Aquarius (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Hunter Gets Captured by the Game - full transcript

Sam:
Previously on aquarius...

-I'm Charlie manson.
-How do you know my name?

Grace: My daughter, Emma,
she's gone.

If you can keep it quiet,
there are people who'd
appreciate it.

Get my little girl back.

What, are you afraid
of the cops?

Relax.
I want him, not you.

That shafe kid.

You volunteering to give him
the buzz cut?

So wait. I report to you?

Look, I didn't crack
some secret hippie code



to tell you what
they're really saying.

Name manson ring a bell?

Your husband was his lawyer.

I don't think this is about
manson and your daughter.

It's about manson
and your husband.

-She's sweet,
that little Emma.
-(Sighs)

(Both grunt)

Don't.

Grace: I don't understand how.

-How?
-A knife, how.

And you fought him? Why?

I'm not gonna let some little
spic get (Stammering)
My watch, my wallet,

Sam: How'd you
fight him off?

The briefcase.



What?

Just thought there might be
scratch marks
from the struggle.

What happened to your pants?

Is there a reason
you're here, detective?

He knows who Emma's with.

All right.

Just tell me where.
I'll go pick her up.

Name Charles manson
ring a bell?

-No.
-You sure?

Well, that's... I knew him
years ago, but what does
this have to do...

Emma's with him.

What? Why?

-He's your client.
-Ex-client.

Has he contacted you?

Grace, what the hell is this?

-Just tell us everything.
-Us?

You can go, detective.

I have the commissioner's
home number on my desk,
right next to the mayor's.

We can sure do this.

-Ken's secretary,
you like her?
-No.

-She a little afraid of you?
-More than a little,
I hope. Why?

Ask her for a favor.
And don't tell Ken.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Acoustic guitar playing)

I was just
in the kitchen, Charlie.

Um...

Did you know
there's nothing to eat?

Like, not a crumb.

Come here, little thing.

Sit.

I know your hunger's real.

So's mine.

So's everybody's.

But you know
what's bigger than that?

Your power.

Look.

Sadie and Katie are using
their power to work
on the dream.

You know what
the dream is, right?

Of course.

Your music.

So tell me, what are you
doing for the dream?

I...

Haven't thought
of anything.

Come look.

Can you see me
on the cover of one of these?

Dressed like this?

I'm gonna meet
record producers,
the best in the biz.

And are they gonna
look at Charlie and go,
"bigger than the Beatles"?

You don't even know how
important you are to all this.

But you're gonna
figure it out.

-When was the last time
manson checked in?
-Bruce: Oh, about a month.

I need you to be just a
little bit more specific.

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay.

Uh... (Clears throat)

-Hold on.
-Yeah.

Yeah, I wanted to pick up
where we left off
with gladner.

It's bad vibes, man.
People saying you're the fuzz.

Now, why would anyone
think that?

Streets got
their own thing, my man.

There's...

(Grunts)

Crazy whispers in
the concrete.

# crazy whispers
in the concrete #

(coughs)

Hey, do you think that
that would be a good
song title?

-I'm coming over.
-Wait, what?

And if I have to look for you,

I'm gonna teach you a whole
new song about concrete.

Shafe.

You were supposed to get me
an update yesterday.

Yeah, uh, sorry,
I got distracted
with that, uh,

off-the-books thing
we're doing.

Yeah, well, you want
to play the big top, you
got to learn to juggle.

Hey, sorry, got it, uh...
Well, supposed to be
October 11th,

but failed to check in.

Half case of I.W. Harpers
coming your way, but I
need a current address.

Why don't you check
with known associates,

and how about that
Beverly hills lawyer of his,
Ken karn?

-You got it.
-Bottoms up,
you Irish bastard.

(Clicks)

-This a bad time for a favor?
-Depends.
You offering or asking?

-My snitch, vickery?
-Guitar man.

That's right. Uh, well,
turns out he's been blabbing
about my secret identity.

So you get the play, right?

It only works if you're you.

But on purpose, like,
1,000-yard stare,
psycho-cop scary.

You want to see scary,
keep your foot
right where it is.

(Police radio static)

Dispatcher: All units, uh,
187 at 8856 39th street,
South central.

Victim is white female.

-White? That neighborhood?
-Six-William-nine en route.

-10-4, six-William-nine.
-(Siren wails)

Whoa, whoa, we got
to meet vickery at
10:00 sharp.

Keep a snitch waiting,
it'll make his heart
grow fonder.

(Police radio chatter)

Man: I told you,
get inside the house!

Officer: Husband found her,
called it in.

We got here and found her
around 9:00 am.

Joyce nankin, 62.

Appears to be
blunt force to the head.

-Where were you before you
came home, Mr. nankin?
-The studio.

-Oh, you're an artist?
-Dance instructor.

Oh. So you were teaching
at the...

No. No.

It's closed.

-Wednesdays in general or...
-Closed. Completely.

So what were you doing there?

Cleaning up, packing.

Alone?

Yes.

(Clears throat)
Mr. nankin, have you...
Have you had any trouble

in the neighborhood?

No problems. Except
we woke up one day in Africa,

with their music and their
sounds and their stink.

Lovely, all of it,
'cause business is booming.

I mean, who wouldn't want
to drive down here to...

To darkest monkey-ville and
learn how to do the box step?

And you people,
you were so, so good
when my car was broken into

and when I got mugged.

You almost got down here
the day that we called you.

And we thank you.

My wife

and I,

we thank you.

Manson: We got no bread.

You know what I need.

Make it happen.

(Manson sighs)

This is your moment.

You dive into your own
beautiful future

or fall right back into
mommy and daddy.

(Car door opens)

Ken: He's crazier than ever.

(Car door closes)

-What else did he say?
-Ken: Besides the fact
that he has my daughter?

You never should have
gone to a cop, Ken.

-Grace was out of her...
-This cop and grace, that's
the problem, Ken.

Charlie we can deal with.

Charlie's an ant.

All right, he wants to meet
somebody in the music
business?

Whatever. You make it happen.

-He has to give my girl back.
-All right, first you make
Charlie happy,

then you get this
cop to step off.

Look at me.

I'm not the only one
manson can hurt.

We can't afford this, Kenny.

Not right now.

(Sighs)

How does this afternoon look?

-This afternoon?
-The fundraiser.

-Oh, my God.
-Get it together, Kenny.

-This is a ball
we do not drop.
-(Knocking)

Mr. karn, I know you
said no interruptions, but
there's an urgent call

from Mr. Bruce tamminy
from the San Pedro
parole office.

He says it's regarding
your client Charles manson.

Yeah, put him through, sheryl.
I'll take care of it.

Bruce. (Chuckles)

-Mr. karn.
-Yeah, no, Ken's out of the
office right now, Bruce,

but, uh, I wanted
to make sure I spoke
to you immediately

about your Mr. manson.

(Siren wails)

(Motorcycle revs)

(Siren stops)

(Pop music playing
on the radio)

Officer: Hey!
Man: Well, hey, man!

What did I tell you?

Told you to stay away
from the front of the store.

-Get out.
Get out into the street.
-Woman: Relax!

Man: Just relax, man.
Officer: Put your
cigarette out.

Thank you.

Officer: Shut your mouth.
Man: Come on.

Officer: You're going
to jail today.

What I told you.

Move on.

-Hey!
-(Gasps)

Unbelievable.

-You kids just come in here...
-Ow! Stop!

And grab whatever you want
all the time.

(Grunts) Let go of me. Let go!

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Stop, no cops, come on.

Ow! Stop it!

Stop!

-Let go of me.
-Shut up.

You're hurting me.

Aw, baby-jam.

What are you doing?
What's she doing?

-Going to jail is what.
-No.

-Got to bite the hand
that frees you.
-What?

Bite the hand that frees you.

(Grunts)

Bitch!

(Motorcycle revs)

Hey!

Officer! Hey!

(Both grunt)

(Upbeat pop music playing)

-How, um, how'd you...
-You think being
pretty's enough?

You think being a sweet slice
of pie gets you a ticket
to the show?

You like your mommy?

You want to be just like her?

Arctic, dried-up, gin-cured,
slit trench?

-(Stammering) No.
-Do what needs to be done,
and stop making it about you.

-Did he... did he call
the cops on us?
-Don't worry about him.

(Engine starts)

He didn't see a damn thing.

(Upbeat pop music playing)

(Groaning)

Sam: We'll just be...
We'll just be
a couple minutes.

If you want to just
have a seat.

Hodiak.

Husband has brain cancer.

Nothing they can do but
dope him up till it gets him.

(Sighs)

(Sets down bottle)

-Can you do that?
-I don't know, can I?

-What is it?
-It's a birthday card.

Shafe: So you make the
husband as the doer?
Hodiak: I do indeed.

(Engine stops)

Not seeing a whole lot
of evidence.

Well, domestic homicide,
you usually don't.

It's usually he said/she dead.

-So what are we doing here?
-Best milkshake in town.

We're stepping off the
suspect for a milkshake?

No, we're gonna let him
stew a little bit,

give him some alone time
with his conscience.

Legs spread.
Hands on the wall.

And why in the hell
should I do that?

I'm lonely.
You're my best shot.

-You got to buy me
dinner first.
-I don't eat with you people.

(Laughs)

It's my first beat.

1947.

-(Phone rings)
-Change much?

I think the coffee's from '47.

That hasn't changed.

Sam, phone.

(Reporter speaking on TV)

Hodiak.

Newscaster:
...Marched across the potomac
and amassed at the Pentagon,

resulting in
a full-scale riot.

I had charmain check.
The nankins have been the
victims of crime zero times.

So that lie was
incredibly stupid.

Most murders, you're not
exactly dealing with
goldfinger.

Sam: Very sorry, Leo.
My aunt had
the exact same thing.

The pills just
killed her appetite.

Except for one thing.

Vanilla milkshake.

Shafe: How are you today?

You mind if I ask
you a few questions?

(Scoffs)

Nothing too heavy. Just a few.

She was a real looker,
your missus.

Mgm dancer in the '30s?
Big deal back in the day.

I think I saw her
with Fred Astaire.

You in the movies too, Leo?

-No. No, I didn't
get that far.
-Why not?

Just not good enough.

Ah, not good enough.

Bet you heard that a few
times, huh, Leo?

Lee: You sure you're a cop?

Oh. I just need a trim.

Or you're a narc.

(Chuckles)

Anyway, uh,
between 7:15 and 8:15,

Mr. nankin's car
was in the driveway.

And you saw him,
7:30, 7:45 right out front?

-He was on his porch, smoking.
-Did you say good morning?

He never so much
looked me in the eye,
me or my family.

And that wife of his,
God rest but...

She didn't have
a Christian bone in her body.

Afternoon, Ms. Lee.
May we speak with you?

Uh, in a second, guys.
We're just in the middle of...

We know what you're doing,
officer, and it's now over.

-Go inside, baby.
-We're investigating
a murder here.

Ma'am...

Excuse me.

Couldn't have been easy
for a woman like that to age,
married to a younger guy.

Thing is, Leo, you never
called the cops.

The only calls to the police
involving you and your wife
were from your neighbors...

-(Stammering) No...
-...About you and
your wife. Fighting.

I took a look at the report.

The names she called you.

"Talentless.

"Leech.

"Pansy."

Then you get sick.

I can't imagine that
turned her into
Florence nightingale

all of a sudden.

Leo, I'm married. I get it.

Any man would.

Then with the pills,
you're just not yourself.

How's that milkshake?

This neighborhood has grieved
over 27 murders this year.

All black.

How many of those were
solved, officer?

-(Sighs) Not enough.
-Not one.

You are an occupying force.

Until you withdraw,
we will not help you.

-All right.
-Sam: Nation of what?

-Islam.
-For Pete's sake.

Look, we got a
lying-ass, doped-up,
dying dancer in a wig.

No physical evidence
and now no witnesses.

I'm not seeing
a quick close to this,

and we're seriously late
for my snitch.

Mmm.

How about the guy
without the hat?

You got a name on him?

Bunchy Carter.

All right, follow my lead.

Leo, we're about to make
an arrest in your
wife's murder.

I'm sorry about everything.

I really am.

Hiya, bunchy.

-It's Mr. Carter.
-Mmm.

You're under arrest.

-Get out of my face.
-You're under arrest.

-Come on, you know the moves.
-Get out of my face.

-Hey, stand down. Stand down.
-(Onlookers shouting)

Everyone stand down
and bear witness.

-Come on, you know
the moves.
-It's hodiak, right?

-Oh, yes, it's nice to
be remembered.
-Is there an actual charge?

Actually, yeah, there is,
Mr. Carter.

Woman: Let him go!

Come on, man,
why would I rat you out?

-Who'd you tell?
-No one.

-Who'd you tell I'm a cop?
-No one!

I swear to God, man!

Art gladner.

-Carter: This is bull!
-You said it, brother.

-Honky, suck my pipe.
-Man, we've got a
common struggle.

-We got a common nothing.
-Yeah, you do.
You're both gonna shut up.

Man on radio: Congress
expressed its desire yesterday
to halt bombing in Vietnam.

Secretary of state Dean rusk
said that without bombing...

This is a legalized
death sentence
for the black man.

-Mmm-hmm.
-Shafe: Yeah?

What about the white soldiers?

What white soldiers?

All you got is white officers
making sure the yellow man
and the black man

wipe each other out.

-Okay.
-It's genocide.

Did you serve, bunchy?

Do I look like some
smiley new lawn jockey
waiting to take orders?

173rd.

And you look like
an empty mouth.

What?

Nothing.

(Car door closes)

Don't go anywhere.

I know you know.

Walk with me.

-My lawyer.
-What, you don't shake hands?

-Hey, ow, ow, ow.
-You and me, we're gonna
sit in your front window,

and I'm gonna meet
all your customers.

-You can't do that.
-I can't?

I did it all the time
when I did narco.

I watched guys like you
just dry up and blow away.

What do you want?

First, you two walk back
whatever you said about me
to whoever you said it to.

Next, the guy above you,

the guy above him,

the guy above that.

(Grunting)

I want a deal

in writing.

-You want a deal?
-Yeah.

Oh!

-(Striking)
-(Groaning)

You want it in writing?

Here.

How's that?

(Acoustic guitar playing)

# look at your game, girl

# look at your game #

ah, it's...
Something like that.

But I got something
that's a bit more like...

(Up-tempo strumming)

No, no, no, no.
I dig your stuff.

I can't quite connect it
to old Kenny cufflinks
lawyer, man,

but, uh...

What you need to do
is get a demo.

-Cool.
-(Strumming)

Cool, cool. What's a demo?

(Pop music playing)

Detective hodiak, please.

Well, do you know
when he's expected?

Thank you. Um, no.

No, I'll call back.

-Grace, where's the cointreau?
-Um...

The bartender's out.

-Coming.
-(Click)

Hey, fellas.
Hello, how are you?

(Camera shutter clicking)

Nixon, Reagan,
I dig those dudes.

You can't be here.

Hey, I'm not here
to hassle you, man.

Emma told me
today was a big shindig.

I just thought I'd swing by
and tell you that I owe you.

Sincerely.

Matty gladberg is
the mountaintop.

This ends now.

I gave you what you want.

-I gave you
more than that once upon...
-Give her back.

(Manson chuckles)

Keep it light,
or some ugly-ass genies
will come out of the bottle

for all to see.

Ah.

Borrow your pen, my man?

(Clears throat)

I need two grand.

What?

For my demo.

Matty gladberg said
a good one's, like, a grand,
but we want mine to be great.

Don't we?

So... bring it here.

You'd make my year.

(Progressive rock music
playing on the radio)

Oh, my God.

Where did you find this stuff?

It was all going to waste.

Any grocery store, out back,
if it's a day past the date,

they throw away enough to feed
the entire world
a hundred times over.

Look at all this stuff.

Do you like cherries?

I love cherries.

You're my cherry.

Ladies, say good-bye
to sweet, shy, little Emma,

and meet smart, sweet, sassy,
and tart cherry-pop.

-Whoo!
-Cherry-pop, love it.

-Whoo!
-Love it.

Cherry-pop.

(Cool jazz playing)

(Thud)

Walt?

Hi, dad.

Does your mother know?

I barely knew myself.

So...

This is the new place.

Mmm.

Homey.

Hmm.

Still playing.

-Never good enough to play.
-Yeah, you are. You just...

You never wanted
anybody to know.

-How come?
-I thought you were
in country.

I was.

I am.

-How'd you get leave
to come back?
-New policy.

It's a little different
from my day.

Lots of things are.

Sam: Sixty-one unsolved
crimes in your neighborhood
last year.

Carter: You think
framing me is that easy?

Slauson street gang
most of your life.

Spent four years in soledad.

First shot at you,
every racist da in the county

would buy me dinner
and throw in rams tickets.

I'll pray for your soul,
sue your ass into the dirt,

and wait for the day
I can beat it bloody.

Whoo.

Allah'd be proud.

So would lady justice.

That's a good one.

I don't know why
you got to make it personal.

You know? Leo.

All right, so...
So you want me

to identify the guy?

-'Cause I told you
that I was at the studio...
-Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo.

You know why you're here.

On some level, you got to be
a little relieved, right?

All right, all right.
You know what? I knew it.

Here's the thing
about murder, Leo.

You deny it, get arrested,
get charged, found guilty,

make us spend all that time
and money, you fry.

When you and I both know that

you'll barely make it
past the charge part.

Doctors gave you what?

Six months? Six months?

No da wants to walk you
into a courtroom.

I called my lawyer.

-And he's gonna be here.
He's gonna be here anytime.
-Okay.

He was my wife's lawyer
back in the day, yeah.

Oh, wow. I know him?

(Laughs) Robert rollins.

-Oh, he's a big gun, yeah.
-That's right.

And he loved joycie, so I'm
not saying anything. Nothing.

Charmain? Can I talk to you
for a minute?

I'm saying nothing, nothing.

That's good, Leo.
You did a good thing.

-A very, very good thing.
-Mmm-hmm.

You just sit tight
right there,

and, uh, I'm gonna walk
and talk to your neighbor
Mrs. Lee

and get a sworn statement
from her that you were home.

Then I'm gonna talk
to that young man over there,

who says he heard your wife
scream shortly
before 8:00 A.M.

-Oh.
-Yeah, he was right
outside your door

passing out those leaflets.

No, no, no.

-You arrested him, all right?
-Bye-bye, alibi, Leo.

He's not helping you.
He's not helping you.

No, he's not the
most willing witness ever.

I had to do
a little convincing.

-(Door opens)
-Charmain.

The lawyer for
a Mr. Leo nankin
is gonna be coming.

-Robert rollins.
-Rollins, rollins.

Yeah, I want you to make sure
that he gets here right away.

Thank you.

Okay, Leo.

What I finally got
is an actual case,
which I do not want.

But I also don't want another
open homicide on my desk.

I will give you
my word of honor that you

will never see the inside
of a jail or a court.

-Can I talk to you?
-No.

-Outside.
-No.

Outside, just a second.

Leo, you know
how much you hate
the coloreds?

-I need to talk to you.
-Well, not half as much
as they hate you.

And they can burn you today.

Hodiak, I need to talk to you.

But you confess,
and you get to go home.

No, I need to talk to you
right now, outside.

Thank you.

Look...

(Knocking)
Are you serious?

(Jiggles doorknob)
Open the door, hodiak.

(Banging)

Hodiak!

-Open...
-Charmain.

Let's go. Women's booking.

-No, I...
-Come on.

Hey.

-You know what's up, right?
-Huh?

When the guy's lawyer
gets here,

you tell him there's
some confusion,

that his client is not
in observation,

he's at the other side
of the building.

-In booking, you say.
-Hey! (Clapping)

Come on, let's go.

-Okay.
-You know what? Yeah, I...

-You got it?
-I'd be happy to, yes.

My lawyer's gonna be
here in just a moment, second.

As soon as he does,
you're gonna spend the rest

of what's left of your life
in jail.

You want that?

I don't.

Excuse me,
I'm looking for my client,

Leo nankins.

Do I look like I work here?

It's a birthday card.

Open it.

Margot fonteyn's coming
to town in a month.

Your wife got you two tickets.

You're a big ballet fan,
right?

(Sobbing) Yeah.

Yeah, she knew this was
an important birthday.

That's the thing
about wives, Leo.

They're never
the worst thing they say

or the best thing they do,
and neither are we.

Okay, all right.

Okay, come on, Leo.

Now it's time
to write it all down.

You owe it to her.

(Leo crying)

-Did you sign?
-Yes.

Thank you.

You're under arrest.

Hands behind your back.

What? What?

-Ow.
-Yeah.

Thing is, Leo,

cops can lie,
but we can't make deals.

-No, you promised.
-And wives can be
a lot of things,

but we don't get to
beat them to death.

Come on.

-I'm gonna tell.
-Where is that thing?

All right? I'm gonna tell.

I'm gonna tell my lawyers
what you did.

Yeah, you do that.

You take it all the way
to the supreme court.

Speaking of which,
you have the right
to remain silent.

(Sighs)

-Oh. Indian giver.
-Yeah.

(Sighs)

Anything you say can
be used against you in court.

You have the right
to talk to a lawyer.

Bunchy, your deep
understandable hatred

of the nankins
has helped put mister
sadly where he belongs.

So... thank you?

No. Thank you.

You're either asking me
to join the nation of islam

or telling me to dress better.

One of the nation's
objectives is for all negroes

to leave the
united slave states

and repopulate
our native Africa.

But when you imprison me
without reason...

-Without reason?
-...To achieve your objective

despite the suffering
you inflicted on me...

You were interfering
with a police investigation.

I see now that
my true path lies

not in flight from
this country...

Oh, bunchy, I've known you
since you were 11 years old.

My true path lies
in changing this country

because I'm not a pacifist.

No, you're a crook
in a new costume.

You are a living lie.

I am the truth who
will burn your world
to the ground.

Does this mean
I really get to keep the tie?

Watch your back, hodiak.

Jimmy c.

Is it my turn in the box?

Are you gonna, what,
sweat me for an apology?

This is how it goes.
When I am closing a case,

you never, ever do that again!

Closing a case?
Is that what you call that?

-The guy did it!
-The guy had rights!

-Not today.
-Back up.

-What?
-Back up.

You think all you did
was lean on a perp?

When you haul in
an innocent man...

Bunchy?

On some trumped-up
obstruction beef

you know
he had nothing to do with...

Child, he didn't know that.

He's just a dumb spade
to you, right?

-Oh...
-Yeah, doesn't know nothing
about nothing.

-Grow up.
-Easiest target in the world.

I was shaking him loose.

You hold him overnight.

You dump a crime spree on him
he had nothing to do with.

Would you pull any of that
if he were white?

Would I pound
the fear of God into some mope

I needed to bend
if he was white?

Yes.

I did, for you.

(Chuckles)

If you think
those things are the same,

maybe we can't do this,
you and me.

And you helped me out,

and I want to help you
find that girl,

but I will not do the job
the way you do.

You don't even know
what the job is.

You know what?

Give me a ride home.

Excuse me?

We get through this
or past it.

You know, like,
literally half the time,

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, hey, Howard.

I'm good. You?

Huh?

Come on.

She did?

Seriously?

Well, the ladies, huh?
What are you gonna do?

Him I like.

-Kristin: And the baby
does this...
-Hey.

Hey, honey.
Have a nice chat with Howard?

Always.

Hi.

You're home early.

Mwah.

Yeah, this is hodiak.

Uh, we work together.

-Sam.
-Kristin.

Nice to meet you.

And then who is this?

Bernadette.

Bernadette? My favorite Saint.

Well, I'm not too sure
that's her career path.

-Mmm-mmm.
-(Laughs)

(Bernadette cooing)

Yes.

-Subtle.
-(Door closes)

Don't lead a subtle life.
Thought you ought to know.

I don't unless we are going to
keep on looking for Emma.

Then I guess you do.

(Car door opens)

Cutler: So, Sam,
this thing with Walt.

I talked to my brother-in-law
at Pendleton.

The thing I don't get is
how he just got out.

I mean,
my brother-in-law said,

"the only way you ever
get sent stateside is

"if one of your parents
is dying."

And, I mean, it takes
letters and doctors and all...

(Exhales)

Sam: Opal.

Officer.

You sent the letter, didn't
you? To get him back.

Said you were what?

Sick? Dying?

Which one of your barfly
friends did you get to
play the doctor?

(Glass shatters)

Our son is awol
from a combat zone.

He's a deserter.
He could go to prison.

You too.

You're in a real
pickle there, officer.

You gonna turn me in?

No. You're gonna do
what's right.

You're gonna turn him in.

I won't have to.

They'll come for him.

You have no idea
what you've done.

Walt?

So his secretary said

Ken had gotten nine phone
calls from manson.

She said, as far as she knows,
Ken never returned.

But he got the messages.

Sam: Hmm.

Well, here's the log,
just dates and times.

I'm having so much trouble
understanding this,

why Ken is...

(Laughs)

-This isn't...
-Sam hodiak wears glasses.

-I don't know
what you're talking about.
-No? Mmm.

-Invisible.
-(Chuckles)

Okay.

What about Ken?

I don't remember the last time
I understood him.

He's a sphinx.

I can tell you
exactly what he'll say
in any given situation,

what music he'll like,
tie he'll pick,
candidate he will vote for.

(Chuckles)

But I've never had any idea
what he was thinking ever.

Why did you marry him?

Hot summer.

You were long gone.

My dad liked him.

So, not strong reasons.

I got pregnant.

-That's a good reason.
-(Laughs)

So what about you?

Why did you marry, you know...

-Opal?
-Yeah.

-Opal.
-Why did you marry her?

(Laughs) I can't remember.
I can't remember.

I can't remember.

Are you sure
I can't get you a drink?

(Sighs)

Pretty sure.

You don't drink anymore,
do you?

Drinking, I don't tend
to make the best decisions.

(Door closes)

Half.

I get my girl out of here,
you get the other half.

And hal knows I'm here.

You do anything, anything,
and it's over for you.

You hear me?

Anything?

Shit, Ken...

We're not enemies.

We never were.

You're the one who forgot.

You're the one who, when
I called and called and
called, wouldn't answer.

Charlie?

(Chuckles)

Charlie?

Come back later, cherry-pop.

I'm busy.

(Knob turns)

You do as I say now.

It's all right, Ken.

It's all right.

Be free.

Do you remember
how free we were?

I showed you
you could finally be
who you were.

So sweet,
those nights of ours.

So sweet, my Kenny-Ken.