All language subtitles for Aquarius.S02E06.Revolution.9.720p.WEB-DL.2CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

SAM: Previously on Aquarius...

KRISTIN: I love you, Bri.

-You're warm.
-I think I have a fever.

Everybody's doing the funny.

MEG: Tina Greenwood,
reported missing
right after Thanksgiving.

SAM: It's the same girl.

-You went to high school
with her.
-Vineland High is a big place.

He doesn't remember
the first missing girl
from high school.

And I can't shoot
my wad on a hunch.

You will help Dick Nixon
take the White House.

Your lives are going
to be lived completely
in the public eye.

You do not live apart.
You do not get divorced.

We sold the house.

Here's the new address.

Where have you
been hiding that voice?

Charlie, I thought
you were the only one
in the family that could sing.

-Terry?
-Good to see you, man.

-Hi, I'm Terry.
-I know who you are.

Charlie Manson.

-(MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER,
LAUGHTER)

Hey, hey, that's mine.

Oh. Sorry, sir.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I don't want it now.
You touched it
with your black paw.

Hey. Who's the new Mr. Groovy?

It's Gregg something.

Music producer.

He's tight with Terry.

Well, if he's tight with Terry

why ain't you
making him happy?

-He wants Boots.
-Dennis wants Boots, too.

Dennis wants everybody.

CHARLIE: (STAMMERS)
Who's Boots?

SADIE: Melcher's girl
in the million dollar boots.

Melcher, Dennis, Greg.
They all want her.

Men think they want
fancy puss, but they don't.

They want you, my alley cats,

barefoot and free.

Go give Terry what
he don't know he wants.

BOY: Come on, Charlie.
Bring the ball back.
Get over here. Hurry up.

Come on. Let's go!

Well, she's the right
age and height
to be Tina Greenwood,

but the body's
too decomposed to identify.

(GRUNTS)

Lucky it was pouring rain,
or the kid never would've
found the corpse.

There's skin
tissue left on the ribs.

Maybe I can
extract imbedded fabric,
ID, blouse, panties.

Show some respect, huh?
We treated
the Viet Cong better.

Trying to gross him out?
What do you really got?

These look like what
the mother described
in the missing persons report.

I'll show them to her.

Filbert?

MALE TV ANCHOR 1: After
McCarthy's strong showing
in New Hampshire

pushed President Johnson out,

Robert Kennedy's
late entry into

the contest for
the Democratic
Party's nomination

has been labeled as
ruthless opportunism.

Ruthless or not,
if Kennedy wins
the California primary

he will be the front-runner.

FEMALE TV ANCHOR:
The enthusiastic crowds
Robert Kennedy's drawing,

some have likened it
to a rock star's,

could make the late
president's brother

irresistible to
party delegates
at a brokered convention.

MALE TV ANCHOR 2: Winning next
week's California primary
is seen as crucial

for Robert Kennedy to become
the democratic nominee.

The probable
Republican party candidate,
Richard Nixon.

He is a beauty.

Sure.

That Bobby's a thug.

Yeah.

Worst cheater of the Kennedys.

He'd kill his own mother
to get his skinny ass
in the White House.

McCarthy's polling
only five points behind

Bobby in California.

We've got to help
McCarthy win here.

Stop Bobby in California,
and he'll be dead.

SAM: I just don't
trust this kid.

Okay, then why don't you
ask him to take
a lie detector test?

'Cause I don't want to waste
my time gathering evidence
that's not admissible.

And not taking a polygraph?
That's wasting time.

You could eliminate him.

This is the 20th century, Sam.
All the big boys
are using them.

I hate the 20th century, okay?
Here's how you're
gonna handle him.

-Me?
-Yeah. He's already got his
defenses up with me.

What I want you to do is,
I want you to...

I know, I know.
The doughnuts, to relax him.

No. The doughnuts
are to fortify you.

You look dead on your feet.

Act like you think
he's innocent.

If I think he's innocent,
then why am I questioning him?

Because I'm making you.

Bitch and moan about it.

If he buys that you think
you're wasting your time,

maybe he'll slip up.

Okay, (CLEARS THROAT)
I'm gonna level with you.

You want to know
the real reason
why you are here?

Because Detective Hodiak hates

everybody under the age of 30.

He hates the 20th century.

-(CHUCKLING)
-The whole century.

BEN: Am I under arrest?

If I'm under arrest
I am going to call
my lawyer.

BRIAN: Okay.

(STAMMERS)
Yeah, I mean, we can.

Oh... Why you want a lawyer?
You guilty of something?

Give the guy a break, Hodiak.

He can't answer
a few simple questions
without a lawyer?

Okay, now,
I definitely want to talk
to my lawyer.

You get a lawyer,
you get arrested.

You get arrested,
you get a record.

Innocent or not. And trust me,
you do not want
to go through that.

I want to call my lawyer.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

TERRY: (LAUGHS) Wow!

Hey, Terry.
Glad my girls are
making music with you.

See, music that'll make
the whole world feel
how you feel right now.

Like mine.

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Terry, man, man,
will you listen, Ter?

-You promise to hear
my new songs?
-(GRUNTING)

-Promise?
-(PANTING) Yes.
Come on, man, yes.

That's a sacred promise,
Terry. You're a man
of your word,

and your word is your manhood.

Yes. Come on, Charlie!

-So I have your
manhood's promise, right?
-Yes, yes, yes!

All right!

-(SPITTING)
-(LAUGHING)

All right.

It's been four hours.
Where's my lawyer?

You're five years
older than Tina?

You would've been graduating
college when she was
still at Pineland, right?

Vineland. Vineland High.

Right. You're too young
to go to reunions, right?

Tiger games.

Went to two playoff games
when they reached state.

Went with my buddy.
He's a Tiger booster.

And Tina was a cheerleader.

You could've had
a long talk with her
at a rally and not remember.

It's okay if you tell me
now you forgot,

how you did meet Tina.

I had Lyons intercept his
lawyer. Told him his client
was being arraigned.

That's a nutty lie.
We haven't even booked him.
We haven't even arrested him.

A nutty lie? (LAUGHS)
It's not even a lie.

Lyons misheard.
Thought he said his client's
name was Ben Wheeler.

We booked a Ben Wheeler
this morning. He's being
arraigned downtown now.

Come on.

Wheeler? Doesn't sound
anything like Healy.

Wheeler? Wheelie?
Wheeler? (MUMBLING)
You all right?

You coming down
with something?
You look...

-No. Maybe. (COUGHS)
-Ugh!

I'd like to go home
and get some shuteye.

No, no, no. Here's the thing.
You cough on Healy.

Make him sweat.
You're doing good, Shafe.

You got a real lead here
with this high school
buddy thing.

Go in there, get his name.

Get it to me. I'll call him.
We'll play them
against each other.

-Here's how.
-I know.

Only way to get you
off my back is for me
to talk to his buddy.

That's good.
But no, here's the real play.

Eat his doughnut.

-His doughnut?
-Yeah. Yeah.

He's keeping it.
Some kind of security thing.

He's holding it in reserve
or something,
making him feel safe.

You go in there,
ask him about
his high school buddy,

then take a big bite
of his doughnut.

(SOFTLY)
Big bite of his doughnut.

Get your, you know,
nasty cooties all over it.

There's a Sean Boyle
on the line,
says he's an old friend?

The boiling man.

(PHONE RINGING)

-Kennedy headquarters.
-Sean Boyle?

In his office.

Hey, Samuel.

What the hell you doing
holed up here?

Don't tell me the union
actually likes Bobby.

(LAUGHS) You're damn right.
He's our best shot
to beat tricky Dick.

But Bobby blows
with the wind. You know,
he started the Vietnam war

with his brother
and then he handed
the hot potato over to LBJ,

and now he turns around
and accuses Johnson
of being a baby-killer.

Exactly, Bobby's a winner.

That's another reason
I called.

We're gonna need help.
I wanted to hire you with
Bobby's security here in LA.

Sorry, I can't moonlight.

It's one night. Why not?

Take a taste.
Private's your future, Sam.

Make three times the money.

(STAMMERS) I can't.
I got to get back.
I'm sweating a suspect.

So let him sweat
for another minute.

I got trouble, Sam.

I'm being blackmailed
by a hooker,

and I know it is ridiculous
to be scared of a whore,

but if she tells Mary...

(STAMMERS)
I just can't let
that happen, Sam.

She's threatening
to tell Mary?
Not the union?

Ah. The union? The union
doesn't give a fart.

(SIGHS, GROANS)

I love Mary, you know?
But after four kids,

she's put on 60 pounds.
She'd rather have
a doughnut than me.

So,

(SIGHS)

I go to hookers,
and I pick Irish girls because

they remind me of Mary,
before she was, you know.

You're sentimental.

Well, there are these
two particular lassies
I like,

(CHUCKLES)
and I've been seeing
them kind of regular,

so it's got to be one of them.

You're sure there are
only two lasses?

(LAUGHS) Yeah, okay,
you know me too well.

But yes, these are the only
two that I was dumb enough
to talk to about Mary.

And as you can see
from these letters,

the blackmailer knows
how I feel about my marriage,

so find out which hooker, Sam.

Find her,

and, uh, make her stop.

Hey!

(SNIFFLES)

Hodiak says I've got to talk
to your high school buddy,

and then we're in good shape.

What's his name?

Or you want me to tell him
that you refused?

Okay.

Your funeral.

Hey! Hey.

It's Phil Gleason.

I'll get you his phone number.

(GUITAR PLAYING)

Dennis, come on, man.
Gotta go. Got to catch a plane
to Frisco. Let's do it.

Hey, Terry.
You got time
for one song, man.

You promised, right, Terry?

Promise of your manhood.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man. Sure.
Be happy to listen.

I'll be back Tuesday
for the primary, okay?

You should play at my guy's
victory celebration,
election night.

Right on.

I'm late, man. Sorry.
Got to go. Come on, guys.
Got to go! Frisco.

Grace?

Grace, can you introduce
Mrs. Nixon before lunch?

Me? Why?

Well, Bunny Sturdevant's plane
is delayed. Someone's got
to introduce her.

You know her, right?
Your husband works for Dick.

(CHUCKLES) No, no, Becky,
you're the secretary.

I can't. I break out in hives
if I have to speak in public.

Please, Grace, please.

Oh, I don't know.

You know Pat, right?

I've met her
a couple of times.

Great. You're elected.

He's sticking to his story.
He never met Tina.

You call Gleason's number?

Yeah, I just called. I got
an answering service.
Left a message.

(SHUDDERING)
Jeez, it's cold, right?

Listen, Healy's done.
He put his head down,
passed out.

What's the next?
Beat him with a phone book?

(LAUGHS)

-You're sick.
-I'm the sick one?

No, no, no. You're hot.
You got a fever.

You got something.

This ain't the flu.

Huh?

No, you should go home.
You're gonna infect everybody.

Look, just go home.
I'll take over with him.

But you get out of here.
Take care of yourself. Go.

Hello. I'm Grace Karn.

(SILENCE)

(CLAPPING)

You know, I remember
the first time I realized,

well, not realized,
(CHUCKLES)

but came to understand
who Pat Nixon is.

I was a young mother
of an adorable 2-year-old,

who, let's be honest,
was running me ragged.
(CHUCKLES)

(SCATTERED LAUGHTER)

And when I heard
Vice President Nixon
explain about Pat's

respectable Republican
cloth coat

and how much their
two little girls loved their
cocker spaniel, Checkers,

I don't know. I just...

I got so vivid
a picture of a family.

A modest,
hard-working American family.

And it made me proud.

Not only proud
to be a Republican,

not only proud to be
a citizen of the greatest
democracy on Earth,

but proud to be
a Republican wife and mother.

(APPLAUSE)

Change of shift.
You got me for
the next 12 hours.

This is the United States.
You can't keep me
here forever.

I guess you're the expert
on what cops can and can't do.

What do I know?
Oh. I will tell you
what I do know.

Your high school buddy
got back to me. He's gonna
be here in 15 minutes.

Really?

Now, talking to a pretty
high school girl
ain't a crime.

But lying to me
about it is, kid.

Now, it's up to you to decide
whether or not it's smart
to stick to your story.

Because when your
buddy gets here,
and tells me different,

then you are going
to stay here.

Forever.

He's here. Mr. Gleason's here.

Last chance.

I got nothing to say.

Mr. Gleason. Detective Hodiak.

You didn't go to high school
with Ben Healy.

-You're his lawyer.
-And his uncle.

After you dragged
my nephew in here
last time, I told Ben,

"Cops show up again,
keep your mouth shut
and call me."

Ben's a smart boy.

SAM: Maybe.

But you're stupid.

You gave him stupid advice.

He got you here by lying
to a police officer.

That's obstruction of justice.

Charge him, detective.

You've held my nephew here
for over 24 hours.
Is he under arrest?

Meg?

Take this man to see
his nephew, or his client,
or whoever he is.

And for the record,
Healy was never under arrest,

and nobody told him
he was, ever.

Or led him to believe he was?

I'll be filing
an official complaint
about this, detective.

Yeah, I'm the one
who has a complaint.

Your client's way too smart
to be innocent.

We were all so touched
when you said you were proud
to be a wife and mother.

I mean, Bunny's a pistol,

but when we elect
a new California
chapter president,

it would be terrific
to have somebody like you

who could talk about the joys,
the hard work and,

how did you put it?
Raising your girl.

Uh. Well... She was a handful.
Ran me ragged.

(LAUGHS) Perfect. They do
run us ragged. But what job
could be more important?

How old is your daughter now?

(STAMMERS) Uh... She's 17.

And still your baby, right?
And where is she? In college?

Emma! Good day, sunshine!

Wakey, wakey.

Now, I need you.
I need you, Cherry.
Gregg's here.

Who?

Gregg Jakobson.
Terry's friend.
Man of music.

Sad, restless rooster
with no chick he likes.

See, Sadie, Patty and Minnie,
all wrong. Gregg wants
my sweet Cherry pop.

Which is fine. 'Cause he's
gonna give you the answer
to the riddle of Melcher.

He's sure to know.

Know what?

I...

I told you. Gene McCarthy,

and Bobby Kennedy
are running to be dictator
of the jailed world.

Terry likes one of them,

and we have a chance
to play for him,
if I can find out which one.

(SIGHS)

Cherry pop.

We're almost at the top
of the mountain, and I've got
the song to get us there.

A song of love, Cherry.
About you.

(SHUDDERING)

(PANTING)

KEN: Martini, please.
Very dry. Olives.

You're assigned
to LA these days,
Agent Copley?

Here on a case.
Going back in a week.

I tracked you down
because of the
California primary.

I'm working for Dick.

Good work if you can get it.

Nixon's got
the Republican nomination
sewn up.

Well, we're not worried
about the nomination.

We're worried about
facing Bobby Kennedy
in the general.

I'm sure J. Edgar
must be unhappy

at the prospect of
Bobby becoming president.

If he's elected,
Hoover could be out.

With the dirt
we've got on Bobby,
(SCOFFS)

the director could ruin him
anytime he likes.

Is that what
you're after, Ken?

Glad to help.
More than happy to
help you hurt Bobby.

Thanks.

You're looking very fit.

When the office
said you were in LA,

I was disappointed
you hadn't called.

BRIAN: Oh, man,
it worked great.

I got the kid to admit
he went back to the school,

and also it was...

Funny.

(CHUCKLES)
Really just funny.

It was funny?
What was funny?

All the tricks Sam
has up his sleeve

for confusing lawyers
where their clients are.

You really think that's funny?

Railroading people?

Well, what?

Cat got your tongue?

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Hello?

Hi, Sam.
You want Bri? He's sick.

What? No, he's ok.

Hey.

Oh, no,
I threw up on the way home.
I feel fine now.

Must have been the doughnuts.
What happened?

(WHISPERS) Wow.

He faked me out.

Yeah, okay. Yeah, sorry.
I guess I screwed up.

Yeah.
Yeah, see you tomorrow.

Hey, how about that?

The suspect we were playing
hide and seek with,

he faked me out.

You must feel like a fool.

You told Sam you threw up.

Your stomach upset?
You nauseous?

No, I feel great.

Well,
Sam said that you were...

Yeah, yeah. No,

I was, but I'm fine now.

I'm great.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SNIFFS) Oh!

Hot pastrami on rye.

Spicy mustard and coleslaw,
and a Cel-Ray soda.

Ah! You remembered!

David, I will keep them
coming every Tuesday
for the next month

if you tell me
everything you know about

these two lovely
ladies of the evening.

Angel Ready.
That's gotta be
her nom de fellatio.

Her address is 2395 Highland.

That is Gina Lombardi.

Lombardi. Not Irish?
She's not Irish.

-Not Irish.
-She has fair
skin and blue eyes,

-but her real
name is Lombardi.
-Huh.

-She should be Irish.
-Lady Ann.

Oh, I know her!
Lady Ann is Becky Stein.

-Stein?
-A shande for my people.

Stein and Lombardi.
That sounds like
an unholy law firm.

Either of those girls
ever dabble in extortion?

Extortion? Why bother?
They're $100 girls, no taxes.

And they have a decent pimp.

A decent pimp?

He's decent, for a pimp.

But we're
talking about one pimp?

Yeah.

I thought that's
the connection you'd made.

These girls
have the same pimp.

Hey, honey?
You have trouble sleeping?
How late were you up?

(SIGHS) I'm dropping
Bernadette off at mom's
and going to class.

Why don't you get in bed?

You're off today,
right, honey?
You can sleep all day.

(BABY COOING)

The pimp's name
is Martin O'Reilly.

He placed
the ads you answered.

At least he is Irish.

And you think
he's the blackmailer?

Gotta be.

The girls would
never blackmail a client

without his say-so.
He'd kill 'em.

Why would this O'Reilly
wanna blackmail me?

That's the mystery.
You're too good
a client to blow up.

O'Reilly is generous
with the right people at vice,

but if I turn up
the heat that'll change.

I'll talk to him
and he will stop.

Thanks, Sam. You really...
(CHUCKLES)

You really are saving my life.

WOMAN: Senator!
A moment of your time.

Senator, Senator!
Uh, there's someone here
I want to introduce.

No, Sean...

Uh, Senator Kennedy,
this is the old war

buddy of mine I was
talking to you about.

He's LA's top
homicide detective,
Samson Hodiak.

None of that is true.
But it's a pleasure
to meet you.

And I'll give
your hand a rest.

It looks like...
I'll save your hand.

Well, thanks.
Campaigning's not
hard labor,

but it isn't
easy on the hands.

Detective,
you're law enforcement.

-(CAMERA CLICKS)
-Let me ask you,

especially here
in Los Angeles,

what, in your opinion,

can be done to
improve relations

with the black community
on both sides?

I don't really
have any ideas, sir.

Be blunt with me.

Nothing, sir.
Nothing can be done.

Nothing?

SAM: People don't change.

There are good
ones and bad ones.

It's my job to
keep the bad away
from the good.

That's all I can do.

Well, I disagree.

But you're right.
Your job isn't
to change people,

but you supply
the most important service

a government can
provide to its citizens.

Justice.

That's what
makes 'em change.

Now, I insist.
You're too important a man
to skip shaking hands with.

If you want privacy,
shut the door.

What do you want, Grace?

Bunny Sturdevant's
been elected president

of the National Federation
of Republican Women.

That leaves
the California chair vacant.

I wanna replace her.
Will you help me
make that happen?

Sure.

I'd like to. How can I?

Bunny nominating me
would help.

She won't?

She thinks of me
as a housewife.

I'll tell Haldeman
to educate her.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Ken, what should
I say about Emma?

They all ask about her.
What do I tell them?

What we tell
the people at the club.

Emma's taking
a year in Europe.

Well, what will
I say after a year?

She's married,
on the East Coast.
I don't know.

They'll stop asking.

You know,
I'm really interested, Ken,

in your political work.

Happy to be a sounding board.

I used to be.

I'd like us to be
close again, Grace.

You've been doing
a lot of research on Kennedy.

You really think
he can win the nomination?

Yeah.

He's by far the most
charismatic candidate.

He's got his
daddy's ruthlessness,
his brother's good looks,

and something vital
for a leader to have.

What's that?

He knows what
it is to be hurt.

He had a terrible time
after his brother's
assassination.

Holds himself responsible,

told his friends,
"I have blood on my hands."

He's suffered.

You almost sound
as if you like him.

No, no, no.

I can't stand his politics.

It's a nice car.
Can I see the inside of it?

I'd have to be nuts,
detective,
to blackmail a client.

Especially an oil
well like your friend.

Oil's been seeing
my girls three times

a week for two years.

Three times a week?
At 100 bucks a pop?

These are fresh girls,
right off the bus

from the Midwest.
Pink all over.

And they all think
they're actresses,

so they're happy
to play any part
you like, detective.

On the house.

Hmm.

Well, unfortunately,
now that you've made
that very generous offer,

I can't not hit you.

Pardon?

That's a double negative,
so I understand
that can be confusing.

What I mean to say is

(GRUNTS)

you're still a pimp.

Clean Gene, baby Bobby,
they're both against the war.

Tricky Dick, too.

Even Humpty Dumpty
has a peace plan.

(SIGHS)

You mean everyone's
against the war?

They call for peace.
Peace, peace.

-But all they do is
make war, war, war!
-(BANGS ON TABLE)

They're insane, Cherry.

All of the would-be
kings are mad.

Read it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Sam, what are you doing here?

It's not the pimp.

Hey, Mary's here.

Three times
a week for two years?

There's no way that
pimp's blackmailing you.

You're his pension fund.

It's gotta be
somebody else close to you.
Maybe somebody in the union.

Some buddy that sees you
sneak out three times a week?

What do you think,
I share the intimate
details of my married life

-with a shop steward?
-What details?

All the letters say
is that you go to whores

because you can't stand
touching your wife anymore.

Do you have to be so loud?

I only confessed
that to the whores.

MARY: Your new
flunky's on the phone.

He says he needs you.

Oh, yeah, I gotta take that.

Ah, you remember Sam Hodiak.
We served together.

Do you want some coffee?
It's a fresh pot.

No, thank you.
I've actually gotta
get going.

You're a detective, right?

Guilty.

What a handy friend to have.
A man who can
lock up your enemies.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Mary, I gotta go, uh...

Sam, can I walk
you to your car?

No, I'm actually...
I'm gonna have a cup
of coffee with Mary.

Oh.

Okay. I'll see you later.

I bore him four children,
and he won't even
kiss me on the lips.

Are you gonna tell him,
or should I?

Is he suffering
all day long?

I think you've
made your point.

No, no.

When you tell him
that all his scrambling

to hide his whoring from me
was a pathetic farce,

that's when
I've made my point.

I wanna get you in the studio.

I'm serious.

-Your voice is amazing.
-(CHUCKLES) You're crazy.

I can get you in.

-Yeah.
-We'll do a duet.

-A duet? What?
-Yeah, me and you.

-With me?
-Of course.

Hmm.

It's ready, Dennis.

My new song.

(GUITAR PLAYING)

# Pretty girl

# Pretty, pretty girl

# Cease to exist

# Just come and
say you love me

# Give up your world

# Oh, come on, you can be

# I'm your kind

# Oh, your kind, and I can see

# Walk on, walk on

# I love you, pretty girl

# My life is yours

# And you can have my world

# Never had
a lesson I ever learned

# But I know we
all get our turn

# I love you

# Never learn not to love you

# Submission is a gift

# Come on and give
it to your brother

# Love and understanding

# Is meant for one another

# I'm your kind

# Oh, your kind.
I'm your brother

# Never learn not to love you

# Never learn
not to love you #

Charlie, man,
you gotta play that for Terry.

Look, if he won't
record it for you,
man, I will.

Great, uh...

I wanna play for Terry now.

Right now.
Let's go to that party,
and I'll play.

Which...

Which one does he like?
Gene or Bobby?

Terry said that
he likes the dude

who really, really hates,

I mean,
just really hates the war.

Well, that's Bobby.

Nobody hates
the war more than Bobby.

BRIAN: Average height.
Black hair.

A little heavyset.

Yeah, like, chunky.

Last three days, raven hair?
That's black hair.

Got a missing person for you.

Disappeared without a trace.

GREGG: Cherry, Dennis,
and Charlie.

(CHUCKLES)
What are y'all doing here?

You just missed
the wizards of Kalamazoo.
They just played.

More zoo than wizard.
(CHUCKLES)

How come you're making
this scene?

Charlie's got
a great new tune, man.

He's here to
play it for Terry.

Well, Terry's not here.

No, I saw him last
night and I asked him.

Terry likes Gene McCarthy
because he was

the first to come
out against the war.

Where's that?

We'll go there.
I'll play there.

GREGG: Melcher won't be
there now. McCarthy lost.

No, Melcher
will be long gone.

He don't hang with losers.

(PEOPLE CHANTING)
We want Bobby!
We want Bobby!

We want Bobby!

We want Bobby! We want Bobby!

HOST: And now, I'm pleased
to present the winner

of the California
Democratic Party...

Hey, Sean!

...Senator Robert F. Kennedy!

Congratulations
on your victory.

(ALL CHEERING)

Thank you, buddy.
I am so glad you
joined the team.

We're going all the way,
and you're the guy
that's gonna make it...

I'm not here to be
a bodyguard, Sean.

You know why I'm here.

Martin O'Reilly,
the pimp, is missing.

Good.
You probably scared him off.

Where'd your
genius boys bury him?
I hope it's not the tar pits.

Come on. Why would I
bother with that scum?

You yourself said he
wasn't responsible.

And by the time
I told you that,

it was too late to
call your boys off.

There must have been
1,000 guys who wanted
to kill that creep.

Would you stop with that,
or I will pound

you into the ground.

I'd like to see
you try that, Sam.

I may look like
I've gotten soft,

but you're gonna
have to prove that.

I fingered him for you.
You used me!

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

Okay, Sam. Okay! Look,

it was a mistake
all around, okay?

But really, is the world
that much worse off

'cause a pimp is dead?

It's Mary. The blackmailer.

What?

The blackmailer is your wife!

I can't...
Why would she blackmail me?

It's a sham.
She knows all about
your whoring,

and she wants
to see you suffer.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

Just wait here.
Wait here for a second.

What?

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

All right.
Hold on a second.

Sam, we can't take
Bobby out the front.

This crowd is too big.
It's too out of control.

You've got to help us, please.

He's gonna be the next
president, Sammy.

All right.
I know this hotel.

Get the cars around to
the service entrance.

We'll take Kennedy out
through the kitchen.

All right.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Good to see you again,
detective.

Congratulations on
your victory, Senator.
Follow me.

Good luck, sir.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

BOBBY: Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks.

(CAMERA FLASHES)

-Good luck, sir.
-Thank you.

Thanks for your support.

Thank you.

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOT)

Murder! Murder!

Murder!

Death. Bloody...

Blood!