On a hard bed of wet L.A. pavement, Oscar (Bruce Willis) has begun his eternal rest. Sweet dreams, detective. Someone has seen fit to tip off shutterbug Sam Brady (James McAvoy), formerly of The Sun, lately of Confidential. The doll with the .44 (Kirsten Dunst) appears to be none other than Laura Lydeker, an heiress whose father owns half the lemon trees in the state of California and whose mother owns the other half. Laura says she has no idea how she ended up here with a pistol in her hand. "I've never been fond of guns," she tells the police. "They make an awful racket." She also says she's not sure she's Laura Lydeker. It seems she has suffered a light blow to the skull. The only thing she's certain of is that she would like to slip into something nice and dry, preferably a martini—gin, with a kiss of Benzedrine. Funny, though, the bullets in her pistol don't match the lead souvenirs in Oscar's back.
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