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SAM: Previously on Aquarius...

I'm Dennis.

EMMA: You know Dennis Wilson?

You got some
good music in you.

SAM: Hiya, Bunchy.

By pushing out
the contradictions of racism,

you gave birth to me
as a Black Panther.

Well, the Panthers want
to raise consciousness
in the community.

-It needs raising.
-"We" now, huh?

-Where were you last
Tuesday night, Roy?
-He was with me.

SAM: She is just
what you need.

The shooter is U.S. military.

Lucille said his name
is Captain Welles.

I want to make a deal.

SAM: Mrs. Gladner,
I can't imagine
how scared you are.

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(GROANING SOFTLY)

Hey.

Looks like your boyfriend
shut Lucille up for good.

Maybe it wasn't Roy.
Could be mob.

Either way, we're screwed.
No witness, no case.

We still have Roy.
He trusts me.

He'll get me close to Welles,
and then sooner or later,
I'll...

You're dead.

I can handle myself, Shafe.
I sure as hell can handle Roy.

-No.
-How are you gonna stop me?

Cut will stop you,
as soon as I tell him

we ignored his orders
and you're still undercover.

-So, don't tell Cut.
-Then Hodiak
will freaking tell him.

-He won't tell him.
-Sure he will.

Oh, yeah, no. He became
big daddy as soon as
you were in trouble.

Sam wants me to be a cop.

Sometimes, I think
he's the only one around here
who's man enough

to let me be a real cop
and not a coffee cop.

NEWSCASTER ON TV:
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
has been shot...

They did it.
They finally did it.

They shot King.

The civil rights leader
has been shot

while standing
on a motel balcony

in Memphis, Tennessee,
shortly after 6:00 p.m.

Eastern Standard Time.

Dr. King was rushed
to a nearby hospital,
where doctors are operating...

He dies and Watts
is gonna burn.

King dies,
America's gonna burn.

One witness reported
that he entered the hospital
with a towel over his face.

So much for nonviolence.

...white man
fleeing from the scene,

but the Memphis police
have released a statement

that they do not have
anyone in custody.

Bull.
They got to know something.

Hoover made it
open season on King.

Might as well have
loaded the assassin's rifle
and handed it to him.

There are unconfirmed reports
from witnesses
who were with Dr. King

of a white man running
out of a building
across the street

from where Dr. King was shot.

Dr. King was rushed
to St. Joseph's...

-I thought you went home.
-I was headed home when...

I called. There's something
wrong with your phones.

(LINE BEEPING RAPIDLY)

FBI.

When I heard, I...

I wanted to be here.

And you're welcome, sister.

NEWSCASTER: That left 1 dead,
62 injured...

(PLAYS MELODIOUS TUNE)

I like that.

Yeah, right, right, right.

They shot King.
It's all over TV.

They shot King.

-They shot Martin Luther King?
-Who did it?

SADIE: They don't know.

It's all over TV.

There's a bunch
of pissed-off negroes

in the streets of DC,
Chicago, New York.

They're gonna riot if he dies.

-That's far out.
-Bummer.

SADIE: Charlie,
they shot Reverend King.

NEWSCASTER: On the streets
of Washington, DC, New York,

and dozens of
other American cities,

carrying portable radios
or watching TVs
in display windows,

anxiously waiting for word
on Dr. King's condition.

We have received few updates
since Dr. King was shot
shortly after 6:00 p.m.

Eastern Standard Time.

(WHISPERING) Die.

Die.

Oh, wow.

He's praying for him.

NBC has learned moments ago

that Martin Luther King, Jr.
is dead at the age of 39.

The son of a Baptist minister,
King was ordained in 1948

by his father and soon
thereafter became the voice
of the negro community.

NEWSCASTER 2: As night falls
in the nation's capital,

there are reports of angry
and grief-stricken crowds
roving the streets.

They are the first signs...

ART: They're rioting in DC.

That's just a few blocks
from the White House.

Opal.

Opal, slow down. You... Why?

They give you a reason?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PHONE)

Solitary. Solitary?

They must have
given you a reason.
Opal, give me a reason.

Opal, I can't do this
right now.

(STAMMERS)
I have to call you back.

Hodiak. Shafe.

-Commissioner.
-I need your office.

Uh, I don't need you.

Will you shut the door
on the way out?

The NAACP, Ron Karenga,
even Richard Tendaji
and United Africa

have all agreed to get
their people to not riot,

but I can't get through
to Bunchy Carter
and the Panthers...

-Huh?
-(LINE BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Thanks to the FBI,

who apparently think
it's a good idea to jam
the Panthers' phone lines,

but not Tendaji
and United Africa.

Tendaji and United Africa,
these are new to me.

Black separatists.
Self-governance or something.

Yeah, Bunchy Carter
hates Tendaji
and the feeling is mutual.

The UA and the Panthers
could start a war
in the ghetto

all by themselves.

In order to stop a riot in LA,

I need Panthers
on board with Tendaji.

You're telling me
the feds won't unblock
the Panthers' phone lines

so you can have
a conversation with Bunchy?

Well, you didn't
hear me say that.

And you didn't
hear me say this.

The FBI is not cooperating
with my office, for a change.

The irony is that they share
their surveillance files...

Give me that.

With our very own red squad,

which is how I know
that Bunchy Carter
trusts you, Hodiak,

and how I know that
Shafe over here's wife
is popular with Bunchy.

Shafe's wife is
popular with Bunchy?

She volunteered
for the breakfast program

five days a week

and is highly regarded
by Bunchy. Is that accurate?

I mean, she believes in giving
kids a good breakfast
but she's not on board...

Good.
So, that's why I need you guys
to go down to Panther HQ now.

Right now,
before it gets dark,

and get them to sign on
to stop a riot.

Sign on to what? A pledge?

All due respect, sir,
but asking people not to riot

is only gonna goad
them into rioting.

Why don't we organize
a memorial march for Sunday?

Negroes and whites
mourning together peacefully.

Getting people to
march and hold hands
isn't gonna put a lid on it.

Give this letter to Bunchy.

It explains what
the other negro leaders
have agreed to,

and it respectfully
asks him to cooperate.

Now, go. Now.

The sun goes down
in an hour and a half.

BRIAN: Go ahead,
make your dumb jokes about
Kristin and the Panthers.

I don't think it's funny.

If I were negro,
I'd probably be a Panther.

-Is Kristin a Panther?
-No.

She just believes
in the breakfast program.

She's gonna be
pretty upset about King, huh?

He was like a saint
to Kristin, the whole family.

-Did you call her?
-Tried the house.

Wasn't there.

Thanks.

For what?

For not giving me
a hard time about Kristin.

She likes you, respects you.

I respect her,
and I'm happy for you.

'Cause after a kid,
things can get pretty
stale in the bedroom,

but Kristin in
a beret and leather...

-Oh! (CHUCKLES)
-(STATIC CRACKLES)

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Six William Nine, respond.
Six William Nine, over.

-Six William Nine, over.
-Hold on.

Patching a phone call
through to you.

GARRICK: Hodiak. Is this you?

Yes, commissioner.
It's Hodiak.

Southeast got
a call about a body.

Dead negro girl,
white suspect.

Exactly what we
don't need today.

Shafe can deliver my letter
to Bunchy without your help.

It's your case.

Make sure it doesn't blow up
into an excuse for a riot.

(CLAMORING)

JIMMY: It was called in
to the precinct at 4:13 p.m.

By a male who identified
himself as Jeff Snyder.

The body's been
positively identified

as Louisa Burnside
by her cousin Steve Burnside.

He lives in the building
with his mother,
first floor, 1B.

The man who called it in,
Jeff Snyder,

he wasn't here
when you arrived?

No, sir.

Burnside told me
he and his mother

saw a man
they identified as Snyder

running away
into the back alley.

Who was Snyder to the victim?

-The victim's boss.
-He's not her boss.

He's her boss's brat,
just out of college.

I'll be with you
in a minute, okay?

Why don't you finish up?

Snyder told
the officer who took the call

that when Louisa
didn't report to work,

he came here to check on her.

Found her dead.

So, Snyder came to Watts
after King was shot?

Yes, sir.

And Mr. Burnside told me
Snyder's father
owns this building.

He also said
the victim told him

that Snyder's son
had a crush on her.

Crowd outside,
they friendly to you?

My uniform's the wrong color,
but my skin's the right one.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, talk to them,
real friendly, all right?

Don't tell them
Snyder's a suspect.

Just ask them
if they've seen Snyder,
maybe saw his car come and go.

That your partner there?

JIMMY: Yes, sir.

Why don't you send
him back to southeast
with the coroner, all right?

Let's get rid
of all the white unis.

Low profile today,
just you and good work.

-Yes, sir.
-All right.

Thanks.

-SAM: Nightgown, huh?
-Yeah.

Rigor's set in,
so at least two hours ago.

After I get a look
at stomach contents,
maybe I can narrow it down.

My guess is she's been dead
at least since the morning.

Can you do
the autopsy tonight?
Garrick wants a rush on this.

It's not me. It's Garrick.

Baby, that is not gonna help
your headache.

Well, it ain't gonna hurt.

-(SIGHS) I got to go.
-To meet your headache?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

How did I luck out with you?

Classy squeeze dig
a dumbass like me.

-I like my men dumb.
-(CHUCKLES)

Dumb and long and strong.

Mmm.

I got to get going.

Yesterday he chewed me out
for being two minutes late.

Two minutes.

Guy's got something hard
and sharp way up his ass.

My papa's like that. Ex-navy.
He used to keep time
in 24 hours.

"Supper is at
1800 sharp, girls."

Huh.

I thought...

I thought you said your pop
was in the movie biz.

I said ex-navy, dumbass.

(CHUCKLES)

Take me with you, baby.

Show the boss
how much I love you.

A big square like that,
he judges a man
by his squeeze.

I do like you riding with me,

but he don't expect you,
and this stick
don't like surprises.

Well, every man likes
this kind of surprise.

(CHUCKLES)

-Well, surprise, surprise.
-Mmm-hmm.

Except you are
my fancy Harley.

Exactly.

Show off your fancy wheels.
He'll respect you.

-Oh, yeah?
-Mmm-hmm.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: Look at this white boy
coming down here today.

BRIAN: Fellas.

My wife's inside. Kristin.

-Kristin Shafe.
-Excuse me.

It's okay, guys.

He's with me.

-What are you doing here?
-That's my question.

You serving breakfast,
lunch, and dinner?

Don't worry about Bernadette.
Mama's home with her.

Bernadette needs her mother,
not your mother.

-Go home.
-Hey, hey, why?

Bunchy.

I'm here on behalf
of Commissioner Garrick.

Since he can't reach you
by phone, he sent me here
to deliver this letter to you.

-Your husband?
-Yeah.

BRIAN: Yeah.

I knew you were
married to a white guy,
but your husband's a cop?

You didn't tell them
I was a cop?

Why wouldn't you tell them
I'm on the force?

-Whoa, whoa, brothers, please.
-Why did they send you?

Does the commissioner
know that I'm here?

-What do you think?
-Is that a yes?

Krissy,
just stay out of this, okay?

No, I'm in it, Brian.

How did the commissioner
know that I was here?

BRIAN: This is official
police business.

Oh, It's official
police business.

I can't blab to my wife about
the commissioner's private...

-Please don't. Don't.
-You can tell the police
all my business.

How about you both calm down
so I can read the damn letter.

MAN ON RADIO:
Martin Luther King
dedicated his life

to love and to justice
between fellow human beings.

Why is she here?

Roy thought maybe
I could help him
move your stuff.

Hang out on the campuses
and be a lot less conspicuous
than a Straight Satan.

Besides, you need
to widen your net.

Ghetto's gonna be closed
for business for a while.

Why's that?

Because of King being killed.

Matter of fact, I called you
here to tell you to shut down
until King blows over.

I don't know. I mean...

People are scared.

Might be a good time
to give them
a way to get mellow.

Huh!

-Roy, I'm hungry. You hungry?
-I'm always hungry.

Go fetch us three burgers
all the way.

Um...

You stay.

Okay.

MAN ON RADIO:
Black people amongst blacks
and white amongst whites...

BUNCHY: No.

Tell the commissioner
we can't work with Tendaji
and UA.

Why not?

Tendaji's a provocateur
working for the FBI.

What does that mean?

He means that
Tendaji's being paid
to stir up trouble

between the Black Panthers
and the other black group.

Baby, please stay out of this.

We will have nothing
to do with Tendaji.

But you can tell your boss
the Black Panther Party
believes

that riots will only hurt
the black community.

We will urge our people
not to destroy
their own homes.

That's great. That's all
the commissioner wants.

I don't care what
the commissioner wants.

I mean, that's all
the commissioner's requesting.

You so-called
officers of the peace

don't make requests
of my people.

You beat us, and you kill us.

Look, whatever this is,
the answer is no.

Come on.

I'll take you home
to Bernadette.

No, you go home
and take care of our daughter.

-Baby...
-I'm busy.

-So, you were
this Bri's chick?
-No.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)
-Just friendly.

I helped him push his stuff
to college kids.

I think you'd like working
with Bri, though.

-Really like him.
-Yeah? Why is that?

He served in Nam, like you.

And he has a lot of customers
among the vets.

(CHUCKLES)

You're a clever girl.

Yeah. You're too clever
to be with trash like Roy.

Come here.

Right here. Come on.

I like Roy.

I'm a one-guy girl.

Good.

Good.

I prize loyalty above all.

-Stay.
-(DOOR OPENS)

Get your burgers
while they're hot.

-You all right, babe?
-Yeah.

Just hungry.

NEWSCASTER ON TV:
Within an hour of
Reverend King's murder,

-smoke began drifting
toward the White House.
-(SIREN WAILING)

You see this, huh? See that?

The capital, our sweet cradle
of government is burning down.

It's burning, see? You know
who else sees it? Huh? Huh?

Cronkite,
the father of all truth,

says that LBJ sees it
from the White House.

(CHARLIE LAUGHING)

Let's go get high.

Charlie said no drugs today
on account of America dying.

Charlie says a lot of things.

Come on.

CHARLIE: Oh...

Just think of the man's pain.

Sad-eyed Lyndon,
it's killing you.

NEWSCASTER ON TV:
In Tennessee and Maryland...

The national guard
has already been called...

Detroit, Chicago! (LAUGHS)

The Windy City
is burning down.

(ALL SHOUTING)

So, Louisa was
your first cousin?

Nonconsanguineous.

(STUTTERS)
What? That's a $1000 word.

What? Nonconsanguineous?

What? Black people
can't know big words?

No. No, I didn't
mean that at all. I'm just...

I like learning new words.

Nonconsangui...

Guineous. What does it mean?

It means
we're not blood cousins.

But she used to
live downstairs
with you and your mom?

Yeah, in 1B,
until two weeks ago

when Snyder
gave her this place.

Gave her?

It's not real rent,
what she was paying.
$22 a month.

That's a token.

And I told her,

"Snyder's gonna expect
for you to pay
in some other way."

That's what he came for.

So you and your mother saw
Snyder running away?

-Which way did he run?
-I don't know.

-I saw him go
down the back alley...
-Mmm-hmm.

...but I knew right away
that he had done
something to her.

I bet you wish
you could get your hands
on Snyder right now.

Damn straight, I do.
Make him pay.

Okay.

Well, I'm sorry for your loss,
Mr. Burnside.

But if you can think
of anything else,
here's my card.

You can call me
at the precinct, all right?

Thank you.

BRIAN: I know that look.

He's your suspect,
not the white guy?

Snyder, the white guy,
didn't kill her
this afternoon.

She's been dead since morning.

Although coming back
to the scene and pretending
to discover the body

is the stupid kind of...
that killers do all the time.

So, Snyder is not eliminated.

How'd it go with Kristin
and her new best friend,
Bunchy?

(CHUCKLES) You're so funny.

It must be tiring
being so charming
and funny all the time.

-It is. It's a little...
-Bunchy tore up the letter.

Wait. If Snyder came
back here to pretend
to discover the body, why run?

-It makes no sense.
-Did he run?

Maybe the cousin came back,
found Snyder with the body,
and killed Snyder.

I mean, for sure
he's lying about something.

I'd take him downtown
and sweat him, but not today.

Not when there's a mob
out there just longing
to believe

we're covering
for a white killer.

GARRICK ON PHONE:
Hey, more good news.

Turns out Jeff Snyder
is Moses Snyder's son.

You know who Moses Snyder is?

Yeah. A millionaire slumlord.

Big donor to Reagan.

Right now he's sitting
in his Beverly Hills mansion

throwing lightning bolts at me
'cause his boy Jeff
didn't come home.

I told Moses I had
my best man on it.
Don't make me a liar.

What are you doing
home now, anyway?

I came back to grab a shower
and change my clothes.

Get your butt to the precinct.

Moses is heading
over there to see you.

I promised you'd have
an update for him.

And what are you
gonna do about Bunchy?

Shafe got nowhere.

Can't do anything about Bunchy
till daylight.

Uh-huh. I don't care
if Moses' son is the killer.

Find him
and close it by tomorrow.

And get the Panthers
to sign on.

Tomorrow?

If I don't actually have to
establish who killed her,
I could close it tonight.

Why not tonight?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Opal.

-I like your outfit.
-(CHUCKLES)

-You know what they're doing
to our boy, Sam?
-(DOOR CLOSES)

Twenty-three hours a day,
he's alone in a 6x9 cell.

And when they let him out,
he's in a yard

where the walls are so high
they can't even see over them.

Twenty-four hours a day, Sam.
(SNIFFLES)

(GRUNTS) He's alone.
Nobody speaks to him.

No one's talking to him.
Nobody is holding him, Sam.

(CRYING) My baby's alone.

(SNIFFLES)

(SOBBING)

Okay.

Now, you can't say anything
to anyone about this.

All right?

But I may have
something that'll give us
leverage with the military.

-What?
-Something that could
embarrass them.

Maybe, just maybe,
I can get Walt out.

Why the hell didn't you
warn me that Bunchy didn't
know you were a cop?

-I didn't... I wasn't...
-GARRICK: Thinking?

Well, for the next
couple of days,
I need everybody to think.

Tell your wife
to talk to Bunchy.
Get her to convince him.

Over 50 cities are rioting.

Businesses destroyed.
Homes gone. People dying.
So far, not LA.

But that won't hold
without the Panthers on board.

Tell your wife
she can save lives.

-(LINE CLICKS)
-(DIAL TONE)

Finally off the phone?

Good. I want you
out of here tonight.

I can't stand
to look at your face,
you damn fool.

Go on. Get.

Get out.

-Where do you expect me to go?
-Go to Sam's.

Hodiak can take you in.
He already knows
you're a fool.

I just found out today.

Reverend King was killed.

Shot down like a dog,
and you show up

like you're God's
gift to the world
ordering me around.

(BERNADETTE CRYING)

You think I'm your nigger
to boss around?
You think I'm your nigger?

I'm not your nigger.

I am your wife,
the mother of your child.

Baby, I'm sorry.

-(SIGHS)
-I need you.

I love you, okay?
I'm begging you. Please.

Please forgive me.

Keep away from me tonight.

I'm going to the bedroom.
You stay on the couch.

And maybe in the morning,
I can stand
to look at you again.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

Shh. It's okay, Bernadette.
Momma's here.

I got you. I got you.
It's okay. I know.

Get your people in there.
It's my building.

Practically the whole block
is mine. Search.

Look, maybe the Schwarzes
are torturing him.

Mr. Snyder, what would
help us find your son is

if we could go
over his movements
before he disappeared.

All right, he was at
your house last night?

Birthday party for my wife.
Two hundred guests.

Wasn't over till 1:00.

He slept there,
and then we went
to the office together.

Then they shoot King,
and all of a sudden,
he's gone.

Was your son
in love with the victim?

Love. He's thinking
with his schmeckle.

(SIGHS) He's a good boy.

I'm not a good person,
but he's such a good boy.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Please,
keep it out of the paper.

It'd kill his mother.

A colored girl.

Look what they're doing
in DC, in Chicago,

all over the country,
burning down their own homes.

We're next.
Mark my words. We're next.

NEWSCASTER ON TV:
Today dawn in Washington, DC

was obscured by
a layer of smoke

from fires that continue
to burn out of control.

Daylight revealed
block after block
of destruction in the capital

and in more than
40 American cities.

The pattern is
becoming familiar
throughout the United States.

Tex! The cars ready yet? Tex!

Naked.

Naked we arrive,
naked we survive.

All right, uh,
we need to go to the desert.

Tex, if we need to go
to the desert today,

find a hidey hole,
are we ready?

Yeah, yeah. I guess.

Can we leave, Dennis?

Just go to Europe,
maybe Australia,
until it's over?

-Until what's over?
-The race war.

Now, now.

We're cool here.
They ain't gonna riot
in Beverly Hills.

Charlie's right.

He always said, the black man
will get his revenge,

cut the white man's throat,

burn his towns,
destroy white civilization.

Cleanse the world
for the family
to remake the world.

Are you saying that
Charlie wants a race war?

(CHUCKLES) No. No, no, no.

He's just like you, an artist.

He has visions.

Some are beautiful,
like dreams,
and some are nightmares.

CORONER: Hodiak.

It took all night, but I was
able to establish she was
killed Wednesday night

sometime between
7:00 and 3:00 a.m.

Oh, and maybe
here's your motive.
She was three months pregnant.

Between 7:00 and 3:00?

-So, he's innocent.
-Glad I could help.

No reason to run.

You're welcome.

We're all clear.

And I was just
getting comfortable.

There are two possibilities.
Either he killed her...

Now there's only one.

Hi, ma'am.
I'm Detective Hodiak.

I'm investigating
your niece's murder.

I've come here to question
a young man you're sheltering,
Jeff Snyder.

Since yesterday at 3:00 p.m.,
it hasn't been safe
for a white man in Watts,

and yet yesterday at 4:00,
Jeff Snyder very bravely
came down here

to check on the woman
that he loves.

Only he found her dead.

And after he called
the precinct,

and your neighbors heard
the terrible news,

someone spread it to the crowd
gathering outside that Jeff,

a white slumlord,
had killed her.

So, to protect him,
you hid him.

Jeff Snyder, I presume?

SAM: Three months.

Louisa was
three months pregnant.

-I'm sorry.
-Why didn't you tell me?

It would just make you sadder.

Friday was three months.

She was gonna tell you,
and I was gonna
tell Mom and Dad.

Whatever they said,
we were gonna get married.

But you knew she was pregnant,
didn't you, cousin Steve?

-Cousin Louisa
told you herself.
-No.

No, no. That's right.
You're not really cousins.

How did you put it?
Nonconsanguineous?

That's an odd word to use,
almost as if you were
thinking about

whether or not you could marry
and have children.

-(GASPS)
-Sounds like maybe
you mentioned

that you wanted to marry
her to your mother.

Maybe you told
your friends, too.
I could ask around.

STEVE: No.
SAM: You loved Louisa.

-STEVE: No. I...
-And the night
she was murdered,

you waited for your
mother to go to sleep,

and then you snuck
upstairs to tell her.

That's not true.

And that's when she told
you she was pregnant
and carrying Jeff's baby.

-And that's when
you strangled her.
-No.

-No.
-SAM: Stop lying.

-Oh, God, Stevie,
what did you do?
-I didn't hurt her.

-Don't lie to
your mother, Steve.
-STEVE: I'm not lying.

-Don't you lie to me, Stevie.
-I'm not lying, Mom.

-Don't you dare lie to me.
-I didn't hurt her.

I didn't mean
to hurt her, I swear.

I just wanted her to stop.
Stop saying she never
wanted to see me again.

-You son of a bitch.
-I didn't mean to.

-(GRUNTING)
-I didn't mean to.

SAM: Relax. Relax.

I just wanted... (SOBBING)

I just wanted her to stop.

I'm sorry.

Sam's got a black killer
and an innocent white man.

He can't get either one
out of Watts safely
without your help.

Why not?
Just call in the cavalry.

The cops show up to haul off
a black man for a murder

everyone on the block thinks
a white man committed,
and we will have a riot.

Detective, sometimes I think
the LAPD can't do anything
right without our help.

But isn't that the point
of the Black Panther Party,

to make sure
the police do their job
the righteous way?

Tell Hodiak
I have a condition.

SAM: The killer was waiting
for his mother's head
to be turned

to lure Jeff into
the arms of the mob.

Bunchy saved Jeff's life.

Why do I hear a "but"?

Not a "but," a promise.

I promised Bunchy
that you would persuade
UA and Tendaji

to join the Panthers'
boycott on Monday.

I also promised that
Moses would persuade
white business owners

to give their negro
employees the day off
in memorial for Dr. King.

Done. Absolutely, done.

Wait. I can't promise
that Tendaji's gonna
go along with Bunchy.

Yes, you can, and you will,
if you want to have
a future in this town.

NEWSCASTER ON TV:
Richard Tendaji
of United Africa,

seen here shaking hands
with Black Panther Leader,
Bunchy Carter,

has agreed to join
in the Panthers' call

for negroes
to take the day off

and boycott
white-owned stores.

It's beginning to look
as if Los Angeles
will be spared the riots

that have ravaged more than
150 American cities.

This Sunday, there will be
a city-wide display of unity,

a march of whites
and negro groups
to Pershing Square...

SADIE: Hey, Charlie.

Why don't we just go
to the desert anyway?

We could drop some acid
and find our hidey hole.

Charlie? Charlie?

Hey, hey, hey.

Do you want to go
to the desert, Tex?

(BOTTLE SHATTERS)

All by yourself?

Charlie. Charlie, Charlie.
Come on, be a good baby.

Dennis is here.

-Hey.
-No, no, no.

Come here. Come on.
You don't want to do this.

You don't want to do this.
Baby, come on.

Come here, come here,
come here.

Okay, okay. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.

Look, Dennis doesn't want
a race war, okay, sweetie?

And he's really
freaked out that you do.

He says maybe you're not ready
to play for Terry Melcher.

-Melcher?
-Yeah.

-Who's that?
-Shh! Um...

A big-time music producer.
Big-time.

Yeah. Yeah?

What did he say exactly?

He said Melcher
and all the big-time
record producers,

they're liberals,
Charlie, okay?

They're liberals.
They like negroes. Okay?

They want peace
between all the races, okay?

-(CHARLIE SIGHS)
-Mmm-hmm.

(DOOR OPENS)

-Oh. You're late.
-CHARMAIN: Sorry.

It's hard to sneak out on Roy.

This is Bri.

WELLES: Go home to
your boyfriend, Charmain.

Thanks for the introduction.

-Have a seat.
-(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Charmain tells me you served,
but didn't say where.

So, fill me in.

-OPAL: Did you hear?
-Hear what?

(SIGHS) They're charging
him with mutiny.

He's in solitary.
How could he lead
a prison riot?

You better use
what you have against them now

before they fake up
some way to kill him.

And after two years
of that crap, guess what.

I didn't re-up.

Even before Tet,
I knew we couldn't win.

If you're gonna
sell my product,
better sample it first.

I don't use.

(CHUCKLES)

You were in country
and you never tasted

the honey
of the golden triangle?

No.

Well, I don't trust a salesman
who won't sample
what he's selling.

It's just like
riding a bike, isn't it?

What'd he say about Roy?

He said,
"I'm letting go of Roy.
The Satans are disorganized.

"Too big a risk.

"Now that Watts is
open for business,

"I want you to
assemble a new network
of your Nam buddies."

And then I asked about you.

He said,
"Oh, no, Charmain's a keeper."

So, congratulations, I guess.

You know that Roy
is not gonna take
getting fired lying down.

Charmain, have you
suddenly gone stupid?

He knows Roy's not
gonna take a pink slip.
He's gonna kill him.

-Are you positive?
-Yes.

Tomorrow at 4:00.

He arranged to meet
at the Satans' Warehouse,

where Roy will be,
and I quote,
"Relaxed, easy prey."

I can be there.
I'll arrest Welles first.

For what? Having an evil plan?

You need to let him
get far enough along

till Roy sees
he's about to frag him.

Then you step in,
and maybe we can get Roy
to flip on Welles,

put him away for dealing.

Far enough along?

How far is far enough, Shafe?
Roy gets shot once, twice?

Girls, are your nails dry?

Look, I know you love
to gossip with
your best friend,

but how about
closing Guapo's murder?

We're supposed to
run this by him.

Don't stop him.
Let him kill Roy.

-You're kidding, right?
-No.

With Roy gone,
you'll be his main man.
You'll be his main gal.

You'll bag
the whole operation.

No, we can't just let him...

Die? Why not? He's scum.
It's a misdemeanor homicide.

Hey, I understand that Roy
is a human being to you now,

but sacrificing him
will make your case,

and it'll cut off
the drug supply from Vietnam.

That... No.

I need you to
play it this way.

For me.

Do this as a favor to my son.

Your son?

-What does Walt
have to do with this?
-What's going on?

Walt's in bad shape.

They added a mutiny charge.

I need you to take
your time with Welles.

Gather all the details
you can about

how he used the military
to funnel drugs from Vietnam.

Without messing up your bust.

I think I can use the threat
of publicizing those details

to get Walt better treatment.

I'm afraid he'll die in there.

Sam, I am not gonna let
another human being be killed

just so that you can make...

Maybe, make a deal
for your son.

You care more
about some lowlife

who's murdered three
people than my son?

-Walt did what he did...
-My son.

...knowing the consequences.

I'm sorry, but under the law,
he was a traitor.

I'm sorry, Sam.

NEWSCASTER ON TV:
In a show of unity and peace,

white and black leaders
in Los Angeles,

including groups
that adamantly refused
to work together in the past,

marched together
peacefully today,

honoring and mourning the loss
of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

There he is.

-You owe me, commissioner.
-I'm grateful.

You owe me,
and I will collect.

MAN ON TV: United Africa.

WOMAN: Black power.
MAN: The motherland.

ALL:
¶ How sweet the sound

¶ That saved a wretch

¶ Like me

¶ I once... ¶

(TV CLICKS OFF)

Good news, capitano.
Looks like Watts
is back in business.

Yeah, but you're wrong
about this place.
We can't use it.

Hey, it's perfect.

Looks like our hideout,
but, uh, we can move things
easy from unit to unit.

It's not secure.
Anybody driving by
can easily see my car

and us talking,
for that matter.

That's what's so cool, man.

We stand here,
look like we're doing nothing,

and then I just close her up.

We're invisible.
Ain't that great?

-It's nice and private.
-(GUN COCKS)

Police.

Drop the gun.

(LAUGHS)

Where'd you get that,
the five-and-dime?

-(DOOR BANGS OPEN)
-SAM: LAPD.

(GRUNTING)

BRIAN: Hey! Hey!

(PANTING) Get off.

You bitch.

Don't talk.

-Call an ambulance.
-I'm gonna kill you.

-I'm gonna kill you.
-CHARMAIN: I'm so sorry.

ROY: You lied to me.
You bitch. I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna kill you!
I'm gonna kill you!

I can't do this.
I can't. I can't.

You are doing it.

You're doing it great.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ROTARY PHONE DIALING)

(LINE TRILLING)

SAM ON PHONE: Hodiak.

I'm in trouble, Sam.