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It gives you that sort of like that, that crisp, you know, when the air kind of starts to bite back at you for the first time. That kind of tastes tasty, but also tardy. Mostly just tasty though. Again, these are small, powerful shots of energy. Boom. You're ready to go with five hour energy. Give your caffeine a flavor upgrade with five hour energy shots. Get yours in store and online at www.5.or on Amazon today. Disgraceland is a production of Double Elvis. This is the story of a curse of a haunted legacy of a massive movie set destroying storm, a car crash and one too many eerie coincidences leading up to the strange accidental death of one of Hollywood's brightest young stars at the time, Brandon Lee. But it's also the story of a goth masterpiece, the movie the Crow. A film with a soundtrack filled with great music. Unlike that music I played for you at the top of the show. That wasn't great music. That was a preset loop from my melotron called as the crow dies MK1. I played you that loop because I can't afford the rights to Informer by Snow. And why would I play you that specific slice of Northern Cokesposure cheese? Could I afford it? Because that was the number one song in America on March 31, 1993. And that was the day Brandon Lee's life was tragically cut short by a fatal mistake. On this episode, a curse, a goth masterpiece, an accidental death, and the Crow's Brandon Lee. I'm Jake Brennan and this is Disgrace. Sam, the five year old sat in the wings as his father demonstrated martial arts moves on stage, the Hong Kong television audience went wild. Here, Bruce Lee was a massive star, unlike in America. In America, Bruce was just the sidekick. He was the other guy on the Green Hornet, a mid-60s attempt to cash in on Batman's success. But here in Hong Kong, the Green Hornet was known as the Kato show, named so after Bruce's character. Didn't matter if it was a supporting character. Bruce Lee was the star. After the applause died down, Bruce looked off to the edge of the stage. He made eye contact with his five year old son. And then he beckoned for him to come out of the dark shadows. And Brandon Lee stepped into the spotlight to thunderous applause. His father held out a board and said, just like I showed you. Bruce had been training his son in martial arts since practically before the kid could walk. Brandon braced. He blocked out the eyes. Looking at him from the crowd, he took his stance. He clenched the fingers on one hand tight, cocked his arm back straight and put his fist through the board. The audience loved it. Brandon stood there and basked in their adoration. And looking back on this moment later in life, you'd think maybe they were really clapping for his father. That he was just an extension of Bruce Lee's stardom, the way a nunchuck can extend a fighter's reach. But in this moment, Brandon Lee felt like a star. His father knew all too well about being a star. You got all the attention, positive and negative, but none of the power. Bruce took hold of little Brandon and looked him in the eye. Never become an actor. Be a producer instead. That's how you hold the real power. This Hong Kong trip was full of conflicting emotions. For Bruce Lee, the Green Hornet had been canceled after only one season. He'd failed to land any major American film roles. Here in Hong Kong, studios were ready to go to war over the actor. But back in his adopted home in America, things seemed cursed. And maybe that was why Bruce Lee decided to tell his son about an older curse. One that had haunted the family since before Bruce was born. Bruce's older brother died at just three months old. Some superstitious members of the family believed this meant that the next male child in the family would be marked for death. Bruce's mother took this to heart. And when she became pregnant with another child, she adopted a daughter in an attempt to break the streak, to distract any hungry ghosts that might try to claim another baby boy from the family. In case that wasn't enough, when she did give birth to another boy, Peter, they gave him A girl's nickname. And they dressed him in girl's clothes and they pierced his ear to trick the ghosts. But there were no superstitious rituals when Bruce was born, because Bruce wasn't born in China. He was born in San Francisco. While his father was touring the US as a stage performer, he was given an American name, a boy's name. And no one had thought to pierce his ear or address him as a girl. And maybe being born in America meant the hungry ghosts would never find him. Or maybe it would just take more time. July 20, 1973. The phone rang in Bruce Lee's Hong Kong home. Brandon, not 8, answered. It was unusual for the house to be this quiet. Bruce had converted part of it into a martial arts school. Men and women were often found training in the backyard, swinging weapons and shouting as they threw themselves at each other. All that action kept Brandon's friends away. The same violence they paid to see at the movies was a little too scary up close. In real life. The man on the line was calling from Los Angeles, the assistant director of the film that would be Bruce's major breakthrough in the West. They were currently in post production, but the assistant director had heard a rumor that Bruce Lee had died in a fight in Hong Kong, beaten to death by 20 guys. The truth, though, was much stranger, but the outcome was the same. Bruce Lee had been found dead in a Hong Kong apartment at the age of 32. Somehow, though, news had made it all the way around the world before it made it to Bruce's own home. The assistant director on the phone didn't say any of this to Brandon. He just asked the boy if his father was there. In Cantonese, Brandon replied his father wasn't home. When the director asked where Bruce was, Brandon hadn't given it much thought. His father was away most of the time. Movie, he said in Cantonese. Movie Enter the Dragon premiered one month after Bruce Lee's death and became a massive box office hit. US Studios followed it up by re releasing his Hong Kong film, Way of the Dragon. Then there was the question of the film Bruce had been directing and starring in at the time he died. Game of Death, a Hong Kong film he'd put on pause to make Enter the Dragon in the United States. And the footage Bruce shot before his death was repurposed with an entirely different plot. In the version that was released five years later, in 1978, Bruce plays an international martial arts star who gets shot during filming by a stuntman turned assassin. Pieces of a bullet lodge themselves in the actor's face and he uses the opportunity to fake his own death and adopt a series of disguises to take revenge. This meant that the studio could slap false beards and dark glasses on a Korean actor who looked nothing like Bruce Lee and complete the film using only 11 minutes of the original footage. Game of Death came out when Brandon Lee was 13 years old. By that point, his mother had moved the family back to the United States. And every time he started at a new school, there were always a couple of kids who wanted to kick the shit out of Bruce Lee's kid. But when Brandon Lee got into a scrap, other people got hurt. He'd been trained in martial arts since he was a baby, and after his father's death, he continued studying with one of his father's students. But every dojo and studio he trained in had his father's pictures on the walls, as if Bruce Lee were some kind of saint. Brandon's feelings about his father were complicated. They were still raw. Even before his death. Bruce was away more often than he was home. When he did show up. You never knew what you were gonna get. Either he was happy about a big deal going through when he came bearing expensive gifts, or he was sullen over how poorly things were going. Brandon was kicked out of high school four months by before graduation after being elected senior class president and using his office to incite a rebellion. And despite his father's warning never to become an actor, he began studying at the famed Lee Strasberg Institute in New York. He wanted to be like his father, but not that much like his father. Casting directors came to him with kung fu roles, clearly itching to bill him as the son of the greatest martial artist ever captured on film. Instead, Brandon looked for parts that would allow him to step out of his father's shadow and into the light. He was still pushing against being cast in his father's image. But with his leading role in the action movie Rapid Fire, Hollywood immediately identified him as part of a new generation of action stars and as the son of one of the best to ever do it. All the attention got him interviews, but all the interviews wanted to talk about was his dead Father. Father. In 1991, Brandon Lee was approached with a bizarre offer. Universal. The studio optioned a memoir written by Brandon's mother. The studio was going all in. They were buying up the life rights to the Bruce Lee story, and they wanted Brandon to play his dad. Maybe he was uncomfortable playing the romantic lead opposite an actress playing his own mom. Or maybe the whole idea of playing his father felt haunted. Either way, Brandon passed and the part went to Jason Scott Lee. No relation. Brandon went out of his way to make sure that Jason knew he had the family's blessing. They ate dinner at Mr. Chow, a Beverly Hills restaurant that was a hotspot for celebrity sightings. On his way to being a big star, Brandon made a grand entrance. He pulled Jason up aside and told the younger star not to try to be like Bruce Lee, just be himself. Dragon the Bruce Lee story includes a dream sequence in which an actual demon, a manifestation of the curse Bruce Lee's family believed haunted them, smashes Bruce Lee's face into his tombstone and then turns to go after little Brandon. But Brandon Lee never saw that scene or that movie. By the time the movie was filming, Brandon Lee had landed his dream role, a part that combined his physicality with his charisma. As an actor, Brandon Lee was going to become a ghost. Foreign hey Discos, if you want more Disgraceland, be sure to listen every Thursday to our weekly After Party Bonus episode where we dig deeper into the stories we tell in our full weekly episodes. In these After Party Bonus episodes, we dive into your voicemails and texts, emails and DMs and discuss your thoughts on the wild lives and behavior of the artists and entertainers that we're all obsessed with. So leave me a message at 617-906-6638, disgracelandpodmail.com or disgracelandpod on the socials and join the conversation every Thursday in our after party bonus episode. 1980 the Marine put his tumbler of whiskey down on a discarded newspaper. His ghosts were after him again. Sometimes the whiskey chased them away. Sometimes it magnified them. Like tonight when he looked through the bottom of his glass and saw an article about a couple murdered in Detroit, mugged for the girl's engagement ring. The killer shot them both. The Marine stared at the article. He read it again. It wasn't his story, but it was familiar. When he was 18, his fiance had been killed by a drunk driver. His whole life was in front of him. And now he'd wound up here, drinking in a military bar and not giving a where, whether he lived or died, wishing he could get revenge on the man that killed the woman he loved. Wishing he could get revenge on the whole world. Broken snippets of poetry floated through his drunken mind. He picked up a pencil. The ghost of all his pain, all his anger whispered in his ear as he thought about that couple in Detroit, thought about his fiance. He sketched a face, a clownish death mask in black. He thought what if he could get that revenge, what if the worst thing imaginable happened, but then you came back? Over the next several years, James o' Barr worked on the character whenever he could. His protagonist, Eric Draven, was a rock star who was murdered along with his fiance. A year after his murder, however, Eric Draven is resurrected to seek revenge. O' Barr based the character visually on the face of Peter Murphy from the band Bauhaus, combined with the wiry, muscular body of Iggy Pop. But the character's psyche, his drive for revenge, was obar wrestling with his own ghosts. The resulting black and white comic book was seeped in the aesthetics of goth subculture and music. Everyone in it was based on someone o' Barr knew and the users and Lola's he he'd surrounded himself with in his broken life. And if they weren't real, they came out of the worst parts of himself. He was just happy to get all that out of him. He didn't even care if it got published. But in 1988, the back cover of an underground comic book featured a man dressed in all black with black and white makeup, holding a shotgun and a samurai sword and proclaimed in its for some things there is no forgiveness. The first issue of the Crow came out in early 1989 and it was a massive underground hit. It got picked up by Paramount for film development and Obara was heavily consulted in casting. The movie aimed to outdo the expressionist sensibilities of that year's Batman, portraying a totally self contained, hyper real world of dark shadows and constant rain. But the production seemed cursed from the start. O' Barr nearly walked away from the whole thing when the initial script bore no resemblance to his comic. A carpenter was electrocuted when live power lines hit the crane he was working on, leaving him hospitalized for two years. On the same day, one of the film's equipment trucks mysteriously burst into flames and the film's publicist was in a car accident in the city near where they were shooting. Another construction worker slipped and put a screwdriver through his hand. A sculptor who'd been working on sets for several days lost his shit and drove his car through the studio's plaster shop. Another car crashed into one of the set's barriers after the driver and passengers had been involved in a drive by shooting. The same publicist who'd been in the car crash joked that the movie was already contributing to the cause of justice by stopping the shooters. And on March 13, three weeks before filming was filmed, finished. A massive storm destroyed several of the film's sets. As the sets were rebuilt and shooting slogged along, prop masters were getting ready for what came next. There was a particular gun that was key to the plot. One that would show up in two different scenes. First in close up and then in action in a scene that showed the murder of the main character and his fiance. That scene would be one of the last to be shot. For the gun's first appearance, they'd need a revolver that could be shot in close up. And there are two basic things you need from a prop gun. One is the flash and the bang. And for that, prop masters used blanks. A bullet cartridge that has primer and gunpowder, but no slug. There's an explosion, but there's nothing to fire. You get the bang and the muzzle flash, but there's no risk to it. But with a revolver, if you're shooting close up, you want it to look like there are bullets in the gun. Blanks don't look like bullets, since the projectile, the part you actually see is the part that has been removed. For a big budget production, the answer was to have two guns, One with blanks and another with dummy rounds. But by this point, the Crow was struggling to come in under budget. As an unidentified member of the crew set afterward, they wanted to make a $30 million movie, but they only wanted to spend 12. So the prop masters decided to improvise. They made their own dummy cartridges for the close up out of live rounds. They took out the gunpowder, but left the primer in the cartridge. This is different than what allegedly happened more recently on the set of the film Rust. When Alec Baldwin fired a gun that killed the cinematographer and wounded the director. That was apparently a live gun firing off a live round. A loaded gun that should never have been on set in the first place. That film had a licensed armorer on set. A requirement that the Motion Picture association put in place after the filming of this movie that we're talking about the Crow. But the armorer on Alec Baldwin's movie had only worked on one other film where she'd received complaints for firing off a weapon without warning. And the assistant director had been fired from another movie when a firearm went off and injured a crew member. None of those safety precautions were in place on the set of the Crow. The prop gun got used in one scene earlier during shooting when it was fired and the primer sparked. It wasn't enough to fire the dummy, but bullet, but it was enough to push the bullet out of the cartridge, lodging it into the barrel of the gun. The rest of the dummy bullets were removed. Nobody noticed. They were one short. The prop gun was set aside, and a hungry ghost was waiting for the last day of shooting. We'll be right back after this. Word, word, word.