This starts on April 18th, 1979. A 24 year old sex worker named Lydia Preston is working Hollywood Boulevard. When a man stops his car and asked her for or picks her up for a date, asks her for date. It was not romantic. Um, they have a conversation. They agree on a price. She gets into the car and they start driving away. Lydia. He tells Lydia that he's from Santa Barbara and that he works construction. He's in town on vacation. Let's you know, let's hear it for Santa Barbara. Uh, it's done a great job this weekend. Yes, um, so eso Lydia as there as he's talking, Lydia is like, Oh, there's a motel right there. We should go to that one. And he just keeps on driving and talking. So then she's like, Okay, there's one right there and points out another one. He keeps driving, and he basically drives up into the Hollywood Hills where it's windy, secluded roads, and it's very dark. There's not, you know, it's away from the city lights, Um, and as they're driving along a windy road up in the Hollywood hills, he pulls out a gun and shoots Lydia in the head. Oh, my God. She doesn't die. She survived. Not only does she not die, but she fucking grabs the wheel and crashes the car into the side of the road. Shit on. Then gets out and fucking runs to the nearest. How's Lydia? Knocks on the door. The neighbor opens it. She's like, Please fucking help me right this second he calls an ambulance. She goes to Cedar. Sinai has emergency surgery and fucking survives this.