After the final presentation of Gorillaz in Mexico, 2D and Murdoc are trying to recover the relationship they had before Murdoc got in prison. It hasn't been easy, he lied to all their fans and it's hard to thrust he really wants to change into a new man. They decided they wanted to try going to a local bar they told them it was good. 2D was in charge of looking for the location.

"Where's the turning, right or left?"

"Uuh... left".

Murdoc turned left but soon they got stuck in traffic. "What the hell? This wasn't supposed to happen". Murdoc saw all the signals and directions on the highway but they didn't seem to lead where they wanted. "'D, you sure it was to the left?" He started moving when the traffic was flowing again. Time was passing and they didn't find the place.

"Uh yeah, maybe".

"How's that maybe?" He gave 2D a severe look.

"I…I think so, I don't know".

"How's that you don't know?! LOOK AT YOUR PHONE, DENTS!"

"I…I…I'm trying! It doesn't work!" He got nervous.

"It doesn't work?! It was ok at the hotel!"

"Well yknow, that's the thing. I used the hotel wifi to look for the location".

"You should have written it down somewhere!"

"S-sorry".

Murdoc's phone was out of battery so they couldn't use it either. "Fucking idiot!"

"I'm doing my best! I'm trying to remember. W-what if we ask someone?"

"Shut your mouth! You only had one work. One work, and you fucked it up".

"I know, I'm sorry".

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that's all you have to say, dullard".

2D flinched on his seat. Murdoc was right, he committed a mistake but for fuck's sake, who didn't? Now he feels terrible, it's his fault they're lost in Mexico. Murdoc saw how the boy was trembling. Maybe he wants to cry. Holy shit…he made 2D cry. What kind of monster...? He was losing control but that wasn't ok, he has to redeem himself. He doesn't want to commit a fault on his word. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. It's alright, we'll find a way". He decided to stop by on one side of the road and get off their car. "You wait for me here, ok?"

"Ok". And 2D was as obedient as a pet. Soon Murdoc came back and now he looked quiet, he even was smiling. "How did it go?"

"We'll be fine. I asked for directions. Nobody knows where the bar is, but they gave me this. I guess we gonna do this the old way, yeah?" Then he showed up a map like if he was very proud of himself.

"You know how to read maps?!" 2D asks very impressed. Murdoc looks at him like "seriously?" but he's having fun; and 2D realizes "of course he knows how to read maps!" He's Murdoc fucking Niccals! The man who made his own empire on a plastic beach, he made a clone out of his guitarist's DNA and always gets what he wants by making pacts and fooling the devil. Reading a map it's a piece of cake for him. 2D is jealous, cuz he doesn't know how to read maps.

Murdoc takes out a marker and draws a way on it. Then he gives it back to his mate. "Now look here, comrade. You're in charge of telling me where to go, got it? We can't be lost this time".

Aye, aye, I get it. Don't worry, Mudzy". 2D takes that second opportunity very seriously and gives Murdoc a salute as if he was his captain. It depends on him to arrive well.

They're back on the road again, willing to have the time of their lives when they get there.