Aquarius (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 13 - Old Ego Is a Too Much Thing - full transcript

Sam:
Previously on aquarius...

When you were born,
your umbilical cord was
wrapped around your neck.

Maybe the hospital's
not such a bad idea, Charlie.

For all I know,
it was your wife's idea

for you to go out
and get guys.

If I were you,
I would avenge her.

Hispanic.
On his lower abdomen,

he had an appendectomy scar.

Sadie: I think my neighbor's
house is being broke 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.

I don't belong here.

My son who's in Vietnam
is not in Vietnam.

Let's talk about a prostitute

that disappeared
seven years ago.

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

If you're so sure
she knows something,

why haven't you...

So I could sell
the last shred of my soul

to keep my son safe.

-Hal, what the...
-I need your help, Ken.

It happened again.

Ken: Tell me...

Where's grace?



Bridge...

She says.

Tell me.

You were there, too.

I've been here on the phone

with the committee chair.

(Breathing heavily)

Charlie's...

Two weeks ago...

I saw you.

Ken: I'm serious, Charlie.

I'll make sure the cop
leaves you alone,

but you do the same.

(Manson laughs)

My Kenny Ken.

Guardian angel.

Hal: Makes sense, actually.

What about any of this
makes sense?

Charlie gives us
what we both need.

He lets us be who we can't.

Isn't that right, Ken?

Manson:
All righty, boys, all clear.

Bring her on out.

Hal: You better be careful.

You know what you're doing?

You don't...

Better make sure
there's nobody out there.

I'm gonna help you out.

Watch it.

Manson, watch the...
Watch the rail.

(Thunder clatter)

I'll help you.
I'll help you, guys.

Hal: Charlie knows,
doesn't he?

About what?

What we crave, both of us.

I don't crave this...

Obsession to... to hurt...

What do you think
your marriage is, Ken?

Huh?

Disappearing for days
to binge on rent boys.

Just tell me
what happened tonight, hal.

Tonight!

That time I saw him again.

That time I saw Charlie again,

before the Nixon fundraiser...

What are you talking about?

It all came back.

Banyin likes to meet 'em,

meet 'em and beat 'em.

I tried, Ken,
I tried for years

to stop myself.

I mean, I... I did.

But these girls
that Charlie finds...

I went to him.
I... I begged him

to find me a girl
who could take it.

He said, "hell, man, I don't
have a girl who could take it.

"I'll find you one
who loves it."

Sadie.

And he was right.

We were perfect.

Ken: So that's who...

Tonight.

No.

No. It wasn't her.

He said today,

for some reason,
she wasn't available.

So he found me another girl.

Meet Janet.

Janet, meet hal.

Hal. I love that name.

She just stopped breathing.

I...

I must have hit an artery
or something.

(Stutters) I got...
The blood...

I didn't know what to do.

Come on, Janet.
Come on, sweetheart, please.

Please, please wake up.
Please.

Somebody help me!

Help me!
Come on, Janet, please.

Kenny, please.

Wait.

The girl tonight,

you left her there?

I came right over.

Emma: Free.

Free.

Free.

Sam: I beg to differ.

Coffee?

Are you old enough for coffee?

I've been hearing things.
Maybe kids shouldn't...

Fried-egg sandwich?

Come on. Eat up.

Nothing says abandon
all hope like cold eggs.

-Pullin' a Gandhi, huh?
-(Door opens)

Well, I'm starved.

Grace: Emma?

Honey, please. Enough.

I want to help.
Tell me how to help you.

My boys, my boys.

Welcome home.

Manson:
Everything's different,

but nothing's changed.

Where is she?

Tell us what you've done
with her, Charlie.

Or what?

(Grunting)

-Easy, tiger.
-Stop!

-Want to play, lawyer man?
-Back up. Back up!

Back up.

What's your move, boys?

(Manson laughs)

Well, come on.

You got all the juice
the world has to offer.

Call dick Nixon. Huh?

Ronnie Reagan?

Well, here's how it is.

I got her.

I'm keeping her.

'Cause she's just
covered in old hal.

Oh, yeah,
blood, fingerprints,

and all kinds of stuff

the cops and das just love.

(Chuckles)

And given the high times
the three of us shared,

I don't think you're
gonna break up

the best and the brightest,
now, are you?

Emma: You're wrong.

I am free.

All evidence to the contrary.

Sam.

I can't be held much longer

unless someone's
pressing charges.

Are they, detective?

Not my case, lucky for you.

So that's a no.

And I'm emancipated.

Thank you for that.

And please,
thank daddy for me.

You're not going back
to that man, are you?

(Sighs) As fast as
I can get there.

No, Emma, baby...

You can't go five minutes
without saying that.

What?

"Baby."

That's the me you want,

the baby who
wore the clothes you picked,

played the games you wanted,

said the things you liked.

Charlie always said
that jail freed his soul.

Yeah, he's a real fount
of wisdom, that one.

He's truth.

Everyone who surrenders
to him becomes love.

Even daddy.

Grace:
I'm not the mother you want?

Well, you're not
the child I want.

You're free.

So am I.

(Light jazz music playing)

Mom said you wanted me
to come over.

Yeah.

I want you to go to a motel
and pay cash.

Don't let anybody know
where you are,

not even me.

Why?

I think I found a way out.

It's not everything
you want...

-Dad...
-...Or they want.

But look, do you really
think that going to prison

is gonna stop a war?

It can't. It won't.

It'll bring attention.
More of us will come forward.

-No. No, no, no.
-Yes.

No, they'll bury it. With you.

No, I don't know
if I can stop any of it.

But just let me
bring you something.

Let me bring you an offer,

and you just see
if you can live with it.

Please?

You are the most stubborn
creature on this earth.

Second.

No, third.

Your mom.

Oh, you have no idea.
(Chuckles)

(Knocking on door)

-Peace, man.
-I'd kill for it.

Don't have to.

It comes in bottles.

100% legal since 1933.

This is my son, Walt.

-Hey. Yeah. Hi.
-Hi.

Sam: Brian shafe,

my associate.

Associate?

I'm on the job.

Undercover.

Wow. Dad, you next?

Nah, I'm too old to hook.

Why do I know your name?

Oh, I'm the one who introduced
you to Robbie Arthur.

Right. Yes.

Sorry, he didn't mention
you were a cop.

Oh, I got to thank him
for that.

Walt: So you were
over there, with him.

Yeah.

Walt:
You in the movement? Here?

No.

If you're a friend
of Robbie's, you...

Shafe: It's hard for me.

I'm not judging,
I don't know what you saw,

what you know, any of it,

but I'm just not there yet.

All right. To...

America.

Whatever that is anymore.

(Music playing)

-Charlie did that to you?
-I fell.

He didn't believe you
when you told him

you had no idea
why I was in jail.

You know who
he's gonna believe?

Me, when I tell him
what you really did.

If you were gonna do it,
you would have done it.

And I would be dead, I guess.

We've loved each other, sadie.

I still love you.
What happened?

-What did I do?
-Nothing.

But... it doesn't have
to be this way with us,
with any of us.

-Yes, it does.
-Why?

Because he doesn't love me.

He's never loved me.

He barely kisses me.

I just want him to love me.

Halpert:
Well, working out the language

and clearing with dod
is gonna take some time.

We need some assurance.

You have my word.

Once we have an agreement,
we don't go public.

Dishonorable discharge
is the best we can do.

And immunity from prosecution

only extends to the documents
we've discussed.

Draw up an agreement,
get it to me.

I'll have Walt sign,

hand over the documents,

we all get peace with honor.

You must have some real juice.

Pulling this off
came from top of the top.

You got naughty photos of
somebody in the white house?

That'd be illegal. I'm a cop.

-Shafe: Everything all right?
-Getting there.

I hope. What's up?

The scar the judge saw,
could it be a wound?

Knife fight?

Latin male with
a criminal record
and a knife wound?

Good luck
narrowing that down.

Shafe: Some other operation.

-Gallbladder?
-Hold on.

So it's a knife wound
on the lower right.

The judge
is looking at him, right?

Perp's left side...

What else could that be?

Well, hernia could be
either side,

but bad news is, they're more
common than appendectomies.

-How much more common?
-Couldn't be more than 1,000.

Charmain,
are we under surveillance?

-Always.
-I think she likes us.

I like your jobs.

-So would you be free to...
-Charmain: Yes.

Manson: How'd you get out?

They had to drop the charges.

It was my path.

And I'm glad, so glad,

because it made me
see the world through
your eyes, Charlie.

We have to forgive each other.

Always. No matter what.

And love each other,

completely, forever.

(Groaning)

Manson: Mary?

You all right there, Mary?

-(Groaning)
-Are you having contractions?

What are you feeling, Mary?

Ah, it's coming.
It's coming. It's coming.

No, no.
It's too early, Charlie.

Mason: Too early for what?

Your family is growing.

Come on.

All right, Latin males
arrested in crenshaw...

Hospitals in crenshaw
operating abdominally
on same...

-(Phone ringing)
-Zero.

-Ditto Wilshire.
-Hodiak.

Walt on phone:
Dad, I need to see you.

What's going on?

Mom's coming, too.

Coming?

To say goodbye.

Oh, Sam. Walt's in there.
You have to do something.

-Halpert: I'll be back here
with a court order.
-Help him

man: Our lawyers
will have one, too.

Guess we all know
what your word is worth,
don't we, detective?

What did you do, Walt?

Morty: He came to see me
with the documents,

which are no longer
in my possession,

then he made the call
to major Halpert,

surrendering.

-Your son's a hero.
-Your son is a traitor.

-History will determine that.
-Halpert: No, sir.

Court-martial will.

Please, just... please.

(Softly) Why?

Everything I know
we're doing over there,

that we're not
supposed to be doing,

that they're lying about,

you have no idea.

Even shafe.

Soldiers need to know
the war we're fighting.

We all do.

Woman: And two, and three. Go.

(Mary screaming)

-Again.
-Again. Again.

(Continues screaming)

There's something wrong.

It's not the head.
It's turned around.

Charlie, Charlie, we have
to get her to a hospital now.

-(Groaning)
-Shh.

Charlie! Charlie!

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

-Mary: I can't do this.
-It's okay. You got this.

Mary: No, no, it's too much.

It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.

-Manson: Come here.
-(Groaning)

When I met you,

I didn't know who I was.

You made me...

(Screaming)

(Indistinct chattering)

(Screaming)

He's here! Oh, boy.

Mary, our boy.

Oh, baby boy.

Ah! He's here.

Oh, baby. Oh, baby.

(Laughing)

He's not crying.

Charlie, he's not crying.

-Charlie.
-What's wrong?

No.

Let me hold him.

Let me hold him.

Let... let me hold him.

-Mary... Mary...
-Let me hold him, Charlie.

Let me hold him!

Let me hold him!

(Sobbing) Let me hold him.

Let me hold...

(Sobbing) I can't...

My baby...

My baby...

Oh, Charlie.

My baby.

This was wrong, Charlie.

It was wrong.

Some things are just
meant to go wrong.

Like me and your daddy.

Way the nickel rolled on that,

I would never have chose that,

but it led me to you,

and you made the family.

And that,
I would never change.

(Siren wailing)

(Babies crying)

(Indistinct p.A.
Announcements)

Shafe: So what happens now?
To Walt?

Sam: I don't know.

I don't know anything about...

Anything, it turns out.

(Phone rings)

I left the...

I left your number
with switchboard.

You mind?

Yeah?

Hey, charmain. I'm just...

What? No, hold on. Hold on.

Slow down.

No, no. He's right here.
We'll check it out.

And thanks, charmain.

That's good work.

Not a single Latin male
in all of L.A. county

fits our criminal
or medical profile.

Which explains
your excitement.

So I had charmain
dig in another direction...

Middle eastern, Italian.

Richard terrio. Age 28.

5'9", 160.

Hernia operation.
St. Joe's six months ago.

Multiple arrests
for sexual assault,

robbery, solicitation.

-Son of a bitch.
-Yeah.

He's our guy.

He's our guy.

On 30.

One, two, three.

26, 27, 28,

29, 30.

(Grunting)

Freeze!

Drop that knife. Drop it!

-Drop it!
-(Knife clatters)

(Grunts)

-You okay?
-I'm fine.

Look. Look at that.

-(Grunting)
-(Door closes)

Sam: Anybody else out there?

Anybody?

Antonio! (Grunts)

(Coughing)

Police! Hands in the air.

Sam: Look who you shot.
Look who you shot!

Right there.
Look who you shot.

He needs an ambulance.

He's not gonna get one
till you drop that gun.

Drop it! Now!

(Gun clatters)

-Richie!
-Stay! Stay there! Stay back!

(Grunts)

(Bones snap)

(Sirens wailing)

Oh, the police.

(Sirens approaching)

You ought to get it
looked at is all.

-I looked at it.
-(Scoffs)

I mean by someone who
actually got an education.

Oh, yeah, I forgot,
when it comes to blood,

you're such a Nance.

How's he?

Sam: Oh, you mean
that commercial

for surgical dressing
over there?

-He'll live.
-Yeah, but will he play ball?

Whatever do you mean?

Sammy, come on. Both dead?

One in cuffs, one in a choke?
(Scoffs)

I hope you both
got the exact same

unlikely but stirring...

Commissioner.

Sir.

Sam: Turns out there were two.

Shafe: Brothers.

Sam: But only one was involved

in the slaying
of the judge's wife.

Shafe: We think both
were guilty for novo, though.

Which would more easily
explain the crucifixion.

Both suspects have to die?

They did. Yes.

Why is that, officer?

Sir, we didn't stab ourselves.

We didn't put the bullets
in terrio or the walls,

-the brother did...
-The answer is no.

Sir.

I used terrio as a decoy.

I wanted him to get shot
by whoever was in that house

if they were armed

because I didn't want us
to get shot.

And the brother?

No, he didn't have to die.

I wanted him to die.

Hmm.

I'm gonna tell you
what's gonna happen now.

You will both be receiving
the medal of valor.

Officer,

due to the undercover nature
of your work,

you'll be receiving yours
behind closed doors,

but you'll get yours
from me...

To the cheers
of a grateful city.

Raymond novo.
A judge's wife.

Innuendo. Ugh!

Filth that would have come up
in this trial.

These weren't homo killings.

They weren't swinger killings.

They were...

Killings.

In Los Angeles,
we close killings.

You closed these.

For good.

(Knocking on door)

Go away!

(Knocking continues)

Not answering.

Grace: Sam?

-Hi.
-Hi.

I saw in the paper.
They arrested your son.

-Mmm-hmm.
-God, Sam, I'm...

Look, just forget everything.

Please, if you
need anything...

Money for his defense or...

No.

Thank you, but I'm fine.

Well, I'd like to do
something right

for someone.

Me too.

Then...

Let's try.

I'm sick of lying

about what I am,

who I love.

Charmain.

Thanks again for your help.

It might not be a medal,

but I'm gonna bake you
one hell of a cake.

Anything else
you need help with?

I am very available.

Guapo, the funeral home.

We need a list of every...

No, I already made a list.

Three funeral homes
in the county

could be a potential match
for the hearse.

All right,
give me the list

and I'll see if
I can't connect them to guapo.

I checked.
No paper connection.

You know, I could
dress up as a grieving
daughter, pretend...

And what? Poke around?

See if you find the drugs?

Don't be ridiculous.

Look, you want everything
at once, right this second.

I know the feeling. Okay?

But trust me, fight it.

You'll get stabbed less.

Just give me the list,

and I'll go over it
while I'm baking your cake.

Okay.

Mary, please, you have to eat.

Sadie.

What's going on?

Whose is it?

It's ours.

But how?

Where'd it come from?

From God.

My holy father.

He taketh

and giveth.

(Baby crying)

-Tonight the big night?
-Hope so.

Or I wore my girdle
for no reason.

Heard you got yours
in lieu's office.

Yep.

Is it heavy?
Looks heavy.

Lot of ribbon.

Not... I don't know.
Yeah, it's nice.

Just maybe a little corny?

I like corny.

But you don't.

No.

You know, you don't have
to do the job the way I do it.

In fact, you shouldn't.

You're doing fine.

Thanks.

(Sighs)

This is it, by the way.

What's that?

As nice as I get.
This is the apex.

-This?
-Yeah.

-Wow.
-Whoop! Moment passed.

Back to normal.

We need to make
some decisions.

No, the office is too...

We're too exposed there.

Hal,

we both know
what we need to do.

Let's not say it on the phone.

Mary,

his skin is like
the first breath of the world.

(Baby cooing)

Tell me I'm wrong.

Fate.

Oh, fate.

You cruel, beautiful thing.

I give you my heart.

My whole heart.

(Baby crying)

-I'm gonna drive you.
-No, come on.

-No, you're in no shape.
-No, I'm fine.

You're in no shape.

You don't know
how to drive this car.

Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

We haven't talked
about Charlie.

Sure we have.

We did?

I don't remember.

Oh, yeah.

It's all decided.

Charmain: Shafe,
I've got good news.

Shafe: (Over phone)
Charmain, what did you do?

Charmain: All I did was pose
as a grieving sister.

I told them my brother
had just died over there

and said I'd heard
they were particularly good

with deceased veterans.

He said,
yes, that was true,

but things were
very busy right now,

and he wasn't sure
if he could help me.

Also, the license plate number
for the hearse

that the dancer
gave us is a match.

You do recall being told
not to do what you just did?

Charmain:
Yes, I do, sir.

You know every time
you call me "sir,"

I know that
it's code for "ass."

I was not aware of that, sir.

All right, just give me
the full license plate
on the hearse.

Roy: Sugar clam.

What are you doing here?

Charmain.

Roy: (On phone)
I said, sugar clam,

what are you doing here?

(Thunder rumbling)

(Grunts)
All right, put her down.

(Thunder rumbling)

Hal: Please.

Please.

Please.

(Muttering)

(Moaning softly)

She's alive.

All right, here.

Well, he ain't gonna.

You do it, Charlie.

She's one of my girls.

Wouldn't be right.

But she can name you...

Hal.

She knows your secrets.

She knows your secrets, Ken.

Before you even
get started in life...

(Gasping)

(Slurring) Jeez, Kenny.

What are you...

Please,

tell me I'm dreaming.

What did you put
in my drink anyway?

I guarantee you,
it wasn't enough.

You can't.

You can't.

I already have.

No, Kenny.

Buddy, you can't...

No!

No. No!

(Grunting)

No! (Grunting)

No! No! No!

(Grunting)

Ahhh! No!

(Gunshots)

Charmain!

Charmain!

(Dial tone echoing)

Garrick:
Leadership, bravery,

and common sense.

When a man takes that oath

and puts on that shield,

these are the qualities
one must hope he has.

But some among us have
more than their fair share

of such qualities.

They lead by valorous example.

(All humming)

(Shushing)

Everything that lives

dies.

But even
the briefest spark shines.

Our first child

will light our hearts
into the future,

a future that belongs to him.

His is the purest living soul
among us,

a sacred black canvas
of innocence,

who we christen this night

Valentine

Michael

manson.

-(Baby crying)
-Shh.

(Sniffles)

We will color his soul
with everything we know,

everything we are.

We will be his only teachers,

and one day... (Chuckles)

We will be his students.

The medal of valor
is given to those officers

who embody
the finest qualities

of the Los Angeles
police department.

Tonight, we award it

to detective
samson benedictus hodiak.

(Applause)

Manson: And with him,

we will lead the world

to a bright,
beautiful light...

Of a new age.

(Applause)

Excuse me.

Detective, I just want to say
congratulations.

Thank you.

I'm Ron kellaher.
I'm with internal affairs.

There was a witness,

so I'm gonna need
to speak to you tomorrow.

(Applause continues)