Colin and Dwight are on a mission to Los Angeles to find Uncle Skip, who is obsessed by the unsolved 1947 Black Dahlia murder. “She wasn’t some self-loathing skank who turned tricks for drugs and money,” Skip admonishes them, “She was Elizabeth Short. Born twenty-nine July in nineteen and twenty-four in Hyde Park, Massachusetts, and murdered—very, very savagely—on, or around, the fifteenth of January, nineteen hundred and forty-seven . . . I want you to show her the respect she deserves.” A five-pound-burrito-challenge, a near-death curbing and one titty-bar later, a kind of truth emerges. The Dahlia Boyz learn something about respect and dignity.