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I found her.

Tamar Hodel.

Right before you were
born, there was a trial.

FAUNA: What kind of trial?

With my father, George Hodel.

Improper acts, improper relations.

He made love to me.

Is it true?

He killed the Black Dahlia, didn't he?

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

Elizabeth Short...

Janice Brewster.

We can stop him.

- [GRUNTS]
- You can't.

- [GUN CLICKS]
- The universe protects George.

JAY: It was you, George. It was you.

[RACHMANINOFF'S "ETUDES-TABLEAUX, OP.
39 NO. 6" PLAYS ON PIANO]

♪♪

♪♪

But George's achievements
for a boy his age.

His IQ is 186!

RACHMANINOFF: Madam Hodel,

I'm very sorry, but I cannot teach him.

Whyever not!

His last instructor, Dr. Simmeleman...

Madam, please!

Simmeleman?

Your son, he is talented, but
he plays without emotion,

the hardest thing to have.

It cannot be taught.

At least I cannot teach it.

He's a mimic, a precise machine.

Put him into medicine or science.

I beg your pardon,
Maestro Rachmaninoff.

He is not an artist.

Absurd!

That's absurd!

[DOOR CLOSES, THUD]

[GRUNTS]

♪♪

♪♪

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[GRUNTING]

[COUGHING]

[BUZZER IN DISTANCE]

You said medium rare, right?

- [GROANS]
- Call it medium.

[GRUNTING]

You think I like doing this?

I hate this part of my job.

Do you understand me?

Now, I want you to sit in there,

and I want you to feel
sorry for yourself,

and I want you to be ashamed.

Ain't one of you supposed
to be the good cop?

- That was good cop.
- [GROANING]

Wait! Aah!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Wait. Wait.

[SNIFFS]

I know who killed Janice Brewster.

Janice Brewster?

We had somebody till your pal,

the overeager newspaper reporter,

ran a story and cleared Brody Stiles.

George Hodel.

You could someday maybe
walk out of here

if you could just keep
that name off your lips.

You're protecting a killer.

And you are dumber than
a box of rocks, man.

What the hell does Hodel have,

and why is he is so
protected, Billis, huh?!

Hey, man, we just dot the
I's and cross the T's.

No. Billis, I got... I got proof!
I got proof!

It was on the table when
you walked into Ludong's.

Billis!

For once in your goddamn
life, be a cop!

BILLIS: What did you say?

Be a cop instead of a
bag man for the mob!

- Is that why you joined the force?
- What did you say?

- Was that your dream as a little boy?
- Don't you ever say that to me!

One blood test proves that Tamar

- was telling the truth.
- Give me the keys.

That's why she's hiding in Hawaii.

He wanted that girl I was with, too.

What's the key? Which is the key?

Fauna. His granddaughter. Why?

Because he wanted to rape,
murder, and cut her up.

She's 16 years old, Billis!

So what happens, huh?

What happens when it all falls apart?

And Hodel falls apart,
and good old Billis

is... is left holding the bag
for a murderous pedophile

that made a kid with his own daughter!

Huh? Is that why you
joined the force, huh?

You don't talk about why
I joined the force!

You understand me? You understand me?

You don't know what I deal
with on a day-to-day basis.

I do. You're a cop. You are a cop.

So you do me a solid.

And you look at Hodel, and
you look him in the eyes.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BUZZER IN DISTANCE]

[DOOR CLANGS SHUT]

- [TELEPHONE RINGS]
- FAUNA: Hello?

SISTER SARAH: Hello. I'm
trying to reach Coretta Lee?

She's not in.

Please tell Coretta Lee
that her daughter,

Jimmy Lee Faison, was admitted
to the ER last night.

She's sedated and has been moved
to our intensive care unit.

- Jimmy Lee?
- She's lost a lot of blood,

and doctors are still
working to stabilize her.

Please pass along the message?

We'll stay in touch with
updates on her status.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello?

FAUNA: Mrs. Huntington?

Look, I need your help.

[INDISTINCT TALKING ON RADIO]

Terrence.

Terrence, where is everyone?

Where the hell you been?
Has Xander come back?

No. Nobody's here.

Shit. They all out looking for Xander.

We haven't seen him. We
don't know if he's in jail

or laying in the streets
dead somewhere.

The cops already killed 15 people.

Jesus.

They say that you took off to Hawaii

with some man, some... some white cat.

Yeah, he's a reporter.

He's... He's trying to
help me find my mother.

[HELICOPTER BLADES
WHIRRING IN DISTANCE]

Terrence, y-you gotta take me home.

My mama, she's hurt.

My car won't make it to Nevada no how.

Why don't you go back to
Hawaii w-with your white man?

I gotta find Xander before Big
Momma have a heart attack.

- Can you take me to Pasadena?
- What?

'Cause I can get cash, and then
I can take a bus from Pasadena,

if you'll help me.

They are yanking white folks
out of cars on Imperial,

and shit, the cops are worse.

A black man driving a
light-skinned girl in Pasadena?

I'll walk, then.

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Wait!

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

MAN: have been harassed
by brick-throwing Negroes

as they attempt to put out fires

all along Imperial Highway.

Rioting and looting can be
seen in liquor stores...

MAN: Get your ass off my street!

- [GLASS SHATTERS]
- Get up out of here!

TERRENCE: Hey, man!
This is my car, man!

Get your ass off the street right now!

- [SIREN WAILS]
- Wait, brother. Look what you did to my car!

Get on out of here, Uncle Tom!

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

protect themselves from snipers...

Remain indoors and remain calm.

Roadblocks have been established

around the perimeter
of the neighborhood.

[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]

♪♪

MAN: Hey, boy!

♪♪

I wouldn't park there today.

You'll get a ticket. It's Tuesday.

[DOG BARKS]

Yes, Sir.

♪♪

[DOG GROWLS, BARKS]

♪♪

[TRUNK OPENS]

♪♪

[TRUNK CLOSES]

Thank you.

♪♪

Go on home. Be careful.

What are you about to do? Fauna!

Where I'm going, you can't come.

Fauna!

♪♪

[LOCK CLICKS]

♪♪

They've all gone mad.

- [DOOR CLOSES]
- They're burning down the city.

It's terrifying!

They'll be coming here next.
You know they will.

God help us all.

MAN: Hoodlums responding
to unfair arrests

have taken to the streets en masse,

and rioting can be seen...

Mrs. Ho... Huntington.

I need your help.

I'm sorry to ask, but I
need money for the bus.

I need to get home.

Oh, yes.

Let me get you something
to drink first.

You must be parched.

[INDISTINCT TALKING ON TV]

Thank you.

Mrs. Huntington.

You should know, I-I went to see Tamar.

Is she still living in her dream world?

Well, yes.

She believes it.

That she hates me.

I really don't deserve that.

No, um, Tamar doesn't hate you.

She forgives you.

♪♪

[GLASS CLINKS]

♪♪

[GLASS THUDS]

♪♪

[GRUNTS]

[THUD]

♪♪

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

♪♪

Don't eat anything in his house.

♪♪

OFFICER JOE: I'm telling you, Beans,

- you wouldn't believe it.
- Move it along.

Me and Bill pinned down by sniper fire

- for 40 minutes...
- That's it, that's it.

Till we could even get a cordon up.

- Hands up!
- Walk away from one thing.

- Don't sass me now.
- Six other things come up.

- Yo. Hurry up.
- We're riding one way,

- and the comes...
- Over there.

"Looting on Imperial and Hoover."

Cruisers going that way.

We pass 'em, lights and sirens.

You know you ain't getting backup

'cause you can't back anybody else up.

Those fires, man,

those firefighters are
getting shot at, man.

What's gonna happen?

- That's it.
- [DOOR CLANGS SHUT]

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

[DOORS CLANG SHUT]

What they got you in
here for, Al Capone?

Look at you.

Cell all to yourself.

What's going on out there?

Hey, man, we fighting back.

Them damn cops beat up
on Marquette's mama,

threw a pregnant woman
down on the ground.

Folks is tired.

Burning down your own neighborhood.

I can dig that.

Man, we don't own them damn businesses.

We don't own shit.

That's all them punk-ass
police care about

is protecting them stores.

They don't protect us.

You live in a different world.

Think somebody will stand
up and right a wrong

or stop an evil thing.

It ain't like that for us.

If we don't put ourselves
on the line, then who will?

♪♪

HODEL: How are you feeling?

Come join me in the sitting room.

[DOOR OPENS]

♪♪

[SLOW PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

♪♪

FAUNA: How did I get here?

Corinna called.

You fainted in her kitchen.

I fainted?

She was beside herself.

Could barely speak, poor thing.

So, she called me, and I
came and brought you here.

Not even the hospitals
are safe at the moment.

♪♪

How are you feeling?

♪♪

Healthy as a horse.

♪♪

George Hodel.

I've been trying so hard to
get into contact with you.

You invited me here.

Do you remember?

I am hard to pin down.

Work, of course.

My wife, Yuna, has many talents,

but the finer points of
polish seem to elude her.

To be honest, I find it relaxing.

♪♪

I met Tamar.

And Jay Singletary.

Oh, my goodness.

You must think I'm Lucifer himself.

The two of them.

What a trial for you.

Well, I'm so sorry that that
was your introduction to me.

You know, I'm not sure what plagues Mr.
Singletary.

To begin with, he's a
muckraker, a yellow journalist.

But whether it's due to a
brain imbalance of fluids

or some war-time trauma,
he's a badly damaged man

who's caused me a tremendous
amount of trouble

over the years.

You understand that I sued
him for libel and won?

And what about Tamar?

You found her in her
hovel on the beach?

Surrounding by squalling brats?

I send her money, of course.

I wouldn't even say Tamar
is a liar, precisely,

because she believes her
mis-truths so deeply.

It's tragic.

Shakespearean.

Or at least Eugene O'Neill.

I'm gonna lay back down.

Not feeling very well.

♪♪

♪♪

[DOORKNOB RATTLES]

♪♪

[DOORKNOB RATTLES]

♪♪

♪♪

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[DOOR RATTLES]

♪♪

♪♪

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

♪♪

Feeling better?

Come and look.

My latest acquisition.

I'm very much on the fence about it.

I like it, I think.

I can tell there's something to it.

But to be perfectly honest,
abstraction feels...

faddish to me.

Over-intellectual.

What do you think?

I wouldn't know.

Like a window...

we all peer through from the outside.

I imagine it feels familiar to you,

looking through windows
onto another world?

What it must have been like growing up

among all those simple people.

Not belonging.

[CLICK]

There's so much happening inside you.

I think of myself at your age.

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

You look well in this house.

It suits you.

Would you stay as my guest?

My granddaughter?

That's very kind.

It is, isn't it?

Well, I suppose you've
never had a proper home.

Did you feel at home with Jimmy Lee?

[LIQUID POURING]

How is pretty Jimmy these days?

She's fine, I think.

I haven't spoken to her in a few weeks.

Uh-huh.

♪♪

- [DOORBELL RINGING]
- Ah, yes.

I have a meeting with Mr.
Berman from the clinic.

You should go to your room.

Um, uh, I'd, uh... I'd
like to leave now.

It's not safe, Fauna.

Surely you can see that.

Dr. Hodel.

Terribly sorry to disturb you, sir.

Fauna, go.

♪♪

HODEL: Sergeant Billis, not
at all expecting to see you.

You fellows have certainly
got the tiger by the tail,

haven't you?

Are armed Negroes,
wearing red armbands,

invading white neighborhoods?

[LIQUID POURS]

Communists?

Hard to tell these days, sir.

We got that reporter wrapped up.

Just thought you should know.

I've spoken to the Lieutenant Governor.

You know, of course, the National
Guard is being deployed.

- I did not know that, sir.
- [DOORBELL RINGING]

I'm having them send a
squad here to the house.

Soldiers are what I need now.

Not police.

YUNA: Dr. Hodel?

It's Mr. Berman.

Show yourself out, Billis.

♪♪

Are you a police officer?

Who are you?

C-Could you take me with you?

Out of this house, please.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

HODEL: Fauna?

No. Better not.

You should be in your room.

♪♪

[BUZZER]

[CLANG]

Wake up. Billis wants to talk.

[KEYS JINGLING]

[INDISTINCT TALKING IN DISTANCE]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR BUZZES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

You guys don't look so good.

You neither, beaver. You
wouldn't like it out there.

I might.

Cuddy, make sure he's listening.

No, no, no. I'm listening.

[COUGHS]

Paying attention?

Say it. Say it.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

[GRUNTING] Paying attention.

So, I looked at all your evidence.

- Got the pictures developed.
- [COUGHS]

Not much there, pal.

What else you got?

Let me out, Billis.

For Christ's sake.

We'll bury Hodel under
a mountain of shit.

You'll be the hero detective.

Don't you want that?

Well, can't do that.

There's too many problems.

You got credibility issues.

Even if I was, which I'm not,
it wouldn't be with you.

Nothing you have would hold up.

So, what else do you have?

Because I'm gonna need solid gold.

Did you... Did you see him?
Did you go see him?

Yeah, I went to the house.
The girl's there.

The granddaughter's there in the house.

She is?

Are you gonna do anything about it?

You better watch what
you say right now.

I'd be very, very
careful if I were you,

'cause I'd have Cuddy cut your throat,

throw you in the cell, call it solved.

Is that the plan?

Oh, God damn it.

Billis, you saw the photos, right?

You saw it. You know I'm not crazy.

- You saw it.
- I saw it.

And what... what, that's all?
You know he's the guy.

You know what's gonna happen,
what's maybe already happened.

- So do something!
- Look at me.

This is very important
that you listen to me.

I'll put this cigarette
out in your eye.

Look at me!

First of all, neither you nor
God tells me what to do.

Second... maybe we'll handle it.

But a decision like that takes months.

Hodel's got too many by the big balls,

and it's not just our top
brass protecting him.

It's DeSimone. It's the Licata family.

It's everybody.

I do something like that on my own,

I'm dead in a week.

[SCOFFS] Have a good day, pal.

Wait, wait.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute.

♪♪

I got something.

- No, you don't.
- Yeah, I do.

That knife... That knife right there.

That's my second-favorite knife.

That's the knife that
killed Janice Brewster.

You get the M.E. to testify to that,

the D.A. will go along with it, huh?

Cuddy's second-favorite knife.

You put my fingerprints all over that,

I'll sign a full confession
for Janice Brewster.

- What game are you playing?
- You cut me loose.

The city's going crazy. I
get lost in the shuffle.

Lose me for a couple hours,
and I will kill Hodel,

and you know I'll do it.

That's your solution, Billis.

Two problems gone. All
your problems gone.

You're a genius.

♪♪

I get a full confession?

Prints on the knife?

What'll you do, I don't cut you loose?

Aren't you sick and tired
of wiping his ass?

Aren't you sick of looking at my face?

You kill two birds with one stone.

It's elegant.

♪♪

[CHUCKLES]

♪♪

I was supposed to be a journalist.

- Yeah, well...
- [DOOR BUZZES]

I don't think that's gonna work out.

♪♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

[WHISTLES]

Dickhead.

Why do I feel like I'm
gonna get shot in the back

trying to escape?

'Cause you have no faith
in our institutions.

Just do me a favor. Try
not to kill Jim, okay?

What?

His uncles are all captains.

Guy's a real prick, but
please, promise me

that you will not kill him.

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

Hey, Jimmy. Thanks.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

JIM: Screw you, Billis.

BILLIS: Wow.

Hey, Jimmy! Hold up! Where you headed?

Hollywood. Transfer.

Great. Our cars are up there.
Give us a ride, huh?

Yeah, yeah. Jump in.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

♪♪

[CAR DOORS CLOSE]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[LOCK CLICKS]

Dinner is served.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

♪♪

Good night, Yuna.

Aren't you hungry?

Not right now.

I'm just not feeling well.

[CHUCKLES]

[FORK CLATTERS]

Well...

To your very fine health.

[SLURPS]

Did you know I'm a painter?

Well, I dabble, anyway.

Sit for me.

- I'll paint you.
- What?

If we're not going to eat,
we should work, create,

chase our own divinity.

Here?

Nasty thing.

Still, better safe than sorry
on a night like tonight.

This way.

[DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLICKS]

♪♪

I'm very safe and secure here.

Of course, oil portraiture
isn't my forte.

My focus lies elsewhere.

But I do find it an essential
step, so please, bear with me.

Oh.

You'll need to wear this.

Just this.

You can change behind the curtain.

I don't want to.

[GASPS]

[THUD]

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

Let's not have any more
of that, shall we?

Change.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

♪♪

Is it true?

What Jay said?

Who, the reporter?

Oh, it's Jay now, is it?

My, aren't we chummy?

Jay wouldn't know a single
true thing about me.

You can't compare me to
normal, ordinary men

or expect me to follow their laws.

[CIGARETTE CASE CLICKS]

The surrealists in the
end were cowards.

They lacked the moral strength
to see their philosophy through.

They made pictures of what
they dreamed and desired.

- [CLINK]
- How quaint.

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

I've traveled as far from
them as a star from a worm.

The Marquis de Sade wrote,

"I have no need to
thwart my inclinations

in order to flatter some God.

These instincts were
given to me by nature,

and it would irritate her
were I to resist them.

If she gave me bad ones,

that is because they were
necessary to her designs.

I am in her hands...

but a machine...

which runs as she likes."

Sit.

♪♪

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[CLICKING]

JIM: Hey, jackass!

There's a curfew, and
you're in violation!

Go home!

Man, some people are
just too stupid to live.

[LAUGHS] Yeah, too stupid.

[LAUGHTER]

These idiots smoking
dope and skipping rope

- all the way down here from Avalon.
- [HANDCUFFS CLICK]

[LAUGHTER]

[GRUNTS]

- Aah!
- Ohh!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[HORN BLARING]

[GRUNTING]

[BLARING STOPS]

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[FIRE CRACKLING]

♪♪

[SOBBING] I need to wipe my face.

[SOBBING]

Please, please, don't hurt me.

HODEL: This is your special moment.

Let's not spoil it with hysterics.

Just yet.

♪♪

[SOBBING]

Get up, silly, or something
bad could happen.

[GUN CLICKS]

Fauna!

Don't be a goose.

Get back in your place.

Keep your face up.

Your dreams are more real,
more true than your reality.

But you must remove the veil

society places over all
of us after childhood.

You sure talk a lot of shit.

I went to Corinna
Huntington's Happening.

I know what Corinna would call this.

She'd say it was the
opposite of avant-garde.

She'd say "kitsch."

No one speaks to me like that.

Corinna said "literalism
means you're simple-minded."

What does that say about you?

Corinna's the real artist.
Ain't that something?

She's the one whose name they're
gonna remember in 100 years.

You're nothing.

Another daughter of mine
that no one will believe.

The artists, the ones you call cowards,

they were talking in symbols, dummy.

Jimmy Lee said she didn't need
to understand a song to sing it.

But that ain't true, is it?

You're just like her, making
art without understanding.

Even what you were just saying,
nature made you a machine?

What a bunch of shit.

I'd rather not start so soon.

Aah!

[SCREAMS] Aah!

I'll show you pain,
bigger than anything...

- Aah!
- [GRUNTS]

How dare you.

Aah! Damn it!

You... You can't get away.

Whatever you are, you're
mine, most of all.

Mine more than anything.

Am I your daughter?

George?

[GUN COCKS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BULL GROWLING]

No.

Not yours.

I know who I am.

I'm Jimmy Lee's daughter.
I will never be yours.

We all know what you are, George.

You're a cliché.

Just like a pimp, raping
his own daughter.

It's boring, George.

Pretending simple urges are high art.

You're boring.

[LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS]

♪♪

FAUNA: Jay?

[SHOES CLATTER]

[GUN CLATTERS]

[SOBS]

Are you okay?

I'm all right.

You stay here.

Jay.

[LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BULL ROARS]

[CLATTERING]

JAY: You son of a bitch!

[SHOUTING]

FAUNA: Jay!

[SHOUTING]

Jay, stop!

Aah! You don't get to walk!

[GLASS SHATTERS]

He's gone, Jay.

- Jay. Jay, listen to me.
- I have to get him. I have to get him.

- Listen to me, Jay!
- Where are you?!

Jay, Jay, Jay!

- Jay, look at me.
- I will die to find him.

- Jay.
- I'll die to get him.

- Jay!
- I'll die to get him!

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

You don't have to.

Okay.

Let's go.

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

♪♪

I don't want to tell
your story anymore.

I just want you to get away.

Just walk away and never come back.

You can tell it. I don't mind.

I won't.

I think there's grace for
you, Jay, if you can find it.

Is there?

I gotta leave town.

Send me a postcard.

I'll write you.

Sure.

[INDISTINCT TALKING ON PA]

♪♪

♪♪

You gonna bring your man up in here?

You know I ain't done
my hair in two weeks.

You're still Pretty Jimmy, Mama.

FAUNA: "Dear Jay...

I hope this finds you.

I hope you found a life
somewhere down there.

Things here have changed.

Feels like the more they change,

the more they stay the same.

I feel lost and alone sometimes.

Feel so different than
everyone around me.

Like you feel.

Maybe it's because we
know what monsters are.

We know what makes 'em.

And I know what unmakes 'em.

♪♪

We keep struggling,
making do, and going on,

'cause that's all there is.

When you look in the mirror, Jay,

I hope you can live with what you see.

The devil is something we
all carry in our hearts.

We have to make peace with him, Jay.

We have to find another way.

What you did and didn't
do, that saved me.

You may not believe
it, but it saved me.

People around me are a sunny day,

living their lives wide
open without secrets.

When I look in the mirror,
Jay, I see something else.

Something I don't quite recognize.

But something I chose."

.....