Aquarius (2015–2016): Season 2, Episode 8 - Episode #2.8 - full transcript
- Previously on "Aquarius"...
- Tina Greenwood,
reported missing right
after Thanksgiving.
- Who is this?
- I've gotta go.
Business to take care of.
It's that creep sending
me those photographs.
I recognize that voice.
Johnson bullied the South Vietnamese
into a cease-fire deal.
We tell Saigon we'll offer them
a better deal after the election.
What you're suggesting is
a violation of the Logan Act.
Uh, my wife, Jeannie.
- Dinner smells wonderful.
- We already ate.
If you want some, there's
dishes in there.
You can have the rest.
I'm Dennis. You got
some good music in you.
- Miss Karn?
- Yeah?
Mr. Wilson sent us for you.
I found it, the needle and the...
Oh, no, baby, that was for work.
That was just for work.
I just had to make it look like...
You're gonna look me in the eye
and tell me that that's the truth?
Yes. Honest, that is the truth.
Folger, Abigail N. Blood type B.
Frykowski, Wojciech. Blood type B.
Parent, Steven Earl. Blood type B.
Sebring, Thomas John. Blood type O.
Polanski, Sharon Marie. Blood type O.
The following samples were
taken from various locations
within the Polanski house and exterior.
Blood on block wall which
separates entry hall
from living room, type O.
Blood near southern portion
of the living room, type B.
Blood pool in area of Polanski's body
and Sebring's body and rope
they were tied with, type O.
Blood on shutter of master bedroom door
leading to the outdoor area,
also large blood pool on
floor beneath the shutter,
both type B.
Blood on walkway from
master bedroom exit
toward area where Abigail Folger
was found, type B.
Brian, I said breakfast! Come on!
You're really gonna be late now.
You do not look good.
Can you... can you
take that out of here?
You're soaking wet, but you don't...
You don't have a fever.
Please, get it out of here.
Get what out of here?
The... the smell, it's gonna...
Brian, it's just coffee.
What is this?
- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.
- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.
The cam mechanism inside the phone
will open and close six times
as the dial returns
to the home position,
thus sending six
pulses to the central office.
How do you know so much about this?
My old man worked for
the phone company.
But anyway, it's just
racks of mechanical switches.
You dial and a line
selector uses the clicks
on your rotary phone to
figure out which rack
to connect your call to.
You dial a five and it
goes to the five series rack.
Then you dial a seven, it
goes to the seven rack
in the five series,
and so on. You get it?
Nope.
To trace a call on
a mechanical switch,
they gotta check where
that wire runs to,
then see where that wire runs to.
And if it's a long-distance call,
they gotta go to the central office
that connected that
call to the city. Then...
Why can't you
just say we're not gonna
be able to trace the guy that called me?
Oh, that's right. You can
never just say anything.
Well, here's a thought.
Next time he calls,
just ask him where he
is. Cut out the middleman.
Why don't you just spill
coffee a couple more places
and say that's the
way it's supposed to look?
Like a polka dot thing. Or change.
- Change to what?
- The way you eat,
you don't bring a spare shirt to work?
Last Monday, your desk after
you took down that macaroni salad?
Looked like you don't have thumbs.
"Spare" shirt? What
am I, made of shirts?
- You're cute.
- Boy, you're not.
- So let me borrow a shirt.
- Sweet the way you think
I'm gonna want it back.
- Where is she?
- Who?
- Emma.
- Mm.
I told her to go talk to
you. She didn't come back.
But I thought you
were her and she is you
and all that other confetti
you blow up those poor kids' cornholes,
so seems like you shouldn't
have to ask where she is.
Did you tell her to go see her
mommy and daddy or something?
She wouldn't have, even if I did.
She told me she was
free and happy where she was,
unless she was lying.
She wasn't.
Fine. But still...
Your love's all about freedom, right?
So you told her to
go see me and she did?
Maybe she just kept right on going.
You ever know something and
you don't know how you know it?
Just know it because you
know people, Detective?
You detect their whys and wherefores.
- There a point to this?
- Emma's gone her own way
before when she wanted to.
This time, she didn't want to.
You seem really worried about it.
- You're sure enjoying it, huh?
- Oh, yeah.
Last night, as I went to sleep,
I thought "Tomorrow I hope
to stand around in the alley
behind the station talking to
some hairy, bug-eyed munchkin."
And here we are.
You can joke on me all you want,
but something's happened to her,
something she didn't choose.
Now, I don't got the
resources to find out what.
But you do. So I'm putting it down here.
You don't pick it up, it'll be on you.
You got enough haunting you already.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
Ask a mirror, Sam.
"Ca phe sua da?"
Is that right?
"Ca phe sua da." Iced coffee.
Well... iced milk coffee,
to be more exact.
You're a lawyer. I
assume you like things
to be defined exactly.
You are right. I do.
It's very strong.
Saigonese in particular
find coffee in the West
to be, uh, ineffective.
I can see that. It's very sweet, also.
Ah, that's the condensed milk.
But please, if you don't like it...
Can I tell you,
I'm a black coffee man.
I was prepared to suffer
through this for diplomacy's sake.
But it's delicious. I'm
not suffering at all.
Mmm.
When the French first planted
coffee in Vietnam, it thrived.
A success by any standards but theirs.
They wanted their café au lait,
but we didn't have enough
dairy cows to satisfy them.
So they used condensed
milk, the canned milk,
which gives it its sweetness also.
- And the ice?
- Our country is very hot.
Over the years, a belief
has arisen that "ca phe sua da"
can be a bridge between people.
Is that right? How so?
Drinking it together helps people relax.
It can make messages easier to deliver,
and difficult things easier to say.
Ah.
This eleventh-hour cease-fire,
the peace talks in Paris,
I have a message about them,
a message from my boss to yours.
- What is it?
- To hold on,
till after the election.
Hold on because he is gonna
win, and when he does,
the Nixon presidency will
give General Thieu
the support he needs and
not leave him hung out to dry
on the world stage.
A very important message,
delivered very well.
It's true. That coffee is a bridge.
Okay.
Okay.
Meg.
Who are they here to see?
The one lady asked for Sergeant Navas
about a traffic accident.
- That they were in?
- No.
She filed a missing
persons that just got put together
with a hit-and-run
fatality on Rossmore.
It was an older man,
her fiancé, she says.
Isn't that sweet? I mean, and sad.
Because he's dead. Why?
Ah, there's just something
familiar about those two.
- But not in a good way.
- Olena Kravchuk.
Yeah, that's not helping very much.
- Did the other one sign in?
- No.
Go tell her that we're keeping
a statistical record
of all our walk-in visitors
to better help serve the
needs of the community.
- We are? Mm-hmm.
- Yes.
Why you lurking up here?
I thought Cutler was
out of town this week.
I'm not lurking. Come here.
Vira Boyko.
They're both Ukrainian.
Maybe they remind me of my grandma.
She wants the accident report on him
so she can file with
California Life Annuity Insurance,
except I don't have
it, so I gotta go check
why the coroner hasn't signed off,
'cause I have nothing else to do today.
I can go for you.
Why? Why would you do that?
There's just something bugging
me about those two.
Maybe talking to
Spring will jog my memory.
You won't owe me a favor, all right?
Oh, I know I won't. I didn't ask.
You volunteered.
Why can't you just ever be happy?
You hammertoe.
A hit-and-run fatality, old guy.
Sergeant Navas said you hadn't released
the accident report yet.
David Koch, 77.
Multiple rib fractures, skull fracture.
I'm just waiting on the toxicology.
Why? What do you think that'll show?
Well, he didn't step off a curb
or cross against the light
or one of your more
traditional hit-and-run scenarios.
Mr. Koch got run over while he
was lying down in an alley.
So I'm assuming
either liquor or drugs...
That's it!
- You know Joe Wilson?
- Before my time.
But we played poker at
your place once, I think.
- Dear God.
- I'll take that.
I know what that is.
So Joe's old guy was run
over when he was lying down too?
That I don't remember,
but now I do remember
who showed up to claim the body.
Miss Kravchuk, Miss Boyko,
Hi, thank you for waiting so patiently.
Hodiak. It's Ukrainian name.
It is. That's right.
That's about the limit of my repertoire.
My grandmother was from L'viv,
but she died when I was very young.
Oh, I also know how to say,
"Samson, it would make
your babunia very happy
if you would become a priest."
What's the word for "priest"?
Yeah.
- You did not listen.
- I did not listen, no.
Well, I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you.
The report that you
wanted is not ready yet.
The coroner has a backlog of
cases, and he's understaffed,
so apologies.
She's frustrated, very much.
She's, uh... she's feeling
like she cannot mourn for her loss
while all of this is overhanging.
I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna make this case a priority
for my countrywomen who remind
me of my babunia, okay?
But it's still gonna take a little time,
so you will have to come back.
When?
Tomorrow? Okay?
So, what, now they're leaving?
Yeah. But they'll be back, tomorrow.
Oh, and also, I think they
might be murderers.
The body's what you'd
expect from a hit-and-run.
A lot of blunt force to the upper body.
He wasn't lying down.
They do a toxicology?
Yeah, his blood level was Irish.
In and of itself, not suspicious.
It was the crime scene that hinked me.
They found a bicycle near
him with the front wheel removed.
Well, maybe changing a flat tire.
No, they found the wheel. It wasn't flat.
No car parts or glass frags?
No headlight pieces,
no debris, nothing.
And then there was the
ID he had on him...
A folded up piece of paper
with his name written on it.
Yeah, but, Joe, the guy was 82.
We'll be lucky when we're 82
if all we need reminding
about is our names.
Well, you might be right, but look.
It just doesn't seem like the
note was for him so much.
It seemed like it was more for us.
And then Vicky Varicose
and the other one show up
claiming to be the
corpse's long-lost cousin.
Asking for the case report.
For the insurance policy.
I mean, I wasn't happy,
but what was I gonna do?
So you called me in
here to make me feel bad
about the case I shanked, huh?
Here's the deal I want to make you.
I want to lock up those two biddies,
if not for murder, then at
least for insurance fraud,
in your memory.
Well, I'm not dead, but thanks.
Well, it couldn't happen to a
nicer pair of evil old broads.
So what deal are we making?
I've been getting these
photos sent to me.
- Anonymous.
- Fan mail-type thing?
- She cute?
- Mm, girls tied up, terrified.
One's been connected to a body now.
And yesterday, I got a
call at my desk, from the guy.
Yeah? Well, what'd he say?
Nothing helpful, but
the voice sounded familiar.
And after today, trying
so hard to remember
where I knew those grandmas from
and realizing it was
one of your old cases,
I thought maybe this guy is
from one of my old cases.
So I thought maybe you
could go over my closed homicides,
follow up on the actors,
maybe see if anybody's been paroled?
This is your mission.
Please choose to accept it.
- Eh.
- Thank you.
- Sam.
- Jeannie, hi.
I am so sorry we weren't
at Opal's funeral, Sam.
- But Ed was just sick as a dog.
- I understand.
- Are you looking for Ed?
- No, silly.
He's at a leadership
conference in San Pedro.
Yeah, I know. I just...
I didn't know if you...
I made you my three-layer ribbon loaf.
You really did.
I remembered how much you loved it
at Beverly's confirmation.
Yes, I said that.
You did.
The top layer is shrimp salad.
Middle is nut and olive,
then deviled ham and pimento.
- So much chopping.
- Mm.
That... that whole loaf is for me?
Hope you're hungry.
So where are the kids?
- They're at my sister's.
- Mm-hmm.
So you made this three-layer ribbon loaf
and put on this lovely outfit
and dropped your kids
off with your sister
and drove all the way
here from Hancock Park
while Ed was in San Pedro, for me?
Oh, Jeannie. Jeannie.
Oh, Sam.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh, my God.
No, there's nothing to
be sorry about. I just...
I don't think you thought this through.
I just...
I can't... I'm so...
Tired. I'm so...
Come. Come on. Come on. Come on.
Oh, I'm sorry. You
must think I'm so stupid.
No one thinks you're stupid, Jeannie.
Oh...
Ed thinks I'm stupid.
No, Ed loves you.
No.
Ed had an affair with Opal.
Did you know that?
I'll just bet you did.
I know Ed made a mistake,
and I know he's sorry,
and I know that doesn't justify it,
and I know that you're a
saint and he doesn't deserve you
and you don't deserve this.
And I also don't want to be the one
that tells tales out
of school, but I know
that when Ed gets
back, he's gonna take you
on a big, romantic trip to Catalina.
Carmel. Carmel.
Oh.
Well...
- That'll be lovely.
- Mm-hmm.
I won't tell him I knew about it.
No, that's a good idea.
Like your place.
It's real cozy.
Get up.
Get up and hands on the wall.
You misunderstand me, friend.
Maybe so, 'cause I sure don't
get why you're laughing.
I almost beat you to
death in your own house once.
I find you in mine. Why
wouldn't I just shoot you?
Even in the face of
death, I do not cling to life!
I was an altar boy,
you derelict. Sit down.
Don't quote scripture to me
and think that I'm gonna
think you made it up.
Now, what were you trying
to prove, doing this, huh?
Just showing me you were
good at sneaking into places
you're not wanted? I already knew that.
I came to ask if you'd found Emma.
Not yet.
Like your music boxes, man.
- About to see how they...
- Sit down!
How'd you find my address, anyway?
I was wandering around
outside your station house
till I come upon a pink-cheeked
young buck in uniform.
And I told him I was your
confidential criminal informant
and that you had told me
to meet you at your place,
of which I had forgot the address.
I was waiting on the
landing for you for a while,
but then I saw your balcony,
and made me wonder.
And I don't like to wonder.
I like to know.
What's that you dropped there?
Oh, that is a, uh...
That is a three-layer
frosted ribbon loaf.
Loaf of cake or bread or...
I don't know. I'm not sure. It's unclear.
You're welcome to try to
find out, if you'd like.
Investigate.
Who made it? Your woman?
No.
- You got a woman?
- No.
You been married?
You seem like you'd be married.
Not that you'd want
to, but that you would be.
I've been married. You?
Yeah, a couple of times.
Oh, give me a taste, I'll...
I'll tell you a tale.
Rosalie.
Her dad was a good buddy of mine,
when I was working at Wheeling Downs.
You, working?
Yes, sir, clearing out the stables,
taking care of the horses.
Anyway, Cowboy Willis,
Rosie was his daughter.
We wanted to make a life for
ourselves in California,
you know, get away from people thinking
they knew all what we
were, you know, but...
I keep thinking the
frosting's gonna be sweet,
but it's more like a cheese.
How about Rosalie?
See, right before we
left, Rosie got pregnant.
So I stole a Mercury to drive us out.
Wanted her to be comfortable, you know.
But in L.A., some cop runs
our license plates,
and my probation gets revoked.
Three years in Terminal.
Mm. What'd Rosie do?
Ah, she kept with me for a while,
you know, bring the
kid to visit and such.
But then she served me with the
papers while I was in the joint.
Last I heard, she and Charlie Junior
were living with some farmer
cat back in Appalachia.
You said you married twice.
Who was the second one?
Aww. Leona.
She was one of my girls.
We got arrested in New Mexico.
I was pimping her out in Lordsburg.
You were pimping out your own wife?
Wasn't married then.
No, after Lordsburg, I was
looking at the Mann Act,
so I married her so she couldn't
testify against me.
Uh, that's smart, smart.
Yeah. She did, though.
They scared her into it.
Wouldn't have been hard, her
being pregnant and all.
What'd Leona do then?
She stuck around for two, three years.
Didn't come up to visit, though.
Never met the kid.
Nah, she ended up taking
him back to Denver.
Another Charlie Junior,
in case you're wondering.
So you got one boy you've
seen a couple times
and one you've never seen, huh?
- That's tough.
- Maybe.
Or, you know, maybe it's
like any other change
you pass through.
Expands your consciousness, man.
Pain, pain is like fear.
Helps you grow,
grow so you can get to the now.
What? You don't believe it?
No. Neither do you.
No?
Why do you say that?
You don't use your
pain and fear to get anyplace.
You don't use them to grow.
You don't use them at all.
You use people.
You think you deserve to.
And your pain and your fear
are the reasons you think you do.
I'm a detective, remember?
I detect the whys and the wherefores?
Damn it, I'm gonna eat some of that.
Now, you want some more?
Let's try not to be savages.
Let's use some silverware.
Need another blanket?
I don't know. I don't... no.
No.
What is that?
It's grapefruit juice and
a peanut butter sandwich.
Milk of magnesia.
It's supposed to help with
constipation and diarrhea.
Not sure how it could do both, exactly.
Who says?
Who said that?
My brother.
I called, and I told him that
my social welfare class
was talking about drug addiction,
and I asked about those
VA detox programs
and what goes on in those.
I told him that it
was for me, for school.
Ah! Ah! Cramp, cramp.
Okay, let me... Let me rub it.
- Just...
- No! No.
Don't touch me.
He said...
that the length of withdrawal depends on
how long the person's been taking heroin
and how much of it.
And he said however long and
however much the person says,
it's always longer and more.
Leadership.
- Communication skills.
- If you say so.
Five million guys saying so.
Lawyers, bankers.
You know, out at Terminal Island,
there's a waiting
list to take the course,
'cause if you do it right,
you could sell ice to an Eskimo, Jack.
Hell, you're doing it in your job,
and you don't even know it.
Oh, yeah?
I'm winning friends and
influencing people?
Sure are, 'cause you're pushing an idea,
an idea that some two-bit schmo
sitting across from you
should jam himself up, put himself
in jail, on your say-so.
Now, he doesn't want to buy that.
How do you make him?
You tell me, Dale Carnegie.
You begin in a friendly manner,
you know, genuinely interested.
You let him do the talking.
You make the fault seem easy to correct.
You arouse in him an eager want, right?
Yeah.
You appeal to his nobler motives.
You let that man feel that
the idea is all his.
Is that what you do
with those young girls?
How you get them to leave their mamas
and come serve you naked and
barefoot up in Topanga?
You make 'em think it was their idea?
Ain't in Topanga no more.
That place was locked into a bad trip.
Ah, you seemed pretty
happy up there to me.
Lucky for me, then, I met a guy
at the tippy top of
it in the music world,
and he gave me and
mine a standing invitation.
Good for you.
Lives up above Sunset,
up there in the hills.
- Rolls and a Ferrari.
- Must be nice.
It is.
What'd you say he does again?
He's a musician, man.
- Dennis Wilson.
- Right, right.
- The Beach Boys?
- Yes. Yeah, yeah.
I'm surprised, though, you.
I mean, he seems a
little all-American for you,
a little... a little
hokey, a little square?
Well, that's his part he has to play.
But, uh, inside,
he's looking for something
real, just like I am.
Is that what it is about Emma?
What what is?
You got a lot of girls around you.
- More all the time.
- And it makes sense
for a guy coming from being a pimp,
but what doesn't make sense to me
is your focus on Emma.
What is she, the prettiest?
Best in the sack?
Lord knows she's not the most obedient.
Well, she's finding her way.
Got a lot of programming to get free of,
but, uh, she's a good girl,
helpful girl.
Must be, very helpful,
for you to ask a cop to help find her,
especially me.
What's she so helpful with?
It's just something...
something that's fascinating about her.
I don't know if I
even know what it is...
but, uh, people can't get enough.
People like Dennis
Wilson, of The Beach Boys?
Dennis for sure, but his buddies too,
you know, his big
world-by-the-tail buddies,
people like Gregg
Jakobson, Terry Melcher.
I mean, Terry's the
son of a damn movie star,
but one look at Emma, she's got him.
Wow.
Maybe she's the real you
all are looking for so hard.
- Maybe.
- Maybe she left you.
So maybe the real isn't looking for you.
There's a whole
world out there that's real,
a whole world that
starts where this one ends.
You know, maybe, maybe
our love has been corrupted
so bad that you and I, we
just can't see it anymore.
Hmm.
I've seen it...
more than once.
Had a different name every time...
Kwajalein, Leyte, Okinawa.
Yep. Plainfield.
School for Boys.
13, I was ganged in the
feed bins in the dairy silo.
They used tobacco juice.
I asked Jesus to
come and take me, but, uh...
he wasn't listening.
Now... why would I tell
you something like that?
Must be this rotgut here.
Or maybe I aroused in
you an eager want to tell.
Thanks.
All right.
♪ Should have known
it from the very start ♪
♪ This girl was gonna break my heart ♪
♪ Listen now, I'm telling you ♪
♪ Keep away from Runaround Sue ♪
♪ Hey, yeah ♪
♪ Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ahh... ♪
♪ Here's a story from a guy who knows ♪
♪ Fell in love, and
my love still grows ♪
♪ Ask any fool she ever knew ♪
♪ They'll say, stay
away from Runaround Sue ♪
♪ Come on, hey, yeah, whoo ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ahh... ♪
I gotta collar some
sleep before my next shift,
so let's call it a night.
Okay.
Let's use the door this time,
not the drainpipe.
Heh.
But, uh...
What about our business?
You finding Emma.
I'll look for Emma today.
Oh.
Hmm.
Feels good. Bygones and all.
Burying the hatchet.
Burying hatchets does feel good.
What time is it?
Tomorrow.
Can you try to drink something, please?
Maybe. Yeah.
Maybe in a minute.
Thank you.
For what?
For being kind...
when you don't have to be...
When I've been lying to you.
You should tear me apart.
My brother would
write me from over there
about all these grunts he knew
who were using to get through it...
To chase away the things they had to do
or just not think about being there.
And then he came home.
And he brought you with him.
You wore a green dress...
Reading a book...
Poetry.
Gwendolyn Brooks.
Were you doing it then?
No. Not anymore.
I didn't know what I
was looking at exactly,
but I knew something was there,
enough that I almost asked right then
whether one of
those grunts had been you.
Almost.
But I didn't ask.
I saw it in you the
moment that I met you.
And I married you anyway.
So, no, I am not being kind right now.
I am just accepting the
part of this that's mine.
Okay, just lift your toes up like this.
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry, baby.
Can I leave a message? Great.
Can you have him
call Detective Sam Hodiak
at the Hollywood Division?
No, it's not about
anything he's done, mm-mm.
It's information on a
matter that concerns him, yes.
Thank you. Thank you.
Mike Devoe was
kicked to death in the yard.
Stu Wilkinson died of
some kind of cancer.
- Oh, no.
- And Lonny Thompson
fell off the tier at Chino.
Jaime Perez was old.
It's all good news to me.
You know, I've been thinking about...
- Might want to come back.
- Come back where, here?
Detective Squad?
Yeah, I've been thinking about it.
No, no, you got it made.
You're self-employed.
Yeah, but I hate my boss.
But you don't remember how it is.
It's all paperwork and phone calls,
and you hate the
phone, and you can't spell.
Remember, the Loo used
to offer cash prizes
to anyone who could translate
your reports.
Remember "gralefrit"?
"Grapefruit." And
you knew what I meant.
Gralefrit. Gralefrit.
- He here?
- Yep.
Tell him to sit tight.
All right, I have a plan,
and I was gonna use
one of the guys here.
But since you want to be unretired,
I guess that guy is you.
Ladies.
Hi, good to see you. Hi, hi.
Uh, we came back, how you say.
- We know you were busy.
- Mm-hmm.
But if you have report, we can go.
Oh, I'm sorry. The
report is not quite ready,
but this is perfect
timing, because this gentleman
showed up today, and he
needed some more information,
and it makes more sense for him
to get it from you than from me, so...
- And he's who?
- George Babbitt,
from California Life Annuity Insurance.
Just have some questions,
some policy discrepancies.
Can I make a phone call? And
then is there somewhere
I can question Misses
Boyko and Kravchuk?
Absolutely. Officer Frazetta?
Yes. If you'd just follow me...
Can I get you ladies any coffee or...
No.
I mean, personally, I
could stand here all day.
Oh, "Sammy, I want to be a cop again.
I want to come back to
the station, eh, eh."
Holy...
Whoa, separate them!
Sep...
Separate. I'll be...
All right, I'll be in in a minute.
Joe, this is my uncle, Danilo Hodiak.
- Oh.
- Those two nasty biddies
were from an old
case of Joe's, Joe Wilson.
Oh, it's a pleasure. Yeah, yeah.
Well, anyway...
What do you got?
- The one standing...
- Uh-huh.
Says to her, "You
see what's happening?"
The one sitting says, "Be quiet."
The one standing says, "We
didn't have any problems.
This is all your fault
because you're greedy."
And then the one sitting says,
"That's what you say."
And the one standing says, "Oh, sure.
He loved his wife and
cousin he didn't even know he had."
I knew it. And that's
when the one sitting
went for the jugular, right?
No. She went for the
jugular when she said,
"You're going to jail, Vira, honey.
They are gonna lock you up."
And bingo.
- Hello.
- Sam Hodiak.
Really? What do you want?
I want to know where Emma is.
What do you mean, where she is?
You know where she is. She's with...
No, she isn't. Did she come back home?
No.
Do you know where she might be?
- Ask my wife.
- I'm asking you.
Well, I don't know,
so I'm telling you, ask my wife.
There's a call for you, Detective.
If you're leaving, I can take a message.
- Who is it?
- A Dennis Wilson.
- I'll take it here.
- Okay. It's on line two.
Yeah, Mr. Wilson? Hi,
this is Detective Hodiak.
Thanks for getting back
to me. I'm a big fan.
Yeah, no, I'm calling about
a houseguest of yours,
a Charles Manson? Yeah.
Do you have a minute to talk about him?
Because it would be remiss of me,
as an officer of the law, not
to tell you everything I know.
Rise.
- Tina Greenwood,
reported missing right
after Thanksgiving.
- Who is this?
- I've gotta go.
Business to take care of.
It's that creep sending
me those photographs.
I recognize that voice.
Johnson bullied the South Vietnamese
into a cease-fire deal.
We tell Saigon we'll offer them
a better deal after the election.
What you're suggesting is
a violation of the Logan Act.
Uh, my wife, Jeannie.
- Dinner smells wonderful.
- We already ate.
If you want some, there's
dishes in there.
You can have the rest.
I'm Dennis. You got
some good music in you.
- Miss Karn?
- Yeah?
Mr. Wilson sent us for you.
I found it, the needle and the...
Oh, no, baby, that was for work.
That was just for work.
I just had to make it look like...
You're gonna look me in the eye
and tell me that that's the truth?
Yes. Honest, that is the truth.
Folger, Abigail N. Blood type B.
Frykowski, Wojciech. Blood type B.
Parent, Steven Earl. Blood type B.
Sebring, Thomas John. Blood type O.
Polanski, Sharon Marie. Blood type O.
The following samples were
taken from various locations
within the Polanski house and exterior.
Blood on block wall which
separates entry hall
from living room, type O.
Blood near southern portion
of the living room, type B.
Blood pool in area of Polanski's body
and Sebring's body and rope
they were tied with, type O.
Blood on shutter of master bedroom door
leading to the outdoor area,
also large blood pool on
floor beneath the shutter,
both type B.
Blood on walkway from
master bedroom exit
toward area where Abigail Folger
was found, type B.
Brian, I said breakfast! Come on!
You're really gonna be late now.
You do not look good.
Can you... can you
take that out of here?
You're soaking wet, but you don't...
You don't have a fever.
Please, get it out of here.
Get what out of here?
The... the smell, it's gonna...
Brian, it's just coffee.
What is this?
- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.
- I don't know.
- Yes, you do.
The cam mechanism inside the phone
will open and close six times
as the dial returns
to the home position,
thus sending six
pulses to the central office.
How do you know so much about this?
My old man worked for
the phone company.
But anyway, it's just
racks of mechanical switches.
You dial and a line
selector uses the clicks
on your rotary phone to
figure out which rack
to connect your call to.
You dial a five and it
goes to the five series rack.
Then you dial a seven, it
goes to the seven rack
in the five series,
and so on. You get it?
Nope.
To trace a call on
a mechanical switch,
they gotta check where
that wire runs to,
then see where that wire runs to.
And if it's a long-distance call,
they gotta go to the central office
that connected that
call to the city. Then...
Why can't you
just say we're not gonna
be able to trace the guy that called me?
Oh, that's right. You can
never just say anything.
Well, here's a thought.
Next time he calls,
just ask him where he
is. Cut out the middleman.
Why don't you just spill
coffee a couple more places
and say that's the
way it's supposed to look?
Like a polka dot thing. Or change.
- Change to what?
- The way you eat,
you don't bring a spare shirt to work?
Last Monday, your desk after
you took down that macaroni salad?
Looked like you don't have thumbs.
"Spare" shirt? What
am I, made of shirts?
- You're cute.
- Boy, you're not.
- So let me borrow a shirt.
- Sweet the way you think
I'm gonna want it back.
- Where is she?
- Who?
- Emma.
- Mm.
I told her to go talk to
you. She didn't come back.
But I thought you
were her and she is you
and all that other confetti
you blow up those poor kids' cornholes,
so seems like you shouldn't
have to ask where she is.
Did you tell her to go see her
mommy and daddy or something?
She wouldn't have, even if I did.
She told me she was
free and happy where she was,
unless she was lying.
She wasn't.
Fine. But still...
Your love's all about freedom, right?
So you told her to
go see me and she did?
Maybe she just kept right on going.
You ever know something and
you don't know how you know it?
Just know it because you
know people, Detective?
You detect their whys and wherefores.
- There a point to this?
- Emma's gone her own way
before when she wanted to.
This time, she didn't want to.
You seem really worried about it.
- You're sure enjoying it, huh?
- Oh, yeah.
Last night, as I went to sleep,
I thought "Tomorrow I hope
to stand around in the alley
behind the station talking to
some hairy, bug-eyed munchkin."
And here we are.
You can joke on me all you want,
but something's happened to her,
something she didn't choose.
Now, I don't got the
resources to find out what.
But you do. So I'm putting it down here.
You don't pick it up, it'll be on you.
You got enough haunting you already.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
Ask a mirror, Sam.
"Ca phe sua da?"
Is that right?
"Ca phe sua da." Iced coffee.
Well... iced milk coffee,
to be more exact.
You're a lawyer. I
assume you like things
to be defined exactly.
You are right. I do.
It's very strong.
Saigonese in particular
find coffee in the West
to be, uh, ineffective.
I can see that. It's very sweet, also.
Ah, that's the condensed milk.
But please, if you don't like it...
Can I tell you,
I'm a black coffee man.
I was prepared to suffer
through this for diplomacy's sake.
But it's delicious. I'm
not suffering at all.
Mmm.
When the French first planted
coffee in Vietnam, it thrived.
A success by any standards but theirs.
They wanted their café au lait,
but we didn't have enough
dairy cows to satisfy them.
So they used condensed
milk, the canned milk,
which gives it its sweetness also.
- And the ice?
- Our country is very hot.
Over the years, a belief
has arisen that "ca phe sua da"
can be a bridge between people.
Is that right? How so?
Drinking it together helps people relax.
It can make messages easier to deliver,
and difficult things easier to say.
Ah.
This eleventh-hour cease-fire,
the peace talks in Paris,
I have a message about them,
a message from my boss to yours.
- What is it?
- To hold on,
till after the election.
Hold on because he is gonna
win, and when he does,
the Nixon presidency will
give General Thieu
the support he needs and
not leave him hung out to dry
on the world stage.
A very important message,
delivered very well.
It's true. That coffee is a bridge.
Okay.
Okay.
Meg.
Who are they here to see?
The one lady asked for Sergeant Navas
about a traffic accident.
- That they were in?
- No.
She filed a missing
persons that just got put together
with a hit-and-run
fatality on Rossmore.
It was an older man,
her fiancé, she says.
Isn't that sweet? I mean, and sad.
Because he's dead. Why?
Ah, there's just something
familiar about those two.
- But not in a good way.
- Olena Kravchuk.
Yeah, that's not helping very much.
- Did the other one sign in?
- No.
Go tell her that we're keeping
a statistical record
of all our walk-in visitors
to better help serve the
needs of the community.
- We are? Mm-hmm.
- Yes.
Why you lurking up here?
I thought Cutler was
out of town this week.
I'm not lurking. Come here.
Vira Boyko.
They're both Ukrainian.
Maybe they remind me of my grandma.
She wants the accident report on him
so she can file with
California Life Annuity Insurance,
except I don't have
it, so I gotta go check
why the coroner hasn't signed off,
'cause I have nothing else to do today.
I can go for you.
Why? Why would you do that?
There's just something bugging
me about those two.
Maybe talking to
Spring will jog my memory.
You won't owe me a favor, all right?
Oh, I know I won't. I didn't ask.
You volunteered.
Why can't you just ever be happy?
You hammertoe.
A hit-and-run fatality, old guy.
Sergeant Navas said you hadn't released
the accident report yet.
David Koch, 77.
Multiple rib fractures, skull fracture.
I'm just waiting on the toxicology.
Why? What do you think that'll show?
Well, he didn't step off a curb
or cross against the light
or one of your more
traditional hit-and-run scenarios.
Mr. Koch got run over while he
was lying down in an alley.
So I'm assuming
either liquor or drugs...
That's it!
- You know Joe Wilson?
- Before my time.
But we played poker at
your place once, I think.
- Dear God.
- I'll take that.
I know what that is.
So Joe's old guy was run
over when he was lying down too?
That I don't remember,
but now I do remember
who showed up to claim the body.
Miss Kravchuk, Miss Boyko,
Hi, thank you for waiting so patiently.
Hodiak. It's Ukrainian name.
It is. That's right.
That's about the limit of my repertoire.
My grandmother was from L'viv,
but she died when I was very young.
Oh, I also know how to say,
"Samson, it would make
your babunia very happy
if you would become a priest."
What's the word for "priest"?
Yeah.
- You did not listen.
- I did not listen, no.
Well, I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you.
The report that you
wanted is not ready yet.
The coroner has a backlog of
cases, and he's understaffed,
so apologies.
She's frustrated, very much.
She's, uh... she's feeling
like she cannot mourn for her loss
while all of this is overhanging.
I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna make this case a priority
for my countrywomen who remind
me of my babunia, okay?
But it's still gonna take a little time,
so you will have to come back.
When?
Tomorrow? Okay?
So, what, now they're leaving?
Yeah. But they'll be back, tomorrow.
Oh, and also, I think they
might be murderers.
The body's what you'd
expect from a hit-and-run.
A lot of blunt force to the upper body.
He wasn't lying down.
They do a toxicology?
Yeah, his blood level was Irish.
In and of itself, not suspicious.
It was the crime scene that hinked me.
They found a bicycle near
him with the front wheel removed.
Well, maybe changing a flat tire.
No, they found the wheel. It wasn't flat.
No car parts or glass frags?
No headlight pieces,
no debris, nothing.
And then there was the
ID he had on him...
A folded up piece of paper
with his name written on it.
Yeah, but, Joe, the guy was 82.
We'll be lucky when we're 82
if all we need reminding
about is our names.
Well, you might be right, but look.
It just doesn't seem like the
note was for him so much.
It seemed like it was more for us.
And then Vicky Varicose
and the other one show up
claiming to be the
corpse's long-lost cousin.
Asking for the case report.
For the insurance policy.
I mean, I wasn't happy,
but what was I gonna do?
So you called me in
here to make me feel bad
about the case I shanked, huh?
Here's the deal I want to make you.
I want to lock up those two biddies,
if not for murder, then at
least for insurance fraud,
in your memory.
Well, I'm not dead, but thanks.
Well, it couldn't happen to a
nicer pair of evil old broads.
So what deal are we making?
I've been getting these
photos sent to me.
- Anonymous.
- Fan mail-type thing?
- She cute?
- Mm, girls tied up, terrified.
One's been connected to a body now.
And yesterday, I got a
call at my desk, from the guy.
Yeah? Well, what'd he say?
Nothing helpful, but
the voice sounded familiar.
And after today, trying
so hard to remember
where I knew those grandmas from
and realizing it was
one of your old cases,
I thought maybe this guy is
from one of my old cases.
So I thought maybe you
could go over my closed homicides,
follow up on the actors,
maybe see if anybody's been paroled?
This is your mission.
Please choose to accept it.
- Eh.
- Thank you.
- Sam.
- Jeannie, hi.
I am so sorry we weren't
at Opal's funeral, Sam.
- But Ed was just sick as a dog.
- I understand.
- Are you looking for Ed?
- No, silly.
He's at a leadership
conference in San Pedro.
Yeah, I know. I just...
I didn't know if you...
I made you my three-layer ribbon loaf.
You really did.
I remembered how much you loved it
at Beverly's confirmation.
Yes, I said that.
You did.
The top layer is shrimp salad.
Middle is nut and olive,
then deviled ham and pimento.
- So much chopping.
- Mm.
That... that whole loaf is for me?
Hope you're hungry.
So where are the kids?
- They're at my sister's.
- Mm-hmm.
So you made this three-layer ribbon loaf
and put on this lovely outfit
and dropped your kids
off with your sister
and drove all the way
here from Hancock Park
while Ed was in San Pedro, for me?
Oh, Jeannie. Jeannie.
Oh, Sam.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh, my God.
No, there's nothing to
be sorry about. I just...
I don't think you thought this through.
I just...
I can't... I'm so...
Tired. I'm so...
Come. Come on. Come on. Come on.
Oh, I'm sorry. You
must think I'm so stupid.
No one thinks you're stupid, Jeannie.
Oh...
Ed thinks I'm stupid.
No, Ed loves you.
No.
Ed had an affair with Opal.
Did you know that?
I'll just bet you did.
I know Ed made a mistake,
and I know he's sorry,
and I know that doesn't justify it,
and I know that you're a
saint and he doesn't deserve you
and you don't deserve this.
And I also don't want to be the one
that tells tales out
of school, but I know
that when Ed gets
back, he's gonna take you
on a big, romantic trip to Catalina.
Carmel. Carmel.
Oh.
Well...
- That'll be lovely.
- Mm-hmm.
I won't tell him I knew about it.
No, that's a good idea.
Like your place.
It's real cozy.
Get up.
Get up and hands on the wall.
You misunderstand me, friend.
Maybe so, 'cause I sure don't
get why you're laughing.
I almost beat you to
death in your own house once.
I find you in mine. Why
wouldn't I just shoot you?
Even in the face of
death, I do not cling to life!
I was an altar boy,
you derelict. Sit down.
Don't quote scripture to me
and think that I'm gonna
think you made it up.
Now, what were you trying
to prove, doing this, huh?
Just showing me you were
good at sneaking into places
you're not wanted? I already knew that.
I came to ask if you'd found Emma.
Not yet.
Like your music boxes, man.
- About to see how they...
- Sit down!
How'd you find my address, anyway?
I was wandering around
outside your station house
till I come upon a pink-cheeked
young buck in uniform.
And I told him I was your
confidential criminal informant
and that you had told me
to meet you at your place,
of which I had forgot the address.
I was waiting on the
landing for you for a while,
but then I saw your balcony,
and made me wonder.
And I don't like to wonder.
I like to know.
What's that you dropped there?
Oh, that is a, uh...
That is a three-layer
frosted ribbon loaf.
Loaf of cake or bread or...
I don't know. I'm not sure. It's unclear.
You're welcome to try to
find out, if you'd like.
Investigate.
Who made it? Your woman?
No.
- You got a woman?
- No.
You been married?
You seem like you'd be married.
Not that you'd want
to, but that you would be.
I've been married. You?
Yeah, a couple of times.
Oh, give me a taste, I'll...
I'll tell you a tale.
Rosalie.
Her dad was a good buddy of mine,
when I was working at Wheeling Downs.
You, working?
Yes, sir, clearing out the stables,
taking care of the horses.
Anyway, Cowboy Willis,
Rosie was his daughter.
We wanted to make a life for
ourselves in California,
you know, get away from people thinking
they knew all what we
were, you know, but...
I keep thinking the
frosting's gonna be sweet,
but it's more like a cheese.
How about Rosalie?
See, right before we
left, Rosie got pregnant.
So I stole a Mercury to drive us out.
Wanted her to be comfortable, you know.
But in L.A., some cop runs
our license plates,
and my probation gets revoked.
Three years in Terminal.
Mm. What'd Rosie do?
Ah, she kept with me for a while,
you know, bring the
kid to visit and such.
But then she served me with the
papers while I was in the joint.
Last I heard, she and Charlie Junior
were living with some farmer
cat back in Appalachia.
You said you married twice.
Who was the second one?
Aww. Leona.
She was one of my girls.
We got arrested in New Mexico.
I was pimping her out in Lordsburg.
You were pimping out your own wife?
Wasn't married then.
No, after Lordsburg, I was
looking at the Mann Act,
so I married her so she couldn't
testify against me.
Uh, that's smart, smart.
Yeah. She did, though.
They scared her into it.
Wouldn't have been hard, her
being pregnant and all.
What'd Leona do then?
She stuck around for two, three years.
Didn't come up to visit, though.
Never met the kid.
Nah, she ended up taking
him back to Denver.
Another Charlie Junior,
in case you're wondering.
So you got one boy you've
seen a couple times
and one you've never seen, huh?
- That's tough.
- Maybe.
Or, you know, maybe it's
like any other change
you pass through.
Expands your consciousness, man.
Pain, pain is like fear.
Helps you grow,
grow so you can get to the now.
What? You don't believe it?
No. Neither do you.
No?
Why do you say that?
You don't use your
pain and fear to get anyplace.
You don't use them to grow.
You don't use them at all.
You use people.
You think you deserve to.
And your pain and your fear
are the reasons you think you do.
I'm a detective, remember?
I detect the whys and the wherefores?
Damn it, I'm gonna eat some of that.
Now, you want some more?
Let's try not to be savages.
Let's use some silverware.
Need another blanket?
I don't know. I don't... no.
No.
What is that?
It's grapefruit juice and
a peanut butter sandwich.
Milk of magnesia.
It's supposed to help with
constipation and diarrhea.
Not sure how it could do both, exactly.
Who says?
Who said that?
My brother.
I called, and I told him that
my social welfare class
was talking about drug addiction,
and I asked about those
VA detox programs
and what goes on in those.
I told him that it
was for me, for school.
Ah! Ah! Cramp, cramp.
Okay, let me... Let me rub it.
- Just...
- No! No.
Don't touch me.
He said...
that the length of withdrawal depends on
how long the person's been taking heroin
and how much of it.
And he said however long and
however much the person says,
it's always longer and more.
Leadership.
- Communication skills.
- If you say so.
Five million guys saying so.
Lawyers, bankers.
You know, out at Terminal Island,
there's a waiting
list to take the course,
'cause if you do it right,
you could sell ice to an Eskimo, Jack.
Hell, you're doing it in your job,
and you don't even know it.
Oh, yeah?
I'm winning friends and
influencing people?
Sure are, 'cause you're pushing an idea,
an idea that some two-bit schmo
sitting across from you
should jam himself up, put himself
in jail, on your say-so.
Now, he doesn't want to buy that.
How do you make him?
You tell me, Dale Carnegie.
You begin in a friendly manner,
you know, genuinely interested.
You let him do the talking.
You make the fault seem easy to correct.
You arouse in him an eager want, right?
Yeah.
You appeal to his nobler motives.
You let that man feel that
the idea is all his.
Is that what you do
with those young girls?
How you get them to leave their mamas
and come serve you naked and
barefoot up in Topanga?
You make 'em think it was their idea?
Ain't in Topanga no more.
That place was locked into a bad trip.
Ah, you seemed pretty
happy up there to me.
Lucky for me, then, I met a guy
at the tippy top of
it in the music world,
and he gave me and
mine a standing invitation.
Good for you.
Lives up above Sunset,
up there in the hills.
- Rolls and a Ferrari.
- Must be nice.
It is.
What'd you say he does again?
He's a musician, man.
- Dennis Wilson.
- Right, right.
- The Beach Boys?
- Yes. Yeah, yeah.
I'm surprised, though, you.
I mean, he seems a
little all-American for you,
a little... a little
hokey, a little square?
Well, that's his part he has to play.
But, uh, inside,
he's looking for something
real, just like I am.
Is that what it is about Emma?
What what is?
You got a lot of girls around you.
- More all the time.
- And it makes sense
for a guy coming from being a pimp,
but what doesn't make sense to me
is your focus on Emma.
What is she, the prettiest?
Best in the sack?
Lord knows she's not the most obedient.
Well, she's finding her way.
Got a lot of programming to get free of,
but, uh, she's a good girl,
helpful girl.
Must be, very helpful,
for you to ask a cop to help find her,
especially me.
What's she so helpful with?
It's just something...
something that's fascinating about her.
I don't know if I
even know what it is...
but, uh, people can't get enough.
People like Dennis
Wilson, of The Beach Boys?
Dennis for sure, but his buddies too,
you know, his big
world-by-the-tail buddies,
people like Gregg
Jakobson, Terry Melcher.
I mean, Terry's the
son of a damn movie star,
but one look at Emma, she's got him.
Wow.
Maybe she's the real you
all are looking for so hard.
- Maybe.
- Maybe she left you.
So maybe the real isn't looking for you.
There's a whole
world out there that's real,
a whole world that
starts where this one ends.
You know, maybe, maybe
our love has been corrupted
so bad that you and I, we
just can't see it anymore.
Hmm.
I've seen it...
more than once.
Had a different name every time...
Kwajalein, Leyte, Okinawa.
Yep. Plainfield.
School for Boys.
13, I was ganged in the
feed bins in the dairy silo.
They used tobacco juice.
I asked Jesus to
come and take me, but, uh...
he wasn't listening.
Now... why would I tell
you something like that?
Must be this rotgut here.
Or maybe I aroused in
you an eager want to tell.
Thanks.
All right.
♪ Should have known
it from the very start ♪
♪ This girl was gonna break my heart ♪
♪ Listen now, I'm telling you ♪
♪ Keep away from Runaround Sue ♪
♪ Hey, yeah ♪
♪ Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ahh... ♪
♪ Here's a story from a guy who knows ♪
♪ Fell in love, and
my love still grows ♪
♪ Ask any fool she ever knew ♪
♪ They'll say, stay
away from Runaround Sue ♪
♪ Come on, hey, yeah, whoo ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ahh... ♪
I gotta collar some
sleep before my next shift,
so let's call it a night.
Okay.
Let's use the door this time,
not the drainpipe.
Heh.
But, uh...
What about our business?
You finding Emma.
I'll look for Emma today.
Oh.
Hmm.
Feels good. Bygones and all.
Burying the hatchet.
Burying hatchets does feel good.
What time is it?
Tomorrow.
Can you try to drink something, please?
Maybe. Yeah.
Maybe in a minute.
Thank you.
For what?
For being kind...
when you don't have to be...
When I've been lying to you.
You should tear me apart.
My brother would
write me from over there
about all these grunts he knew
who were using to get through it...
To chase away the things they had to do
or just not think about being there.
And then he came home.
And he brought you with him.
You wore a green dress...
Reading a book...
Poetry.
Gwendolyn Brooks.
Were you doing it then?
No. Not anymore.
I didn't know what I
was looking at exactly,
but I knew something was there,
enough that I almost asked right then
whether one of
those grunts had been you.
Almost.
But I didn't ask.
I saw it in you the
moment that I met you.
And I married you anyway.
So, no, I am not being kind right now.
I am just accepting the
part of this that's mine.
Okay, just lift your toes up like this.
I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorry, baby.
Can I leave a message? Great.
Can you have him
call Detective Sam Hodiak
at the Hollywood Division?
No, it's not about
anything he's done, mm-mm.
It's information on a
matter that concerns him, yes.
Thank you. Thank you.
Mike Devoe was
kicked to death in the yard.
Stu Wilkinson died of
some kind of cancer.
- Oh, no.
- And Lonny Thompson
fell off the tier at Chino.
Jaime Perez was old.
It's all good news to me.
You know, I've been thinking about...
- Might want to come back.
- Come back where, here?
Detective Squad?
Yeah, I've been thinking about it.
No, no, you got it made.
You're self-employed.
Yeah, but I hate my boss.
But you don't remember how it is.
It's all paperwork and phone calls,
and you hate the
phone, and you can't spell.
Remember, the Loo used
to offer cash prizes
to anyone who could translate
your reports.
Remember "gralefrit"?
"Grapefruit." And
you knew what I meant.
Gralefrit. Gralefrit.
- He here?
- Yep.
Tell him to sit tight.
All right, I have a plan,
and I was gonna use
one of the guys here.
But since you want to be unretired,
I guess that guy is you.
Ladies.
Hi, good to see you. Hi, hi.
Uh, we came back, how you say.
- We know you were busy.
- Mm-hmm.
But if you have report, we can go.
Oh, I'm sorry. The
report is not quite ready,
but this is perfect
timing, because this gentleman
showed up today, and he
needed some more information,
and it makes more sense for him
to get it from you than from me, so...
- And he's who?
- George Babbitt,
from California Life Annuity Insurance.
Just have some questions,
some policy discrepancies.
Can I make a phone call? And
then is there somewhere
I can question Misses
Boyko and Kravchuk?
Absolutely. Officer Frazetta?
Yes. If you'd just follow me...
Can I get you ladies any coffee or...
No.
I mean, personally, I
could stand here all day.
Oh, "Sammy, I want to be a cop again.
I want to come back to
the station, eh, eh."
Holy...
Whoa, separate them!
Sep...
Separate. I'll be...
All right, I'll be in in a minute.
Joe, this is my uncle, Danilo Hodiak.
- Oh.
- Those two nasty biddies
were from an old
case of Joe's, Joe Wilson.
Oh, it's a pleasure. Yeah, yeah.
Well, anyway...
What do you got?
- The one standing...
- Uh-huh.
Says to her, "You
see what's happening?"
The one sitting says, "Be quiet."
The one standing says, "We
didn't have any problems.
This is all your fault
because you're greedy."
And then the one sitting says,
"That's what you say."
And the one standing says, "Oh, sure.
He loved his wife and
cousin he didn't even know he had."
I knew it. And that's
when the one sitting
went for the jugular, right?
No. She went for the
jugular when she said,
"You're going to jail, Vira, honey.
They are gonna lock you up."
And bingo.
- Hello.
- Sam Hodiak.
Really? What do you want?
I want to know where Emma is.
What do you mean, where she is?
You know where she is. She's with...
No, she isn't. Did she come back home?
No.
Do you know where she might be?
- Ask my wife.
- I'm asking you.
Well, I don't know,
so I'm telling you, ask my wife.
There's a call for you, Detective.
If you're leaving, I can take a message.
- Who is it?
- A Dennis Wilson.
- I'll take it here.
- Okay. It's on line two.
Yeah, Mr. Wilson? Hi,
this is Detective Hodiak.
Thanks for getting back
to me. I'm a big fan.
Yeah, no, I'm calling about
a houseguest of yours,
a Charles Manson? Yeah.
Do you have a minute to talk about him?
Because it would be remiss of me,
as an officer of the law, not
to tell you everything I know.
Rise.