4688492 if you have...
Shut up. If you have any information
about her, please contact me.
If you don't put the camera back,
I'll bust your ass. Leave it on me.
Cheryl Mosely, Chandler Jarrell,
24 hours a day, 4688492.
Now you can talk with the tortoises.
Excuse me.
Thank you. That was Chandler Jarrell.
You've had a sex change?
OK, let's go. Take it slow, now.
Tie him, tie him.
Why are you hanging
in the back of the court?
Let's go. There you go.
All the way, boys. It's you!
Yes!
All right, come on, now.
What's wrong with you, Scrub?
Scrub.
- Good afternoon, Mr Jarrell.
- Hi.
- So you're the finder of lost children.
- You must have seen me on TV.
- Yeah, I like working with children.
- Hey, Chandler, come on!
Shut up!
- A child has been kidnapped.
- When?
Five days ago in north-eastern Tibet.
Tibet's a little bit
out of my territory.
This child is special.
- His destiny is to save the world.
- That's a good destiny.
Chandler, throw the ball!
Here!
400 years ago, the Neuchung Oracle
predicted that the Gompen Tarma,
that is Tibetan for "Golden Child",
would be taken to the new city,
the City of the Angels.
He would be rescued by
a man who is no angel.
- Who is that?
- You.
Yeah, right. OK.
I'm in the middle of a basketball game,
although I'd love to stay and chat.
- This looks like a big joint.
- I'm serious, Mr Jarrell.
Lick it and smoke it.
I think there were two of these,
and you smoked the other one.
Put it in your bag
and stop smoking scrolls.
It looks like a joint. You might get
jumped by Rastafarians, so put it away.
Excuse me, I have a game to play.
It was a nice thought.
I realise it's hard for you to take in,
but it's your destiny
to find the Golden Child.
And it's your destiny
to seek psychiatric help.
Really. Can I go and play now?
Please, go home?
Excuse me.
And such a cute girl, too.
Dope fiend!
- Is that her?
- Yes, that's Cheryl Mosely.
- How long has she been missing?
- About three weeks.
- What have you got?
- Not much.
Three days ago, the rental sign goes
down and a truck backs up to the door.
The neighbours hear a continuous,
low murmur night and day.
At ten last night, the truck pulls up again
and the murmuring stops.
A neighbour comes out to shut up
his dog who won't come down the hill.
He looks over the fence
and finds the body.
- Who rented the place?
- She did. By phone, mailed in cash.
- Did you take the referral I sent you?
- No.
- You only take the kid cases.
- Yeah.
Get a few more shots in here.
Ms Tibet, you can come out now.
Stop following me, I won't take your case.
You're already on it.
What makes you think
the kid was in the house?
This is a restraint curse. They must
restrain him spiritually and physically.
They need to keep evil on him
on all four sides of him at all times.
Just the writing isn't enough.
They'd need something else.
- Or what?
- Or the child projects himself astrally.
Give me a break.
You're telling me
that the people that killed Cheryl...
If I find them, they're the same people
that kidnapped the...
...the Golden Child. Exactly.
Right.
- But why would they kill Cheryl?
- I don't know.
- Why are they feeding the kid blood?
- Are you sure?
- I found a bowl of oatmeal...
- Yes?
...with some blood on the bottom of it.
It's probably hers.
I don't know. There is somebody
we could ask about the blood.
This is LA, though. You're going to
ask somebody about the blood?
Are they in this world
or do we have to project there?
Some part of the galaxy...
Mr Jarrell, you honour my shop
with your presence.
He's very pleased
to meet a man as great as you.
How do you say "Thank you"?
We must speak to Kala.
OK... Hey!
Mr Jarrell.
You may speak with her.
She can hear you.
Tell me about the Golden Child.
Every thousand generations,
a perfect child is born.
A Golden Child.
He has come