Awakening the Zodiac

Stop. What?

Someone's coming.

Shit.

Who is it?

Beats me, I can't see anything.

This is freaking me out, Adam, you said that no one ever comes up here.

Are you okay, ma'am?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, officer. I suppose you gave us a bit of a scare.

There's no parking here after sundown.

Sorry, officer.

You been drinking, son?

Mama said never to drink on a first date.

First date, very nice. All right.

You kids get out of here. Yes, sir.

Thank you, officer.

Sorry, officer.

Oh, boy, what a drag.

You are so lucky he didn't bust you for drinking.

Yeah, he had no right.

Besides, only park rangers can ticket you in these parts.

You are so full of it.

Come on. This guy is just dying to give us a ticket.

What the hell is he doing?

God damn. No, Adam.

You're such an idiot!

Officer, I don't know what you think I was doing, but...

Hey, you're not the...

What the hell is that? Who the hell are you?

Hey, mister, I'm talking to you! No, Adam!

Please, no, we didn't do anything wrong!

Run, Lula! Run!

Help! Help!

Hey, honey, I'm home.

Hey. Hey.

What did you do with the, uh, grocery money?

And how was your day? Let me tell you a little bit about mine.

It was great. You want one?

Where'd it all go?

To our future.

Harvey won us the bid on that storage locker.

Oh, god, another one?

You know, it's your decisions, and not your conditions,

that determine your future, Zoe.

What? That's a quote by your Anthony Robbins.

You didn't even read that book.

Maybe a little.

Oh, my god.

Baby, we got that riding mower, remember?

We sold that for a good buck,

and then what about that storage locker with all that silverware?

We made out like bandits on that.

Mick, that's two, what about all the other ones?

Oh, lord Jesus. Okay, what did you end up paying for this one?

1,200 what?

$1,200?

Yeah.

Mick, that's three months' rent.

Harv and I split it, so...

I'm gonna kill you right now.

I'm mad at you, we can't...

Mick, we're never gonna get out of this shitbox

betting on storage lockers.

What are you saying? What am I saying?

I mean... oh, god. It's not what I'm saying, it's what you're saying.

You sit there, and you sit there, and go,

"oh, Zoe, I wanna give you a better life."

"Oh, Zoe, I wanna actually give you a real house one day."

But I'm the only grown-up standing here in the room,

and I don't wanna be the grown-up.

Don't even, don't even.

No, no, no, no, no, just... What?

This is your special spot, your special spot.

I hate you so much right now.

What do we own now?

Well, let's go talk to Harvey, and check it out, right?

You're so rotten. Stop it. Get outta here.

Come on, babe.

So, Tina, she was the one who tipped us off.

She said it was owned by some rich old woman.

And I ain't talking like,

living in a trailer with a caddy in the driveway kind of rich,

I'm talking more like real housewives of Atlanta kind of rich.

Baby, we got to take this thing in

before it completely craps out on us, okay?

Yeah, yeah, I know. Just as soon as we can pay for it.

Cut me some slack. I didn't say anything!

I'm just trying to dig us out of this rut.

Do you have a bulldozer?

Pfft. Man, you know I'm ain't programed to take shit from nobody.

It ain't in my genes.

Is having a roof over your head in your genes?

How much money do you think you've actually made

on these lockers over the past two years?

I don't know, a little over $1,000.

So, you just threw most of that back today on one locker.

That's all I'm saying.

My sister's got it better than us, and she's in jail.

Hot damn, you serious?

I got a good feeling about this one, okay?

Oh, baby, you always do.

I got a good feeling about this one.

You always do.

Come on, get in here.

Jesus, Harvey. You look like shit.

Diggity.

Hot diggity.

Aw, now, there's a ray of sunshine. Where have you been?

Oh, hey, Harvey. Hey, you know what?

You get prettier and prettier every time I see ya.

Don't try to sweet talk me, where's all the crap you guys bought?

It's that pile right there. Hey, you want a beer?

Sure. Man, you look like you haven't slept.

Wow! I haven't.

So, this is it?

Yeah, well, those are the best pieces.

That's, uh, like, I don't know, 300 bucks,

and we got some stuff back in the locker, $100, $120.

So, we're talking $400, $425 for the whole lot.

$425 for the whole thing? Whoo!

Hold on, hold on. Tina's never steered us wrong before.

Well, honey,

looks like you guys got screwed

like a 10-cent whore on nickel night.

No, no, no.

I was going through those boxes there, and I found something.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Follow me.

It was hidden deep inside this nasty dresser. Come here, check this out.

Home movies?

They're dated.

09-27-69.

Oh, great, so, now you're the proud owners

of somebody's 40-year-old wedding movies.

No, not a wedding. I watched them.

Follow me.

Up here.

Go in straight, and then to your right.

Oh, real classy, Harv.

Don't fucking touch that. That's collector's edition.

How do you keep inventory of all this crap?

Oh, Christ, Harvey.

I got a photographic memory.

I think you have a concussion right about now.

Hey, let's watch some movies!

What do you keep in here, a dead body?

Oh, Jesus. You okay?

Can we just go?

Yeah, let's, uh...

Harv? Harvey?

Harvey? Here.

Okay, so, home movies.

I really hope this gets better, Harv.

Just keep watching.

Shit. What happened?

Uh, this film, it's just really old and degraded.

It's okay, I saw it.

Is it ruined? What was it?

Can you just hold your panties?

I'll hold my panties.

I'm just gonna put in the second reel.

Just have some Patience. Here we go.

This one's hard to watch.

Whoa!

What the hell is this, Harv?

It's the zodiac.

Zodiac?

Yeah, that's why I stayed up all night researching this shit.

This guy claims to have killed 37 people.

Only, the cops confirmed five.

Holy shit.

Here.

He taunted the police

with letters containing ciphers

that to this day have gone unsolved.

Not even the FBI have been able to solve them.

There he is. That's our guy in the film.

Jesus Christ.

I've seen that picture before. The numbers on these cans.

09-27-69. Punch that in, babe.

"Napa, California. Cecelia Shepard attacked on..."

"September 27th, 1969, on the shore line of lake Berryessa.

"Shepard died of her wounds."

See, what'd I tell ya?

What are the other dates on those?

06-18-68.

06-18-68.

Nothing.

All right. Try 08-31-68.

08-31-68.

- Nope. - Search "murders."

He was never caught.

The search for the zodiac killer has been like

the search for the fucking holy grail.

Here you go.

Okay.

First of all, you don't even know if those are real,

and second, you should let the police handle this.

That's what I would do.

How is any of this stuff in an old lady's locker?