubrey.
Let me get back to you on that?
This is it.
This is where Roy and Aubrey stayed.
After we check this out, I'll drop your suitcase next door to your room.
How lucky is business is off and we could get the room.
Not exactly the penthouse suite.
I guess when you're in love, the furniture doesn't matter.
Roy?
What you're doing back so soon?
I thought you were going to the studio...
Aubrey was murdered.
Right here in this room.
Why would anybody want to kill her?
I don't know, but I think she knew the person who did it.
Walt?
I found her.
Nassau County, Long Island, has a death certificate for an Aubrey Henderson.
She OD'ed the same year Roy died.
But it says here the body was found in her apartment.
That can't be right.
Johnny saw her die in the bathroom of the motel.
Unless somebody moved the body.
Sarah, your quirky missing person's case has turned into cold blooded murder.
And you should back off and let the police take over.
After coming this far?
We just need a little more time.
Then, if we can't find Roy, we'll call the police.
Allright, but promise me if anything else out of the ordinary happens, you'll come home?
Ok?
Sarah?
I promise.
I promise.
I'll call you later.
He's right, Sarah.
If we tell the police they'll want evidence.
We need to figure out who had a motive to kill Aubrey.
He asked her to marry him.
What?
In the vision, Roy brought the idea of them getting married.
He laughed about it.
How it might ruin his rock star image.
There it is.
Who is suffer if Roy's career suddenly ended?
Oh, my God!
What happened?
Hi.
I figured you'd end up here.
They came out of nowhere.
They were like...
ninjas.
They took everything.
They took my tapes, my notes, everything.
And you think it had something to do with Roy Foldes?
Why would my editor kill the story?
Somebody...
wants this thing buried.
Somebody with heavy clout.
Nathan Berk.
Berk?
Bingo.
Who else has that kind of influence and power?
The guy is very twisted, and he's very dangerous, and very connected.
Which is why I wanna go drink this headache off in the nearest bar.
What are you doing?
I'm getting you out of here.
Walt can meet you at the train station.
I'm not going anywhere.
Sarah, there's a killer out there.
Ok, please.
I need to be here.
Why?
Give me your hand.
It was because of you.
I used to come sit beside your bed.
I would put my headset on you and play Roy's records.
Everybody thought I was crazy, but I knew we were connected through the music.
I didn't know...
how was live without you.
But JJ needed a mother, and...
I had to move on with my life.
When I realized...
that Roy might be out there somewhere, I knew that I needed to find him.
I have to tell him...
how much his music meant to me, how he helped me find the light over the darkness.
And maybe, I could return the favor.
If Roy's death was a lie, I need to know.
I need to see it for myself.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Berk.
I tried to stop him.
It's alright, Janice.
Call security.
Hey you know, Janice, why don't you make a real party and call the police while you're at it, ok?
I'm a busy man.
I don't have time...
Why don't you make time.
Christ!
She's OD.
I don't know what happened.
She wanted to get some sleep while I was up at the studio.
Look at me!
Look at me!
We have to get you out of here, now...
I'm not leaving her.
Not like this...
Are you kidding me?
You know how much money I've got renting on this?
You want to throw this away, for what?
A groupie?!
Crystal's not a groupie.
I love her.
Roy, listen to me.
We're in the middle of a North American tour.
The press finds this chick dead in your hotel room and this is over.
You're over, boy!
She's already dead, you've got the next minute to decide if your career dies here with her.
You were there.
You covered up Aubrey's death, didn't you?
Did you kill her, too?
You have no idea what you're talking about.
Money.
Lot's of money.
If Roy takes off with Aubrey, you're back booking one hit wonders.
Can you imagine how much money could have been made if John Lennon didn't married Yoko Ono?
Maybe five, six Beatles records.
It's big business.
I didn't kill anybody.
And besides, Roy Foldes is dead.
What about his son?
What about him?
Doesn't he deserve a chance to know what really happened to his father?
Darren Foldes is a disaster waiting to happen.
I've tried to help the kid, that's the truth.
But the thing is he is never gonna be his father.
I sent a guy down to tape his show last night.
Play "I'll Remember"!
Dude, I already played that song.
So could you...
shut up and let me finish the song?
Why don't you go jump off a cliff like your old man!
Security, escort this man out of the building.
I can find my way out, excuse me.
Darren's show, the one in Philly...
Roy was there.
You saw him?
He was in the back...
in the dark.
He watches his son play.
That means if we find Darren...
We might find Roy.
Show's been canceled?
That's what the sign says.
What happened?
Jack Daniel's, Johnny Walker, take your pick.
Why, he was drunk?
Looked like he'd been up all night.
You a friend of his?
Yeah, in a way.
Well, if you see him, tell him he's not getting paid.
And...
give him back this.
I was in Roy's Corvette again, as it was going over the cliff.
Only it was different this time.
I was driving and this guitar was in the passenger seat.
Where's Darren playing tomorrow?
I don't know.
The box.
Here they are!
What's that?
Memories.
Tickets stub, every concert I had ever been to.
Ok, look...
We started in Portland.
Then to Philly.
Then to New York.
And finally, Boston.
Darren's touring the same cities in the exact sequence that Roy did before he died.
It gets even weirder.
Do you know what tomorrow is?
No, but I'm sure it's not something good.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Roy's death.
Johnny, I don't think your vision was Roy's death...
I think it was Darren's.
How much farther?
Maybe 30 miles.
Roy's car took a dive off the cliff just after sunrise.
If Darren's recreating his father's death...
We're never gonna make it.
Maybe we don't have to.
I'm busy...
call back later.
Darren!
Listen don't hang up!
It's Johnny Smith!
Who?
Johnny Smith.
The guy who's been following you around?
What do you want?
How did you get this number?
It doesn't matter.
I know what you're planning to do.
Man, you don't even know me.
I know your pain.
At least, I can imagine it.
Trying to live up to the memory of someone you never even met.
You have no idea.
Then tell me.
Tell me how it feels?
Darren?
You're there?
I love the music.
I love the feeling...
when you're able to...
reach out and...
touch somebody's soul.
That must be a great feeling.
Except nobody wants me, not the real me.
They want that thing, that part of me...
that doesn't exist.
They want him.
If that's what they want, that's what they gonna get.
Darren, if you drive off that cliff, you still won't be your father.
You'll just be a Rock'n roll footnote.
You will be a bad joke that somebody talk in a party.
That's the problem, bro.
I am a joke.
I always have been.
Darren?
Dammit!
What did he say?
I think we're too late.
Headline reads! "
Struggling musician...
commits suicide, album goes gold...
and nobody cares... "
Are you okay?
I don't know.
I'm drunk.
Which is probably a good thing to be if you're gonna throw yourself out of car movin' 60 miles per.
I'm just glad you changed your mind.
There's still one thing I can't figure out.
What's that?
Who are you people?
We're fans.
Big fans.
Looks like you dropped some fan mail here. "
I've seen you play... "
"...
like your father. "
"...
don't give up. "
"A loyal fan. "
I think I know where Roy is.
This is the place.
How's our boy?
He hasn't budged.
I still not think he believes us.
Oh, my God.
That's him, isn't it?
That's him.
What do we say?
Just tell him how you feel.
Me?
Yeah.
I'll be inside if you need me okay?
You look just the way I remember.
I mean, you've get a couple of pounds and you grew your hair but...
I could never forget those eyes.
Lady, you got me confused with someone else.
You're Roy Foldes.
My Name's Mitch.
I'm a cook.
Gumbo, right?
It wasn't your fault, you know.
Excuse me?
Aubrey.
I know that you blamed yourself for her death, but she didn't overdose.
She was murdered.
By somebody close to you.
Who are you?
Somebody that you helped through a tough situation one time.
Somebody who want to return the favor.
Lady.
Roy Foldes is dead, he's dust in the wind.
Allright, well, maybe you could tell that to his son?
He nearly killed himself a few hours ago.
And I imagine he'll probably try again...
unless somebody gives him a reason why he shouldn't.
This is awkward.
Yeah, it is.
I don't know where to start.
I've...
I've heard you play a few times.
You've seen me on the stage?
Yeah.
You're good.
You're a little heavy in the right hand, but you can fix that.
I was born with these stubby fingers.
Yeah.
Darren, there's just so much I need to tell you.
Things that I need to explain.
I'm just...
We got time, right?
Yeah, we got some time.
Alright.
So you found him?
I'm impressed.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't play games with me.
You just had to keep digging, you couldn't let it go, could you?
You sure this is what you want?
You know there's no turning back after this...
The world can deal with one more dead rock star.
Okay.
Thanks Nathan.
If you can't trust a friend to kill you, who can you trust?
You knew the whole time?
This is none of your business!
Nathan!
It's over.
You helped Roy fake his own death.
You know, for a psychic, it takes you a long time to catch on.
So, if Nathan didn't killed Aubrey, then who did?
That's Aubrey's bracelet...
wasn't it?
That's right.
Would you mind?
Roy?
I think you better bring Roy inside this.
Let's go.
You found him?
Huh?
I knew you would.
Found who?
Right.
Make sure there's tape in that thing, I am about to make music history.
Doug!
How do you feel about a byline on the front page?
You two come back for more rock 'n' roll stories?
No, we came to tell you one.
Man, I loved this record.
This carried me through high school.
You could say it was the soundtrack of our teenage lives.
Look, I got work to do...
You co-wrote these songs...
but you never wrote again after Roy died.
How come?
It's simple.
I lost my inspiration.
Or maybe you never wrote them to begin with.
You and Roy were childhood friends.
There were rumors that he let you put your name down and collect fifty percent of the royalties.
Everything was fine until Aubrey came along.
Roy get tired of the grind.
He wanted to get off the road, right?
Wanna settle down and get married.
But that became a problem for you.
So, you had to find a way to change his mind.
Seems you murdered the woman that he loved and made it look like an overdose.
Roy wasn't thinking straight.
You murdered her.
It was his career.
You stuck a needle in her...
and left her body lying on the bathroom floor.
I did what I needed to do!
I ain't say anything more.
Oh, you've said plenty.
You get all that, Doug?
Every word.
All those years, you think you know what's real and what's not.
Then it all turns out to be lies.
Not all of it, right.
I know I promised not to spill the beans...
but if you change your mind, you can make offers, ya?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay.
So...
What happens now?
I don't know.
It's seems like a waste of energy to try to step back into the spotlight.
Besides, I think I might know someone who can do it better.
I don't know what to say to you people.
Thank you seems a little weak.
Just promise me you'll never disappear again.
I'll make sure of that.
I hope we did the right thing.
They'll be okay.
Yeah.
Hey, don't cry.
I was just thinking about the choices we have to make in life.
How you don't really know if you were doing the right or the wrong thing.
Regrets?
I have a husband who loves me unconditionally, a little boy that makes everyday seem brand new...
and I got a dear friend that would do anything for me.
What's to regret?
What's to regret?
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I have been in coma since 6 years.
When i wake up, i found my fianc�e married...
...
to an other man...
Raising my son.
Everything has changed...
Including me.
One touch, and i see things...
Things that had happend, things that will happend...
You should see what i see...
Where are we going?
Sarah, the whole point of a surprise is for me not to have to answer these questions.
Walt, can you help me out here?
Oh, oh wait.
I'm just along for the ride...
Trust me.
This'll be worth it.
Okay.
Okay, you can look now.
You brought me to 'open mike' night?
Yeah.
Oh my God.
Darren Foldes?
Who the heck is this Derek Foldes?
Darren Foldes, Walt.
Son of the greatest singer-songwriter of our generation.
Roy Foldes?
You remmeber, I told you.
I followed his tour when I was 17.
Roy Foldes!
Didn't that guy drive his car off a cliff right?
This is a song that you might know...
it was written by my father...
and it's called, "I'll Remember. "
There's so much too talk about.
How we'll work it out.
Think they will remember.
We gather pieces seem to fit together.
So long all day, so long all night.
So long you'll make it through the fights...
and when the darkness comes...
I'll remember.
The days when we weren't afraid.
The days when our love was strange.
Hey, Darren.
we really enjoyed the show man.
Really.
Thanks for comin' out.
Well, it was...
it was loud!
You got another gig in the area?
I'm in Philly day after tomorrow.
If they've sold any tickets.
Hey, is that your dad's Fender?
One and only.
Bought it off some guy on eBay.
You weren't close?
No.
Would you mind if I check it...?
No...
Knock yourself out man.
All the songs written on this?
I'll give ya a hundred bucks.
This thing used to belong to that dead rock star, Roy Foldes.
Dude, that guy died like fifteen years ago.
One fifty with the case.
What the hell, I don't need it anymore.
Hey, man, you all right?
Yeah.
I saw him!
I swear I saw Roy Foldes.
Johnny, he died 18 years ago.
His car dropped more than 100 feet into the ocean.
They never found his body.
That's true.
Wait a sec.
Let's assume that he is still alive, why would he do that?
That's a good question Walt, I'll ask him when I find him.
You really think we could?
What is this we stuff?
You're not seriously thinking about doing this are you?
Still can't hear out of the right ear.
Since when I become my father?
That music really brought me back tonight.
Made me think about things, old feelings.
Yeah, about John?
No.
Well, I mean yeah, Johnny was part of it, but...
it's not what you think.
No, it's just...
The music inspired me...
gave me a lot of the strength in a really difficult time.
Then I think you should go with him.
Are you serious?
Yes, I'm serious.
If it's important you, it's important to me.
So you don't mind me just taking off with Johnny?
I might mind you taking off with johnny if you put it that way.
No, you know what I mean.
I do, I do.
Look Sarah, I never thought I'll get married.
I just thought that someone wasn't on the radar for me.
Then I met you...
and everything changed.
I'd finally met someone that I could trust...
and someone who could trust me.
So, if you want to go find this guy, I think you should.
I'll be here when you get back.
You are just...
the most amazing man.
What's that?
I didn't hear you.
Shut up.
I haven't had a double scoop chocolate shake since...
the last time we were on a road trip.
Junk food...
the fuel of youth.
I can't believe we're on the road trip looking for Roy Foldes?
Hey, remember our first trip together?
We went to Woodstock right?
Just to say we were there.
I met him once you know.
Roy Foldes?
He was as far away from me as you are right now.
I must sound like some crazed fan.
You sound like somebody that really loved the music.
So, you think his old tour manager will know something?
Maybe.
He's the CEO of a major record label.
You know, there's maybe a handful a guys in the music business that can make or break a career with one phone call.
I'm one of them.
But when I hear there's a psychic sitting in the lobby with information about a rock star that's been dead for twenty years, well...
I've gotta take a minute, right?
All right, Mister Smith, you're on the clock.
I realize this sounds crazy but...
I have reason to believe that Roy Foldes is still alive.
Because you saw him?
Yes.
In the flesh?
In my mind.
35 seconds.
I have no reason to lie about this.
I figured since you and Roy were friends, you might be interested to know that he's still out there somewhere.
You know, Roy was like every other rock star...
he was a self-centered pain in the ass.
He was also gifted.
I'd put him right up there with Dylan and Morrison on raw talent.
But he was not immortal.
He drove his car into off a cliff the ocean.
They never found his body.
Okay, let me explain something to you.
People fall in love with musicians because they represent the best part of us.
And because they mark a time and place in our lives that we don't want to let go of.
But I can assure you, Roy's time has come and gone.
And sadly so has ours.
It was nice meeting you.
Oh...
Thank you for your time.
Do you know how much money I've got riding on this?
Do you?
You want me to throw it all away for what?!
A groupie?!
Crystal's not a groupie Nathan.
I love her.
Mr.
Berk, who is "Crystal"?
Goodbye, Mister Smith.
Did you see Berk?
I saw him.
What did he say?
It's not what he said, it's what he didn't say.
You saw something, didn't you?
Berk and Roy Foldes were arguing.
Something about someone named 'Crystal'.
It seemed personal.
Excuse me.
You're Johnny Smith?
Is that a question?
Doug Driscoll.
Rock Life Magazine.
Hi.
What do you want?
How about a quote?
What are you talking about?
A well known psychic calls the head of a major record label to get the 411 on a dead rocker...
and you don't think that's gonna..
leak?
No comment.
We should work together?
I'm gonna write it one way or another.
What part of the word 'no' don't you understand?
At least look at this.
An address?
Why should we listen to you?
Because I can help you find Roy Foldes.
Yeah well, you know, I've been in the personal antiquities business for over 10 years now.
So you're some kind of collector?
I like to consider myself, you know, as a broker of broken dreams.
So you sell stuff that used to belong to dead musicians.
I don't specifically specialize in deceased rock star memorabilia, but I do consider it a growth industry.
But do you have anything of Roy Foldes or not?
I don't know.
Does this count?
My God...
Exactly.
The 1981 Corvette that Roy Foldes kamikazed into the Atlantic Ocean.
Fully restored.
Do you mind?
No, no go ahead.
Don't get too comfortable, I've got a buyer lined up.
Dude, are you okay?
What happened?
Did you see something?
Roy Foldes wasn't even in that car when it went over that cliff.
Thank you.
This next is an original tune.
Play "I'll Remember"!
What a load of crap!
Play "I'll Remember"!
Look, I already played that song.
So could you...
shut up and let me finish this one?
Why don't you jump off a cliff like your old man!
That's original.
Grab a table.
I'm gonna find a bathroom.
Ok.
Hello.
Small world, isn't it?
Is it?
We met the other night after your show the other night in Portland.
Oh yeah.
Hello.
Hey.
I saw the show tonight.
Crazy, right?
I can't believe how some people act.
How 'bout that guy in the front?
He didn't look quite so large from the stage.
I would have loved to heard that original song.
That makes you a majority of one.
What's this?
That is my cellphone number.
I'm in town until tomorrow.
No...
I'm...
I'm married.
Can't blame a guy for trying.
My dad was a real ladies man.
So I hear.
You never met him?
I didn't even know he was my father 'til a few years ago.
Wow.
I'm sure he's really proud of you, wherever he is.
What's that suppose to mean?
I just meant...
What is it with you people?
I mean, I understand not being able to let go of the music, but...
can't you let the poor sucker rest in peace?
What was that about?
There's just something so sad about him.
It must be tough to live your life in the shadow of a legend.
You kids enjoy the show?
Johnny you ready to start working with me on this?
I asked you to stop following us.
I'm not following you, I'm following the story.
There is no story.
Why are you shadowing the kid?
It can't be his music.
What do you know about it?
Do you play?
Sing?
I'm entitled to my opinion.
You know what they say about opinions?
What did you see inside the Corvette Johnny?
Let's go.
You saw him, didn't you?
C'mon, let me in on?!
You show me yours, I show you mine.
You guys, inside the Corvette...
what did you see?
Come on, let me in.
What's that?
Darren's cellphone number.
He hit on you?
Surprised?
I'm impressed.
I was thinking...
if Roy really is out there...
maybe he's still in touch with somebody from his past.
The question is 'who'?
How far is it to Rockland County?
How did you know about this place?
It was mentioned on a Roy Foldes tribute CD.
It said that his writing partner, Stephen Vickings, retired and opened a vintage record shop.
We don't have any gangsta rap records, if that's what you're lookin' for?
We were wondering if you have any Roy Foldes albums?
Albums?
Lemme guess, refugees from the "Totally 80's" right?
At least I cut my mullet.
We're big fans.
I must know all the words of every song you ever wrote.
I followed the last tour you did with Roy...
You two must have been close?
Like brothers.
I miss his energy.
His passion.
But mostly...
I miss his gumbo.
Gumbo?
You never heard of Roy's famous Cajun gumbo before?
Now, that was worth drivin' all night for.
It must have been hard when he died.
Not if you're drunk 24-7.
Here's some free advice: if you ever decide to dive into a swimming pool at 3 in the morning, make sure there's water in it.
Seeing as how you guys are such diehard fans, I've got something really special to show you...
Oh my God.
Is this for real?
The original lyrics to "I'll Remember. "
In Roy's own handwriting.
Let's try that one again Roy.
Hold on man!
What's wrong, dude, that was hot.
I'm not feelin' it.
Just gimme ten minutes of fresh air.
Oh My God?!
I am SO sorry.
I didn't even see you.
It's cool.
There's no harm done.
I am totally fired for this.
Here, lemme help you with that.
Have we met before?
Maybe in another life?
I gotta go.
I'm sorry again.
Hey, do you like music?
do you like live music?
Who doesn't?
Have you ever been to Elysian Fields?
There was a girl.
There were a lot of girls.
Was Roy ever involved with a girl named Crystal?
Not that I recall, but we were pretty trashed those days.
What about Elysian Fields?
Now, that was a kick-ass show.
Too bad they tore it down.
The Field's are gone?
Changed.
I don't believe this.
It's hard to believe anything beautiful ever happened here.
This all used to be green grass, and the stage sat right over there.
And we were standing right over here!
There was a huge parking lot filled with arts and crafts...
The camp grounds was over here.
I was standing against the fence...
trying to get a glimpse of the band...
Come on.
Follow me.
ROY FOLDES!
There he is!
Are we allowed back here?
It's cool.
Just stay with me.
Roy you're late!
I'm here now.
Nathan, this is...
Do you know how much security costs me in overtime?
Come on, man!
Crowd's goin' crazy!
I don't even know your name?
Aubrey.
No, that won't do...
What?
Crystal.
With eyes like, your name has to be Crystal.
Wait here.
Whatever you do, don't talk that man.
He's the Devil.
The girl we've been looking for.
Her real name is Aubrey.
Aubrey...
I know that name...
Yeah, here.
Track one, no...
six.
Six feet under...
This is the last record Roy ever made.
I'm free like you.
I'm free like you.
Six feet under.
Can you hear me?
Wait!
Wait!
I finally got out.
I looked at the world to see in your eyes...
I never figured it out.
What took you away Aubrey?
Hear that? "
What took you away Aubrey".
How can you remember that stuff?
Some people hear the music.
Some people listen.
We still need to find something that Roy and Aubrey shared.
How about a motel room?
What?
It says here in the liner notes... "
I would like to thank Sid and Bonnie at the Lakeside Motel...
for giving me a place to lay his head while he made this record. "
We might get a hit, see what happened.
I feel like a peeping tom.
Nothing but some puking prom dates and a traveling bus tour of 'CATS'.
Maybe someday we'll unlock the door to our own little house?
Roy Foldes, are you asking me to marry you?
Only if you promise not to tell anybody.
Because a happily married rock star...
it's bad for business.
Have you told anybody?
Stephen.
And Nathan?
Nathan, Nathan...
That's going to be a little bit harder.
Are you sure you want to give up the life of a rock 'n' roll star?
Aubrey.
Let me get back to you on that?
This is it.
This is where Roy and Aubrey stayed.
After we check this out, I'll drop your suitcase next door to your room.
How lucky is business is off and we could get the room.
Not exactly the penthouse suite.
I guess when you're in love, the furniture doesn't matter.
Roy?
What you're doing back so soon?
I thought you were going to the studio...
Aubrey was murdered.
Right here in this room.
Why would anybody want to kill her?
I don't know, but I think she knew the person who did it.
Walt?
I found her.
Nassau County, Long Island, has a death certificate for an Aubrey Henderson.
She OD'ed the same year Roy died.
But it says here the body was found in her apartment.
That can't be right.
Johnny saw her die in the bathroom of the motel.
Unless somebody moved the body.
Sarah, your quirky missing person's case has turned into cold blooded murder.
And you should back off and let the police take over.
After coming this far?
We just need a little more time.
Then, if we can't find Roy, we'll call the police.
Allright, but promise me if anything else out of the ordinary happens, you'll come home?
Ok?
Sarah?
I promise.
I promise.
I'll call you later.
He's right, Sarah.
If we tell the police they'll want evidence.
We need to figure out who had a motive to kill Aubrey.
He asked her to marry him.
What?
In the vision, Roy brought the idea of them getting married.
He laughed about it.
How it might ruin his rock star image.
There it is.
Who is suffer if Roy's career suddenly ended?
Oh, my God!
What happened?
Hi.
I figured you'd end up here.
They came out of nowhere.
They were like...
ninjas.
They took everything.
They took my tapes, my notes, everything.
And you think it had something to do with Roy Foldes?
Why would my editor kill the story?
Somebody...
wants this thing buried.
Somebody with heavy clout.
Nathan Berk.
Berk?
Bingo.
Who else has that kind of influence and power?
The guy is very twisted, and he's very dangerous, and very connected.
Which is why I wanna go drink this headache off in the nearest bar.
What are you doing?
I'm getting you out of here.
Walt can meet you at the train station.
I'm not going anywhere.
Sarah, there's a killer out there.
Ok, please.
I need to be here.
Why?
Give me your hand.
It was because of you.
I used to come sit beside your bed.
I would put my headset on you and play Roy's records.
Everybody thought I was crazy, but I knew we were connected through the music.
I didn't know...
how was live without you.
But JJ needed a mother, and...
I had to move on with my life.
When I realized...
that Roy might be out there somewhere, I knew that I needed to find him.
I have to tell him...
how much his music meant to me, how he helped me find the light over the darkness.
And maybe, I could return the favor.
If Roy's death was a lie, I need to know.
I need to see it for myself.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Berk.
I tried to stop him.
It's alright, Janice.
Call security.
Hey you know, Janice, why don't you make a real party and call the police while you're at it, ok?
I'm a busy man.
I don't have time...
Why don't you make time.
Christ!
She's OD.
I don't know what happened.
She wanted to get some sleep while I was up at the studio.
Look at me!
Look at me!
We have to get you out of here, now...
I'm not leaving her.
Not like this...
Are you kidding me?
You know how much money I've got renting on this?
You want to throw this away, for what?
A groupie?!
Crystal's not a groupie.
I love her.
Roy, listen to me.
We're in the middle of a North American tour.
The press finds this chick dead in your hotel room and this is over.
You're over, boy!
She's already dead, you've got the next minute to decide if your career dies here with her.
You were there.
You covered up Aubrey's death, didn't you?
Did you kill her, too?
You have no idea what you're talking about.
Money.
Lot's of money.
If Roy takes off with Aubrey, you're back booking one hit wonders.
Can you imagine how much money could have been made if John Lennon didn't married Yoko Ono?
Maybe five, six Beatles records.
It's big business.
I didn't kill anybody.
And besides, Roy Foldes is dead.
What about his son?
What about him?
Doesn't he deserve a chance to know what really happened to his father?
Darren Foldes is a disaster waiting to happen.
I've tried to help the kid, that's the truth.
But the thing is he is never gonna be his father.
I sent a guy down to tape his show last night.
Play "I'll Remember"!
Dude, I already played that song.
So could you...
shut up and let me finish the song?
Why don't you go jump off a cliff like your old man!
Security, escort this man out of the building.
I can find my way out, excuse me.
Darren's show, the one in Philly...
Roy was there.
You saw him?
He was in the back...
in the dark.
He watches his son play.
That means if we find Darren...
We might find Roy.
Show's been canceled?
That's what the sign says.
What happened?
Jack Daniel's, Johnny Walker, take your pick.
Why, he was drunk?
Looked like he'd been up all night.
You a friend of his?
Yeah, in a way.
Well, if you see him, tell him he's not getting paid.
And...
give him back this.
I was in Roy's Corvette again, as it was going over the cliff.
Only it was different this time.
I was driving and this guitar was in the passenger seat.
Where's Darren playing tomorrow?
I don't know.
The box.
Here they are!
What's that?
Memories.
Tickets stub, every concert I had ever been to.
Ok, look...
We started in Portland.
Then to Philly.
Then to New York.
And finally, Boston.
Darren's touring the same cities in the exact sequence that Roy did before he died.
It gets even weirder.
Do you know what tomorrow is?
No, but I'm sure it's not something good.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Roy's death.
Johnny, I don't think your vision was Roy's death...
I think it was Darren's.
How much farther?
Maybe 30 miles.
Roy's car took a dive off the cliff just after sunrise.
If Darren's recreating his father's death...
We're never gonna make it.
Maybe we don't have to.
I'm busy...
call back later.
Darren!
Listen don't hang up!
It's Johnny Smith!
Who?
Johnny Smith.
The guy who's been following you around?
What do you want?
How did you get this number?
It doesn't matter.
I know what you're planning to do.
Man, you don't even know me.
I know your pain.
At least, I can imagine it.
Trying to live up to the memory of someone you never even met.
You have no idea.
Then tell me.
Tell me how it feels?
Darren?
You're there?
I love the music.
I love the feeling...
when you're able to...
reach out and...
touch somebody's soul.
That must be a great feeling.
Except nobody wants me, not the real me.
They want that thing, that part of me...
that doesn't exist.
They want him.
If that's what they want, that's what they gonna get.
Darren, if you drive off that cliff, you still won't be your father.
You'll just be a Rock'n roll footnote.
You will be a bad joke that somebody talk in a party.
That's the problem, bro.
I am a joke.
I always have been.
Darren?
Dammit!
What did he say?
I think we're too late.
Headline reads! "
Struggling musician...
commits suicide, album goes gold...
and nobody cares... "
Are you okay?
I don't know.
I'm drunk.
Which is probably a good thing to be if you're gonna throw yourself out of car movin' 60 miles per.
I'm just glad you changed your mind.
There's still one thing I can't figure out.
What's that?
Who are you people?
We're fans.
Big fans.
Looks like you dropped some fan mail here. "
I've seen you play... "
"...
like your father. "
"...
don't give up. "
"A loyal fan. "
I think I know where Roy is.
This is the place.
How's our boy?
He hasn't budged.
I still not think he believes us.
Oh, my God.
That's him, isn't it?
That's him.
What do we say?
Just tell him how you feel.
Me?
Yeah.
I'll be inside if you need me okay?
You look just the way I remember.
I mean, you've get a couple of pounds and you grew your hair but...
I could never forget those eyes.
Lady, you got me confused with someone else.
You're Roy Foldes.
My Name's Mitch.
I'm a cook.
Gumbo, right?
It wasn't your fault, you know.
Excuse me?
Aubrey.
I know that you blamed yourself for her death, but she didn't overdose.
She was murdered.
By somebody close to you.
Who are you?
Somebody that you helped through a tough situation one time.
Somebody who want to return the favor.
Lady.
Roy Foldes is dead, he's dust in the wind.
Allright, well, maybe you could tell that to his son?
He nearly killed himself a few hours ago.
And I imagine he'll probably try again...
unless somebody gives him a reason why he shouldn't.
This is awkward.
Yeah, it is.
I don't know where to start.
I've...
I've heard you play a few times.
You've seen me on the stage?
Yeah.
You're good.
You're a little heavy in the right hand, but you can fix that.
I was born with these stubby fingers.
Yeah.
Darren, there's just so much I need to tell you.
Things that I need to explain.
I'm just...
We got time, right?
Yeah, we got some time.
Alright.
So you found him?
I'm impressed.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't play games with me.
You just had to keep digging, you couldn't let it go, could you?
You sure this is what you want?
You know there's no turning back after this...
The world can deal with one more dead rock star.
Okay.
Thanks Nathan.
If you can't trust a friend to kill you, who can you trust?
You knew the whole time?
This is none of your business!
Nathan!
It's over.
You helped Roy fake his own death.
You know, for a psychic, it takes you a long time to catch on.
So, if Nathan didn't killed Aubrey, then who did?
That's Aubrey's bracelet...
wasn't it?
That's right.
Would you mind?
Roy?
I think you better bring Roy inside this.
Let's go.
You found him?
Huh?
I knew you would.
Found who?
Right.
Make sure there's tape in that thing, I am about to make music history.
Doug!
How do you feel about a byline on the front page?
You two come back for more rock 'n' roll stories?
No, we came to tell you one.
Man, I loved this record.
This carried me through high school.
You could say it was the soundtrack of our teenage lives.
Look, I got work to do...
You co-wrote these songs...
but you never wrote again after Roy died.
How come?
It's simple.
I lost my inspiration.
Or maybe you never wrote them to begin with.
You and Roy were childhood friends.
There were rumors that he let you put your name down and collect fifty percent of the royalties.
Everything was fine until Aubrey came along.
Roy get tired of the grind.
He wanted to get off the road, right?
Wanna settle down and get married.
But that became a problem for you.
So, you had to find a way to change his mind.
Seems you murdered the woman that he loved and made it look like an overdose.
Roy wasn't thinking straight.
You murdered her.
It was his career.
You stuck a needle in her...
and left her body lying on the bathroom floor.
I did what I needed to do!
I ain't say anything more.
Oh, you've said plenty.
You get all that, Doug?
Every word.
All those years, you think you know what's real and what's not.
Then it all turns out to be lies.
Not all of it, right.
I know I promised not to spill the beans...
but if you change your mind, you can make offers, ya?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay.
So...
What happens now?
I don't know.
It's seems like a waste of energy to try to step back into the spotlight.
Besides, I think I might know someone who can do it better.
I don't know what to say to you people.
Thank you seems a little weak.
Just promise me you'll never disappear again.
I'll make sure of that.
I hope we did the right thing.
They'll be okay.
Yeah.
Hey, don't cry.
I was just thinking about the choices we have to make in life.
How you don't really know if you were doing the right or the wrong thing.
Regrets?
I have a husband who loves me unconditionally, a little boy that makes everyday seem brand new...
and I got a dear friend that would do anything for me.
What's to regret?
What's to regret?
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