All language subtitles for Aquarius Edited S01 E10_EN

Killer man.

Killer man.

Open your eyes and see what you see.

There's the lost lamb. Save her.

Who is? Who?

You have killed, killer man,
to save girls like her.

Many times,
you've drowned the light of life.

Who do you kill, killer man?

War... world.

World War II?

That was you, saving us?

You saved us, killer man,
from the great Adolf Hitler?

Hitler.

Japs. Nips.

Who did you kill, killer man, to save us?

You chew up the yellow man
and spit him out?

You have swallowed death.

You live on death. Death lives in you.

Save the innocents for your country.

Save the lost lamb. There's one. Look!

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

I'm in danger.

How do I open my eyes? I don't remember.

-He walked right into me.
-I saw it, miss. It's not your fault.

Let's go.

-Joe.
-Yeah, that's right, it's Joe.

-Joe, look at the stars.
-Oh, okay.

-They're raining light.
-Okay, come on, buddy.

You're damn lucky
I was looking for you, Sam.

My beamish boy. Callooh. Callay.

I will take that as a compliment.

Look, I know you're loaded,
but I could really use your advice.

There's been another bus robbery.

Don't work robbery.

No, it's not about the robbery. Okay.

It's liquid.

My fingers are swimming in liquid.

Christ, you signed out an hour ago.

How much could you drink in an hour?

Cut it out. Cut it out!

-Ow! That hurt.
-I barely hit you.

-I barely hit you.
-No pain.

I don't feel pain.

I'm gonna call Shafe at the precinct.

He'll keep his trap shut, right?

Wait here. No. Right here. Don't move.

-Stay.
-My leg is stuck.

My leg is stuck.

You been here before?

Yeah. Not you?

If I had been here, I'd remember.

This scene is so far out, it's gone.

-Hey, Guapo!
-Shh! Cállate.

Hey, no names, man.

Hey, don't freak on me.

Look around.

Nobody here can even
remember their own name.

This is Bri. He's cool.

He'll get you laid. Get you high.

He's the one who tipped me off
to Jimmy Too's game.

Shake him down.

So why should I trust you, my friend?

More like "stranger."

I've known you a week and not that well.

Look, if I'm not welcome, I can just...

173rd Airborne?

That's right.

In-country?

No, Beverly Hills.

You were in Nam?

So... 173.

You knew Enrique Herrera?

-Yeah, I know Henry.
-Oh, that's right.

You Anglos, you like to call him "Henry."

He liked to call himself Henry.
He was brave.

Hell, yeah, he was.

Enrique was a lion.

Hey, man, I told you. He's a warrior.

So you served your country.

Maybe now you serve your city as a cop.

You got me.

I'm a cop.

And I'm gonna go bust
this punk right here.

Where's my money? Where's my money?

I'm a dealer.

I sold you grass and now you owe me.

Play along or you're going to jail.

My money!

You hold out on me again,
I'm gonna kick your teeth in.

That biker who just left?

Yeah, Roy.

He looks rough, but he has a kind heart.

Well, he was with that weirdo, that...

Is that what this is? Their place?

Cherry.

Sweet sight.

You see?

The universe always
comes back around our way.

Charlie, you know my friend, Rick?

Charlie won't hurt you. He's all love.

Oh, tell my balls.

Rick gave me a ride. Nice wheels, right?

And he was so sweet.

He bought me a snack
with his credit card.

Well...

Thank you for taking care of Emma.

Yeah.

I'm sorry if there
was a misunderstanding.

I thought you were bad for Emma.

All I really care about is the safety
and happiness of my friends.

You'll grok that when...
When we're friends.

That's great. Yeah, friends.

But right now I got to get going.

I got a big history test
in the morning, so...

We're making history here, Jack.

We're gonna change the way
the world hears music.

Besides, it's a bad time to leave.

-See, it's the witching time.
-Uh...

And school...

is out.

Hey, Minnie.

This here is Randy Rick.

Deserves a welcome, don't you think?

He deserves everything I've got.

That's...

Uh...

I don't own you, Rick.

People aren't property.

You see, Emma and the girls understand

that one isn't enough
for a growing boy like you.

Besides, I sure could use
a helping hand around here.

Well, hey, now, don't be selfish.

-So you're in?
-I was connecting with Guapo,

-but then that UCLA punk...
-Bri, I've been behind you.

I'd like to stay behind you,
but I need results.

It's time to close this.

You get time and location
out of Guapo's shipment,

and we get a bust... A big fat bust.

Sure. I... I just gotta...

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta nothing.

You wanted undercover.
If you can't handle it...

No, I'll get it done.

Good. Then you can paint yourself brown

and do something
about these bus robberies.

Is that why they're protesting?

Yeah, some lowlife has been preying
on Chicano cleaning women.

He's holding them up on their way home.

And guess what.

They, like everybody else,
don't think we're doing our job right.

Oh, and Moran was calling for you.
Check up front.

His daddy is loaded.

Car dealer?

Zondo Motors.

Mondo Zondo.

Aren't they the biggest in L.A.?
That's what Rick says anyway.

Thank you...

for Rick and all
the "Zondough" he'll bring us.

And thank you...

Thank you for coming home.

To me.

Please don't ever leave me again.

Please?

You promise.

I won't leave you ever again, Charlie.

I was sad.

So sad without my sweet Cherry's lips.

Grace! Grace, swim to me.

Swim to me, Grace. Grace, swim to me.

-Excuse me.
-Swim to me!

Jump in. Swim to me.

-Sam, what are you doing here?
-This is for you. I'm ready.

-I'm ready for love.
-What's wrong with you?

Nothing. No pain.

Nothing is wrong with me.

No pain. No pain.

-Pain. No. No pain.
-You have to go.

Governor Reagan is here,
and you're humiliating me.

Get him out of here
or I'll call the cops.

-Don't send me back.
-Lady, I am a cop.

It's nothing. Just a drunk.

-A friend's taking him home.
-You all right?

My beamish boy. Callooh. Callay.

What's going on with you? Stop it.

It hurts.

Hurts what? What hurts?

It hurts.

I'll fill up the bus.

Oh, yeah, Sadie.

We'll be Zondo-ing
all over Beverly Hills.

Will you tell me now, Charlie?

Tell you what?

I love you, Charlie.

I love you so much.

And I... I hate my father.

He has never loved me.

He doesn't even think I'm pretty.

Cherry...

you...

are the prettiest girl on earth.

You're from a magical breed.

You look like your mother was a deer
and your father a prince.

Do you know my father's secret?

Cherry...

You accept there's no past. No future.

There's only what we feel,

what we know right here in our skin,
in our hearts.

-Yes.
-So search in yourself.

What do you think
is your father's secret?

My father can't love.

And he can't be loved.

It's all right.

You tried to love him.

Your mother tried.

I... I tried, and...

he can't.

Cherry, come on.

You're wiser than all of us.

You've taught me why we're so lucky.

We can give and receive love.

That's why we're a real family.

-How do you know it's LSD?
-I've taken it.

You've taken it?

I told you, in Nam, we tried
everything to cut the boredom.

"Chicago."

A poem by Carl Sandburg.

"Hog Butcher for the World."

Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat.

"Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders."

Is he dangerous?

No. He wouldn't let me drive.
Kept trying to steer.

"I have seen your painted women."
Wom-en-en-en-en.

Sam, your eyes are closed.
You can open them.

There you go.

Oh. Pretty.

Shafe has pretty. Shafe has pretty.

Scrambles.

Scrambles?

My puppy. Yeah!

That's a... that's a rug, Sam.

Mm, smells like potatoes.

Sounds like he's sort of happy.

"They tell me you are crooked..."

What does it feel like?

Oh, it depends where your head's at,

but it's like you're dreaming awake.

And it's good to have a sober guide,
someone to keep the dreams happy.

"So proud to be alive and strong
and coarse and cunning..."

Cunning.

Samson Hodiak. Miss Fisher's class.

Oh, you should have seen it.

Ah, I did it perfect.

You thirsty, buddy? Cold?

You know, I was wrong about that thing

he asked me to help him with.

You mean the missing girl?

I thought he was doing it
because Pop had a lot of juice,

but, no, it's the mother.

He's carrying a torch for her.

Who do I have to fuck to get
a cup of coffee around here?

Any idea who spiked your drink?

No, I don't remember.

It's like it's a blur.

A bad dream.

You know, um,
Moran really saved your ass.

Yeah, that much I do know. He called you?

And the cab company
and got the address where you were.

Moran somehow knew that
you were high on something

and for some reason figured
I'd know how to handle it.

Yeah. Wild guess, huh?

I told you that, uh, Emma
and Rick were at the Spiral.

What happened to my buttons?

Last night, you went to the Karns'...

No, shh. I don't want...
No, that's enough.

I don't want to know.
Um, what did you say about Emma?

She was at the Spiral.

-You want to do something about...
-I don't care.

You don't care?

You don't... are you serious?

-You dragged us into this because...
-Let me rephrase that.

I do care. I'll handle it.

How? With your fists?

That was fun.

Yeah. Look, Ricky's there, okay?

And at any minute, he could
tell Roy or Guapo that I'm a cop.

-Mm-hmm.
-We got to handle that.

Mm.

-Deputize him.
-Do what?

Make him your deputy.

Whoops.

Joe.

Hi, Sam. How you feeling?

Thank you for last night.

You really... You saved my ass.

Yeah, well, I want to cash
that check right now, Sam.

That's a little quick, but okay.

Yeah, I saw this.

Salazar's got a hair up his ass
about the Echo Park bus robberies.

Thinks the LAPD would be better off

if there was more Chicano detectives.

I'm Cuban, Sam.

My real name is Jose Moran.

No. Don't bull...

Really? You're not Irish? You're Cuban?

Moran's a common Irish name,
but it's also Spanish.

In junior high,
I started calling myself Joe,

and when I moved out here
after serving in Korea,

everyone assumed I was Irish.

Assumed or you led them on?

A little of both.

My people are fair-skinned.

My grandma had red hair and blue eyes.

So when I met my wife, Maggie,
I let her think I was Irish.

-Why? Did she say...
-Her father hates Mexicans.

A lot of daughters
like to defy their daddies.

Not Maggie. When I met her, she was 18.

A very obedient,
good little Catholic girl.

If her father objected...

I don't know.

You know, maybe we would've
gotten married.

Maybe.

I love Maggie and my boys.

My beautiful red-headed, blue-eyed sons.

They're the world to me.
No bullshit, Sam.

A lot of guys say
they love their wives...

I believe you.

It's just all these years,
you've never told Maggie

-that you were Cuban?
-I didn't have to.

My father died when I was six.

My mom passed when I was in Korea.

And the rest of my people
are still in Cuba,

and Castro's making sure
they don't show up.

And when I joined the department,

of course it's better for me
if nobody knows I'm Latino.

Let's be honest, you really think
I would've made detective

if the brass knew I was a spic?

So I assume Salazar found out about it?

Yeah.

I can't for the life of me
figure out how he knows.

Says I'm the only Latino detective
in the department,

which pisses him off.

But what really pisses him off

is what good is it if nobody knows?

Wants to interview me.

Said it'll give me power
in the department to help Latinos.

I refused.

Salazar told me that,
with or without my cooperation,

his next column, a week from today,
is gonna be about me.

Did you tell Salazar that Maggie
and the kids don't know?

I guess he assumes they do.

He promised me
that if I alert the brass first,

he'll let me claim I did it voluntarily.

Says it'll look good for everybody

to have a positive story
about a Latino in the department.

Only problem about this positive story...

it's gonna destroy my life.

Yeah.

Classy.

Savior!

My savior. Where you been hiding?

This here's my man Vickery.
Charlie Manson.

Oh, Charlie!

Man, I hear this is your pad.

Well, everything belongs
to everyone, Jack.

Beautiful.

Your father's on the phone.

Hurry up.

-Wow.
-It's just temporary.

You'll get your real badge
in... couple of weeks.

Okay? You're undercover, man.

-You can't carry this on you here.
-Right, right, of course.

All right, now don't raise your hand
in case anyone sees,

and keep your voice low,
but repeat after me...

I, Rick Zondervan...

I, Rick... I, Rick Zondervan...

Swear as a Deputy Detective
for the County of Los Angeles...

Why didn't Moran tell me
about his wife and boys himself?

-Why send you?
-He didn't think you'd believe him,

so he told me his secret

to prove to you that
he would tell the truth

-to the department.
-Okay, good.

-So it's settled.
-Eventually.

He'll need some time to break
the news to his family slowly.

-Slowly?
-Yeah.

All Jose has to say is,
"Honey, I'm Latino."

-It takes two seconds.
-Well, Ruben...

-May I call you Ruben?
-Of course.

And I... I see you were in Vietnam?

-Covered it two years.
-And you're married.

So you know that telling the truth

is only gonna take a few seconds,

but it'll take some time
for his face to heal.

She's a scratcher.

He's been lying to her
about who he is for 12 years.

Ah, then she'll also have the shock

of finding out her two beautiful
Irish sons are wetbacks.

You got that right.

-That's right.
-Yeah. Detective Hodiak,

I have no sympathy
for self-hating Joe Moran

-or his racist wife.
-Oh, shit.

Ruben, if I've offended you
in some way, I apologize,

but don't punish Joe for my tactlessness.

I have given Detective Moran every chance

to make the simple fact
of his heritage less damaging,

so his way or mine, in a week,
everyone'll know that Joe is Jose.

Now, if you please...

Now, this'll be the first shipment
through Nippon warehouse,

but if all goes good,

this could be
a regular thing for you two.

Whoa, slow down.

You never used this guy before?

I didn't ask if there was any questions.

I actually have the same question.

And that's your last question.
This is my last answer.

The connection I know. He's my man.

He's never used this method
to bring in stuff before.

Juan's going with you.

See, I don't care what
happens to you clowns,

but Juan...

that's my primo.

I'd never risk my blood
if I wasn't sure it was safe, you dig?

Now you in or what?

We're in, man.

Delivery's tomorrow at noon.

-Daylight?
-Safer.

Easier to see a pig in the sun.

He didn't care. I told you he wouldn't.

I'm not sure I did my best.
Maybe you should talk to him.

Ah, there's no point.
He just wants to screw me.

-He's dying to screw me...
-Perdóneme, señor.

-Gracias.
-De nada, señorita.

Salazar is a self-righteous prick,
but he's not wrong.

You should probably
tell everyone the truth.

-Sam.
-Yeah.

Call for you. South Pasadena Precinct.

-South Pasadena?
-Yeah, he didn't give a name.

Hodiak.

Oh, thanks for getting back to me.

Louise Mitchell. Mm-hmm.

Nothing.

All right. Well, thank you.

Look, I know these calls are off-book,

but I heard you talking to Shafe
about a Louise Mitchell,

and, uh, what's her son's name?

Greg. Gregory Mitchell?

Yeah, you know,
I could help you run them down.

I have plenty of time.

You know, I... I need to do it myself.

But thank you.

Yeah, it's Gregory Mitchell.

Any grade. I don't know how old he is.

You do?

Do you have a home address?

What the hell?
Rampart's got a call they say is ours.

704 bus to Echo. Another robbery?

Unis there now.

Did you get a call about this, too,
Lieutenant?

Yeah. He killed her this time.

Punk shot her for 5 bucks.

Get over there right now, Cut.

This is not Rampart's problem.
This is our mess.

Joe, it's for you. It's Ruben Salazar.

What's that spic calling you for?

Yeah, well, don't tell him nothing.

It's Moran.

Salazar here.

It's all over the wire about the 704 bus.

Okay, now this time it's murder.

Jose, I can't wait any longer.

When?

Tomorrow.

Charlie...

Charlie's right.

You are the prettiest and the smartest.

No.

-You're just as...
-Shh.

We're sisters, right?

Right.

Sisters don't lie to each other.

I am so proud of you.

Don't make me sit on my pride.

You have to free yourself.

-I've told Charlie...
-Not Charlie.

Charlie can't free you. I can't free you.

My mother was a drunk.

She didn't take care of me
or my little brother.

And when she got cancer,
I joined the church choir

so I could sing to God
to save her from dying.

And then when she went into
the hospital for the last time,

I brought the choir outside her window
to sing her way to heaven.

And do you know what she said to me?

Why didn't you just bring a radio?

I'm so sorry, Sadie.

Don't be sorry, Cherry.

I was lying to myself.

Really, all I ever wanted
was for my mother to die.

Because she wasn't my mother.

I am my mother.

I gave birth to me.

You have to prove to yourself

that your mother
is no better than a stranger...

that you don't care if she lives or dies.

It's time for you to be born.

Sam, it's Joe.

Yeah.

Yeah, I saw that.

Maggie threw me out.

Said I'll never see my boys again.

No, that's bullshit.
First of all, it's illegal, all right?

Go home, let her hit you
till her arms are tired,

and then make love to her.

What do I say to my boys?

Your sons are gonna
love you no matter what.

You know, Maggie said she can forgive

my screwing around on her,

but this just proves everything
I've said to her is a lie.

Just one big lie.

Sam, believe me,

I have got no one in this world
but Maggie and my boys.

Without them, I am no one.

You can sleep on the couch.

Get out of your car
and wait for the transfer.

When he hands over the goods,
we'll crash the scene,

bust the connection,
the biker, any other baddies,

preserving your cover.

And to abort? What's the signal?

Look, we're backing you up.

Any trouble, we'll come in
and save your pretty face.

Yeah? Is your car faster than a bullet?

Hey. You got the jitters?

-I'm being careful.
-Well, you look green to the gills.

Can you handle this?
Panic will get us all killed.

I can handle the bust.

What I can't handle
is your sloppy planning.

-Hey, only done 50 of these.
-Kid's right, Gilbert.

If he smells a setup,
he should have an abort signal.

Okay.

You think the transfer's a phony,
light a cigarette.

-We'll abort. Got it?
-Thank you.

Just don't let your nerves
get the better of you. Hmm?

Where's Moran when we need him?

We could prove
we got a wetback on the job.

"My name is Jose Jimenez.

I will catch the bad man who rob you."

He could sing to him.

Yeah, Cut, I knew you'd
find my little secret funny.

I knew you'd be the first
to stop being my friend.

-I'm your friend, Joe.
-We're all your friends, Joe.

We razz each other,
that's what us cops do.

Did you tell Salazar?

What?

Was it you, Whalen?

You stupid mick.

Put the gun down, Joe.

We'll kill that bottle.
I could use a drink.

Stand... stand down. Stand down.

I love being a cop.

I love working with you.

You want to know why I lied to you all?

Because if you knew I was Latino,

you'd never let me be one of you.

I'd never be American in your eyes.

I knew that. I was okay.
I didn't... I didn't mind.

I wanted to be just like you.

But now it's them.

Now my own people
won't let me be American.

Hispanics, Latinos,

Chicanos, Cubanos, all those spics...

I see you, Sam.

You're fast, but...

you're not that fast.

-It's five after.
-He's coming.

Five minutes late is nothing. Look.

Hola, Juan.

Cómo estás?

Wait here.
I'll pack the, uh, radios for you.

We take them as soon
as he comes out with a package.

He's aborting.

He's not lighting the cigarette.
Get ready.

You got a light?

Yeah, man. You have a smoke for me?

Here's the stuff.

Give my best to Guapo.

He blew it.

Coward.

¡Justicia! ¡Justicia para todos!

Let's give Joe the room.

¡Justicia!

Pero nunca para mí.

Hey, Joe, you...
You mind if I take a seat,

keep you company?

My brother-in-arms till
the end, right, Sam?

Remember how you saved my ass

when that bust on Franklin went belly up?

Dealer got the drop on me.

I was a goner.

I remember.

If I'd have died that day, I'd be a hero.

Maggie...

the boys...

-they'd be proud of me forever.
-Joe, Joe.

You don't want to shoot
yourself through the temple,

you know that.

You want the bullet
to go through the entire cortex.

Shoot the temple,
you might give yourself a lobotomy,

and your kids'll be changing
your diapers for 20 years.

Good point.

If you're gonna do it, gun's the way.

My dad lost everything in the crash.

He jumped out of his office window.

Didn't die for two days.

So now every time things go wrong for me,

I think about killing myself.

I mean, Dad gave up. Why shouldn't I?

That's what your boys are going to think

every time the going gets tough, Joe.

And the going eventually
gets tough, doesn't it?

You're full of it, Sam. Your dad's alive.

You've talked about him lots of times.

I talk about him
as if he were alive because.

-I'm ashamed of what he did.
-I don't believe you.

Joe, let me tell you something else
about my father you don't know.

He's a Jew.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

You're a Jew?

I'm... no. I'm an American.

But my dad was a Jew.

My mom's Irish.

I'm a half-breed, a mongrel.

Like you, I don't tell people,

'cause I don't want them
treating me any differently.

I'm with you on this, Joe.

I'm not Ukrainian. I'm not Irish.

I'm not a Jew.

I'm an American.

I'm as American as George Washington.

Like you.

Like Roberto Clemente.

Thanks, Sam.

All right.

Why don't we walk out of here, Joe?

You and me.

Two Americans past
the spics and the micks

and the wops and the kikes
and the spades?

With just our... Our heads held high.

Let's walk out of here, Joe.

Where's the stuff?

Now I know I can trust you.

Go home, Sam.

Get some shut-eye.

You deserve it.

It was real good, what you did.

Thanks, Cut.

It was real good.

How's Moran?

Four weeks mandatory observation.

Sam, the FBI did ask us
to follow that antiwar kid.

-Robbie Arthur.
-Yeah.

Just got the surveillance photos.

Pretty boring stuff.

No contact with Walt.

Arrest this guy.

-Who is he?
-Just do me a favor.

Have a uni bring that lowlife in.

Sure.

Cherry.

You.

You did this? You had me arrested?

Dragged down here like a common criminal?

I thought it was high time
we had a little talk...

Dad.

Get these manacles off me.

My beamish boy. Callooh. Callay.