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Previously on Aquarius...

Ah!

You okay?

You rented us this place to scare away our neighbors?

No. I did you a favor.

People on your block can't stand the idea of a negro neighbor.

Well, here's the good news.

If you choose to stay, it'll be rent-free.

I'm serious about being a great cop.

'Til Priore rises from the near-dead,

I'm Acting LT. So what do you got?

I think she's covering.

Let me talk to him, find out.

Let the detectives handle their case, all right?

You already did your part, sweetie.

Wash that out for me.

All I care about is Walt.

I just want to talk to my son.

I don't know where Walt went.

I'm worried he might do something crazy.

Peace offering.

You know, you can stay.

Aren't you expecting Cutler?

Detective Hodiak, huh?

I brought you something.

I just thought you should, uh, be prepared next time, you know?

You've got a choice.

You can be afraid.

Or you can be the thing that makes people afraid.

Turn around... slow...

big man.

And drop me that piece while you're at it.

Well...

I guess I'll get that later.

Listen, whatever it is you want,

whatever your situation, we can solve this, you and me.

Solve it. Yeah.

Is this a riddle?

What's your name, man?

Me?

Oh, I'm Jesus Christ.

Son of Man.

Listen, this is a mistake. You don't know who I am.

Well, I know who you're not...

and I'm disappointed,

but I'm working with the situation at hand, friend.

Now strip.

Shirt,

pants... off.

- Wait a minute, you... - Keep the volume down

while you do it.

We don't wanna disturb

your creamy little piece of cake in there, now do we?

Now, turn around. On your knees.

I'm a cop.

Are you now?

Think about this.

What you do...

is gonna be done to you ten times over.

Down, big dog.

Down.

So, okay...

about done.

Sorry, Cut, this is, uh...

Never taken a statement like this from, you know, one of us.

It's a little, uh...

It's not your fault the call came in.

You're just following protocol.

Let's just get it over with, all right?

Okay, uh... brown hair, brown eyes,

shortish, greasy hair, moccasins?

I know, it's half the so-called men in L.A.

I'm telling you, it's just some

drugged-up hippie freak.

So Hodiak know?

Come on, Moran. Yeah.

Jeanie know?

Okay. Okay.

So anything to add?

Yeah. Keep it under your hat.

You're gonna love Mother Mary.

So who is she, just one of us?

No. The first of us.

When Charlie got out of prison,

he heard it was all love in San Francisco,

and pow... instant thunderstorm.

They were meant to meet. She took care of him.

And then when he found me and the others,

she took care of all of us.

So why isn't she with us?

She has a real job. But...

now it's time to come home.

Jimbo, you lost weight.

Small ask?

Any chance it'll wipe out what I owe you from poker?

366 bucks?

It might, actually.

I'm all yours, Detective.

FBI liaison... how's that going?

Oh, they're a shiny parade of ass-clench.

Who are deep in the antiwar demonstrators.

What they got you on, follow and photo?

Yeah. They're not much for the actual work.

Right. Well, I need you to get me whatever you got

before you funnel it to them, all right?

On this guy named Robbie Arthur?

- You know this guy? - Oh, yeah.

- A squirrelly little munchbag. - Uh-huh.

I wanna know where he goes, who he talks to,

pretty much 24-7 if you can.

Anything I should be on the lookout for?

Him.

Isn't this...

No questions, Jimbo.

Sam.

Yeah.

What is this, a gag?

No. Cutler's there.

No doubt in full hair and makeup.

No, I never heard anything.

I never saw anything. I'm sorry.

But you cleaned his dressing room every night?

Every night.

But I get to it last.

It's all the way in back behind Miss Ball's offices.

And by the time I got there...

Who would do that?

All right, all right, step back, away from the gate.

Hey, Hodiak! Was Raymond Novo murdered?

Is his body still inside?

Thank you, Francine.

I'll have a prepared statement for you in an hour.

- Half hour. - Half hour.

We'll call the Times together,

then we'll get on the horn with his publicist.

Timmy, listen, don't leave till we get a picture with him, okay?

Hey, hey, you gonna ask for an autograph too?

Oh, yeah, Sam, 'cause you're so above it.

You got here fast as me when the call came in.

Or do you just like the girls with the spangly pants?

Ah, the business of show.

Every one of these guys crucial?

Come on. Guy was a star.

I'm not sure that rubs off once you're dead.

Hmm...

Religious?

Well, funny you should ask.

Someone was religious.

I... I... I don't... I don't understand.

He... he's in there? Raymond?

I need to ask you a few questions

to help with our investigation.

Uh...

you were the girlfriend of...

Fianc�e.

I, uh, I just got off the phone

with Mr. Novo's manager. He's on his way over.

Says he also happens to manage you.

Yes.

How old are you, Miss Jens?

I'm 23.

And Raymond was...

I... I don't know.

46, according to his studio bio,

and 51 according to his driver's license.

His real name

is... was... Esteban Novarro.

Mexican.

Yes.

Can you think of anybody that might want to harm him?

No.

No, never.

What about the suite?

He spend a lot of time here?

Whenever he was shooting here.

So you must be pretty familiar with it.

Uh, no, no. Raymond was a gentleman.

Oh, no, no, I don't mean that.

I just need to determine if anything was taken,

- stolen. - Oh.

Oh, um...

He, uh, he kept... he kept watches and things here.

He had... he had his gold watch and his ring.

The ring is gone.

What kind of ring?

Um, it was a...

a ruby ring.

He got it when he went to Rome with his mom.

He treasured it.

- This ring? - Yeah.

They killed him for a ring?

I just...

She's gonna be so excited to see me,

she'll probably cry.

Hi, Mary.

Sadie.

Can we come in?

Uh... yeah. S... sure, come on in.

Look at you. Pantyhose!

If only the squares really knew.

Charlie asked you to come?

It's been months.

Mary, we miss you.

Does he know?

Is it his? Are you sure?

Yeah.

Uh... he'll just be surprised is all.

He keeps saying that he's missing you,

and now we know why.

He must have sensed it.

He said he missed me.

Of course.

We talk about Momma all the time.

Right, Cherry?

We talk about Momma all the time.

Constantly, yeah.

How is Charlie?

He's good.

But he's not the same without you.

Okay, uh...

let me pack a bag.

Oh! And Charlie said you have some sort of,

I don't know, stock bond thing

and that he wants you to bring the note from the bank with you.

He needs it.

Right.

Right. Okay.

You're pretty.

Charlie's girls just keep getting prettier.

I'm sorry, Father, I know they're not pleasant.

What I'm wondering is

do you think this is kind of a specific message?

Well... he's crucified.

I... I hate to say it, but I see...

things as bad as this all the time.

I'm trying to determine

if this is a deeply, explicitly Catholic thing,

you think?

Or maybe just a violence thing

that happens to look really Catholic.

If you're asking me does it say to me...

"Sunday school crazy"?

Yeah...

Well, it's not a very good crucifixion,

as they go.

There's more to it than nails.

Right. Crown of thorns.

Spear in the side.

What about the spilled wine here?

Could that mean something?

I suppose it could... Blood of the Christ.

But, to be fair, it looks like there's been a brawl.

Yeah. Yeah.

I wish I could be more help.

No, Father, eliminating theories is helpful.

Thank you for coming in.

Anytime.

It's good to see you.

- Nice to see you. - I wish you'd come to church.

You called, my first thought was, you're coming back.

Ah...

I know... Your life.

I worry about you.

I'm okay, Father.

I've always worried about the path you've taken...

to try and make sense of it all.

Well, it's... similar in a way

to the path you took, Father.

I worry about you.

I knew your heart as a boy, Samson.

It was maybe a little too brave,

a little too... caring.

Tough combination.

Hearts don't change.

Guard yours.

It's a good one.

Thank you, Father.

You might wanna work on that face, Charmain.

Sorry. What?

Poker face. You look disgusted.

Well, it's an arm with a nail through it.

And you're a policewoman, right?

Right. Thank you.

What are you doing right now,

aside from hovering?

Cutler has me filing.

Care to dip a toe in this?

Yes.

So I'm beginning to think

that it looks this way because someone

was really very angry with Raymond Novo.

You mean stage a crucifixion?

Because it looks like a crucifixion.

Suffice it to say that he must have offended someone a tad.

And you want me to...

Uh, double-check cold case files.

See if I've forgotten

any religious fetishistic-type murders in the past two years,

as if that's possible.

Look into this.

It's a common nail.

Oh, you're good.

I didn't say it was gonna be easy.

It's an avenue. Could lead to premeditation.

We're walking it. "We" meaning you.

I know it's not as much fun as dressing up for Halloween...

- Oh, no, I want to. - All right.

I'll, uh, I'll work on it right away.

Whatever "it" is better not get in the way

- of filing that right away. - It won't.

Quit getting her hopes up, Sam.

It's cruel, I mean...

You're not the next him, sweetheart,

so I'd lose the puppy look.

It's heartbreaking

to those of us who understand real life.

Lieutenant Gilbert, he's calling from Narco for updates, so, um...

I got a lot of seeds planted...

the Mafia, Straight Satans...

I'm watching the Peach Pussycat,

and I'm in with some pretty suspicious freaks

at this hippie house.

And we can close in on which of those?

None... yet.

But it's all connected.

You weave a tangled web.

It's heroin, man.

Yeah, that you're not within a mile of, man.

Look...

- Supposed to be me? - Oh, no. This...

is Mr. Druggie.

Mr. Druggie wants to import wholesale, sell retail,

and live in a big house next to Hugh Heffner.

- Now, you see this leg? - Mm-hmm.

That is Gladner.

- Oh. - Gladner...

well, he's dead, right?

Bye, leg.

I'm gonna take out Marvin.

Lucille... Vickery,

- and Roy. - Gee, who told you

I like it when there's pictures?

But take away all those cats,

and Mr. Druggie's still going strong.

Until...

Guapo.

That's what I'm working at,

Well, thanks for that.

I feel... I understand crime

a lot better now.

Yeah, well, then stop acting like you don't.

No, I'm acting like a guy who's seen a case or two.

This don't smell like it's close.

It don't even smell like it's cooking.

And you, such as you are,

are a resource... and I need to allocate you.

You didn't put me on this. You can't pull me off it.

Lieutenant Gilbert in Narco...

Says it's my call.

Oops.

You lost, sweetheart?

They're filming For The Love of The City

on, uh, stage 8.

- Oh, I'm not... - Where are your go-go boots,

angel, huh? I mean, the sexy cop dancers

are wearing those patent leather boots.

My favorite part of the costume, truth be told.

Stan Roarke.

I work directly with the head of the studio.

- Legal counsel? - How'd you know?

The suit, tie, shoes.

- I deal with a lot of lawyers. - Do you?

I deal with a lot of actresses...

some of whom go on to become famous.

Perhaps you'd like to deal with me a little later.

Oh, I just might...

as part of an ongoing homicide investigation.

I may need to question you, your clients, etcetera.

You're a real cop.

Last I checked.

Why the hell would you become a cop?

Because I get to tell gentlemen like yourself

that you're standing in a potential crime scene,

so I'm gonna need you to step away until further notice.

And I enjoy that.

Nice to meet you, Stan.

They sell them at every hardware store,

for the record, but I just thought

it was right there, just outside the dressing room.

- Maybe someone just... - Just grabbed it

right before or during.

- Seems more likely. - It is more likely.

I'll talk to lot security, see what they have to say.

I'll go fish, you go fish. We'll go fishing.

Well, here's what I don't get, Bert.

So you're at the guard gate at 10:00 p.m.

Novo drives back onto the lot.

Yeah, he was sometimes here at night.

Shooting?

Yeah, see, because the office got in touch with me,

the production office it's called,

and they gave me this schedule.

The call sheet.

No, this is more like a plan for shooting scenes.

It's a call sheet.

No, that would be a record of phone calls.

It's what time you're called to work...

actors and crew. Call sheet.

That's confusing. Anyway,

according to the call sheet here,

Novo, on the day he was killed,

was "called" at, uh, 6:00 a.m.

and then he was "wrapped" at 6:00...

no, he was wrapped at 4:15 p.m.

Which means when he drove back on the lot at 10:00 p.m.,

- it wasn't to work. - No.

You saw someone with him, didn't you?

Right? You did, Bert.

So when Novo drove back on the lot,

you probably didn't look too closely,

didn't get a great look at the girl...

- the girls, maybe? - There were no girls.

No offense, Bert, but someone killed Novo,

and I doubt it was you.

- Unless this is a confession. - No, li...

Listen to me.

There were no... girls.

You have to promise me

you won't say anything in the press.

It'll ruin his memory.

I'll do what I can.

You have to understand that I really loved him.

Okay. But you weren't really his fianc�e, were you?

He was my best friend.

And the studio paid me to be his girl.

I warned him it was dangerous.

He would pick up these men,

and he would bring them here,

you know, to impress them,

and... and for privacy.

Open secret with the studio.

Everyone was paid to be discreet...

including the men.

Where would he find these men?

You know?

No, no, you tell them come back here,

give me a full report, then we talk about

opening your case.

Oh, no, thank you.

Charmain... where the hell... get in...

What do you want?

- Uh... - Walk with me, walk with me.

I'm... I'm... I'm...

- Running the world? - Yeah.

I see that. It looks good on you.

Stuff it, you gabby Mick.

Ouch. The sting of truth.

- So listen... - Where the hell is Charmain?

- What do you need? - Listen, the gun we found

at your house last night... it's unregistered.

We couldn't lift a full print, but...

Look, don't worry about it, all right?

The way things are now, all this free love and drugs,

there's a whole generation of degenerates

spreading like crabs.

It's a miracle anyone gets through the day

without some hopped-up freak trying to mug 'em.

It's just dumb luck that

that little nut got the drop on me.

Look, next time I'll be wearing my piece

and my second.

One to the head, two to the balls.

Peace and love, brother.

Well, I thought you were lost at sea.

Booking had them. And call for you on line two.

Oh, big rush there, huh?

Uncle Sammy Hodiak's got you doing

a lot of extra credit work, huh?

Well, the good news is Sammy's a big boy,

and he can do his own investigating.

You can tell him I said so when you explain to him

that I want him on his beat

and you in your corner where I put you.

What's the matter?

They don't teach you at work there's a boss

and that's who you listen to? Go.

Whiskey, please.

You got it.

Thanks.

Slow day today, huh?

Average.

So a friend of mine was telling me...

Yeah, the answer's no.

- 'Scuse me? - Whatever it is you want.

Whatever you're looking for... no.

Ha. You don't remember me.

It's gotta be 15 years now.

New Year's Eve. You sat at the bar.

Laughing, flirting.

Bait.

You even bought me a beer.

That was a long time ago.

And midnight... everyone wants to kiss on New Year's.

So we do...

and you and all your buddies

arrest every last one of us.

All right, I don't make the laws,

but I do have to enforce them.

- And there's an investigation... - I don't care

if you're investigating world peace.

I'm not helping you.

And maybe if you were as cute as you used to be,

but now...

I'm not a granny chaser.

- Oh, hi, Sam. - Hi, Kristin.

How are you?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah.

Heard Cutler dropped the hammer.

Yeah.

Well, I wouldn't cut that hair just yet.

Maybe... maybe a trim, maybe shape it a little.

Wanna tell me what you're talking about?

I got something for you. Undercover.

- No, I'm out of... - No, no, I'll go above Cutler.

Straight to the captain. 'Cause I need help.

I'd do it myself, but I'm burned, and...

apparently not...

handsome or some... I'm a grandma of some kind.

Okay, yeah.

You don't want to know anything about it,

just no details?

Honestly, just keep me out of parking tickets,

- I'll go anywhere. - Okay. Well, you're gonna

have to put on something nicer, okay?

And I need you to go to a bar and look nice,

grab a drink, talk to some folks...

as a chatty, no apologies, flaming homosexual.

We good?

You're serious.

Thing is, Charlie, what you're asking,

it ain't easy, and it sure ain't free.

Katie, honeyplum, what ya doing?

Bettering my mind.

Put that book down, Star Child, and come here.

Hang out with Roy.

Charlie, you use the same tricks every time.

Who's a trick? Excuse me!

Look, man, I know I ask a lot sometimes...

Guns don't grow on trees.

Well, wherever they grow,

pluck me some.

Don't you have some?

Lost. Hunting.

And I need one more than ever.

Look... maybe I can get you a few.

My man.

But it's gonna take time, and it's gonna cost you.

- Take Katie. - Yeah.

I'm gonna need cash.

So how come you look so handsome?

And how come you look so uncomfortable about it?

I gotta go be a swish.

I'm trying to dig you as a...

little sweet-cheeked...

- No, don't... stop. - Hey...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, okay?

You don't have to prove anything to me, baby.

Now where exactly are you gonna be?

At some club or bar

that they all hang out together.

Uh, so you have to touch...

No! No, no.

I just gotta go interrogate them

so they don't get they're being interrogated.

- Oh! Okay. - Yeah, that's...

That's all.

Oh, poor baby.

I may need another one of those to keep in my pocket.

Mm-mm, mm...

You know, you stick out like a sore thumb.

Don't get upset. It's fine.

Chris.

Um, Brian.

First time here, right?

Good for you. It's a big step.

It's nice... right?

Being somewhere where you're like everybody else.

Lee. This guy...

next one's on me.

You got it, Chris.

Thanks.

Now they're doomed. You can't win with a defense...

They got Jerry's Kids out there playing D.

Oh, hello, handsome.

So it was pretty quiet at The Shop.

No one I talked to knew anything about...

How was that... talking?

Just talking?

What is this, some junior high hazing thing?

It wasn't, but you're so jumpy,

it's getting kind of fun. I might continue.

What, are you serious?

That... men doing that with... with men...

What do you care what they do with each other?

Something wrong with them.

- Lou! - Sam!

- Good to have you back. - Good to see you.

Shafe, my office.

You're in trouble.

Ha ha ha ha.

Uh... I've been informed

that you've been pulled off undercover.

Yeah, I'm... supposed to.

I mean, I am off.

I was just doing something for Hodiak.

Ah, ah, ah... new rule. Use less words.

Turns out life is short.

I'll go change.

Don't.

Look...

yes, your investigation's been taking too long.

But I don't give a rip

what Cutler or any other narcotics dick

in this entire department thinks.

I happen to feel it's worth the investment.

- Thank you, sir. - Don't thank me.

Get results. Or even I won't be able

to keep you out of a meter maid skirt.

Thank you.

Okay, uh...

Closed, closed.

Soup you should eat with your medication.

And don't forget these.

Well, thank you, Friday.

I took minutes at the last staff meeting.

Do you want to see them now or...

- Charmain? - Yes?

Minutes and meds and why are...

You almost died.

And I've seen that before.

I've seen it make people different or better.

Maybe now you feel different.

A little more... open to things that can benefit you,

and I hope that you're more disposed

to seeing me for what I am.

You want a rabbi.

That is so cute.

Would you please go get me a cup of coffee?

Okay.

Charmain.

Bring back the, uh, minutes from those meetings,

and we'll go through them together.

Ah, thanks for holding down the fort.

Call for you about the Raymond Novo murder.

It's the Commissioner.

He sounds, um...

you better take it.

My mom's jewelry box was in the trunk.

That's what kills me. I can't go to the cops.

I can't tell them I was here.

I can keep a lookout,

let you know if somebody is suddenly in jewelry sales.

Yeah, that... that'd be great.

Thank you.

Sore thumb. You're back.

Yeah. Ha.

I, uh, I was just telling Lee here

that, uh, I had an incident the other night.

Well, before you get too deep into the tale,

can I be frank?

Sure.

Here you are again, trying to look relaxed,

and you still look as guilty as a hooker in church.

I'm trying.

I'm trying, I just...

Don't worry about it.

It's fine.

I'm just... being sympathetic.

Okay. Message received.

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's okay.

Listen, kid, you may be going through

the epic CinemaScope trial of your life right now,

trying to be you,

but don't forget the rest of us aren't just extras.

I'm... I'm really sorry.

Hey, Lee, the usual.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

I'm new here to the neighborhood, and...

It's Brian, right?

Phone for you.

Yeah. This is Brian.

Pack it in, Sparkle Pants. You're off the Novo case.

Give me a second.

I'm getting somewhere here.

- There is no there there. - English.

You're off the Novo case because there is no Novo case.

So they got the guy.

There is no guy, and there never will be a guy.

It's almost finished.

The movie that Novo was doing with his fianc�e?

$8 million worth of two-fisted Western

coming to a theater near you at Easter.

So the studio called the Mayor,

the Mayor called the Commissioner,

the Commissioner called our boss

and told him what we all should have known

from the jump... when a studio's got $8 million invested,

stars can be dead, but they can't be dead homos.

So that's it. I'm just done?

Tip your barman on the way out.

Sorry, I just...

- That's okay. - Just give me a few minutes,

- and I'll... - Baby, baby...

- try it again. - That's okay.

No, it's not all right.

- Just let me do it again. - Eddie. Eddie.

Can I tell you something without you getting mad?

You're not the first guy that I've been with

that this has happened to.

We're not in high school anymore.

I wish to hell I was.

Come on. Let's give it a rest.

Hey, Paul Lynde.

Thanks for your help.

What help?

You had to know when I walked in

that bar was gonna get shut down.

Well, I thought we might be faster

than the Hollywood machine.

Long shot.

You're somewhat exercised for a guy

who thought he'd catch a limp wrist

just by drinking their beer.

I like catching killers.

Don't need to think too much on the details.

Mighty big of you.

Why the hell are you so Up With People

on a bunch of homos anyway?

No, really, I... I get it.

Some otherwise nice-seeming guys,

sad to see them wreck their lives like that,

but it's still deviant, huh?

Still...

wrong.

Well, I thought you were of

the "free your mind, roll your own" generation.

Don't act dumb, all right?

There is a line, and they stick their necks out crossing it.

And they know it. You know what it is?

They're... they're addicted.

Yeah, like all the junkies I see.

And they know something can go wrong,

and they do it anyway.

They're just sick.

It's sad.

And for what, huh? How the hell

is it worth the risk to do that?

You know what I realized trying to understand people?

- What? - Don't try to understand 'em.

I know what I'd kill for and what I'd die for.

You served. You do too.

And every day on this job,

we get to see what other people would kill and die for

and I used to think it was different, but it's not.

It's the same. Love, hate.

With a side of stupid.

You seem...

Old?

You okay?

Well...

Go home and kiss your wife.

You can count on that.

Hiya, Ed. Thought you punched out.

Yeah, I did.

Hey, uh, you got the time?

Yeah, sure.

Charlie? We're back.

Mother Mary.

Look at that blessing.

You see it in her eyes.

The wounded little bird.

Mother...

lover...

Goddess.

Let me back into your heart.

- Charlie, I... - I know, I know, I...

- I hurt you. - You didn't hurt me, Charlie.

You... hurt me.

I... saw stars.

I couldn't... chew for a week.

I won't apologize for passion.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Mary...

Mary, you are the light,

and I am the lighthouse keeper.

Mary?

Oh, my God!

Is it yours?

I don't know.

Is it mine, Cherry pie?

It's ours.

Yes.

And we'll raise it together.

We are a revolution.

And one day...

the world will know our name.

Yes.

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