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Previously on Aquarius...

Go see Guapo.

Get right with Guapo, you're right with me.

I produce music for Ham Chapel, the record company.

The music's only part of it. His love is everything.

Sounds like I got this all wrong.

Why are we working so hard to find a hooker

who's been missing for seven years?

Because a guy named Ken Karn

and his friends don't want us to.

If I don't get this back to Guapo, he's coming for me.

- What's that smell? - It was like that when I took it.

Was Raymond Novo murdered? Is his body still inside?

Someone was religious.

Got a body found in a drainage ditch.

M.E. says it's almost a month old.

I know this guy.

I think my neighbor's house is being broken into.

Please hurry. I'm scared.

When I heard the cops come in, I tried to warn Cherry.

I went to the police station. They said she wasn't there.

This is a mistake. I don't belong here.

Six months ago, I was assigned covert ops in Cambodia.

We're killing children.

- Look, this is classified. - This is the truth.

If your source is so patriotic,

make him come forward.

Charlie.

Hey, Safari Jack.

Oh, good to see you. Thanks for having us back.

You blew my mind last time.

It took me a little while to... ha... put it all together.

You know, I wanted to talk to you.

You know, this thing you got going on out here...

it... it's bigger than songs, you know?

It's a worldview, you know?

It's rapping, philosophy.

It's love, freedom.

Amen! Amen, man.

It's everything I hear everyone talking about now,

but in one place.

Out here in...

in nowhere hills, and all because of you.

Ah, I didn't do nothin', man.

I'm shy.

I tell you, though... what I did do, though.

See, I didn't like the part I was playin',

so I changed it.

Maybe that made some other people strong

in thinking they could do it too, but...

that's what.

That's what I want to show with the movie,

you doing your thing... you know, the music too,

but all this here... lay it out for people.

They need to know what's happening, man,

know what's possible.

All right, Jack, yeah.

All right, far out! Um...

No time like the present, right?

You know, we, uh...

The slowest

is always the leader, right?

'Cause he sets the pace.

Morning. You're here early.

Yeah, I'm here on important police business.

I have to descale the coffee pot.

It's never been descaled before,

but suddenly Detective Whalen

has a wild hair up his ass about calcium deposits

affecting the taste, so...

Course, now it's an emergency.

Well, when you're done with that,

can you help me?

- I can help you now. - Great.

Need to know who in this city uses formaldehyde and for what.

Formaldehyde as in embalming fluid?

A funeral home, morgue.

Right, but where else? You know, factories, warehouses.

Anywhere to keep things and move them in and out on the QT.

Well, I know they use formaldehyde in particle board,

- fiberboard. - Exactly what I mean.

Anything you can find like that.

Okay, got it.

- Cover for me if anyone asks. - Course.

And don't worry about Whalen.

I'll get someone else to descale the coffee pot.

Or you could just tell him I did it.

I guarantee he won't notice.

Then we lived on a commune

on this farm in New Mexico.

That's how come I know how to do stuff

like build fire pits and cook oatmeal

for a whole lot of people at once.

- Sounds great. - Yeah.

But this one day...

I was sitting in front of our building

crying,

and... this guy came up on a motorcycle

and asked if I wanted to go get doughnuts.

And that was Charlie.

Yeah.

Oh, my gosh, like a dream.

Is Minnie done?

Is it my turn?

I want you

to tell me what happened in that police station.

I did, Charlie.

Tell me again.

They said Emma wasn't there.

Just like that? Just...

stonewalled a pretty girl like you, huh?

Who'd you tell 'em you were?

Her sister.

They asked you why you thought she was there,

what she'd done?

So pretty little you walks in there,

butter wouldn't melt,

tell 'em you think they have your sister,

and they don't ask why or what for?

They just send you on your way.

I don't know what they were doing, Charlie.

They didn't tell me. They wouldn't tell me anything.

Go find Janet.

It's her turn to tell a story.

Detective Hudzik around?

Not Hudzik. Hodiak. Detective Hodiak.

I'm not talking anymore to anyone till I see him.

Just keep your hair on.

I was worried you might not remember me.

Oh, stop.

Of all the people I've ever met

wearing paint instead of clothes,

you were by far the most polite.

Now, I don't know if you know this,

but first time offense marijuana possession

comes with an automatic one to ten-year stretch.

I'm betting you do know

that this is not your first offense, though.

Yeah.

- But prison... - Okay, I hear you.

So why don't you tell me this thing

you think is gonna help me so much.

These bikers... they work for Lucille.

I saw them move a body... this guy Jimmy Boots.

They put him in the trunk of a gray station wagon.

Was Lucille there?

No, just... a biker named Roy.

He's like their captain,

and one called Joker.

I think Lucille knows.

She said Jimmy moved back East,

that he missed the seasons changing.

And that's murder, or at least, like,

some kind of conspiracy to cover one up, isn't it?

I can tell you everything I saw.

The station wagon... it had curtains in the back window,

and the license plate starts with A5.

I tried to see more, but Roy's legs were in the way.

All right. All right, well,

I'm gonna stop you right there, Rachel.

This is all very helpful.

I just can't do anything about it right now.

What does that mean?

What, I'm a snitch for nothing?

Not nothing. I'm gonna reduce your charges

to misdemeanor loitering

after you write all this down for me.

I don't understand.

You're not going to prison, Rachel.

Concentrate on that while I find you a pen.

Thank you.

So, formaldehyde found in

durable press fabrics like drapes, carpets,

photography labs in the stabilizer, biology labs,

anywhere specimens are being preserved.

Automotive... it's used in brake shoes, axles,

and it's also a precursor in paints and explosives.

Okay, she saw...

Roy and a sidekick pack Jimmy Too

into the trunk of a long, gray station wagon

with curtains in the back, also known as a...

- Hearse. - Hearse. Yes.

So that smell of formaldehyde,

that was from the funeral parlor.

Which is the very first thing I said when you asked me.

- So, what's next? - They call them the bone saw.

- I know. I'm prepared. - I don't know

- if I mentioned that... bone saw? - I'm prepared. Yes.

Okay. Well, then, you should go look for

a gray Cadillac or Pontiac hearse.

with an A and a 5 in the plate.

- That's what's next for you. - Okay.

- Bone saw. - Yes, I know.

You don't know where to go.

Lucille's a silent partner in five motels around here.

Sitting here trying to remember which.

It's just...

She'll be looking for me.

I didn't show up for work, and I just...

That woman is a bloodhound.

It's times like this I wish I spoke to my sister.

She's Orthodox.

We're Jewish.

I mean, I'm not.

Wow...

You really went all out on the interior decoration.

Uh... thank you.

You take the bedroom, and I'll take the couch.

Gentleman.

I try.

Rachel?

I had a hard day.

I think you should help me feel better.

Mm... look...

You... you don't have to do this.

Don't be stupid.

Am I acting like a girl who thinks she has to?

You're spinning.

Just... just two hours ago,

you were outside of a police station crying.

And now you think you gotta give me something back,

- and you don't. - Well, maybe

I just wanna have some fun.

Or maybe you've had enough fun for one day.

Yeah, I know you're a grown-up.

But you're also involved with Lucille,

her dead husband, and a dead mobster,

and that doesn't feel right to you,

because... underneath it all,

you're just a nice Jewish girl.

So go back to the bedroom,

go to sleep.

I will still help you in the morning.

Because underneath it all,

I'm just a nice half-Jewish guy.

I'm not spinning.

I'm getting my life together.

I know.

So when all this blows over,

you and I are revisiting this fun

you just left on the table.

You promise I'm gonna be okay?

I promise.

Wait, wait.

Come here.

Ah... just friends.

Sleep.

Goodnight, Rachel.

Hodiak,

I need your help.

- With What? - Our queer killer case.

You mean Cutler's queer killer case?

I don't have a queer killer case,

because Raymond Novo was no homo.

He's a movie star, remember?

And you're not a detective.

- Remember? - Okay, well...

both Chris Wagner and Raymond Novo

brought their killers to places they felt safe...

Wagner to his home,

Novo to his home away from home.

They were both robbed and tortured

before they were killed.

And except for how Novo wasn't,

they were both gay.

So we got a case?

Well, maybe he wasn't a killer right off the bat.

Maybe he went too far once,

found that he liked it, kept going.

Exactly. That's why...

fluttered my eyelashes

at that file clerk upstairs...

- The heartbreak of psoriasis? - That's the one.

She helped me put together

every open home invasion robbery

where the victim got hurt more than the situation required.

There are this many unsolved violent home invasions

in our precinct alone?

It's like a sign from God

saying, "Move to Irvine."

I grew up Catholic.

Catholic school... like that.

I actually wanted to be a nun,

but, um... I just couldn't find my way to it.

I wanted to make someone happy,

you know?

But...

no one wanted that from me.

No one wanted anything I had.

Except one person.

And when I met him...

I never looked back.

Found it.

Older couple on Outpost in August.

Husband said they were asleep when the guy broke in,

cleaned the place out... jewelry, money, all that.

Responding officer found the wife dead

in the living room with a skull fracture

wearing lingerie he described as "complicated."

Go on...

Husband had knife slashes all over his chest and arms,

was roped to the headboard by the neck.

Hmm.

Was he naked?

He was not. He had socks on.

I would like to talk to him.

What's his name?

Francis Day Murray.

No, no, no, no.

Yeah? Oh...

- You know him. - Yes.

No! I don't know him personally,

but he's a superior court judge.

Although he did hold me in contempt once, so...

we have shared a moment.

Helping my uncle fix bikes.

Must have been 12, 13.

Then my uncle found Jesus,

and he wanted everybody to find Jesus.

But that... that didn't work for me, man.

You know, some of the girls,

they say they, uh, believe Charlie's like Jesus.

No, we don't believe he is.

Charlie is Jesus.

He's Jesus Christ our Lord. I saw him.

Saw what?

Water.

He walked... on it.

Ha ha, all right.

You've had enough, little lady.

I hate you, Roy. I...

I'm gonna be honest here.

It's been tough lately.

There's a bad energy,

very dark ever since Cherry Pop.

What happened to Cherry Pop?

I think...

we need to go skinny-dipping.

Come on.

I got a call asking me to come down,

look at some photographs,

identify someone?

I know you.

What is this?

I... I called you.

Okay? I'm Officer Shafe.

Oh, isn't this just rich?

I'll give it to you.

You do Babe in the Woods pretty well... you fooled me.

I'm sorry, okay? I was there to do a job.

Well, I don't remember anybody

getting arrested or anything that night, so...

Do you remember Chris Wagner?

He was nice. Was he a friend of yours?

Because he left with someone who killed him.

Look, I won't lie... I did not wanna be

in your place that night, but I was.

I was right there in that room,

and it happened anyway.

You think I feel good about that?

You left before Chris did.

You couldn't have seen anyone, so...

W... why am I here?

You said you need me to make an I.D.

Yeah, I do.

Come with me.

Uh, Frank, you remember Sam Hodiak.

Sure.

Thank you for coming in, Your Honor.

Oh, my pleasure. Al here said

you might have a lead on the man who killed Lillian.

Well, I've been reading up on the case file

because we've caught a couple similar cases recently, so...

Have you?

Yeah, does that surprise you?

Surprise? No.

I just hadn't heard anything about it.

Well, it's a fairly recently development,

otherwise, I'm sure

you would have been brought up to speed.

I mean, unless...

Unless... what?

Unless they were too embarrassed to...

You know, there's fresh coffee.

I'm gonna grab a cup. Can I get you...

I'll get you a cup. I'll get you one.

- Lou? - No, thanks, Sam.

All right. I'll be right back.

Not in the bar.

He never came in the bar, but...

definitely in the neighborhood.

Especially on the weekends.

Driving around slow, looking to catch an eye.

In a real cherry car, too.

A jaguar.

Probably didn't hurt his chances.

Did you ever see anybody get into the car?

Of course. Come on.

Suddenly you care about us too?

I know. What's next,

Rock Hudson going public?

I'll walk you out.

Okay, what was I saying?

You know, 'cause...

cops are not always the most subtle of creatures,

- so, you know... - Thank you.

Whoever might've, uh...

usually brought this up to you

might not have known how to tell you,

because they respect you.

Bring what up?

You know...

for me, I feel like we all march to the beat

of a different drummer with this stuff, you know?

I mean, if this job teaches you anything, it's that.

Wanna get to the point, son?

Well...

for all I know, it was your wife's idea...

for you to go out and get guys for her,

for you to watch...

for the both of you, even. Who knows?

How dare you.

I don't know what to say to you right now, Al.

But Detective, by tomorrow,

you'll be directing traffic in Hollenbeck Division.

I hope it was worth it.

Will it be worth it to you

when this all comes out anyway

and it drags your name through the dirt...

and Lillian's? When it turns out

you could have helped me right here, right now?

And whatever you tell me,

I will say I found out some other way.

And if this guy goes down

for some other murders and not your wife's,

for a man like you that served justice his entire life,

isn't that a damn sight better than him not going down at all?

Now, I do not care what you and your wife got into.

In fact, honestly, I think it's great

that you found each other.

Kindred spirits.

Personally...

I would give anything for that myself.

And if I were you,

I would avenge her.

Hispanic.

Mexican, maybe.

In his 20s.

Average height, average build.

On his, uh... lower abdomen

he had an appendectomy scar.

I made a comment about it, a joke,

and so he gave me some scars of my own.

Thank you.

Charlie.

- Charlie. - Huh?

- Hey. - Hey.

Just now Katie and Roy were talking about Cherry.

Something happen to her?

Ah... she was betrayed by the world, my man.

Same thing that happened to us all.

Besides... why dream of a cherry

when you got peaches and plums dangling low

everywhere you look?

Sam!

Come on, join the fun.

Mmm... You know, Bernard,

He just got back from...

Wait. Where was it, Bernie?

Turkey? Anyway, he brought

this far out purple hashish

you gotta come try.

Bernie, is it?

Is that your drug paraphernalia

that you brought over international borders?

Groovy.

Rachel happen to mention I was a cop?

No?

It's true.

Have a nice night.

If you want me to go, I'll go.

No, no. I want you to start acting

as smart as you are.

Why do you care?

Because you think this town was just built

to throw cash and fun at your pretty face,

but it will rape you and stab you

and disappear you.

You tell me that you want to change

because you think that's what I wanna hear,

and it is, it's true. But that's because

I'd rather not land your case, Rachel.

I'd rather you started using your brains

and protecting yourself.

Or you could protect me.

Instead of doing nothing about Jimmy Too.

It's a complicated investigation.

Doesn't mean you're in hiding, though.

You can go back.

I haven't been to work in days.

Lucille will know something's not right.

Ah, well...

you just tell her the truth,

that you met a handsome, slightly older man

who swept you off your feet and then left town.

Bastard.

She'll look into it.

Next idea.

- I know what to do. - What?

Punch me. In the face.

- No. I... I... - I'll say I was robbed.

- No, that's not gonna work. - Knocked out.

No, you're not listening to me.

I'll say I was in the hospital.

- Sam... do it. - It won't work.

I've got a better idea, all right?

I will do it...

my way.

Captain Dunne's office just called. He's coming by around 11:00

after the budget meeting.

Could you pass that on to the Lieutenant?

Hey, Lou.

You look a little, uh...

you know, end of a long, hard march.

Yeah. It was a night.

I don't want to get into it.

Need a little hair of what bit ya.

Isle of Sky Special Reserve?

You wanna give that to me?

I want you to share it.

You and me, babe.

Just take a little sniff.

No, no, no!

No! She said no!

I got a... I got the photograph here I want you to see.

I just... this one is beautiful.

Gotta show you this!

- * Oh, she * - Oh... shh!

* Pushed her wheelbarrow through the street *

Captain Dunne.

T-Bone!

Get yourself a glass.

Put on your kilt.

You.

Yes, Cap.

This the way Hollywood Division

- does things these days? - I know this is

a little unusual, but, you know,

a little pop now and then...

take the edge off, you know?

Out.

How's the wife, T-Bone?

Gotta go.

Detective Sam Hodiak.

Rachel!

I've been worried about you.

Where you been, sweetie?

With me.

I see...

"With."

She's my girlfriend.

So we've been spending some time together.

Huh.

My girl is special to me.

Her safety is important to me,

so I'll be keeping an eye on her.

I just thought you should know that.

You know what, Sam?

Happy to help.

Good to hear.

What happened?

Have you slept at all?

The reporter.

What did he say?

It's a conversation, not a decree.

So he said no.

It's a scary situation, so that's understandable,

but you gotta give me that.

Huh? He'll come around.

And what if he doesn't?

Damn it!

Is there anybody else lurking around here

waiting to jump out at me?

Maybe Allen Funt or... where's...

- Is Dad here? - He's at a gig.

Of course he is.

I can't wait.

All I've done is wait.

And every day that has gone by

is a day that I should have done something,

and I just didn't, and pretty soon it just...

Now it's not gonna even matter that I left in the first place.

Honey, please.

We know that you have been waiting,

and you could have left any day before now, too,

but you didn't, 'cause you wanna do what's right.

So let your father help you.

Please.

Because, otherwise, one wrong step

and they're gonna hang you for treason.

No.

I'll take care of this.

You just have to trust me.

But you gotta get some sleep, all right?

Forgive us our trespasses...

- Hi. - Louise Mitchell?

Yeah. Can I help you?

Did you ever go by Lois? Lois Miller?

Can I see your right shoulder, please?

Thank you.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Hey, I want you to know that everything that's happened...

I haven't been myself.

I was worried about the wrong things,

and I got confused.

But I'm not confused about you, Sam.

You got me here.

Middle of the day.

I don't know if you know this,

but my son, who's in Vietnam,

is not in Vietnam.

He's here, and he's in some trouble that I can't fix.

He's AWOL, and... you want what from me?

Your connections,

someone high up enough to grant immunity

in exchange for classified documents

detailing illegal actions by the U.S. government.

And quickly, because Walt wants to go to the press.

So...

he's a radical?

Mm... I don't think he is.

I think being over there did something to him.

- To his mind. - Come on, Sam.

You've accused me, you've threatened me,

you've... you've slept with my wife

in my own house, and now you want...

Make a trade.

Trade?

Let's talk about a prostitute

that disappeared seven years ago.

Now let's talk about her friend who reported her missing

and the things she might know.

I don't know what they are.

But I know her name, her real name.

And I know where she lives.

It's a house in Riverside.

Costs way more than a woman in her position

could ever scrape together to afford.

Someone paid her to be quiet.

She filed that missing persons report anyway

because she just didn't want to see this girl go forgotten.

If you're so sure she knows something,

why haven't you...

So I could stand here with you

and sell the last shred of my soul

to keep my son safe.

If I speak to this woman,

I will have to formally investigate

anything she tells me.

But if you agree to help my son,

I won't say word one to her.

And we all go on with our lives.

Such as they are.

Fine. It's a deal.

I'll call my friend at the DOD now.

So you talked to Sadie?

Yeah, I did.

Mm. You believe her?

I don't like to believe, man.

I like to find out, you know?

'Course, there's no finding out with Sadie anyway,

really, right? I even tried to tell her,

Maybe things'll be better with Cherry gone,

that she was pretty heavy... maybe we'd better off

if the Man took her on down the road for us.

What did Sadie think about that?

And what did old Sadie Mae think about that?

She said,

"There are no questions in the world, Roy.

"A question is just a statement

that tells me what you're really thinking."

She kinda reminded me of you.

There you are.

Yeah, I was just thinking

it wouldn't take that much money for us to...

What did you do to Cherry?

What? Nothing, Charlie.

You for sure made a big song and dance about her.

- We all saw that. - Because I'm sad.

Because you're lying!

No.

Because anything I do,

everything I am,

is for you, Charlie.

Why is it a bad thing, huh,

to love you?

To be your wife,

your child,

your lieutenant?

- You used to call me... - Do not make me do it again!

And what did you do to that girl?

That sweet, sweet girl.

Your favorite girl.

That perfect girl...

What is wrong with you?

Mmm...

you're the one.

I can see it in your eyes.

You're not mine.

You're your own. You do what you want.

Mmm. I love you.

I love you, Charlie.

You had her taken.

You fed her to the Man.

Emma, who never did nothing to you

but be smarter and better!

No. I loved Cherry like my own sister.

I want you to cleanse the evil from your soul.

I want you to pray for light.

Heavenly Father,

I humbly beseech you,

please forgive me for my sins.

Please forgive me.

I am truly...

You can leave that there.

Uh, no, uh, that... that's okay.

- We got it. Thanks. - What you got? Huh?

You spy, thief.

You know what they did to those

in the olden times, huh, Hammurabi?

Eye for an eye, root for a root.

Charlie!

Movie's over.

Hispanic male, average build,

early to mid 20s.

Yeah. Thanks. It's important.

This is an open homicide investigation.

The guy's still at large.

Zero. Okay, uh...

Thanks for your time.

Damn it.

- Hollywood Division. - Detective Hodiak, please.

Ken Karn. He's expecting my call.

One moment. Hey, it's Ken Karn.

Hodiak.

I talked with my friend at the DOD.

Yeah? What'd he say?

He'll put you in touch with someone

who can negotiate with you. That's the best I can do.

He'll call tomorrow with the details.

His name is Halpern.

Charles Halpern. All right?

Yeah.

And Sam? We're even now.

Yeah, I suppose we are.

Don't sound so disgusted.

We're exactly the same.

We're covering other people's mistakes.

If you weren't cuckolding me,

I'd probably take you for a drink, and we'd be friends.

Anyway... have a nice life.

He said to be careful.

You know what you're doing?

So it's done.

I saved the man you love.

You're welcome.

You know, at one point, I loved you.

No, you didn't.

But I wanted to.

And so did you.

Is it really behind you,

whatever happened seven years ago?

Grace...

Yes.

He owes you. Hal.

He knows that.

And you owe me for standing by you.

Is that what you call it?

That's exactly what I call it.

This is a fresh start, right?

God, I hope so.

Then we're gonna make the most of it.

You okay?

- I heard... - Accident.

I'll get a broom.

- Can I get you anything else? - No.

Thanks.

You drunk?

- Hey, easy. - Hey, hey...

- I have an idea. - Just wait a minute.

I have an idea. Just get out of my way.

I can't let you drive, Sam.

- Relax. - You're a child, a baby.

Yeah, well, you're drunk

- and a lunatic... - Just...

You know, I been watching you unravel slow for a while, Sam,

but you're picking up speed.

So just take a breath, Detective.

No, no, I get it, okay?

Things are bad at home and everything,

but this isn't home.

I do my job.

Crack skulls on a dime?

- What are you, my mother? - I'm your friend.

You're not my friend. I don't even like you

- and your stupid hair. - Yeah, well, I don't

like you either, you prick. Nobody likes the guy

who comes in like they're the only one with troubles.

- Nobody... - Oh, what troubles do you have?

You married the most beautiful woman

that ever looked your way, and you want points

for sainthood because your perfect, healthy baby

and wife are colored?

Does it ever get boring being better than everybody else?

Okay, yeah, say what you want, but this is about you.

Yeah, I'm done, huh?

You do what you want.

You wanna kill yourself? Kill yourself.

I don't care. I'll call you a black and white.

Hal, what the...

I need your help, Ken.

It happened again.

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