aOIVV FE L 35

Tally Up

West of the location of Willard Blvd was a big field where many musicians famous in Los Angeles would hold their concerts. A day prior to Naomi Abruzzo's death, a Heavy Metal tour was going through the outdoors theater. However it was cancelled due to a Bomb Threat sent to the Director of Operations via phone call. After reporting it to Authorities, they investigated it later that day to find out where the call was made. The phone call was made from a car phone where the satellite corresponded with coordinates. 

The man was set adrift on the raft for about a day before authorities arrived at Stone Canyon Reservoir, the department deployed a boat to rescue the man. 

After reading the man his rights while he's wrapped in a towel sitting on the edge of an ambulance, he was asked his name, "My name is Larry Freiburger, I'm a Hollywood Producer." 

Lady L sat down in the same booth she dreamt of, a man walked in the moment she sat down, he's holding a big briefcase in his arms like it's a baby. He finds her and immediately rushes to sit down, "Ah you're the woman I was told to see!" He looked outside the window, so did she, they both saw a homeless man laying inside a cardboard box across the street in an alley. He's staring at them. The waitress from her dream takes their orders, the man orders a coffee, she orders water. "Lady L? That's your codename right?" He whispered, she nods. He shoves the briefcase over to her under the table. He looks outside the window again and panics, "I need to leave I'm sorry!" he drops a few quarters on the table and runs out of the Deli. She looks outside to see the homeless man is gone. The waitress brings her the water and coffee, "Where did the man go?" Lady L tells her to sit down, the waitress gives her a weird look but obliges. Lady L proceeds to speak quietly, "A well was full of fermenting flesh, I saw your face looking up at me from inside." The waitress is visibly terrified, Lady L stands and finishes her statement, "Do not look at the cardboard box outside that window."

Agent Rainier sees that he has two people who are suspects in this murder case, and a piece of evidence arrived from investigating the vehicles. The Ford Explorer had residue from under the chassis, a Military Grade High-Explosive material called HMX. Rainier decided to make a phone call, "Hi, Colonel there? Ok I'll wait... Hi! It's Pauli Rainier, yes Special Agent Rainier haha! Look I need some help, you know anyone who can fill me in on this strange situation? Yeah, ok. ...It's called err, HMX, Octogen? Yes, I have a piece of paper right here let me just... Ok... Got it! Thank you so much Colonel, you have a wonderful day, buh-bye!" He wrote down a name he wasn't expecting.

"And... Action!" Naomi spoke strong and loud, she never sat down in a director's chair like other filmmakers, she stood and walked around. In the scene, a husband and wife are arguing, the actors had done this scene many times. "We got this house together when you were carrying our daughter... How could you...?" She rubbed her left brow, closing her eyes and tilting her head down. She was seated in a golden trim chair, behind the husband is a big window, outside is a beautiful fountain surrounded by a garden. The light shone down over his back, she was in the shadow of his presence. The lamp to her right was lighting her up just vividly enough to see her, but her face was so dark and sullen. David Peterson watched the scene tensely, before the wife could deliver her line, the lamp lightbulb flashes brightly. It flickers intensely, and explodes. They both scatter off the set, Naomi puts both her hands on her head in shock, "You fucking... Why would you..." David Peterson lashes out, "Why did you two walk off the fucking scene!?" The lamp was on fire, the actor who was the husband yells back at David, "The fucking set is on fire David, now take care of this inferno of a set before I burn your kilo in it!" The actor is about a foot taller and sixty pounds bigger than David.

 Pops closes down his store, he locks the door and walks to his car parked in the parking lot a few buildings down the road of Willard Blvd. As he's turning the corner, he drops his keys down and he kneels down to pick them up. Upon standing, a young blonde girl is approaching him. He notices she has an Italian Sub in her hands. She walks up to him with a big grin on her face, she takes the Italian Sub and swings it like a baseball bat against his face. The sandwich explodes on his face, olive oil spills into his eyes, he wipes his eyes quickly and opens them to see she's gone. The streetlight flicks and blows out in front of him. 

Ari receives several phone calls over the next few hours about people from his Military Veterans Circle asking him if he had called the Los Angeles Independent Music Festival Commission the other day. That is when Victoria arrives at his home, she helps herself in and she has a big bag full of alcohol, he points at it and she says, "Well, it is a reunion of sorts."