Looks like somebody might have fallen on hard times, huh?

Hard enough to rob banks?

Just hold it right there.

Whatever it is you're selling, I am not interested.

We're with the [?]. We'd like to speak with Eric Marsden, please.

What for?

Suspicion of bank robbery.

You gotta be kidding me.

When my voice went, I needed something to do.

I backed him up on over 50 records, so I guess this ain't much different.

I've been his [?] going on five years now.

- Does he have any family? - Ex-wife. She got remarried.

She started a new family a long time ago.

- What about children? - One kid. Haven't talked in years.

So will he talk to us?

Well, he's bipolar, clinically [?] and semi-catatonic.

Last month, he was diagnosed with liver cancer, but, hey, go for it.

How much time does he have left?

Maybe a year.

You ask the questions. Not you. Your timber will bug him.

And cell phones off, no ringing.

And sure hell no vibrating, or he's gonna [?] screaming.

So get to it. It's almost lunch.

Mr. Marsden?

My name is Myka. This is my [?].

We'd like to ask you...

a few questions.

We're looking into some trouble

that we think might be [?] with something you wrote.

A song, possibly.

Sir?

You have a beautiful voice.

Someone once told me that I have the voice of a barmaid.

He doesn't hear you.

Eric...

is there something you wrote that affects [?],

makes them... happy.

I mean, I'm not explaining this very well.

Did you [?] it?

See what?

Everything.

Did you write that piece of music, Eric?

I want my grilled [?] now.