Aquarius (2015–2016): Season 2, Episode 5 - Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey - full transcript
Previously on Aquarius...
You're at pinnacle,
Sam, but you know what?
A pinnacle means there's only
one way to go, and that's down.
I thought getting a medal
was gonna be a lot more fun.
Oh, my goodness. Sam?
- Lillian?
- This is crazy.
We were just talking about him,
weren't we, honey?
Hey, you Charlie? I'm Dennis.
I am everyone and everyone is me.
Man, Charlie.
You got to be the most tuned-in dude
that I have ever met.
Finally off the phone?
Good, I can't stand to look
at your face, you damn fool.
Go on! Get out!
Gonna sell my products,
better sample it first.
I don't use.
I don't trust a salesman
who won't sample
what he's selling.
They dropped the charges for treason.
They could give me
life just for deserting.
You know what they're
doing to our boy, Sam?
23 hours a day, he's
alone in a 6x9 cell.
Ah! He's alone!
Nobody speaks to him. No
one's talking to him.
Nobody is holding him, Sam!
Go check the guesthouse.
Kill whoever's inside.
♪ Watching the ships roll in ♪
♪ And then I'll watch
them roll away again ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I'm sitting on the dock of the bay ♪
♪ Watching the tide roll away ♪
♪ Ooh, I'm... ♪
Where have you been hiding that voice?
Hey, be nice to little ole Cherry.
I'm not joking.
Charlie, I thought you were the only one
in the family that could sing.
You mind?
Not at all, Charlie.
You're warm.
I think I have a fever.
Then call in sick.
Go see Doctor Travers.
I can't.
I got a thing.
Oh, mister important policeman.
Job's not worth doing if you
can't slowly kill yourself
while you're doing it.
My mom's coming
over, and I don't want her
seeing you sleeping on the couch.
I don't want to be on the damn couch.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You remember the day we met,
the day I got back from deployment?
You were waiting for your brother
when we got off the plane.
You were sick as a dog.
And you... and you took care of me.
Huh?
Like always.
Didn't even know me.
Krissy...
I don't know, it's probably the flu.
I love you, Bri.
Go to work if you're gonna go.
Make the world better
for some white people.
Walt.
Hi, Mom...
Dad.
Man, I didn't think that they
were gonna let you see me.
They won't let me see anybody.
They're holding you in
solitary till sentencing.
What were you thinking?
- Sam...
- Starting a riot.
It wasn't a riot.
It was a sit-in.
A sit in for what?
To protest the illegal
actions in Cambodia...
Right, right, right, right.
Most of the guys in
here, they're running, Dad,
they don't even know from what.
Walt, buddy, I know you're
doing what you believe in,
but you got to try to
stop making it worse.
You said you had
leverage with the drug case.
DOD wants the story buried,
but the "Times" already has it.
The Army won't negotiate
for something we're in...
no position to give them.
He's our baby.
We can't leave him in there.
What they're accusing him of, he did.
There's nothing to be done.
There's always something.
Get him in there.
Shh. Here he comes.
Hey, look at this guy.
Bring down one international drug ring,
you think you can roll
in ten minutes late?
- Can I talk to you?
- Yeah.
And I got something for you.
We finished mopping up the leftovers
on the Welles case, right?
And...
look, you hate me.
And you're using Charmain as a janitor.
The Red Squad's
looking for new undercovers.
- I thought maybe...
- You want a promotion?
You already got one.
LAPD Dress Code. That's nice.
That outfit, that haircut, that beard,
none of it's regulation for a detective.
Shafe?
Hodiak's looking for
you in the locker room.
Thanks, Conway.
Dismissed.
Hodiak?
Hodiak?
What the hell?
Detective.
Oh, you're funny.
You're hilarious.
Bring him down there.
Get off me.
Get off!
Get off me!
Hey!
What are you knuckleheads doing?
Saving him a trip to the barber.
Come on, Cut. Give me the clippers.
Thank you.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Hold him down.
What?
Sam, that's not funny.
Not to you, maybe.
That's not funny!
Trust me, I'm a professional.
Aah! You sons of bitches!
- Look at my hair, buddy.
- Ah! Come on!
It's not polite to stare.
It's just, who knew you had a chin?
If you're wondering when
that's gonna get funny,
it's never.
Hey, does your dad know that
you're not in school today?
Thank you.
Vic's name is Edwin Kimball.
His wife found him.
She's waiting out back.
It was a gunshot wound to the head,
right side.
Gun's next to his
right hand, fired once.
It looks like a suicide to me.
There a note?
No, but..
But, but what?
Who kills themselves in a hallway?
You all right?
Yup, just... headache.
Hmm.
Let's go talk to the wife.
A month ago, we were eating
out of grocery store dumpsters.
I'm sure this place has a dumpster,
if you miss it.
When Charlie makes it,
then we'll be
living like this every day.
Look, you know I dig Charlie,
but he should be writing
songs for you to sing.
I want to introduce
you to my friend Terry.
- The record producer?
- Yeah.
I think you'll like him.
You get a nice dress to wear.
We'll head over this afternoon.
- I don't know...
- Emma?
You want to introduce
me to your friend?
I'm her mother.
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Karn.
I'm Dennis Wilson.
Are you okay?
I'm fine, Mom.
It was your birthday.
Last month.
I remember turning 17,
feeling so grown up.
That was a long time ago.
17 is older than it used to be, I guess.
I, um, I didn't know how to contact you.
We sold the house.
It was too big.
We weren't using half of it.
Here's the new address,
if you ever...
Okay.
There's a bedroom for you.
Happy birthday.
My play was closing.
There was a party afterwards.
Um, your husband didn't go with?
He said he had some reading to do.
He's...
he was running for state senate.
What time did you come home?
Uh, after 1:00.
1:15?
Was the gun his?
I don't know.
I've never seen it before,
but it might have been.
I saw boxes in the guest room.
Maybe some of your clothes?
You moving?
Moving in.
I was in rehearsals for this play.
I didn't have time to finish unpacking.
Hodiak, radio call for you.
I'll just be a minute.
Moving in?
How long were you married?
Three months.
The Commissioner wants
to see you at the station.
I'll be as fast as I can.
What are you gonna do next?
Canvass the neighbors.
Do you have any idea what this is about?
They probably want to
give me another medal.
Give her a tissue.
I don't have a tissue.
Ma'am.
Charmain Tully?
Yes, sir.
- Who taught you to shoot?
- My father.
He used to take me hunting... pheasants.
- I'm Captain Perry with the...
- The Red Squad.
The Criminal Conspiracy
Section, officially.
Not just Reds we're hunting, these days.
Negro agitators, student
radicals, you name it.
I got a call from Lieutenant Cutler.
He explained how instrumental you were
in closing the Welles case.
And frankly, honey, I wanted to see
what the fuss was about.
Are you trained for undercover work?
Not officially, but I have experience.
Do you have a husband? Kids?
No, sir.
The kinds of things you
have to do undercover
are the kinds of things
your future husband won't approve of.
Well, I'm not sure I
have a husband in my future.
Most men, they don't like
that I'm a police officer,
which is why they
won't suspect that I am one.
This isn't playing dress up.
It's a dangerous assignment.
We've been trying to infiltrate the SDS,
Students for a Democratic Society,
one of those
anti-war, anti-everything
protest groups.
They're paranoid.
Don't trust outsiders.
My bosses think a female might
have a better chance,
and you're the best female cop we got.
What do you think?
I think...
I don't want to be a female cop.
I just want to be a cop, sir.
The Commissioner's in my office
with Kellaher from IA.
They tell you what it's about?
Good news from the IA
comes in the form of total silence,
so it ain't that.
Hey, it's Shafe's first
day. You think maybe...
Yeah, no, I'll send someone
to hold his hand.
Thank you.
Hey, look, you want me in there?
If I get in trouble,
I'll send up a flare.
Besides, most of the
bad stuff I did with you.
Sir.
Sam.
No offense, sir, but I'm in the middle
of a murder investigation,
and the first few hours are
the most critical, so...
I'm not here to waste
your time, Detective.
After reviewing your case history,
a number of questions
have been raised...
- No.
- Excuse me?
I don't know what he's dug up, sir,
but I know why he's digging.
I'm embarrassed to say that
this is a personal matter
between myself and Mister Kellaher
and a young woman named Lillian Bariano,
who, when I dated
her, was a few months shy
of becoming Mrs. Lillian Kellaher.
I won't be party to this game playing
and backstabbing,
but his accusations are serious,
and they're gonna be heard.
Ask your questions.
I'll be back for your
impartial conclusions.
Let's start with your time cards.
- So it was just the one shot?
- Yeah, just the one shot.
- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.
Choir boy's a good look on you.
What can I do for you, Lieutenant?
Oh, Hodiak said you need a babysitter.
Only one I could spare was me.
Pay very close attention.
You're gonna learn a lot today.
He shot himself.
Done. Let's get lunch.
And there's no note.
And who kills himself in a hallway?
Oh, what, you think somebody staged it?
Maybe.
Good, so run for prints on the gun.
I bet you a beer his
thumbprint's on the trigger.
Why his thumb?
Look.
This?
It's hard to pull the trigger,
especially for an inexperienced shooter.
This, it's easy-peasy.
The prints will take a bit,
but I'll collect on that beer now.
M.E. says time of
death was around 11:45.
One neighbor heard a
gunshot around that same time.
Another neighbor saw a
woman, an agitated woman,
who was not the wife, leaving
around midnight.
My guess? He was stepping out.
Oh, is that your guess, Detective?
Well, it seems that
maybe we should figure out,
you know, who that other woman was.
You know, right? What do I know?
It's my first day.
Friedrich Huber.
Shot in his car while
idling at a red light.
That was your first case as a
homicide detective, correct?
Closed the case. Got the conviction.
Anything else stand
out to you about that case?
It was, what, 10, 12 years ago?
I don't have a photographic memory.
And yet 1/3 of the time, you
fail to turn your notebooks
over to the DA during discovery,
so you have a poor memory
but you don't take notes?
I didn't say I had a poor memory.
I said it was 12 years ago.
13, actually.
It was a big story.
Got press.
You're not mentioned.
On the night of Friedrich
Huber's murder,
did you assault your partner?
- A Detective...
- Ed Cutler.
We're in his office right now.
Ed Cutler, see, I knew...
I knew I recognized
that name 'cause his name
is in the paper taking
credit for your work.
We had a dispute, as men.
We settled it like men.
You don't think a man
that can't control his temper,
who beats his own partner to a pulp
reflects poorly on
this department, Detective?
The other night, Lillian said you guys
had been talking about me.
Or was she just waxing about
younger, happier days?
Don't you want your wife to be happy?
You are gonna be a pleasure to fire.
Hodiak, your wife's on the line for you.
Ladies.
She's on line 2.
All right, here's what I want you to do.
Go back to your desk, pick up line 2,
- and tell her I'm not here.
- What?
I don't want to talk to her.
She says it's important.
Isn't it always?
Just tell her I'm in
court, testifying all day.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna stand here like a moron
with the phone to my ear and
read the sports section.
Oh, wait, get me the sports section too.
Join us for peace.
Action against the draft.
Peace on Earth!
Hey, beautiful.
Is something wrong?
No, I...
My brother, he was, uh,
he was in Vietnam.
What was his name?
Nicholas.
We're trying to make sure no one else
loses a brother to an unjust war.
Good luck.
We could use your help.
Hand out fliers. Hold up a sign.
Pretty girl like you, people
would want to stop.
Doesn't it just seem like,
I don't know, waving
signs and protesting,
it doesn't really do
much if nobody's listening?
There are other ways of
making people hear you.
Do you know what Boeing is?
The airplane company?
They also make weapons,
fighter jets, and missiles, and bombs.
Companies like that, they
make money off this war.
They're having a convention tonight
at a hotel in Beverly Hills,
and we're going.
What are you gonna do?
Come and see.
Where you been, Cherry?
Dennis took me shopping.
Ah. Bought you this?
Looks nice.
Feels nice.
Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Mm-mm, I can't.
Worried you'll tear
your pretty new frock?
No, Dennis is taking
me to meet a friend of his.
And why is he sharing
what ain't his to offer?
It's not like that.
Then what?
You think he's bringing
you for conversation?
Huh? Huh?
Come here.
Hey, everyone, everybody,
I want you to take a good look
at sweet Cherry Pop,
and this beautiful new
dress Dennis bought for us.
- It's real nice, Charlie.
- Hmm.
Dennis has given us so much,
but Dennis is a means to many ends,
our family's ends.
Not yours, Cherry Pop.
It's just a dress.
Then take it off.
Take it off, and give it...
to the family.
It's for everyone.
Huh. Yeah, that's good.
Everybody have a turn.
Go on, take your share.
He's taking me to a record producer,
to listen to me sing.
You can have the dress.
I'm ready to go.
Cool.
Hey, you know what?
You're gonna need somebody
to play backup for you,
and guitar was never really my thing.
Charlie?
What do you say, man?
Emma would really owe you one.
Well, I wouldn't want to leave her
hanging in the breeze.
A friendly face couldn't hurt.
All right.
The guy was a saint.
No money problems, no mistresses,
didn't even hit on his secretary.
Sounds like a boring, depressing life,
not much to live for.
And he was such a
nice guy that he was even
paying for his ex-girlfriend's
apartment in the Bronx,
but guess who was in LA visiting family.
Oh, stilted ex-lover gets revenge on the man
who broke her heart, huh?
Women are crazy.
I got a name and an
address, hotel on Wilshire.
We can be there in 20 minutes.
Whoa, whoa, you send a
uniform to bring her in,
that way we get a long lunch.
What is this, your first day?
Chauvinist pig.
What?
He's a chauvinist!
To him, you're just an
object to be groped and ogled!
Come on.
The cheapest room in the hotel
kind of defeats the purpose, doesn't it?
If you want to pay cash
for the penthouse suite,
be my guest.
This is perfect.
Terry?
Dennis.
How's it going?
Good to see you, man.
Hi, I'm Terry.
Oh, I know who you are.
Charlie Manson.
And this is Emma.
- Your house is beautiful.
- Oh, thanks.
I'm just renting.
Please.
Can I get you a, uh, drink?
Something else?
Um, sur... yeah, whatever you have.
Okay.
This is for the guest of honor.
Oh, thank you.
How'd you two meet?
Um, we're actually
staying at Dennis' house.
He is super generous...
All right, if you were in court,
where's your court slip?
You expect us to take your word
that you weren't in some bar?
I was testifying.
It was kind of hard to steal overtime
when you're sitting in
front of the judge.
Why don't you check the reporter's logs?
Okay, what do you
know about Dahlia Flores?
She's an informant.
She's given me good
information a few times.
- A few times?
- Mm-hmm.
Seven homicides, same witness.
Now that's an awfully
lucky person to be on
so many unrelated crime
scenes, wouldn't you say?
Well, she's a dope addict.
I'd call that pretty unlucky.
You expect me, or
anybody, to believe that?
Seven juries did.
You lied under oath, repeatedly.
Every single one of your cases
is now gonna have to be reopened,
and guilty people will walk free
because you were too
lazy to do your job.
- Hodiak, there's a call...
- Not now.
Sorry, but you need to take this.
Oh, be my guest.
Detective Hodiak.
Yeah, no... uh... well,
we're estranged, yeah.
All right.
You know Hodiak's wife, Opal?
I see her around now and then, why?
She just killed herself.
She what?
Sam.
I'm not taking my pants
off so don't get too excited.
Is it true about Opal?
Her neighbor was...
returning a casserole dish...
found her...
some empty bottles of vodka...
empty bottle of diazepam.
I had to ID the body.
I'm sorry.
I-I can't imagine...
Yeah, you can.
And it's worse.
- Cutler's...
- Yeah.
So I think it's about
time we heard this voice.
Go ahead, Emma.
Show time.
You ready, Charlie?
Always.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I can't do this.
No. Come back.
Don't sweat it, fellas.
We all get those
butterflies now and then.
Hey, how about I-I hit
you with something real, hmm?
♪ Oh, garbage dump oh, garbage dump ♪
♪ Why are you called my garbage dump? ♪
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Hi, Viola.
I'm Detective Shafe. This
is Lieutenant Cutler.
We just have a few questions for you.
Okay.
Were you at Edwin
Kimball's house last night?
What time?
Um...
I don't remember exactly.
Why?
Did you argue?
I wouldn't call it arguing.
We spoke.
About what?
All kinds of things.
Money and...
That baby his?
Of course it is.
Yeah? Does his wife know?
I am his wife.
Not according to his other wife,
or, you know, the law.
We were married, common law.
California doesn't
have common law marriage.
We lived in New York, together,
eight years.
So you were blackmailing him.
You show up knocked up with his baby,
asking for money, is that how it is?
I only asked him for what he owed me,
for what he wrote me in the letters.
Yeah, did you kill him?
What?
- Did you kill him?
- Cutler.
Oh, yeah, he's dead.
Shot to death in his
house within minutes
of you being there fighting about money.
He's not dead.
He is.
He wrote me a letter this morning,
and he put it in my
purse while I was sleeping.
He told me that you
would ask about this.
This is all a misunderstanding.
He's gonna laugh when I tell him.
Detective,
are you sure you're okay to proceed?
I'd like to get this over with.
Tampering with a witness,
manipulating evidence,
providing false testimony.
I believe the detective's actions
warrant a hearing before the board,
and it is my recommendation
that he be removed from
the police force.
Fire me now, or I'll resign.
This is about putting my
picture in the newspaper
next to the words "crooked cop,"
and it'll happen
whether I sit through it or not.
No, no, this isn't right.
The man's wife is...
There's a conflict of interest, right?
I'm... I'm ending this.
So take a few days, yeah?
I want you off the
streets until you can function.
Well, I'll be seeing you.
Give my love to Lillian.
She's obviously not right in the head.
She was there at the
time. She has motive.
All right, look, great job.
You proved me wrong,
slick. She did it, all right?
Now, all you got to
do is prove it in court,
which, given the evidence,
should be impossible.
Sam.
Let's get a drink and
talk... or just drink.
Thanks.
You said your husband sent you a letter.
Do you still have it?
Mm-hmm.
I bet the news does a story.
"Protestors Inconvenience Hotel Maid."
We did more than that.
We sent a message.
Did we?
I mean, the hotel was
hosting the convention,
but will they know we did it?
And even if they do,
how will they know why we did it?
- Honey.
- Hmm.
This is Charmain.
She helped with the action today.
Charmain... is right.
We've got to start thinking a lot bigger.
Dodgers' opening day on Wednesday,
against the Phillies.
You going?
Hmm?
Yeah, with Jeannie. I'm going, yeah.
I mean, Osteen's
not getting any younger, right?
Yeah, the old man can still pitch.
Sam, look,
do... do you think that...
do you think that what happened...
Cut. Cut.
It had nothing to do with you.
It could have been an accident.
It Could...
40 pills?
That's not an accident.
I spent a lot of years
trying to make Opal happy.
Hard fought battles,
blood was spilled.
I am ashamed...
to say how long it took me to realize
I was the thing making her unhappy.
Maybe you gave up too soon.
I got to go see Walt.
Lieutenant.
I-I'm not on the clock.
The... the letters
that crazy old bat Viola said
Kimball was sending her?
Let me just read one to you.
"My dearest,
I know this letter comes
as quite a shock,
but death is the only
way to set right the wrongs
I have done you."
- A suicide note.
- Yeah.
How'd you know to look?
The thumbprint was a match on both
the trigger and trigger guard.
You were right from the start.
You did good today.
Go home to your wife.
Where's Mom?
Listen...
Who did that to you?
That's not from the protest, is it?
Did they do anything else to you?
I told them that I would say anything,
anything, if they'd just let me go.
I...
I just want to go home.
Where's Mom?
I...
I came here with some bad news.
- Walt...
- Time's up.
What?
What?
I thought I had a way to get you out,
but I don't.
I'm sorry.
But I'm not giving...
I'm not giving up.
Okay? I'm working.
- Dad.
- Walt.
Dad, no, just don't go.
- Good-bye, Walt.
- Don't go.
- Good-bye.
- Don't...
don't go, Dad.
Sorry.
Dennis?
Emma.
You know how it is.
You're at pinnacle,
Sam, but you know what?
A pinnacle means there's only
one way to go, and that's down.
I thought getting a medal
was gonna be a lot more fun.
Oh, my goodness. Sam?
- Lillian?
- This is crazy.
We were just talking about him,
weren't we, honey?
Hey, you Charlie? I'm Dennis.
I am everyone and everyone is me.
Man, Charlie.
You got to be the most tuned-in dude
that I have ever met.
Finally off the phone?
Good, I can't stand to look
at your face, you damn fool.
Go on! Get out!
Gonna sell my products,
better sample it first.
I don't use.
I don't trust a salesman
who won't sample
what he's selling.
They dropped the charges for treason.
They could give me
life just for deserting.
You know what they're
doing to our boy, Sam?
23 hours a day, he's
alone in a 6x9 cell.
Ah! He's alone!
Nobody speaks to him. No
one's talking to him.
Nobody is holding him, Sam!
Go check the guesthouse.
Kill whoever's inside.
♪ Watching the ships roll in ♪
♪ And then I'll watch
them roll away again ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I'm sitting on the dock of the bay ♪
♪ Watching the tide roll away ♪
♪ Ooh, I'm... ♪
Where have you been hiding that voice?
Hey, be nice to little ole Cherry.
I'm not joking.
Charlie, I thought you were the only one
in the family that could sing.
You mind?
Not at all, Charlie.
You're warm.
I think I have a fever.
Then call in sick.
Go see Doctor Travers.
I can't.
I got a thing.
Oh, mister important policeman.
Job's not worth doing if you
can't slowly kill yourself
while you're doing it.
My mom's coming
over, and I don't want her
seeing you sleeping on the couch.
I don't want to be on the damn couch.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You remember the day we met,
the day I got back from deployment?
You were waiting for your brother
when we got off the plane.
You were sick as a dog.
And you... and you took care of me.
Huh?
Like always.
Didn't even know me.
Krissy...
I don't know, it's probably the flu.
I love you, Bri.
Go to work if you're gonna go.
Make the world better
for some white people.
Walt.
Hi, Mom...
Dad.
Man, I didn't think that they
were gonna let you see me.
They won't let me see anybody.
They're holding you in
solitary till sentencing.
What were you thinking?
- Sam...
- Starting a riot.
It wasn't a riot.
It was a sit-in.
A sit in for what?
To protest the illegal
actions in Cambodia...
Right, right, right, right.
Most of the guys in
here, they're running, Dad,
they don't even know from what.
Walt, buddy, I know you're
doing what you believe in,
but you got to try to
stop making it worse.
You said you had
leverage with the drug case.
DOD wants the story buried,
but the "Times" already has it.
The Army won't negotiate
for something we're in...
no position to give them.
He's our baby.
We can't leave him in there.
What they're accusing him of, he did.
There's nothing to be done.
There's always something.
Get him in there.
Shh. Here he comes.
Hey, look at this guy.
Bring down one international drug ring,
you think you can roll
in ten minutes late?
- Can I talk to you?
- Yeah.
And I got something for you.
We finished mopping up the leftovers
on the Welles case, right?
And...
look, you hate me.
And you're using Charmain as a janitor.
The Red Squad's
looking for new undercovers.
- I thought maybe...
- You want a promotion?
You already got one.
LAPD Dress Code. That's nice.
That outfit, that haircut, that beard,
none of it's regulation for a detective.
Shafe?
Hodiak's looking for
you in the locker room.
Thanks, Conway.
Dismissed.
Hodiak?
Hodiak?
What the hell?
Detective.
Oh, you're funny.
You're hilarious.
Bring him down there.
Get off me.
Get off!
Get off me!
Hey!
What are you knuckleheads doing?
Saving him a trip to the barber.
Come on, Cut. Give me the clippers.
Thank you.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Hold him down.
What?
Sam, that's not funny.
Not to you, maybe.
That's not funny!
Trust me, I'm a professional.
Aah! You sons of bitches!
- Look at my hair, buddy.
- Ah! Come on!
It's not polite to stare.
It's just, who knew you had a chin?
If you're wondering when
that's gonna get funny,
it's never.
Hey, does your dad know that
you're not in school today?
Thank you.
Vic's name is Edwin Kimball.
His wife found him.
She's waiting out back.
It was a gunshot wound to the head,
right side.
Gun's next to his
right hand, fired once.
It looks like a suicide to me.
There a note?
No, but..
But, but what?
Who kills themselves in a hallway?
You all right?
Yup, just... headache.
Hmm.
Let's go talk to the wife.
A month ago, we were eating
out of grocery store dumpsters.
I'm sure this place has a dumpster,
if you miss it.
When Charlie makes it,
then we'll be
living like this every day.
Look, you know I dig Charlie,
but he should be writing
songs for you to sing.
I want to introduce
you to my friend Terry.
- The record producer?
- Yeah.
I think you'll like him.
You get a nice dress to wear.
We'll head over this afternoon.
- I don't know...
- Emma?
You want to introduce
me to your friend?
I'm her mother.
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Karn.
I'm Dennis Wilson.
Are you okay?
I'm fine, Mom.
It was your birthday.
Last month.
I remember turning 17,
feeling so grown up.
That was a long time ago.
17 is older than it used to be, I guess.
I, um, I didn't know how to contact you.
We sold the house.
It was too big.
We weren't using half of it.
Here's the new address,
if you ever...
Okay.
There's a bedroom for you.
Happy birthday.
My play was closing.
There was a party afterwards.
Um, your husband didn't go with?
He said he had some reading to do.
He's...
he was running for state senate.
What time did you come home?
Uh, after 1:00.
1:15?
Was the gun his?
I don't know.
I've never seen it before,
but it might have been.
I saw boxes in the guest room.
Maybe some of your clothes?
You moving?
Moving in.
I was in rehearsals for this play.
I didn't have time to finish unpacking.
Hodiak, radio call for you.
I'll just be a minute.
Moving in?
How long were you married?
Three months.
The Commissioner wants
to see you at the station.
I'll be as fast as I can.
What are you gonna do next?
Canvass the neighbors.
Do you have any idea what this is about?
They probably want to
give me another medal.
Give her a tissue.
I don't have a tissue.
Ma'am.
Charmain Tully?
Yes, sir.
- Who taught you to shoot?
- My father.
He used to take me hunting... pheasants.
- I'm Captain Perry with the...
- The Red Squad.
The Criminal Conspiracy
Section, officially.
Not just Reds we're hunting, these days.
Negro agitators, student
radicals, you name it.
I got a call from Lieutenant Cutler.
He explained how instrumental you were
in closing the Welles case.
And frankly, honey, I wanted to see
what the fuss was about.
Are you trained for undercover work?
Not officially, but I have experience.
Do you have a husband? Kids?
No, sir.
The kinds of things you
have to do undercover
are the kinds of things
your future husband won't approve of.
Well, I'm not sure I
have a husband in my future.
Most men, they don't like
that I'm a police officer,
which is why they
won't suspect that I am one.
This isn't playing dress up.
It's a dangerous assignment.
We've been trying to infiltrate the SDS,
Students for a Democratic Society,
one of those
anti-war, anti-everything
protest groups.
They're paranoid.
Don't trust outsiders.
My bosses think a female might
have a better chance,
and you're the best female cop we got.
What do you think?
I think...
I don't want to be a female cop.
I just want to be a cop, sir.
The Commissioner's in my office
with Kellaher from IA.
They tell you what it's about?
Good news from the IA
comes in the form of total silence,
so it ain't that.
Hey, it's Shafe's first
day. You think maybe...
Yeah, no, I'll send someone
to hold his hand.
Thank you.
Hey, look, you want me in there?
If I get in trouble,
I'll send up a flare.
Besides, most of the
bad stuff I did with you.
Sir.
Sam.
No offense, sir, but I'm in the middle
of a murder investigation,
and the first few hours are
the most critical, so...
I'm not here to waste
your time, Detective.
After reviewing your case history,
a number of questions
have been raised...
- No.
- Excuse me?
I don't know what he's dug up, sir,
but I know why he's digging.
I'm embarrassed to say that
this is a personal matter
between myself and Mister Kellaher
and a young woman named Lillian Bariano,
who, when I dated
her, was a few months shy
of becoming Mrs. Lillian Kellaher.
I won't be party to this game playing
and backstabbing,
but his accusations are serious,
and they're gonna be heard.
Ask your questions.
I'll be back for your
impartial conclusions.
Let's start with your time cards.
- So it was just the one shot?
- Yeah, just the one shot.
- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.
Choir boy's a good look on you.
What can I do for you, Lieutenant?
Oh, Hodiak said you need a babysitter.
Only one I could spare was me.
Pay very close attention.
You're gonna learn a lot today.
He shot himself.
Done. Let's get lunch.
And there's no note.
And who kills himself in a hallway?
Oh, what, you think somebody staged it?
Maybe.
Good, so run for prints on the gun.
I bet you a beer his
thumbprint's on the trigger.
Why his thumb?
Look.
This?
It's hard to pull the trigger,
especially for an inexperienced shooter.
This, it's easy-peasy.
The prints will take a bit,
but I'll collect on that beer now.
M.E. says time of
death was around 11:45.
One neighbor heard a
gunshot around that same time.
Another neighbor saw a
woman, an agitated woman,
who was not the wife, leaving
around midnight.
My guess? He was stepping out.
Oh, is that your guess, Detective?
Well, it seems that
maybe we should figure out,
you know, who that other woman was.
You know, right? What do I know?
It's my first day.
Friedrich Huber.
Shot in his car while
idling at a red light.
That was your first case as a
homicide detective, correct?
Closed the case. Got the conviction.
Anything else stand
out to you about that case?
It was, what, 10, 12 years ago?
I don't have a photographic memory.
And yet 1/3 of the time, you
fail to turn your notebooks
over to the DA during discovery,
so you have a poor memory
but you don't take notes?
I didn't say I had a poor memory.
I said it was 12 years ago.
13, actually.
It was a big story.
Got press.
You're not mentioned.
On the night of Friedrich
Huber's murder,
did you assault your partner?
- A Detective...
- Ed Cutler.
We're in his office right now.
Ed Cutler, see, I knew...
I knew I recognized
that name 'cause his name
is in the paper taking
credit for your work.
We had a dispute, as men.
We settled it like men.
You don't think a man
that can't control his temper,
who beats his own partner to a pulp
reflects poorly on
this department, Detective?
The other night, Lillian said you guys
had been talking about me.
Or was she just waxing about
younger, happier days?
Don't you want your wife to be happy?
You are gonna be a pleasure to fire.
Hodiak, your wife's on the line for you.
Ladies.
She's on line 2.
All right, here's what I want you to do.
Go back to your desk, pick up line 2,
- and tell her I'm not here.
- What?
I don't want to talk to her.
She says it's important.
Isn't it always?
Just tell her I'm in
court, testifying all day.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna stand here like a moron
with the phone to my ear and
read the sports section.
Oh, wait, get me the sports section too.
Join us for peace.
Action against the draft.
Peace on Earth!
Hey, beautiful.
Is something wrong?
No, I...
My brother, he was, uh,
he was in Vietnam.
What was his name?
Nicholas.
We're trying to make sure no one else
loses a brother to an unjust war.
Good luck.
We could use your help.
Hand out fliers. Hold up a sign.
Pretty girl like you, people
would want to stop.
Doesn't it just seem like,
I don't know, waving
signs and protesting,
it doesn't really do
much if nobody's listening?
There are other ways of
making people hear you.
Do you know what Boeing is?
The airplane company?
They also make weapons,
fighter jets, and missiles, and bombs.
Companies like that, they
make money off this war.
They're having a convention tonight
at a hotel in Beverly Hills,
and we're going.
What are you gonna do?
Come and see.
Where you been, Cherry?
Dennis took me shopping.
Ah. Bought you this?
Looks nice.
Feels nice.
Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Mm-mm, I can't.
Worried you'll tear
your pretty new frock?
No, Dennis is taking
me to meet a friend of his.
And why is he sharing
what ain't his to offer?
It's not like that.
Then what?
You think he's bringing
you for conversation?
Huh? Huh?
Come here.
Hey, everyone, everybody,
I want you to take a good look
at sweet Cherry Pop,
and this beautiful new
dress Dennis bought for us.
- It's real nice, Charlie.
- Hmm.
Dennis has given us so much,
but Dennis is a means to many ends,
our family's ends.
Not yours, Cherry Pop.
It's just a dress.
Then take it off.
Take it off, and give it...
to the family.
It's for everyone.
Huh. Yeah, that's good.
Everybody have a turn.
Go on, take your share.
He's taking me to a record producer,
to listen to me sing.
You can have the dress.
I'm ready to go.
Cool.
Hey, you know what?
You're gonna need somebody
to play backup for you,
and guitar was never really my thing.
Charlie?
What do you say, man?
Emma would really owe you one.
Well, I wouldn't want to leave her
hanging in the breeze.
A friendly face couldn't hurt.
All right.
The guy was a saint.
No money problems, no mistresses,
didn't even hit on his secretary.
Sounds like a boring, depressing life,
not much to live for.
And he was such a
nice guy that he was even
paying for his ex-girlfriend's
apartment in the Bronx,
but guess who was in LA visiting family.
Oh, stilted ex-lover gets revenge on the man
who broke her heart, huh?
Women are crazy.
I got a name and an
address, hotel on Wilshire.
We can be there in 20 minutes.
Whoa, whoa, you send a
uniform to bring her in,
that way we get a long lunch.
What is this, your first day?
Chauvinist pig.
What?
He's a chauvinist!
To him, you're just an
object to be groped and ogled!
Come on.
The cheapest room in the hotel
kind of defeats the purpose, doesn't it?
If you want to pay cash
for the penthouse suite,
be my guest.
This is perfect.
Terry?
Dennis.
How's it going?
Good to see you, man.
Hi, I'm Terry.
Oh, I know who you are.
Charlie Manson.
And this is Emma.
- Your house is beautiful.
- Oh, thanks.
I'm just renting.
Please.
Can I get you a, uh, drink?
Something else?
Um, sur... yeah, whatever you have.
Okay.
This is for the guest of honor.
Oh, thank you.
How'd you two meet?
Um, we're actually
staying at Dennis' house.
He is super generous...
All right, if you were in court,
where's your court slip?
You expect us to take your word
that you weren't in some bar?
I was testifying.
It was kind of hard to steal overtime
when you're sitting in
front of the judge.
Why don't you check the reporter's logs?
Okay, what do you
know about Dahlia Flores?
She's an informant.
She's given me good
information a few times.
- A few times?
- Mm-hmm.
Seven homicides, same witness.
Now that's an awfully
lucky person to be on
so many unrelated crime
scenes, wouldn't you say?
Well, she's a dope addict.
I'd call that pretty unlucky.
You expect me, or
anybody, to believe that?
Seven juries did.
You lied under oath, repeatedly.
Every single one of your cases
is now gonna have to be reopened,
and guilty people will walk free
because you were too
lazy to do your job.
- Hodiak, there's a call...
- Not now.
Sorry, but you need to take this.
Oh, be my guest.
Detective Hodiak.
Yeah, no... uh... well,
we're estranged, yeah.
All right.
You know Hodiak's wife, Opal?
I see her around now and then, why?
She just killed herself.
She what?
Sam.
I'm not taking my pants
off so don't get too excited.
Is it true about Opal?
Her neighbor was...
returning a casserole dish...
found her...
some empty bottles of vodka...
empty bottle of diazepam.
I had to ID the body.
I'm sorry.
I-I can't imagine...
Yeah, you can.
And it's worse.
- Cutler's...
- Yeah.
So I think it's about
time we heard this voice.
Go ahead, Emma.
Show time.
You ready, Charlie?
Always.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I can't do this.
No. Come back.
Don't sweat it, fellas.
We all get those
butterflies now and then.
Hey, how about I-I hit
you with something real, hmm?
♪ Oh, garbage dump oh, garbage dump ♪
♪ Why are you called my garbage dump? ♪
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Hi, Viola.
I'm Detective Shafe. This
is Lieutenant Cutler.
We just have a few questions for you.
Okay.
Were you at Edwin
Kimball's house last night?
What time?
Um...
I don't remember exactly.
Why?
Did you argue?
I wouldn't call it arguing.
We spoke.
About what?
All kinds of things.
Money and...
That baby his?
Of course it is.
Yeah? Does his wife know?
I am his wife.
Not according to his other wife,
or, you know, the law.
We were married, common law.
California doesn't
have common law marriage.
We lived in New York, together,
eight years.
So you were blackmailing him.
You show up knocked up with his baby,
asking for money, is that how it is?
I only asked him for what he owed me,
for what he wrote me in the letters.
Yeah, did you kill him?
What?
- Did you kill him?
- Cutler.
Oh, yeah, he's dead.
Shot to death in his
house within minutes
of you being there fighting about money.
He's not dead.
He is.
He wrote me a letter this morning,
and he put it in my
purse while I was sleeping.
He told me that you
would ask about this.
This is all a misunderstanding.
He's gonna laugh when I tell him.
Detective,
are you sure you're okay to proceed?
I'd like to get this over with.
Tampering with a witness,
manipulating evidence,
providing false testimony.
I believe the detective's actions
warrant a hearing before the board,
and it is my recommendation
that he be removed from
the police force.
Fire me now, or I'll resign.
This is about putting my
picture in the newspaper
next to the words "crooked cop,"
and it'll happen
whether I sit through it or not.
No, no, this isn't right.
The man's wife is...
There's a conflict of interest, right?
I'm... I'm ending this.
So take a few days, yeah?
I want you off the
streets until you can function.
Well, I'll be seeing you.
Give my love to Lillian.
She's obviously not right in the head.
She was there at the
time. She has motive.
All right, look, great job.
You proved me wrong,
slick. She did it, all right?
Now, all you got to
do is prove it in court,
which, given the evidence,
should be impossible.
Sam.
Let's get a drink and
talk... or just drink.
Thanks.
You said your husband sent you a letter.
Do you still have it?
Mm-hmm.
I bet the news does a story.
"Protestors Inconvenience Hotel Maid."
We did more than that.
We sent a message.
Did we?
I mean, the hotel was
hosting the convention,
but will they know we did it?
And even if they do,
how will they know why we did it?
- Honey.
- Hmm.
This is Charmain.
She helped with the action today.
Charmain... is right.
We've got to start thinking a lot bigger.
Dodgers' opening day on Wednesday,
against the Phillies.
You going?
Hmm?
Yeah, with Jeannie. I'm going, yeah.
I mean, Osteen's
not getting any younger, right?
Yeah, the old man can still pitch.
Sam, look,
do... do you think that...
do you think that what happened...
Cut. Cut.
It had nothing to do with you.
It could have been an accident.
It Could...
40 pills?
That's not an accident.
I spent a lot of years
trying to make Opal happy.
Hard fought battles,
blood was spilled.
I am ashamed...
to say how long it took me to realize
I was the thing making her unhappy.
Maybe you gave up too soon.
I got to go see Walt.
Lieutenant.
I-I'm not on the clock.
The... the letters
that crazy old bat Viola said
Kimball was sending her?
Let me just read one to you.
"My dearest,
I know this letter comes
as quite a shock,
but death is the only
way to set right the wrongs
I have done you."
- A suicide note.
- Yeah.
How'd you know to look?
The thumbprint was a match on both
the trigger and trigger guard.
You were right from the start.
You did good today.
Go home to your wife.
Where's Mom?
Listen...
Who did that to you?
That's not from the protest, is it?
Did they do anything else to you?
I told them that I would say anything,
anything, if they'd just let me go.
I...
I just want to go home.
Where's Mom?
I...
I came here with some bad news.
- Walt...
- Time's up.
What?
What?
I thought I had a way to get you out,
but I don't.
I'm sorry.
But I'm not giving...
I'm not giving up.
Okay? I'm working.
- Dad.
- Walt.
Dad, no, just don't go.
- Good-bye, Walt.
- Don't go.
- Good-bye.
- Don't...
don't go, Dad.
Sorry.
Dennis?
Emma.
You know how it is.