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Previously on Aquarius...

- I'm Charlie Manson. - How do you know my name?

My daughter, Emma, she's gone.

If you can keep it quiet, there are people who'd appreciate it.

Get my little girl back.

What, are you afraid of the cops?

Relax. I want him, not you.

That Shafe kid.

You volunteering to give him the buzz cut?

So wait. I report to you?

Look, I didn't crack some secret hippie code

to tell you what they're really saying.

Name Manson ring a bell?

Your husband was his lawyer.

I don't think this is about Manson and your daughter.

It's about Manson and your husband.

She's sweet, that little Emma.

Don't.

I don't understand how...

How? A knife, how.

And you fought him? Why?

I'm not gonna let some little spic

get my... my... my watch, my wallet...

How'd you fight him off?

The briefcase.

What?

Just thought there might be scratch marks

from the struggle.

What happened to your pants?

Is there a reason you're here, Detective?

He knows who Emma's with.

All right.

Just tell me where. I'll go pick her up.

Name Charles Manson ring a bell?

No.

You sure?

Well, that's...

I knew him years ago, but what does this have to do...

Emma's with him.

What? Why?

- He's your client. - Ex-client.

Has he contacted you?

Grace, what the hell is this?

Just tell us everything.

Us?

You can go, Detective.

I have the commissioner's home number on my desk,

right next to the mayor's.

We can sure do this.

Ken's secretary, you like her?

- No. - She a little afraid of you?

More than a little, I hope.

- Why? - Ask her for a favor.

And don't tell Ken.

- Synced and corrected by ChrisKe - - www.Addic7ed.com -

I was just in the kitchen, Charlie.

Um...

Did you know there's nothing to eat?

Like, not a crumb.

Come here, little thing.

Sit.

I know your hunger's real.

So's mine.

So's everybody's.

But you know what's bigger than that?

Your power.

Look.

Sadie and Katie are using their power to work on the dream.

You know what the dream is, right?

Of course.

Your music.

So tell me,

what are you doing for the dream?

I... haven't thought of anything.

Come look.

Can you see me on the cover of one of these?

Dressed like this?

I'm gonna meet record producers,

the best in the biz.

And are they gonna look at Charlie and go,

"bigger than the Beatles"?

You don't even know how important you are to all this.

But you're gonna figure it out.

When was the last time Manson checked in?

Oh, about a month.

I need you to be just a little bit more specific.

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

- Hold on. - Yeah.

Yeah, I wanted to pick up where we left off with Gladner.

It's bad vibes, man.

People saying you're the fuzz.

Now, why would anyone think that?

Streets got their own thing, my man.

There's...

Crazy whispers in the concrete.

* Crazy whispers in the concrete *

Hey, do you think that that would be a good song title?

I'm coming over.

Wait, what?

And if I have to look for you,

I'm gonna teach you a whole new song about concrete.

Shafe.

You were supposed to get me an update yesterday.

Yeah, sorry, I got distracted with that, uh,

off-the-books thing we're doing.

Yeah, well, you want to play the big top,

you got to learn to juggle.

Hey, sorry, got it, uh...

Well, supposed to be October 11th

but failed to check in.

Half case of I.W. Harper's coming your way,

but I need a current address.

Why don't you check with known associates,

and how about that Beverly Hills lawyer of his, Ken Karn?

You got it.

Bottoms up, you Irish bastard.

This a bad time for a favor?

Depends. You offering or asking?

My snitch, Vickery...

Guitar man.

That's right... uh, well,

turns out he's been blabbing about my secret identity.

So you get the play, right?

It only works if you're you.

But on purpose, like 1,000-yard stare,

psycho-cop scary.

You want to see scary,

keep your foot right where it is.

All units, 187 at 8856 39th Street, South Central.

Victim is white female.

White? That neighborhood?

Six-William-Nine, en route.

Whoa, whoa, we got to meet Vickery at 10:00 sharp.

Keep a snitch waiting,

it'll make his heart grow fonder.

I told you, get inside the house!

Husband found her, called it in.

We got here and found her around 9:00 am

Joyce Nankin, 62.

Appears to be blunt force to the head.

Where were you before you came home, Mr. Nankin?

The studio.

Oh, you're an artist?

Dance instructor.

Oh.

- So you were teaching at the... - No. No.

It's closed.

Wednesdays in general or...

Closed. Completely.

So what were you doing there?

Cleaning up, packing.

Alone?

Yes.

Mr. Nankin, have you...

Have you had any trouble in the neighborhood?

No problems.

Except we woke up one day

in Africa,

with their music and their sounds and their stink.

Lovely, all of it,

'cause business is booming.

I mean, who wouldn't want to drive down here to...

To Darkest Monkey-Ville and learn how to do the box step?

And you people, you were so, so good

when my car was broken into and when I got mugged.

You almost got down here the day that we called you.

And we thank you.

My wife...

And I.

We thank you.

We got no bread.

You know what I need.

Make it happen.

This is your moment.

You dive into your own beautiful future

or fall right back into mommy and daddy.

He's crazier than ever.

What else did he say?

Besides the fact that he has my daughter?

You never should have gone to a cop, Ken.

Grace was out of her...

This cop and Grace, that's the problem, Ken.

Charlie we can deal with.

Charlie's an ant.

All right, he wants to meet somebody in the music business?

Whatever. You make it happen.

He has to give my girl back.

All right, first you make Charlie happy,

then you get this cop to step off.

Look at me.

I'm not the only one Manson can hurt.

We can't afford this, Kenny.

Not right now.

How does this afternoon look?

This afternoon?

The fundraiser.

Oh, my god.

Get it together, Kenny.

This is a ball we do not drop.

Mr. Karn, I know you said no interruptions,

but there's an urgent call from Mr. Bruce Tamminy

from the San Pedro parole office.

He says it's regarding your client Charles Manson.

Yeah, put him through, Sheryl. I'll take care of it.

Bruce.

Mr. Karn.

Yeah, no, Ken's out of the office right now, Bruce,

but, uh, I wanted to make sure

I spoke to you immediately about your Mr. Manson.

Hey.

What did I tell you?

Told you to stay away from the front of the store.

Get out. Get out into the street.

Thank you.

- Shut your mouth. - Come on.

You're going to jail.

What I told you.

Move on.

Hey!

Unbelievable.

- You kids come in here... - Ow! Stop!

And grab whatever you want all the time.

Let go of me. Let go!

Oh, no, no, no, no. Stop, no cops, come on.

Ow! Stop it!

Stop.

- Let go of me. - Shut up.

You're hurting me.

Aw, baby-jam.

What are you doing?

What's she doing?

Going to jail is what.

No.

Got to bite the hand that frees you.

What?

Bite the hand that frees you.

Aah!

Bitch!

Hey!

Officer! Hey!

* Cheer up, sleepy Jean *

* oh, what can it mean *

* to a daydream believer *

* and a homecoming queen? *

* Cheer up, sleepy Jean *

How, um, how'd you...

You think being pretty's enough?

You think being a sweet slice of pie

gets you a ticket to the show?

You like your mommy?

You want to be just like her?

Arctic, dried-up, gin-cured, slit trench?

No.

Do what needs to be done, and stop making it about you.

Did he... did he call the cops on us?

Don't worry about him.

He didn't see a damn thing.

* Daydream believer and a homecoming queen *

We'll just be... we'll just be a couple minutes.

If you want to just have a seat.

Hodiak.

Husband has brain cancer.

Nothing they can do but dope him up till it gets him.

Can you do that?

I don't know, can I?

- What is it? - It's a birthday card.

So you make the husband as the doer?

I do indeed.

Not seeing a whole lot of evidence.

Well, domestic homicide, you usually don't.

It's usually he said/she dead.

So what are we doing here?

Best milkshake in town.

We're stepping off the suspect for a milkshake?

Well, we're gonna let him stew a little bit,

give him some alone time with his conscience.

* This whole world seems like *

Legs spread. Hands on the wall.

And why in the hell should I do that?

* I've been trailing you *

I'm lonely. You're my best shot.

You got to buy me dinner first.

I don't eat with you people.

* Get you and so I knew *

It's my first beat.

1947.

Change much?

I think the coffee's from '47.

That hasn't changed.

Sam, phone.

Hodiak.

Marched across the Potomac

and amassed at the Pentagon,

resulting in a full-scale riot.

I had Charmain check.

The Nankins have been the victims of crime zero times.

So that lie was incredibly stupid.

Most murders, you're not exactly dealing with Goldfinger.

Very sorry, Leo.

My aunt had the exact same thing.

The pills just killed her appetite.

Except for one thing.

Vanilla milkshake.

How are you today?

You mind if I ask you a few questions?

Nothing too heavy. Just a few.

She was a real looker, your missus.

MGM dancer in the '30s? Big deal back in the day.

I think I saw her with Fred Astaire.

You in the movies too, Leo?

No. No, I didn't get that far.

Why not?

Just not good enough.

Ah, not good enough.

Bet you heard that a few times, huh, Leo?

You sure you're a cop?

Oh. I just need a trim.

Or you're a narc.

Anyway, uh, between 7:15 and 8:15,

Mr. Nankin's car was in the driveway.

And you saw him, 7:30, 7:45 right out front?

He was on his porch, smoking.

Did you say good morning?

He never so much looked me in the eye,

me or my family.

And that wife of his,

god rest, but...

She didn't have a Christian bone in her body.

Afternoon, Ms. Lee.

May we speak with you?

Uh, in a second, guys. We're just in the middle of...

We know what you're doing, Officer,

and it's now over.

Go inside, baby.

We're investigating a murder here.

Ma'am...

Excuse me.

Couldn't have been easy for a woman like that to age,

married to a younger guy.

Thing is, Leo,

you never called the cops.

The only calls to the police involving you and your wife

- were from your neighbors... - No...

About you and your wife.

Fighting.

I took a look at the report.

The names she called you.

Talentless.

Leech.

Pansy.

Then you get sick.

I can't imagine that turned her into Florence Nightingale

all of a sudden.

Leo, I'm married. I get it.

Any man would.

Then with the pills,

you're just not yourself.

How's that milkshake?

This neighborhood has grieved

over 27 murders this year.

All black.

How many of those were solved, Officer?

Not enough.

Not one.

You are an occupying force.

Until you withdraw, we will not help you.

All right.

Nation of what?

Islam.

For Pete's sake.

Look, we got a lying-ass, doped-up, dying dancer in a wig.

No physical evidence and now no witnesses.

I'm not seeing a quick close to this,

and we're seriously late for my snitch.

Mm.

How about the guy without the hat?

You got a name on him?

Bunchy Carter.

All right, follow my lead.

Leo, we're about to make an arrest in your wife's murder.

I'm sorry about everything.

I really am.

Hiya, Bunchy.

- It's Mr. Carter. - Mm.

You're under arrest.

- Get out of my face. - You're under arrest.

- Come on, you know the moves. - Get out of my face.

Hey, stand down. Stand down.

Everyone stand down and bear witness.

Come on, you know the moves.

It's Hodiak, right?

Oh, yes, it's nice to be remembered.

Is there an actual charge?

Actually, yeah, there is, Mr. Carter.

Come on, man! What y'all doing?

Let him go!

Come on, man, why would I rat you out?

- Who'd you tell? - No one.

- Who'd you tell I'm a cop? - No one!

I swear to god, man!

Art Gladner.

This is bull!

You said it, brother.

Honky, suck my pipe.

Man, we've got a common struggle.

We got a common nothing.

Yeah, you do. You're both gonna shut up.

Congress expressed its desire yesterday

to halt bombing in Vietnam.

Secretary of State Dean Rusk responded...

This is a legalized death sentence

for the black man.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah?

What about the white soldiers?

What white soldiers?

All you got is white officers

making sure the yellow man and the black man

wipe each other out.

- Okay. - It's genocide.

Did you serve, Bunchy?

Do I look like some smiley new lawn jockey

waiting to take orders?

173rd.

And you look like an empty mouth.

What?

Nothing.

Don't go anywhere.

I know you know.

Walk with me.

My lawyer.

What, you don't shake hands?

Hey, ow, ow, ow.

You and me, we're gonna sit in your front window,

and I'm gonna meet all your customers.

- You can't do that. - I can't?

I did it all the time when I did Narco.

I watched guys like you just dry up and blow away.

What do you want?

First, you two walk back whatever you said about me

to whoever you said it to.

Next, the guy above you,

the guy above him,

the guy above that.

I want a deal

in writing.

- You want a deal? - Yeah.

Oh!

You want it in writing?

Here.

How's that?

* Look at your game, girl *

* look at your game *

Ah, it's... something like that.

But I got something that's a bit more like...

No, no, no, no. I dig your stuff.

I can't quite connect it to old Kenny Cufflinks lawyer man,

but, uh...

What you need to do is get a demo.

Cool.

Cool, cool. What's a demo?

Detective Hodiak, please.

Well, do you know when he's expected?

Thank you. Um, no.

No, I'll call back.

- Grace, where's the cointreau? - Um...

The bartender's out.

Coming.

Hey, fellas. Hello, how are you?

Nixon, Reagan, I dig those dudes.

You can't be here.

Hey, I'm not here to hassle you, man.

Emma told me today was a big shindig.

I just thought I'd swing by and tell you that I owe you.

Sincerely.

Matty Gladberg is the mountaintop.

This ends now.

I gave you what you want.

I gave you more than that once upon...

Give her back.

Keep it light,

or some ugly-ass genies will come out of the bottle

for all to see.

Ah.

Borrow your pen, my man?

I need 2 grand.

What?

For my demo.

Matty Gladberg said a good one's, like, a grand,

but we want mine to be great.

Don't we?

So...

Bring it here.

You'd make my year.

Oh, my god.

Where did you find this stuff?

It was all going to waste.

Any grocery store, out back, if it's a day past the date,

they throw away enough to feed the entire world

a hundred times over.

Look at all this stuff.

Do you like cherries?

I love cherries.

You're my Cherry.

Ladies, say good-bye to sweet, shy, little Emma,

and meet smart, sweet, sassy, and tart Cherry-Pop.

- Whoo! - Cherry-Pop, love it.

- Whoo! - Love it.

Cherry-Pop.

Walt?

Hi, Dad.

Does your mother know?

I barely knew myself.

So...

This is the new place.

Mm.

Homey.

Mm.

Still playing.

Never good enough to play.

Yeah, you are. You just...

You never wanted anybody to know.

- How come? - I thought you were in-country.

I was.

I am.

How'd you get leave to come back?

New policy.

A little different from my day.

Lots of things are.

61 unsolved crimes in your neighborhood last year.

You think framing me is that easy?

Slauson Street Gang most of your life.

Spent four years in Soledad.

First shot at you, every racist D.A. in the county

would buy me dinner and throw in rams tickets.

I'll pray for your soul,

sue your ass into the dirt,

and wait for the day I can beat it bloody.

Hoo.

Allah'd be proud.

So would lady justice.

That's a good one.

I don't know why you got to make it personal.

You know? Leo.

All right, so... so you... you want me

to identify the guy?

'Cause I told you that I was at the studio...

Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo. You know why you're here.

On some level, you got to be a little relieved, right?

All right, all right. You know what? I knew it.

Here's the thing about murder, Leo.

You deny it, get arrested, get charged, found guilty,

make us spend all that time and money, you fry.

When you and I both know that

you'll barely make it past the charge part.

Doctors gave you what?

Six months? Six months?

No D.A. wants to walk you into a courtroom.

- I called my lawyer. - Oh.

And he's gonna be here... He's gonna be here anytime.

- Okay. - I mean, he...

He was my wife's lawyer back in the day, yeah.

Oh, wow. I know him?

Robert Rollins.

- Oh, he's a big gun, yeah. - That's right.

And he loved Joycie, so I'm not saying anything... nothing.

Charmain? Can I talk to you for a minute?

I'm saying nothing, nothing.

That's good, Leo. You did a good thing.

- A very, very good thing. - Mm-hmm.

You just sit tight right there,

and I'm gonna walk and talk to your neighbor Mrs. Lee

and get a sworn statement from her that you were home.

Then I'm gonna talk to that young man over there,

who says he heard your wife scream shortly before 8:00 am...

- Oh. - Yeah, he was

right outside your door passing out those leaflets.

No, no, no.

- You arrested him, alright? - Bye-bye, alibi, Leo.

He's not helping you. He's not helping you.

No, he's not the most willing witness ever.

I had to do a little convincing.

Charmain.

The lawyer for a Mr. Leo Nankin is gonna be coming.

- A Robert... Rollins. - Rollins, Rollins.

Yeah, I want you to make sure that

he gets here right away.

Thank you.

Okay, Leo.

What I finally got is an actual case,

which I do not want.

But I also don't want another open homicide on my desk.

I will give you my word of honor

that you will never see the inside of a jail or a court.

- Can I talk to you? - No.

- Outside. - No.

Outside, just a second.

Leo, you know how much you hate the coloreds?

I need to talk to you.

Well, not half as much as they hate you.

And they can burn you today.

Hodiak, I need to talk to you.

But you confess, and you get to go home.

- I need to talk to you. - No.

I need to talk to you right now, outside.

Thank you.

Look...

Are you serious?

Open the door, Hodiak.

Hodiak!

- Op... - Charmain.

Let's go. Women's booking.

- No, I... - Come on.

Hey.

- You know what's up, right? - Huh?

When the guy's lawyer gets here,

you tell him there's some confusion,

that his client is not in observation,

he's at the other side of the building.

In booking, you say.

Hey.

Come on, let's go.

- Okay. - You know what? Yeah, I...

- You got it? - I'd be happy to, yes.

My law... my lawyer's gonna be here in just a moment, second.

As soon as he does, you're gonna spend the rest

of what's left of your life in jail.

You want that?

I don't.

Excuse me, I'm looking for my client,

Leo Nankins.

Do I look like I work here?

It's a birthday card.

Open it.

Margot Fonteyn's coming to town in a month.

Your wife got you two tickets.

You're a big ballet fan, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, she knew this was an important birthday.

That's the thing about wives, Leo.

They're never the worst thing they say

or the best thing they do, and neither are we.

Okay, all right.

Okay, come on, Leo.

It's time to write it all down.

Did you sign?

Yes.

Thank you.

You're under arrest.

Hands behind your back.

What? What?

- Ow. - Yeah.

Thing is, Leo,

cops can lie, but we can't make deals.

No, you promised.

And wives can be a lot of things,

but we don't get to beat them to death.

Come on.

- I'm gonna tell. - Where is that thing?

All right? I'm gonna tell.

I'm gonna tell my lawyers what you did.

Yeah, you do that.

You take it all the way to the Supreme Court.

Speaking of which,

you have the right to remain silent.

- Oh. Indian giver. - Yeah.

Anything you say can be used against you in court.

You have the right to talk to a lawyer.

Bunchy, your deep understandable hatred

of the Nankins has helped put mister,

sadly, where he belongs.

So... thank you?

No. Thank you.

You're either asking me to join the Nation of Islam

or telling me to dress better.

One of the Nation's objectives is for all negroes

to leave the united slave states

and repopulate our native Africa.

But when you imprison me without reason...

Without reason?

To achieve your objective

despite the suffering you inflicted on me...

You were interfering with a police investigation.

I see now that my true path lies

not in flight from this country...

Oh, Bunchy, I've known you since you were 11 years old.

My true path lies in changing this country

because I'm not a pacifist.

No, you're a crook in a new costume.

You are a living lie.

I am the truth

who will burn your world to the ground.

Does this mean I really get to keep the tie?

Watch your back, Hodiak.

Jimmy C.

Is it my turn in the box?

Are you gonna, what, sweat me for an apology?

This is how it goes. When I am closing a case,

- you never, ever do that again! - Closing a case?

- Is that what you call that? - The guy did it!

- The guy had rights! - Not today.

- Back up. - What?

Back up.

You think all you did was lean on a perp?

When you haul in an innocent man...

Bunchy?

On some trumped-up obstruction beef

you know he had nothing to do with...

Child, he didn't know that.

He's just a dumb spade to you, right?

Oh...

Yeah, doesn't know nothing about nothing.

- Grow up. - Easiest target in the world.

I was shaking him loose.

You hold him overnight.

You dump a crime spree on him he had nothing to do with.

Would you pull any of that if he were white?

Would I pound the fear of god into some mope

I needed to bend if he was white?

Yes.

I did, for you.

If you think those things are the same,

maybe we can't do this, you and me.

And you helped me out,

and I want to help you find that girl,

but I will not do the job the way you do.

You don't even know what the job is.

You know what?

Give me a ride home.

Excuse me?

We get through this

or past it.

You know, like, literally half the time,

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Hey, Howard.

I'm good. You?

Huh?

Come on.

She did?

Seriously?

Well, the ladies, huh? What are you gonna do?

Him I like.

- And the baby does this. - Hey.

Hey, honey.

Have a nice chat with Howard?

Always.

Hi.

You're home early.

Mwah.

Yeah, this is Hodiak.

We work together.

- Sam. - Kristin.

Nice to meet you.

And then who is this?

Bernadette.

Bernadette? My favorite Saint.

Well, I'm not too sure that's her career path.

Mm-mm.

Yes.

Subtle.

Don't lead a subtle life. Thought you ought to know.

I don't, unless we're gonna keep on looking for Emma.

Then I guess you do.

So, Sam, this thing with Walt.

I talked to my brother-in-law at Pendleton.

The thing I don't get is how he just got out.

I mean, my brother-in-law said,

"the only way you ever get sent stateside

is if one of your parents is dying."

And, I mean, it takes letters and doctors and all...

Opal.

Officer.

You sent the letter, didn't you?

To get him back.

Said you were what?

Sick? Dying?

Which one of your barfly friends did you get to play the doctor?

Our son is AWOL from a combat zone.

He's a deserter. He could go to prison.

You too.

You're in a real pickle there, Officer.

You gonna turn me in?

No. You're gonna do what's right.

You're gonna turn him in.

I won't have to.

They'll come for him.

You have no idea what you've done.

Walt?

So his secretary said

Ken had gotten nine phone calls from Manson.

She said, as far as she knows, Ken never returned.

But he got the messages.

Mm.

Well, here's the log, just dates and times.

I'm having so much trouble understanding this,

why Ken is...

- This isn't... - Sam Hodiak wears glasses.

I don't know what you're talking about.

No? Mm.

Invisible.

Okay.

What about Ken?

I don't remember

the last time I understood him.

He's a sphinx.

I can tell you

exactly what he'll say in any given situation:

What music he'll like,

tie he'll pick,

candidate he will vote for.

But I've never had any idea what he was thinking, ever.

Why did you marry him?

Hot summer.

You were long gone.

My dad liked him.

So, not strong reasons.

I got pregnant.

That's a good reason.

So what about you?

Why did you marry, you know...

- Opal? - Yeah.

- Opal. - Why did you marry her?

I can't remember. I can't remember.

I... can't remember.

Are you sure I can't get you a drink?

Pretty sure.

You don't drink anymore, do you?

Drinking, I don't tend to make the best decisions.

Half.

I get my girl out of here, you get the other half.

And Hal knows I'm here.

You do anything, anything, and it's over for you.

You hear me?

Anything?

Ken...

We're not enemies.

We never were.

You're the one who forgot.

You're the one who, when I called and called and called,

wouldn't answer.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Come back later, Cherry-Pop.

I'm busy.

You do as I say now.

It's all right, Ken.

It's all right.

Be free.

Do you remember how free we were?

I showed you

you could finally be who you were.

So sweet, those nights of ours.

So sweet, my Kenny-Ken.

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