Adam HillsĀ is an internationally recognized comedian and host of award-winning Channel 4 showĀ The Last Leg. His collection of stories from a life in comedy,Ā Best Foot Forward, was aĀ TimesĀ bestseller.
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Rockstar Detectives
Rockstar Detectives: Murder at the Movies
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For Beatrice and Maisie ā I hope you always bring out the best in each other.
Wednesday ā 8.17 p.m.
Charley Parker stood on the viewing platform of the Eiffel Tower and gazed out over the Paris skyline. Red, white and blue fireworks exploded above her, and (because she was up so high) below her as well. The evening sky was cloudless, and from her vantage point Charley could see some of the most famous Parisian landmarks ā the Louvre Museum (home to the Mona Lisa), the Arc de Triomphe and the majestic SacrĆ©-Coeur church, peering down from the hill of Montmartre like a proud mother.
Below Charley a procession of boats drifted past on the River Seine, all part of the Opening Ceremony of the Paralympic Games. One vessel looked like a giant croissant, while another seemed to be an enormous red beret. Each was a floating stage for singers, dancers, acrobats and athletes, and somewhere among them all was her best friend George.
Charleyās phone vibrated in her pocket and she knew exactly who the message would be from. Sometimes she only had to think of George and he would immediately send a text.
Just passing Notre-Dame. Itās so beautiful but the bells are so loud! You should be able to see me soon (binoculars emoji)
Charley grinned. She loved that George still remembered their in-joke about describing emojis rather than using them. They had known each other for less than two years and yet they had been through so much together. Like, SO much. She peered into the distance and made out the two turrets of the famous Notre-Dame cathedral, which was still being renovated after an awful fire. The river alongside Notre-Dame was obscured by buildings, but Charley giggled at the
thought of George on a boat, dressed up as something he had promised would be funny.
Charley closed her eyes for a second and took in the evening sounds and smells. Her cheeks felt the cool breeze of the French air; her ears picked up the music from the boats below as it made its way through the chatter of various VIPs around her; and her nostrils detected the faint whiff of the lilies that decorated the viewing platform.
A tap on Charleyās shoulder suddenly overrode all her other senses and her eyelids popped open. Turning to her left, Charley saw an overly smiley woman carrying a microphone. She was shadowed by a cameraperson, whose lens was pointed directly at her.
āCharley Parker is here!ā said the woman, seemingly to no one in particular but presumably for the benefit of viewers. She then thrust the microphone in Charleyās face and waited expectantly for a reply.
āI know,ā said Charley, confused. āI saw her in the mirror.ā
The woman laughed overly loudly, then said, āAnd I thought your best friend George was the comedian!ā
She then put the microphone back in front of Charley, who still hadnāt been asked a question yet. Charley laughed weakly, which caused the smiley woman to laugh awkwardly, which then made Charley laugh genuinely. And there they stood, two people atop the Eiffel Tower, in front of a camera, laughing at each other. Charley wondered how long this was going to last and decided to keep laughing until the smiley woman actually asked her something. It was like a game of chicken but if the chickens were slightly hysterical. The more Charley laughed, the more the smiley woman laughed, but every time she did Charley could see her expression becoming more and more desperate. The smiley woman clearly wanted Charley to say something, but Charley wasnāt quite sure what the smiley woman wanted her to say.
Eventually the man holding the camera coughed awkwardly, which seemed to shake the smiley woman into action.
āSo, Charley,ā she said finally, ātell us why youāre here.ā Charley began to wonder if the smiley woman knew why Charley was there and whether the smiley woman was even a journalist. At this point Charley didnāt know what the interview was for but decided not to stop and ask questions, just in case they were live on air.
She took a deep breath and decided to be the more professional of the two.
āWell,ā said Charley, āas Iām sure youāre aware, my friend George and I recently made a movie, which has been a bit of a hit.ā
That was an understatement. Rockstar Detectives had topped the box office in seven different countries, won a Nickelodeon Kidsā Choice Award for āBest Cameo Appearance By A Massively Famous Actorā, and had been given five wedgies out of five by the esteemed movie review website PantsPantsPants.com.
āOf course,ā said the smiley woman, while giving the camera a glance that seemed to say, Did you know that?
āThanks to that movie, George has become quite the star,ā continued Charley, āwhich is why the International Paralympic Committee asked him to be part of the Opening Ceremony.ā
āGeorge is part of the ceremony?ā asked the woman incredulously. āWhatās he gonna be doing?ā
Wow, thought Charley, has this woman done any research at all?
āHeās down there on one of the boats,ā replied Charley, ābut he wonāt tell me what heās dressed as. He wanted to keep it a surprise.ā
āAre you jealous that George is getting all the
attention?ā asked the smiley woman suddenly. āAfter all, you were the original rockstar.ā
Charley was a bit taken aback by the question. She had been the one who first became famous as a rockstar when George filmed her singing in the classroom. And, sure, she was originally meant to be the star of their movie until George stepped up and found his voice. And maybe, just maybe, Charley felt a tiny pang of weirdness at not being the centre of attention. But she was never going to admit that on camera.
āNot at all,ā she replied. āGeorge is my best friend, and if something great happens to him, then Iām happy for him. Besides, I am still singing in the Closing Ceremony.ā
āAre you? I didnāt know that!ā exclaimed the smiley woman.
āOh yeah,ā said Charley. āThereās a lot of things people donāt know.ā
Like how we were accused of stealing valuable pieces of art during my European tour and had to solve the crimes to prove our innocence. Or that someone tried to kill me while we made our movie and we had to find the culprit to save the film.
Charley kept all that to herself, though. Very few people knew any of those things, and now was not the time or place to blurt them out.
āOK, well, enjoy the ceremony and good luck for the Para-Olympics!ā said the smiley woman.
āActually itās the Paralympics,ā said Charley. āThe āparaā is short for āparallelā.ā
The woman gave Charley a confused look, like when you tell a puppy off but it doesnāt know why. She then turned to the cameraperson and motioned that the interview was over. He immediately dropped his camera and she immediately dropped her smile.
āThat was great,ā said the woman, apparently to herself. āOooh!ā she suddenly shrieked. āThereās that guy from Heartstopper!ā And, with that, they were gone.
Charley stood alone for a second, wondering what had just happened. Her phone vibrated again and she returned to the moment.
I can see the Eiffel Tower. Can you see me?
Charley fumbled in her pocket for the stash of coins George had given her and popped one into the slot of the telescope directly in front of her. She put one eye up to the glass and scanned the river below for her best friend. All Charley knew was that George would be on a giant floating dinner plate.
Charley quickly spotted the plate, then went from
dish to dish, trying to identify her partner in solving crime. There was a young girl dressed as a dancing baguette, another as a chocolate eclair, and a whole bunch of smaller children dressed as fries. Finally the sight of the telescope landed on a wheelchair, and Charley knew straight away she had found her target. She could see Georgeās beaming face but couldnāt work out what was so funny about his costume.
George was wearing a black sweater with a black beret and even black gloves. Charley pulled back from the telescope and wondered if the joke was that George hadnāt actually dressed as anything at all. She pressed her eye back to the glass and slowly scanned down. Then she saw the punchline.
The reason George was beaming. The funny costume he had promised her.
Above the waist, George was dressed in all black. Below the waist, though, he was wearing an enormous pair of chicken legs.
Wednesday ā 8.30 p.m.
George Carling smiled his biggest smile in the direction of the Eiffel Tower. He couldnāt see his best friend Charley, but he knew she was looking back at him, and he could almost hear her laughing. He knew Charley would be thinking the same thing as he was ā how did he end up here?
Two years ago he was filming Charley singing in a classroom. Now he was sitting on a boat floating down the River Seine in Paris, as part of the Opening Ceremony of the Paralympic Games. On top of that, he had been signed up to appear as a co-presenter on a nightly TV show about the Paralympics called Ramped Up. George felt strange being the centre of attention but he knew Charley was happy for him.
When Rockstar Detectives was released, George was thrust into the spotlight. His performance was deemed to be āwarm and authenticā by PantsPantsPants.com and his Instagram followers now included David Beckham, Whoopi Goldberg and a YouTuber called Mr Buttcrack.
When the Paralympic Committee had asked
if George would appear as part of the Opening Ceremony, he didnāt think twice. When they asked him to dress as an item of food, he did think twice, but then he thought a third time.
Whatās the funniest food for a guy in a wheelchair to dress as? George had asked himself. He had then replied to himself with the words āchicken legsā. The Paralympic organizers were understandably concerned about whether or not this was ātastefulā, but George responded by saying, āItās coq au vin, a classic French recipe! And itās about time my legs were actually used for something.ā He wasnāt sure if this had reassured the organizers or shocked them further, but either way they agreed.
Georgeās phone dinged in his pocket and he slyly removed it.
Chicken legs? As a vegetarian Iām appalled, but as a friend Iām highly amused
George grinned, then looked in the direction of the Eiffel Tower and shrugged his shoulders. He was about to put his phone away when it dinged again.
Have you seen him yet?
George looked back towards the Eiffel Tower and shook his head. At this point it was the easiest way to communicate.
The āhimā in Charleyās message was the British sprinter and Paralympic gold medallist Alfie Eagles. George liked to think of himself as Alfieās biggest fan, and he remembered watching in awe, glued to the TV, when Alfie won his first gold medal eight years ago. George had never seen someone with a disability be treated like a hero before, and he thought Alfieās singleleg running blade was the coolest thing heād ever seen.
Four years later, George had watched again as Alfie fought off a challenge from his main rival, the German sprinter Gerhard Guntenschreiber, to win his second gold medal. A few years after that George had blown a sizeable proportion of his time watching, then voting for Alfie as he took part in the TV show Dance Like Everybodyās Watching. Alfieās appearance on that show had propelled him into a TV career, which George had also followed with borderline obsession. He almost applied to be in the series Alfie had hosted to find Britainās next top Paralympian ā Flying With Eagles ā but backed out when he remembered he had no sporting prowess whatsoever.
Alfie Eagles was not only the biggest name at the
Paralympics, heād become one of the biggest names in Britain, and George was dying to meet him. Or at least see him.
Overhead, the red, white and blue fireworks continued, reflecting the colours of the French flag. All around George music blared, and the other bits of āfoodā on the āplateā danced to the beat. George suddenly remembered he was meant to be performing as well and joined in. As the French fries did a flamenco, the baguette boogied and the eclair did whatever an eclair does, George spun his wheelchair round in a circle, fluttering the chicken legs behind him.
Georgeās 360 became a 720, then a 1,080 as he spun round for a third time. Deciding not to push for a 1,440, George took a moment for his brain to catch up with his eyes. As his dizziness subsided he focused on the barge that was pulling up alongside him and realized it contained the entire Great British Paralympic team.
Georgeās heart skipped a beat and his stomach did a backflip. Was he about to see his hero? Would his hero see George? And would it be weird for all this to happen while George was wearing a giant pair of chicken legs?
George scanned the boat opposite him for that familiar face. He had studied the team in preparation for
the TV show he was due to appear on and recognized most of them. Some were also well known to George due to their own appearances on Dance Like Everybodyās Watching, and he waved at triathlete Ivy Greenwood, who had come third in the dance competition and now had her own line of cosmetics.
One face in particular beamed back at George and even waved at him. George searched the databanks of his memory and identified the waver as an athlete but couldnāt quite remember his name. The waving man pointed at Georgeās legs, then gave two thumbs up and clutched his belly to indicate laughing. George
was flattered and put his fist to his heart. The man then pulled out a phone, tapped a few buttons, and waved it around.
Georgeās gaze went from face to face, then from leg to leg, trying to spot the one person he admired more than anyone at these Games. Occasionally heād spot a prosthetic leg, then pan up to find it belonged to a cyclist or a long jumper or even a swimmer ā but not the sprinter he was looking for.
George was almost desperate now. He knew some athletes would skip the Opening Ceremony if their event was in the next couple of days, but the heats of the 100-metre sprint werenāt until Day Six. Besides, Alfie was one of the most famous athletes on the planet. The whole world was expecting him to be on that boat with his team.
Over the cacophony of music, cheers and fireworks, George heard a tiny ding from his pocket. He reached in and pulled out his phone.
Seen this?
Hi, Everyone. Left Paralympics.
More Eventually.
Georgeās mouth hung open. His shoulders sagged. Even his chicken legs seemed to go limp.
The biggest athlete at the Paralympics, one of the best-known names in Britain, Georgeās hero, had just pulled out of the Games.
George turned from his phone and looked towards the top of the Eiffel Tower. He knew Charley was looking back at him, and he knew they were both thinking the same thing: Somethingās not right.
Wednesday ā 9.55 p.m.
Georgeās car pulled up outside the TV studio approximately five minutes before he was due to go on air. The Paris traffic had been particularly heavy and George had spent the majority of the hour-long ride glancing worriedly at the clock, checking the route on his phone and messaging Charley. Their messages could be summarized as: What happened to Alfie Eagles? The chicken legs were hilarious. And Letās meet up at the show.
The producers of Ramped Up had provided George with his own chaperone, Arjen, whose job it was to make sure George was accompanied at all times by a responsible adult. George wasnāt sure Arjen was either responsible or an adult. He looked like he was in his late teens and had spent the entire journey from the ceremony to the TV studio playing games on his phone while listening to music through his headphones.
So engrossed was Arjen in his game that he remained sitting in the car while the driver retrieved Georgeās wheelchair from the boot, wheeled it to Georgeās door and stood glaring at Arjen as George slid from the car to the chair. Even as George wheeled himself to the stage door, he could hear the beats bleeding from Arjenās headphones, who was only now reluctantly exiting the car.
āGeorge! George!ā he heard someone cry.
Spinning in his chair, George saw a middle-aged woman running towards him, covered head to toe in British regalia. She was wearing a Union Jack hat, Union Jack shoes and some sort of Union Jack running tights. Red, white and blue bunting was draped round her shoulders, and she seemed to be wearing an actual Union Jack as a cape. She was also wearing a homemade T-shirt, with a photo image of Alfie Eagles
on the front in the middle of a giant love heart. The womanās hair hung in two plaits on either side of her rosy cheeks, and George thought she looked like a patriotic fifty-year-old schoolgirl.
āCould you sign this please?ā the woman asked, as she shoved a photo of Georgeās face in front of his actual face. She then laughed loudly and nervously, even though nothing funny had been said.
āSure,ā said George, grabbing the pen that was also on offer. āWho should I make it out to?ā
āJane Flags,ā came the reply. āHahahaha.ā
George was thrown by the laughter. Was this womanās surname actually Flags? He thought for a moment, then scribbled on the photo.
Jane laughed again for no apparent reason.
āI love your outfit,ā he remarked, returning the photo.
āThanks,ā said Jane Flags with a grin. āI made it myself.ā George thought he saw her red cheeks go even redder.
āI donāt suppose you know where Alfie Eagles is?ā asked George half jokingly.
āOh yes,ā said Jane energetically, āIāve got him locked up in my basement.ā She then cackled in a way that made George wonder if she might actually be telling the truth.
āGeorge!ā came a voice from the doorway. āThank God youāre here! Youāre on air in three minutes!ā
George spun again, smiling warily at Jane, and headed through the door and into the studio.
Thereās an old saying George had once heard about the movie industry: the closer you get to the Hollywood sign, the more you realize itās just metal pipes and wood. George felt the same way about the Ramped Up TV studio. When George had first entered the building two days ago, he thought it looked like someone had found an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Paris and had hurriedly tried to convert it to something that could house a TV show. He later found out thatās exactly what had happened.
Flimsy makeshift walls had been erected to create āofficesā, and in some cases only curtains separated one room from another. The whole thing reminded George
of a military hospital he once saw on TV that had been set up in a war zone. At the far end of the building, however, was the set for the TV show ā and thatās where all the effort had been made.
Anyone watching the show at home would think it was filmed in a quaint Parisian cafe, with the chairs rearranged so that an audience of thirty or so people would be watching George and his colleagues chatting about the dayās events. Flowers lined the windows and red-and-white-checked cloths adorned every table, upon which sat the occasional small black coffee.
When George had wandered around the set earlier in the week, he had noted that the flowers were plastic, the tablecloths were stapled into place, and the view of the Seine behind the windows had been painted on to large sheets. As for the coffees, they were real, leading George to wonder if they had accidentally been left there by the set builders.
āLetās get some make-up on quickly,ā said the young lady ushering George, as she indicated a small curtained-off room to Georgeās right.
āNein! ā came a shout from the room, followed by: āWas hast du gemacht? ā
George stopped wheeling halfway through the curtains and froze.
The shout had come from Gerhard Guntenschreiber, Alfie Eaglesās main rival, who was now sitting in the make-up chair.
āWhat did you just put in my eyes?ā he asked angrily.
āEye drops,ā said the now shaking make-up artist. āTo make them look sparkly on camera.ā
āYou must never put anything in an athleteās body without their permission,ā Gunther continued. āIt might have a chemical that shows up on a drug test.ā
āItās just a saltwater solution,ā said the make-up artist. āI promise.ā
The lady ushering George tapped him gently on the shoulder. āMaybe weāll skip make-up tonight,ā she said softly. āFollow me.ā
George did as directed, glancing back over his shoulder to see the make-up artist picking up a small bottle of eye drops.
The murmurs of the studio audience grew louder as George approached the cafe/studio, and when he pushed through the doors to enter the room, the assembled crowd broke into a small round of applause. George looked round to see why they were clapping, then realized the applause was for him. It made him feel good to think he could make people happy just by arriving, so he gave a small wave then navigated