Yeah?
Barry.
Bad roads.
I'm a little concerned here about Len going out
on a field trip when should staying the home.
He's sick.
Sick how?
He was puking his guts out all night.
Okay, well maybe I should call him a bus.
We're on our way to the emergency room right now.
It'll be much faster.
I'm sorry, gotta keep eyes on my boy here.
You wanna watch a grown man covered in his own puke
shit and piss himself and then cry his eyes out over it?
I'm talking every orifice just gushing.
I get it, I get it.
But I'm going to follow you all the way there.
Suit yourself.
You didn't have to paint such a vivid picture.
It worked.
Does he have a radio in his car?
A police radio?
A radio radio.
Probably.
Grab my bag.
There's a black box inside.
Take it out and put it on your lap.
There's a switch on the left.
Flip it.
What are we doing?
Pull the antenna up.
Turn the left dial all the way up,
and the right one until it happens.
Great.
Well this shouldn't be legal.
Police have the same basic tech,
sonic warfare man, like Cuba.
Cuba?
A bunch of U.s. diplomats were driven crazy
by invisible sound wave weapons that made their ears bleed
while they slept, but no one else could hear it.
I thought they discredited that theory?
And this is what your friend Ulman does?
No, he just makes those gadgets for me.
Did you listen to the record?
What?
The Lytton lacquer.
The record from my case?
That you lost.
I told you, no.
What happened when you listened to it?
That record was still spinning
on the turntable at Selburns.
He died while listening to it.
He was,
mummified, like every bit of moisture was dried out of him.
I had the headphones in my hand.
I saw the meters were still bouncing.
I was just curious.
It was just for a second, it was just a second.
What happened to me?
That's what I want to find out.
Do you think this guy will be able to help us?
He's the only other person who's listened to it.
That's still alive?
Yeah.
You alright?
Careful Etta.
Hello, Mr. Weston?
Hello?
Tuck Weston?
I thought he would be, like, younger.
I want to ask you about a record.
What record?
Key two.
I can't help you.
Mr. Weston,
we're looking for the Lytton lacquer.
10 perfect records, that's all you need.
I used to think that more was better,
like tens of thousands, but a good collection
is really all about balance,
and it's not possible to balance ten thousand records.
You understand that?
Where are your other records?
Did you get rid of them?
Sometimes, you think you found a balance.
It's a little of this, and a little of that,
and it all just works.
It sings together and it just resonates in harmony.
And for a little while,
it blocks it out.
But, nothing stays in balance forever.
So, you go back to the well
and I keep my other records very far away from here.
You have to keep them safe from any corrupting resonance.
Sir, we need to know about the Lytton lacquer.
It was a split second.
That's all it took.
And now, it's like a partial corrupting influence,
in me
I've gotta shut it out.
I've gotta shut it off.
Do you still have key two?
It's useless on its own.
It's a balance of three.
Lily child won't let anybody play with those.
Who's Lily child?
No, no, not her, she is the skin of the apple
on the back of the snake.
Please, this is important.
Shut up.
Shut up!
Watch him.
It's not here.
Shut up.
I felt it in you too, a resonance.
Do you feel it?
I've gotta shut it out.
Hey!
No!
Weston! Weston!
No.
You can't, you can't go through me.
You can't go through me.
Coming, coming, coming, coming.
Shut up! Shut up!
My god.
He was gonna kill me, was gonna kill me.
Jesus. God.
God.
Can we hid him under there?
Yeah, maybe.
Help.
What is that?