Excerpt from Hush-Hush Magazine, October 10, 1953: "Hello Dear Readers from your beloved publisher, The Sidster! I had to fire the write-up guy this morning for truancy after he called out sick three days in a row for a "peanut butter overdose." He is now hospitalized after I told my good buddy, Dudley Smith, to sick his newest beefy recruit on my former employee. Rumor has it the new recruit is quite the pugilist and fixed it so Mr. Jif McSkippy will have to stick to creamy nut butters for a while since his jaw is now wired shut. I suppose I could have used the column space above to publish an actual write-up for this episode rather than slander a few of LA's nuttiest citizens, but that's life in La La Land. But you didn't hear it from me. Off the record, on the QT, and very hush hush!"

Come and knock on our door. We've been waiting for you. Where we're talkin' 'bout movies with three heroes. We also do some casting along the way. Down in our rendezvous. Welcome aboard, it's love!

This episode really hits all the hot-button issues found in L.A. Confidential:

• Dolmas
• Hair removal
• Haiku
• Joe Pesce
• Superman
• Ned Beatty
• And a hallway chitchat with Jack & Ed

The fellas continue examining the fallout of Bloody Christmas. This time, we observe DA Lowe's creepy behavior from behind a two-way mirror. We cast a Washington. We stumble on a Zumbo's Obsession. And who know's what else?

After a seamless, completely mindful and respectful opening in which both hosts are perfectly aligned, the fellas dig into a scene all about making a snitchin' decision. Somebody gets cast, things are watched. We learn about the awful LAPD Chief William Parker, and delve deep into Zumbo's subconscious to explore his obsession with this film. Then it ends seamlessly, mindfully and mercifully.

Sometimes, you're just trying to have an office Christmas party and a riot breaks out. It happens. We get it. We also get to cast an actress from Carlito's Way and a young feller from Star Wars. Maybe we roll out something pasty and doughy, too. It happens. We get it. And we pour one out for a favorite director, gone too soon.

Zumbo and Winegardner present their favorite movies that begin with the letter L. You know, because L.A. Confidential begins with the letter L. Get it? Yes, we know it's dumb. So what.