Aquarius (2015–2016): Season 2, Episode 9 - Episode #2.9 - full transcript
Previously on Aquarius...
No, Kenny.
Buddy, you can't...
No!
What? What did he say?
Hal's gonna live.
Doctors say
you'll never walk again.
I have to think there's some
cosmic justice at work here.
I need you to take a drop from a
CI with the black separatists.
Hey, Wanda? I'm Perry's friend.
Thank you.
It's ready, Dennis.
My new song.
That's great, that's great, man.
Hold on a second.
I was just thinking,
instead of "cease to exist,"
what if it was
"cease to resist"?
Hell, this ain't
no damn sing-along.
I found it. The needle...
When do we finally get to meet Emma?
Semester must be over soon.
Daddy, they keep asking
about Emma.
I think we need
to do something.
Miss.
I'll tell Ken
once we have her.
Thank you.
I want to
remember this forever.
This is the moment
that everything changes.
You did it, Charlie.
We're here,
and you got us here.
Savor this, okay?
Let us love you.
- All right.
- Yeah.
Let's...
All righty, let's...
Let's hear The Beach Boys sing
old Charlie's sweet, sweet song.
All right.
Pretty...
Did Dennis do that to my song?
Change it?
Charlie, man,
it's a process, with the boys.
It's always kind of,
like, evolving.
It's not...
It's not even my words,
my melody.
It's...
It's not my nothing!
It's got to be mine.
Change it back.
Look, I liked your version.
We both did, right?
Change it back
now.
Okay.
But only Dennis can.
Talk to Dennis.
We'll do whatever he says.
Yes?
Hey, hey, man,
it's Charlie. Open up.
Who?
Charlie Manson.
We live here.
Hang on.
Mr. Wilson isn't here.
Man, the girls are hungry,
and I got to pee, so...
You'll have to contact
Mr. Wilson directly.
Get him on the horn, then, now!
Hello?
Look, you open up that gate,
or I will hand-feed your
freaking ass to Mr. Wilson!
What is it?
My daughter, Emma...
She... She's gone.
Sam...
Get my little girl back.
No! No! No!
You're the devil!
Did my mom send you?
Can I go now?
Your mother
doesn't know you're here.
This is a mistake.
I don't belong here.
No, no, no. Please.
Detective, please come back!
I'm not
the mother you want?
Well, you're not
the child I want.
I came to ask
if you'd found Emma.
Not yet.
I'll look for Emma today.
And I get it. I do.
- I can't.
- I understand.
- I don't think you do.
- I do. I really do.
- Then, okay, so...
- Here's the thing.
- Detective, I've got to get back to...
- I understand.
- You keep saying that.
- Because I do.
But here's the thing,
it's not worth it.
Sorry. What's not?
I say some things. You say some things.
It ends up with me not seeing her.
And I don't want that
to happen to you.
You don't want
what to happen to me?
Exactly.
I'm really not following
you here, Detective...
Sorry, I didn't get your name.
But I got yours.
Now, I know, they said
no one sees her,
but I'm going to see her,
aren't I,
Dr. Katz?
Wasn't that hard, actually.
Phone company logs everything, and
it's not exactly the Pentagon.
I met a girl there who was
a big fan of See's candy,
named Candy, actually.
Weird?
Anyway, there's records of
your mom calling here a lot.
She come visit?
Mom?
Well, we...
She calls me.
I ask to speak to Daddy,
and she says he's busy.
Detective, why am I here?
Did you put me in here?
No.
I can't leave, though, right?
I mean, it's like jail.
What did I do?
I think your mother
is worried about
many things,
and it's complicated.
No, it's not.
I'm an embarrassment, right?
To the election.
How could they have
the perfect Republican family
when I'm out there
with Charlie and Dennis?
I'm never getting out of here.
Hey, Sarge. How you doing?
Lock her up like that, all to get
this guy in the White House?
- Yeah, I don't get it.
- I do.
Problem is, I don't know
what to do about it.
Hey, Hodiak, new batch
of Polaroids for you.
I don't suppose any of these
are from the actual doer.
I don't know.
Out of focus.
Too skinny.
- That knot isn't even tight.
- The knot is not even tight.
More copycats.
How do people have so
much time on their hands?
It's a long summer of reruns.
Good thing the new TV season
starts tonight.
When was the last time you got
something from the real guy?
It's been months now.
You think the press
you did scared him off?
No, I don't think so.
Something happened to him.
This guy's bread and butter is
sexual assault and homicide.
That's a fairly risky
career path.
What do you think?
About?
About what we're talking about.
Sorry. I'm not myself today.
Thank you, Charmain.
Sure.
We got a meeting with Cutler.
We do? -Yeah, we're late, actually.
Come on.
I thought you said
we were late.
You were better
when you were using.
- Excuse me?
- Heroin.
You were a better cop when you
were shooting it into your veins,
not as good as before, but...
- Hey, man, you don't talk to me this way.
- Apparently I am.
- And I don't have to listen.
- Yes, you do.
If only because
I guarantee you,
wherever you think
this is going, it is not.
No, I know exactly
where this is going.
Yeah, you're gonna tell me
you're such a crack detective,
you've known since day one.
Day three or four maybe.
And all this time you've been
practically autopsying me.
So here it is, your big final report.
I'm weak, stupid.
You saw this coming
from a mile away.
Hey, look, I've seen this
more than you.
And you're not gonna kick it
by white knuckling.
So, what?
Go rip off some dealers,
you can tie me off?
That's actually not very far
from what I'm thinking.
What?
Well, let's just
lose the jacket and tie.
We're gonna see
a friend of mine, all right?
Trust me. Your rebel heart
is gonna love this.
What's his name?
Smith.
The last one was named Smith.
All my informants
are named Smith.
- It's weird.
- So, first name, "John."
No, John was the last one.
This one is Jim.
- Just to keep them straight.
- He's awful clean-cut.
Pardon?
For a heroin-addicted snitch,
he's shiny.
Well, I ran him through
a car wash on the way over.
You want some?
No, thank you.
I have an actual
mortal hatred of tea.
You know, sometimes
I think you just say things
'cause you like the way
they sound.
That could be true, actually.
It'll be 50 a session.
I'll keep him on a low dose and
gradually taper him down to methadone.
Who's your supplier?
- Wow.
- What?
You just sounded
like a cop just now.
Sorry?
I'll take good care of him,
Sam, just like all the others.
He'll get clean, and after
that, it's up to him.
Here, smell.
That's tea?
That smells
good, actually.
It is pretty good, actually.
Hey.
Jim Smith, Billi Gunderson.
- Pleasure, Mr. Smith.
- Hi.
Jim, like I told you, Billi
is the best at what she does,
and nobody knows what she does.
See? You just like
how that sounds.
But it is true. Go ahead
and take a seat. -Yeah.
Hey,
I got something for you.
Here, it's a Saint Christopher.
Don't get too verklempt.
It's a loaner.
I give it to people
who are going through a time.
It's got good history.
All right.
It's not just looking
like a victory for Richard M. Nixon,
but an almost unprecedented
landslide victory,
as the final electoral
college votes are tallied.
Everybody is happy.
And Nixon has selected Maryland's
governor, Spiro Agnew,
as his running mate for the
office of vice president.
You don't seem happy,
Detective.
It's okay. I know
you wanted to fix this,
but some things can't be fixed.
Do you want me
to say something?
To who?
Your mother.
Thank you, Maria.
Grace.
I don't think I need
to say it, do I?
Well, Maria let me in. I'll
leave as soon as you listen.
Tonight. It has to be tonight.
I waited for tonight because I
knew tonight was important.
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
I found her, Grace.
Three months ago, I found her.
And I've visited
every other week since.
My daughter.
You visited my daughter.
Have you?
Ever?
I hope, Grace,
I really hope that
now the election is over
that you'll let her
out of there.
Don't you tell me what I can and
can't do with my own child.
You asked me to find her
last year, remember?
You came to me and you asked me
to help bring your baby back.
What you brought back
isn't my girl.
All she did, all she ever
does, is embarrass me.
- Just let her go and live her life.
- And what about my life?
I helped win this election
as much as Ken or my father.
Me. And I'm gonna
help win more.
And you would rather do that
than be a mom, than help your...
I helped.
I loved.
I bandaged, kissed, drove,
nursed, worried myself sick.
Stayed with a man I barely know.
For what? To see her in jail,
where she tells me I put her there
'cause I'm such a loveless bitch.
I think that's what
being a parent is, Grace.
You love them and eat
a lifetime of pain in return.
Tell me how to be a parent.
You raised a traitor and put
his mother in the ground.
- Grace, do not...
- Touch me, and I'll kill you.
No, you'd have the help do it.
Right on cue.
- Grace...
- He was not invited.
Detective, we have eight Secret
Service agents on the premises.
Whatever the plan is here,
amend it, now.
I always wondered
what kept you two together.
Never thought it'd be Dick.
Excuse me.
- I'm looking for Detective Shafe.
- You are?
His wife.
Sergeant, is my husband here,
yes or no?
Apologies for...
Not exactly sure what.
- When will he be back?
- It's hard to say.
Thank you.
What's the problem, Lindenoff? I
got a run in my hose or something?
Where is he?
You told Sarge this was a police matter.
I happen to be a policeman.
Maybe I can help you.
It's about Bunchy Carter.
He was arrested for
assaulting a police officer...
Which doesn't sound like
Bunchy at all.
Sounds exactly
like Bunchy, actually.
It's smaller
than the other day.
Guess I'm doing okay.
How do you feel?
Good. Yeah, I feel good.
Thank you.
When do you switch me
to methadone?
I already did. Two weeks ago.
Wow. You're a sly one.
Can I be straight
with you, Jim?
Yeah, if I can be
straight with you.
I know your name's not Jim, and
I know you're not Sam's snitch.
I'm pretty sure you're a cop.
- Is that what you were gonna tell me?
- Pretty much.
- And what were you gonna tell me?
- I'm an addict.
- You still...
- No.
See, the thing is, after the
first time I kicked it,
I started saying
I was an addict.
Second time, same thing.
By the fifth time I kicked,
well, I just figured,
you know, maybe this isn't
something you ever leave behind.
So you're saying you're just gonna get
me clean and I'm just gonna relapse?
I'm saying you're gonna get clean, and,
yeah, I think you're gonna relapse.
Not because you're weak or bad,
but because relapse happens
more often than not.
And I'm saying this to you
because if I'm right,
I don't want you to lie or
hide, and don't kill yourself.
I'm not gonna kill myself. -You
don't know what you're gonna.
Neither do I.
Just promise me you'll come
back here and get clean
as many times as you need to.
Thank you.
You punch a cop?
- I did.
- Do I know my man?
- And your reason was righteous?
- Fully and inarguably.
More magnificent than Carnac.
So, details.
Without warrant or provocation,
half a dozen uniformed officers and
three detectives from your vice squad
from your Vice Squad
disarmed, searched, and assaulted
my security personnel.
When I objected, verbally,
they assaulted me and began a
search of our headquarters.
When you want to hear an
actual police report, Sam...
Brez, I will swing by.
In the meantime, you maybe want
to ice that eye a little bit.
All right, what'd they say
they were looking for?
Narcotics.
"One, no Black Panther party member
shall have narcotics in his possession."
"Two, if a Panther member should
have narcotics in his possession,"
"he will be expelled."
Rules one and two
of the party, right?
Close enough.
And yet that's
what the policemen found.
Because they brought them.
And you're 100% sure that
100% of your foot soldiers
and their women and their kids
are 100% clean?
Just as sure as you are that 100% of your
fellow officers never plant evidence.
All right, well, now you're just
trying to hurt my feelings.
What'd they say they found?
LSD.
Now, by this point, they'd already begun
to draw weapons and lay hands on us.
At which point, you...
Defended myself.
By throwing the first punch.
Don't lie, now.
He threw the first punch. But the
man hits like he plants evidence.
No technique.
I dropped him in one pop.
And?
Retaliation from his brothers
after they hooked me up.
I don't know, Bunchy.
If they convict you of this,
it's 13 years.
I mean, it was a hell of a right
cross, but was it worth it?
The evidence was planted.
- So you say.
- And which you can prove.
We got history, Hodiak.
I'm calling it in.
You want riots?
Just leave me right here.
So, if he admits he hit
a cop, then what can you do?
Believe him, which I do,
mainly because it's LSD,
which is kind of a groovy,
way-out, touch-the-stars,
"What's your white suburban
pain?" drug, you know?
These guys, they're into loading
magazines and storming the barricades.
- Just isn't them.
- So you want me to...
Yeah, well, this feels
too sophisticated for Vice.
It bears the sticky fingerprints and
bumbling competence of the Red Squad.
Yeah, I kind of thought that was
the direction you were headed.
So just do a little fishing,
see if you hear anything?
Sure.
Thank you.
Babe, how's that supposed
to come up in conversation?
I tell the guys
you're my wife, Kristin.
Not "my Negro wife," not "my
old black ball-and-chain."
No, but that's a good one.
Of course
you're taking his side.
I'm not. I don't think he's wrong, but
I don't think you're wrong, either.
I've been his wife almost as
long as he's been working here
and it's never come up,
not once?
It came up with me,
and the world didn't end.
'Cause you kept quiet.
Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but
most things that aren't my business,
I keep pretty mum about.
You didn't want a picture
of me on your desk?
Honey, no.
- See?
- Because nobody does that.
Kid pictures, fine, but
wife pictures tend to get...
They get decorated.
- Yeah.
- Sexually.
So you want me to bring in a picture
of Bernadette, that's fine, done.
I want you to want to put a picture
of Bernadette on your desk.
I want to bring in
a picture of Bernadette.
Whoa, there it is.
Why not? The exposition's
already out of the way.
So are you good for now?
'Cause I think I've got a way
to get Bunchy out.
But I need the police expertise
of your very charming,
very handsome husband.
See, babe? "Charming."
Keep me informed.
You know, I'm not positive,
but I don't think I'd get married
again if it cured cancer.
He didn't call?
He didn't even leave a message
with the maitre d'.
- Well, maybe he's sick.
- He is.
Daddy. Jamie.
He's sick to know that
one of his main lieutenants,
major fund-raiser, trusted confidant,
and future White House counsel
is a degenerate.
What, no probing question
as to why Bob Haldeman might
try to impugn your manhood?
No shocked denial?
No asking your husband how
such a mistake might happen?
No wondering how much
they know, Ken?
I'll save you
the embarrassing questions.
They know everything, from your
high-school doubles partner,
the busboy
on your wedding night...
Enough. -The hippie freak
who kidnapped Emma,
that South Vietnamese minister
last week.
Every sick secret you thought
you had on lockdown
is in a file
as fat as a phone book!
And when the thing
they care least about is
what a flagrant slut
my daughter is,
what doesn't have to be said
is that every single thing
my family has been
building towards for 19 years
is over.
I'm calling in the loans
on the firm.
You and Hal are terminated.
I hold the mortgage here.
I want you out.
Hope you have some money
in a shoe box.
Daddy, wait.
What are we supposed to do?
My advice?
Become Democrats.
That loser freak show
will throw their arms wide.
I'm looking for Hal Banyin.
Come on in.
They're in the bedroom.
It's just this way.
That's enough!
No! No!
No! No!
No, no!
No!
Enough!
That's enough!
What... What is...
- You want to watch? They like it.
- No!
Come in.
No!
No.
Don't stop.
He's gonna love it.
Hiya, pal.
All that vodka...
When there was this.
What a waste.
You sure you don't want
a little toke?
- Who did you tell?
- That's a tough question, Ken.
Easier question is,
who didn't I tell?
'Cause...
I told everyone.
Every client,
secretary, reporter,
associate,
my soon-to-be ex-wife.
Jehovah's Witness
came knocking, told him.
He's not gonna
forget that anytime quick.
Poor kid.
So now I guess I tell
what I know about you,
and we finish the job of
completely destroying each other.
Really?
You gonna tell about
the dead hooker you chopped
up and buried, Ken?
- She was yours.
- When she was alive, sure.
But it was all you, Ken.
So go ahead and tell,
'cause boy toys might get you
bounced from the country club,
but a dead girl?
That'll get you jail.
Your word against mine.
I don't think so.
- Hey, Chuck.
- Hey.
Hey there, Kenny-Ken.
Hey,
Hal's been a real good friend
to us, letting us crash here.
Of course,
Sadie and he have a real bond.
Sweet deal for everybody.
I can work on my music without having to,
you know, scramble for food and shelter.
Hal's been generous.
But then the girls are
generous right back, right?
Communal living,
wave of the future.
Yeah. Hey, Ken...
Bygones, babe.
Okay?
Atta boy.
So, I... I kind of
didn't tell you everything.
He's a cop.
This is a line of work you should
think about going into yourself.
Would I have to wear shoes?
Can I ask you
how do you keep them so clean?
Top secret hippie voodoo.
Sorry.
So my partner,
is he, what, 80%, 90%?
I need to know, 'cause
work's piling up and he's...
Also he's got some
domestic issues, so...
We're down to our last session,
so we're closing in on 100%.
Wow.
Thank you, Billi.
And thanks for the tea.
Well, it's tea, right?
What's it called again?
What are you doing tonight?
Working.
All night?
- Late.
- How late?
If you're not asking
what I think you're asking,
then I pre-apologize,
but if you are, then...
I am too old for you.
See, now, I thought
the same thing
but in a kind of
a different way, like...
Are you too old for me?
Do you see the difference, Sam?
- Yeah, I do.
- Yeah.
Your way, end of discussion.
My way, we find out.
Well...
I'd need you to wear shoes.
And I'm just trying to
get a wider view of things, so,
is the Bunchy Carter arrest
one of our operations?
What does that question
have to do with your job?
Like I said, I...
I'd just like to know
what the bigger plan is.
Because?
Because...
Your rabbi Hodiak is looking
to help his buddy Bunchy.
He wants to do something
that's done, it's his choice.
But it's not yours.
Unless I cut you loose,
which I will do if you ever ask
me another operational question.
You know where this is going.
Yes, sir.
I apologize.
Bust in Laurel Canyon
nine days ago, pot, speed, coke,
a lot more of that going on,
and 14 tabs of acid,
Blue Unicorn, to be exact.
Found on the Panthers.
See here?
And here.
What about the
actual tabs from Laurel?
Misfiled, I'm told. But the
case is gonna go fine.
All the other drugs
were accounted for.
And Bunchy's?
Lock and key.
Thank you.
I owe you one.
Quite the opposite, actually.
You were right.
Pass it on.
Hey.
Are you guys sure
you know what you're doing?
What I'm doing is surviving.
What the cops are doing,
that's up to them.
People gonna get hurt
no matter what.
Trick is, don't be one of them.
- You need to fix this.
- Fix it how?
They know.
Everyone knows everything.
Everyone always knows.
- Not this.
- This and worse, believe me.
Your father pulled his money.
Daddy is old and scared.
It's making him weak.
He's living in the past. We are
the future, Ken, you and me.
It's over, Grace.
It is not over. It is not.
This isn't just about you.
I have a future in this party
just as much as you do,
and we are sticking together
to get to that future.
No house, no firm. Everybody
laughing at us, excommunicated?
Ken, this is... This is a test.
Did Haldeman tell you
directly it's over? Did he?
- No.
- No.
This is a warning and a punishment,
but it is not the end,
for either of us.
Screw Daddy.
I have my trust and... And the
property in Santa Barbara.
I know you hid money overseas.
We'll barely miss a step.
So, what, we beg and threaten, and
I get a scrap of what I'm owed,
and you get to be assistant
committee chairwoman?
For now.
We keep fighting.
We make them need us.
I'm just so tired.
Ken,
what we have to
offer the party,
this country, matters.
But we have to do it together.
Ken, look at me.
I don't love you, and you don't
love me, and that's a relief,
because we want
the same things.
So, as long as we are both
discreet in private
and together in public,
nothing can stop us.
And what happens then, Grace?
We have all this power, but
what kind of people are we?
Our daughter locked away,
for what?
Ken, do you know when it's time
to let go of your children?
When you don't
recognize them anymore.
That's the time
you let go of anyone.
Becky Goodale has a rental
in Bel Air that's empty.
I'll move in there this week.
Brez, I love a good frame-up,
I do, but this is just sloppy.
I don't get it, Sam.
I mean, him, sure.
The wife and all.
Ooh. I would tread
carefully here.
But you, you know
what these animals are after.
They need to be put down.
Brez, Brez, Brez.
I'm doing you a favor here.
Just stop and walk away.
You threw a punch. He defended himself.
Walk away.
Or you're taking this to IA.
Me, IA? No.
I am.
Well, then you're
gonna get fired.
And then it's gonna
be in the papers,
and then you're gonna have the Panthers
marching outside your house until...
Forever.
All right, now, you tried to
do a favor for the Red Squad.
You screwed up. You got sloppy.
Now walk away.
You're right.
I couldn't care less
about any of this.
And I'm glad to get
some breaking news on you.
Really? What's that?
You like your officer brothers,
but you love you some...
Brez.
That's not the same eye, is it?
He got the same eye?
Brez, you really got to learn
to keep your hands up.
Yeah, yeah.
- Doesn't it hurt?
- It kills.
A little bit, yeah.
That's the point, right?
Yeah.
- What? You want it harder?
- Yeah.
Wait. Why'd you stop?
- Did you hurt him?
- What?
- No. No, that's hers.
- No.
I need to go to the hospital.
But Charlie
said no hospital.
I don't care. I need to go
to the hospital now.
Okay. Okay.
Guys, but you...
Sadie, you can't...
Hello?
Ken.
Detective.
Thank you.
I wasn't sure
if I could do this alone.
I didn't know who else to call.
Ironic.
Well, there's some papers
ready to be signed, so...
But...
It's just...
- What?
- There was a decision made,
and no one will say
who made it.
Is Emma all right?
She's had electroshock therapy.
You can ask her doctors
about the details.
But apparently
she's not quite herself,
and recovery
can take some time.
It could be permanent?
You have to talk to her doctors
about that.
I'll pull up the car.
I'll just be a minute,
then I'm taking you home.
Home.
We're gonna get you
all well again, my sweet girl.
All well.
He's my father, isn't he?
Yes.
He's nice.
Yeah.
Emma, I want to
give you something.
You're giving this to me?
Yeah.
To keep?
Yeah.
I forgot your name.
Sam.
Sam, it's beautiful.
It feels like
love.
Why am I crying?
I think those are
happy tears, Emma.
All right, here we go.
What do we mean
when we say "the Man"?
We mean the Beast.
That is what the Man is.
That is how the Man
must be dealt with.
You train a beast,
or you kill a beast.
There are no other options.
Train or kill.
Both involve discipline
of purpose,
seriousness of intent,
loyalty of our brothers and
sisters, in both the threat
and unleashing of violence.
The Man is armed, we are armed.
That's right.
The Man kills, we kill.
That's right.
This is the only
relationship respected by the Man,
because it is the only form of
relationship understood by the Man.
From this point forward,
we are a military organization
not in defense of our lives,
but at war for our future.
Yep. Too old for me.
Well,
it was nice.
Is your mother single?
Um, she acts like it, but, no.
- Even better.
- Sorry.
Come on.
Well, this is what comes
from not having any hobbies.
Can I at least go pee?
Not in the bed.
Hodiak.
Where?
How many?
Well, find out.
I'll be right there.
- Yes?
- Hey there, friend.
I'm looking for Terry Melcher and
Dennis Wilson, if he's here, too.
I'm sorry,
but I'm not sure if...
Look, whatever they're doing,
tell them to stop now and listen.
This is the Revelation, the end
of days, beginning of all time.
Look, we are in the middle...
Hey, tell Dennis I ain't mad.
I get it, I get it.
The Beach Boys
are a corporate asset.
What they done to my song,
that's just business, but this,
the Beatles, is prophecy.
And I am their instrument.
Dennis and Terry are gonna know
that the second they hear.
I'm sorry. Terry doesn't
live here anymore.
Hey, there, hell flower.
- Do you know where he is?
- I'm sorry, I don't.
Could I maybe use your phone?
I'm Charlie. I'm a
friend of Dennis's. -Hi.
We're in the middle
of a shoot, but...
It wouldn't take more than
two shakes of a lamb's tail.
Okay, I'll get the phone.
- All right, thanks.
- No.
- You need to go now.
- Well, the lady said yes...
We'll tell Terry if we see him.
Ciao.
No, Kenny.
Buddy, you can't...
No!
What? What did he say?
Hal's gonna live.
Doctors say
you'll never walk again.
I have to think there's some
cosmic justice at work here.
I need you to take a drop from a
CI with the black separatists.
Hey, Wanda? I'm Perry's friend.
Thank you.
It's ready, Dennis.
My new song.
That's great, that's great, man.
Hold on a second.
I was just thinking,
instead of "cease to exist,"
what if it was
"cease to resist"?
Hell, this ain't
no damn sing-along.
I found it. The needle...
When do we finally get to meet Emma?
Semester must be over soon.
Daddy, they keep asking
about Emma.
I think we need
to do something.
Miss.
I'll tell Ken
once we have her.
Thank you.
I want to
remember this forever.
This is the moment
that everything changes.
You did it, Charlie.
We're here,
and you got us here.
Savor this, okay?
Let us love you.
- All right.
- Yeah.
Let's...
All righty, let's...
Let's hear The Beach Boys sing
old Charlie's sweet, sweet song.
All right.
Pretty...
Did Dennis do that to my song?
Change it?
Charlie, man,
it's a process, with the boys.
It's always kind of,
like, evolving.
It's not...
It's not even my words,
my melody.
It's...
It's not my nothing!
It's got to be mine.
Change it back.
Look, I liked your version.
We both did, right?
Change it back
now.
Okay.
But only Dennis can.
Talk to Dennis.
We'll do whatever he says.
Yes?
Hey, hey, man,
it's Charlie. Open up.
Who?
Charlie Manson.
We live here.
Hang on.
Mr. Wilson isn't here.
Man, the girls are hungry,
and I got to pee, so...
You'll have to contact
Mr. Wilson directly.
Get him on the horn, then, now!
Hello?
Look, you open up that gate,
or I will hand-feed your
freaking ass to Mr. Wilson!
What is it?
My daughter, Emma...
She... She's gone.
Sam...
Get my little girl back.
No! No! No!
You're the devil!
Did my mom send you?
Can I go now?
Your mother
doesn't know you're here.
This is a mistake.
I don't belong here.
No, no, no. Please.
Detective, please come back!
I'm not
the mother you want?
Well, you're not
the child I want.
I came to ask
if you'd found Emma.
Not yet.
I'll look for Emma today.
And I get it. I do.
- I can't.
- I understand.
- I don't think you do.
- I do. I really do.
- Then, okay, so...
- Here's the thing.
- Detective, I've got to get back to...
- I understand.
- You keep saying that.
- Because I do.
But here's the thing,
it's not worth it.
Sorry. What's not?
I say some things. You say some things.
It ends up with me not seeing her.
And I don't want that
to happen to you.
You don't want
what to happen to me?
Exactly.
I'm really not following
you here, Detective...
Sorry, I didn't get your name.
But I got yours.
Now, I know, they said
no one sees her,
but I'm going to see her,
aren't I,
Dr. Katz?
Wasn't that hard, actually.
Phone company logs everything, and
it's not exactly the Pentagon.
I met a girl there who was
a big fan of See's candy,
named Candy, actually.
Weird?
Anyway, there's records of
your mom calling here a lot.
She come visit?
Mom?
Well, we...
She calls me.
I ask to speak to Daddy,
and she says he's busy.
Detective, why am I here?
Did you put me in here?
No.
I can't leave, though, right?
I mean, it's like jail.
What did I do?
I think your mother
is worried about
many things,
and it's complicated.
No, it's not.
I'm an embarrassment, right?
To the election.
How could they have
the perfect Republican family
when I'm out there
with Charlie and Dennis?
I'm never getting out of here.
Hey, Sarge. How you doing?
Lock her up like that, all to get
this guy in the White House?
- Yeah, I don't get it.
- I do.
Problem is, I don't know
what to do about it.
Hey, Hodiak, new batch
of Polaroids for you.
I don't suppose any of these
are from the actual doer.
I don't know.
Out of focus.
Too skinny.
- That knot isn't even tight.
- The knot is not even tight.
More copycats.
How do people have so
much time on their hands?
It's a long summer of reruns.
Good thing the new TV season
starts tonight.
When was the last time you got
something from the real guy?
It's been months now.
You think the press
you did scared him off?
No, I don't think so.
Something happened to him.
This guy's bread and butter is
sexual assault and homicide.
That's a fairly risky
career path.
What do you think?
About?
About what we're talking about.
Sorry. I'm not myself today.
Thank you, Charmain.
Sure.
We got a meeting with Cutler.
We do? -Yeah, we're late, actually.
Come on.
I thought you said
we were late.
You were better
when you were using.
- Excuse me?
- Heroin.
You were a better cop when you
were shooting it into your veins,
not as good as before, but...
- Hey, man, you don't talk to me this way.
- Apparently I am.
- And I don't have to listen.
- Yes, you do.
If only because
I guarantee you,
wherever you think
this is going, it is not.
No, I know exactly
where this is going.
Yeah, you're gonna tell me
you're such a crack detective,
you've known since day one.
Day three or four maybe.
And all this time you've been
practically autopsying me.
So here it is, your big final report.
I'm weak, stupid.
You saw this coming
from a mile away.
Hey, look, I've seen this
more than you.
And you're not gonna kick it
by white knuckling.
So, what?
Go rip off some dealers,
you can tie me off?
That's actually not very far
from what I'm thinking.
What?
Well, let's just
lose the jacket and tie.
We're gonna see
a friend of mine, all right?
Trust me. Your rebel heart
is gonna love this.
What's his name?
Smith.
The last one was named Smith.
All my informants
are named Smith.
- It's weird.
- So, first name, "John."
No, John was the last one.
This one is Jim.
- Just to keep them straight.
- He's awful clean-cut.
Pardon?
For a heroin-addicted snitch,
he's shiny.
Well, I ran him through
a car wash on the way over.
You want some?
No, thank you.
I have an actual
mortal hatred of tea.
You know, sometimes
I think you just say things
'cause you like the way
they sound.
That could be true, actually.
It'll be 50 a session.
I'll keep him on a low dose and
gradually taper him down to methadone.
Who's your supplier?
- Wow.
- What?
You just sounded
like a cop just now.
Sorry?
I'll take good care of him,
Sam, just like all the others.
He'll get clean, and after
that, it's up to him.
Here, smell.
That's tea?
That smells
good, actually.
It is pretty good, actually.
Hey.
Jim Smith, Billi Gunderson.
- Pleasure, Mr. Smith.
- Hi.
Jim, like I told you, Billi
is the best at what she does,
and nobody knows what she does.
See? You just like
how that sounds.
But it is true. Go ahead
and take a seat. -Yeah.
Hey,
I got something for you.
Here, it's a Saint Christopher.
Don't get too verklempt.
It's a loaner.
I give it to people
who are going through a time.
It's got good history.
All right.
It's not just looking
like a victory for Richard M. Nixon,
but an almost unprecedented
landslide victory,
as the final electoral
college votes are tallied.
Everybody is happy.
And Nixon has selected Maryland's
governor, Spiro Agnew,
as his running mate for the
office of vice president.
You don't seem happy,
Detective.
It's okay. I know
you wanted to fix this,
but some things can't be fixed.
Do you want me
to say something?
To who?
Your mother.
Thank you, Maria.
Grace.
I don't think I need
to say it, do I?
Well, Maria let me in. I'll
leave as soon as you listen.
Tonight. It has to be tonight.
I waited for tonight because I
knew tonight was important.
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
I found her, Grace.
Three months ago, I found her.
And I've visited
every other week since.
My daughter.
You visited my daughter.
Have you?
Ever?
I hope, Grace,
I really hope that
now the election is over
that you'll let her
out of there.
Don't you tell me what I can and
can't do with my own child.
You asked me to find her
last year, remember?
You came to me and you asked me
to help bring your baby back.
What you brought back
isn't my girl.
All she did, all she ever
does, is embarrass me.
- Just let her go and live her life.
- And what about my life?
I helped win this election
as much as Ken or my father.
Me. And I'm gonna
help win more.
And you would rather do that
than be a mom, than help your...
I helped.
I loved.
I bandaged, kissed, drove,
nursed, worried myself sick.
Stayed with a man I barely know.
For what? To see her in jail,
where she tells me I put her there
'cause I'm such a loveless bitch.
I think that's what
being a parent is, Grace.
You love them and eat
a lifetime of pain in return.
Tell me how to be a parent.
You raised a traitor and put
his mother in the ground.
- Grace, do not...
- Touch me, and I'll kill you.
No, you'd have the help do it.
Right on cue.
- Grace...
- He was not invited.
Detective, we have eight Secret
Service agents on the premises.
Whatever the plan is here,
amend it, now.
I always wondered
what kept you two together.
Never thought it'd be Dick.
Excuse me.
- I'm looking for Detective Shafe.
- You are?
His wife.
Sergeant, is my husband here,
yes or no?
Apologies for...
Not exactly sure what.
- When will he be back?
- It's hard to say.
Thank you.
What's the problem, Lindenoff? I
got a run in my hose or something?
Where is he?
You told Sarge this was a police matter.
I happen to be a policeman.
Maybe I can help you.
It's about Bunchy Carter.
He was arrested for
assaulting a police officer...
Which doesn't sound like
Bunchy at all.
Sounds exactly
like Bunchy, actually.
It's smaller
than the other day.
Guess I'm doing okay.
How do you feel?
Good. Yeah, I feel good.
Thank you.
When do you switch me
to methadone?
I already did. Two weeks ago.
Wow. You're a sly one.
Can I be straight
with you, Jim?
Yeah, if I can be
straight with you.
I know your name's not Jim, and
I know you're not Sam's snitch.
I'm pretty sure you're a cop.
- Is that what you were gonna tell me?
- Pretty much.
- And what were you gonna tell me?
- I'm an addict.
- You still...
- No.
See, the thing is, after the
first time I kicked it,
I started saying
I was an addict.
Second time, same thing.
By the fifth time I kicked,
well, I just figured,
you know, maybe this isn't
something you ever leave behind.
So you're saying you're just gonna get
me clean and I'm just gonna relapse?
I'm saying you're gonna get clean, and,
yeah, I think you're gonna relapse.
Not because you're weak or bad,
but because relapse happens
more often than not.
And I'm saying this to you
because if I'm right,
I don't want you to lie or
hide, and don't kill yourself.
I'm not gonna kill myself. -You
don't know what you're gonna.
Neither do I.
Just promise me you'll come
back here and get clean
as many times as you need to.
Thank you.
You punch a cop?
- I did.
- Do I know my man?
- And your reason was righteous?
- Fully and inarguably.
More magnificent than Carnac.
So, details.
Without warrant or provocation,
half a dozen uniformed officers and
three detectives from your vice squad
from your Vice Squad
disarmed, searched, and assaulted
my security personnel.
When I objected, verbally,
they assaulted me and began a
search of our headquarters.
When you want to hear an
actual police report, Sam...
Brez, I will swing by.
In the meantime, you maybe want
to ice that eye a little bit.
All right, what'd they say
they were looking for?
Narcotics.
"One, no Black Panther party member
shall have narcotics in his possession."
"Two, if a Panther member should
have narcotics in his possession,"
"he will be expelled."
Rules one and two
of the party, right?
Close enough.
And yet that's
what the policemen found.
Because they brought them.
And you're 100% sure that
100% of your foot soldiers
and their women and their kids
are 100% clean?
Just as sure as you are that 100% of your
fellow officers never plant evidence.
All right, well, now you're just
trying to hurt my feelings.
What'd they say they found?
LSD.
Now, by this point, they'd already begun
to draw weapons and lay hands on us.
At which point, you...
Defended myself.
By throwing the first punch.
Don't lie, now.
He threw the first punch. But the
man hits like he plants evidence.
No technique.
I dropped him in one pop.
And?
Retaliation from his brothers
after they hooked me up.
I don't know, Bunchy.
If they convict you of this,
it's 13 years.
I mean, it was a hell of a right
cross, but was it worth it?
The evidence was planted.
- So you say.
- And which you can prove.
We got history, Hodiak.
I'm calling it in.
You want riots?
Just leave me right here.
So, if he admits he hit
a cop, then what can you do?
Believe him, which I do,
mainly because it's LSD,
which is kind of a groovy,
way-out, touch-the-stars,
"What's your white suburban
pain?" drug, you know?
These guys, they're into loading
magazines and storming the barricades.
- Just isn't them.
- So you want me to...
Yeah, well, this feels
too sophisticated for Vice.
It bears the sticky fingerprints and
bumbling competence of the Red Squad.
Yeah, I kind of thought that was
the direction you were headed.
So just do a little fishing,
see if you hear anything?
Sure.
Thank you.
Babe, how's that supposed
to come up in conversation?
I tell the guys
you're my wife, Kristin.
Not "my Negro wife," not "my
old black ball-and-chain."
No, but that's a good one.
Of course
you're taking his side.
I'm not. I don't think he's wrong, but
I don't think you're wrong, either.
I've been his wife almost as
long as he's been working here
and it's never come up,
not once?
It came up with me,
and the world didn't end.
'Cause you kept quiet.
Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but
most things that aren't my business,
I keep pretty mum about.
You didn't want a picture
of me on your desk?
Honey, no.
- See?
- Because nobody does that.
Kid pictures, fine, but
wife pictures tend to get...
They get decorated.
- Yeah.
- Sexually.
So you want me to bring in a picture
of Bernadette, that's fine, done.
I want you to want to put a picture
of Bernadette on your desk.
I want to bring in
a picture of Bernadette.
Whoa, there it is.
Why not? The exposition's
already out of the way.
So are you good for now?
'Cause I think I've got a way
to get Bunchy out.
But I need the police expertise
of your very charming,
very handsome husband.
See, babe? "Charming."
Keep me informed.
You know, I'm not positive,
but I don't think I'd get married
again if it cured cancer.
He didn't call?
He didn't even leave a message
with the maitre d'.
- Well, maybe he's sick.
- He is.
Daddy. Jamie.
He's sick to know that
one of his main lieutenants,
major fund-raiser, trusted confidant,
and future White House counsel
is a degenerate.
What, no probing question
as to why Bob Haldeman might
try to impugn your manhood?
No shocked denial?
No asking your husband how
such a mistake might happen?
No wondering how much
they know, Ken?
I'll save you
the embarrassing questions.
They know everything, from your
high-school doubles partner,
the busboy
on your wedding night...
Enough. -The hippie freak
who kidnapped Emma,
that South Vietnamese minister
last week.
Every sick secret you thought
you had on lockdown
is in a file
as fat as a phone book!
And when the thing
they care least about is
what a flagrant slut
my daughter is,
what doesn't have to be said
is that every single thing
my family has been
building towards for 19 years
is over.
I'm calling in the loans
on the firm.
You and Hal are terminated.
I hold the mortgage here.
I want you out.
Hope you have some money
in a shoe box.
Daddy, wait.
What are we supposed to do?
My advice?
Become Democrats.
That loser freak show
will throw their arms wide.
I'm looking for Hal Banyin.
Come on in.
They're in the bedroom.
It's just this way.
That's enough!
No! No!
No! No!
No, no!
No!
Enough!
That's enough!
What... What is...
- You want to watch? They like it.
- No!
Come in.
No!
No.
Don't stop.
He's gonna love it.
Hiya, pal.
All that vodka...
When there was this.
What a waste.
You sure you don't want
a little toke?
- Who did you tell?
- That's a tough question, Ken.
Easier question is,
who didn't I tell?
'Cause...
I told everyone.
Every client,
secretary, reporter,
associate,
my soon-to-be ex-wife.
Jehovah's Witness
came knocking, told him.
He's not gonna
forget that anytime quick.
Poor kid.
So now I guess I tell
what I know about you,
and we finish the job of
completely destroying each other.
Really?
You gonna tell about
the dead hooker you chopped
up and buried, Ken?
- She was yours.
- When she was alive, sure.
But it was all you, Ken.
So go ahead and tell,
'cause boy toys might get you
bounced from the country club,
but a dead girl?
That'll get you jail.
Your word against mine.
I don't think so.
- Hey, Chuck.
- Hey.
Hey there, Kenny-Ken.
Hey,
Hal's been a real good friend
to us, letting us crash here.
Of course,
Sadie and he have a real bond.
Sweet deal for everybody.
I can work on my music without having to,
you know, scramble for food and shelter.
Hal's been generous.
But then the girls are
generous right back, right?
Communal living,
wave of the future.
Yeah. Hey, Ken...
Bygones, babe.
Okay?
Atta boy.
So, I... I kind of
didn't tell you everything.
He's a cop.
This is a line of work you should
think about going into yourself.
Would I have to wear shoes?
Can I ask you
how do you keep them so clean?
Top secret hippie voodoo.
Sorry.
So my partner,
is he, what, 80%, 90%?
I need to know, 'cause
work's piling up and he's...
Also he's got some
domestic issues, so...
We're down to our last session,
so we're closing in on 100%.
Wow.
Thank you, Billi.
And thanks for the tea.
Well, it's tea, right?
What's it called again?
What are you doing tonight?
Working.
All night?
- Late.
- How late?
If you're not asking
what I think you're asking,
then I pre-apologize,
but if you are, then...
I am too old for you.
See, now, I thought
the same thing
but in a kind of
a different way, like...
Are you too old for me?
Do you see the difference, Sam?
- Yeah, I do.
- Yeah.
Your way, end of discussion.
My way, we find out.
Well...
I'd need you to wear shoes.
And I'm just trying to
get a wider view of things, so,
is the Bunchy Carter arrest
one of our operations?
What does that question
have to do with your job?
Like I said, I...
I'd just like to know
what the bigger plan is.
Because?
Because...
Your rabbi Hodiak is looking
to help his buddy Bunchy.
He wants to do something
that's done, it's his choice.
But it's not yours.
Unless I cut you loose,
which I will do if you ever ask
me another operational question.
You know where this is going.
Yes, sir.
I apologize.
Bust in Laurel Canyon
nine days ago, pot, speed, coke,
a lot more of that going on,
and 14 tabs of acid,
Blue Unicorn, to be exact.
Found on the Panthers.
See here?
And here.
What about the
actual tabs from Laurel?
Misfiled, I'm told. But the
case is gonna go fine.
All the other drugs
were accounted for.
And Bunchy's?
Lock and key.
Thank you.
I owe you one.
Quite the opposite, actually.
You were right.
Pass it on.
Hey.
Are you guys sure
you know what you're doing?
What I'm doing is surviving.
What the cops are doing,
that's up to them.
People gonna get hurt
no matter what.
Trick is, don't be one of them.
- You need to fix this.
- Fix it how?
They know.
Everyone knows everything.
Everyone always knows.
- Not this.
- This and worse, believe me.
Your father pulled his money.
Daddy is old and scared.
It's making him weak.
He's living in the past. We are
the future, Ken, you and me.
It's over, Grace.
It is not over. It is not.
This isn't just about you.
I have a future in this party
just as much as you do,
and we are sticking together
to get to that future.
No house, no firm. Everybody
laughing at us, excommunicated?
Ken, this is... This is a test.
Did Haldeman tell you
directly it's over? Did he?
- No.
- No.
This is a warning and a punishment,
but it is not the end,
for either of us.
Screw Daddy.
I have my trust and... And the
property in Santa Barbara.
I know you hid money overseas.
We'll barely miss a step.
So, what, we beg and threaten, and
I get a scrap of what I'm owed,
and you get to be assistant
committee chairwoman?
For now.
We keep fighting.
We make them need us.
I'm just so tired.
Ken,
what we have to
offer the party,
this country, matters.
But we have to do it together.
Ken, look at me.
I don't love you, and you don't
love me, and that's a relief,
because we want
the same things.
So, as long as we are both
discreet in private
and together in public,
nothing can stop us.
And what happens then, Grace?
We have all this power, but
what kind of people are we?
Our daughter locked away,
for what?
Ken, do you know when it's time
to let go of your children?
When you don't
recognize them anymore.
That's the time
you let go of anyone.
Becky Goodale has a rental
in Bel Air that's empty.
I'll move in there this week.
Brez, I love a good frame-up,
I do, but this is just sloppy.
I don't get it, Sam.
I mean, him, sure.
The wife and all.
Ooh. I would tread
carefully here.
But you, you know
what these animals are after.
They need to be put down.
Brez, Brez, Brez.
I'm doing you a favor here.
Just stop and walk away.
You threw a punch. He defended himself.
Walk away.
Or you're taking this to IA.
Me, IA? No.
I am.
Well, then you're
gonna get fired.
And then it's gonna
be in the papers,
and then you're gonna have the Panthers
marching outside your house until...
Forever.
All right, now, you tried to
do a favor for the Red Squad.
You screwed up. You got sloppy.
Now walk away.
You're right.
I couldn't care less
about any of this.
And I'm glad to get
some breaking news on you.
Really? What's that?
You like your officer brothers,
but you love you some...
Brez.
That's not the same eye, is it?
He got the same eye?
Brez, you really got to learn
to keep your hands up.
Yeah, yeah.
- Doesn't it hurt?
- It kills.
A little bit, yeah.
That's the point, right?
Yeah.
- What? You want it harder?
- Yeah.
Wait. Why'd you stop?
- Did you hurt him?
- What?
- No. No, that's hers.
- No.
I need to go to the hospital.
But Charlie
said no hospital.
I don't care. I need to go
to the hospital now.
Okay. Okay.
Guys, but you...
Sadie, you can't...
Hello?
Ken.
Detective.
Thank you.
I wasn't sure
if I could do this alone.
I didn't know who else to call.
Ironic.
Well, there's some papers
ready to be signed, so...
But...
It's just...
- What?
- There was a decision made,
and no one will say
who made it.
Is Emma all right?
She's had electroshock therapy.
You can ask her doctors
about the details.
But apparently
she's not quite herself,
and recovery
can take some time.
It could be permanent?
You have to talk to her doctors
about that.
I'll pull up the car.
I'll just be a minute,
then I'm taking you home.
Home.
We're gonna get you
all well again, my sweet girl.
All well.
He's my father, isn't he?
Yes.
He's nice.
Yeah.
Emma, I want to
give you something.
You're giving this to me?
Yeah.
To keep?
Yeah.
I forgot your name.
Sam.
Sam, it's beautiful.
It feels like
love.
Why am I crying?
I think those are
happy tears, Emma.
All right, here we go.
What do we mean
when we say "the Man"?
We mean the Beast.
That is what the Man is.
That is how the Man
must be dealt with.
You train a beast,
or you kill a beast.
There are no other options.
Train or kill.
Both involve discipline
of purpose,
seriousness of intent,
loyalty of our brothers and
sisters, in both the threat
and unleashing of violence.
The Man is armed, we are armed.
That's right.
The Man kills, we kill.
That's right.
This is the only
relationship respected by the Man,
because it is the only form of
relationship understood by the Man.
From this point forward,
we are a military organization
not in defense of our lives,
but at war for our future.
Yep. Too old for me.
Well,
it was nice.
Is your mother single?
Um, she acts like it, but, no.
- Even better.
- Sorry.
Come on.
Well, this is what comes
from not having any hobbies.
Can I at least go pee?
Not in the bed.
Hodiak.
Where?
How many?
Well, find out.
I'll be right there.
- Yes?
- Hey there, friend.
I'm looking for Terry Melcher and
Dennis Wilson, if he's here, too.
I'm sorry,
but I'm not sure if...
Look, whatever they're doing,
tell them to stop now and listen.
This is the Revelation, the end
of days, beginning of all time.
Look, we are in the middle...
Hey, tell Dennis I ain't mad.
I get it, I get it.
The Beach Boys
are a corporate asset.
What they done to my song,
that's just business, but this,
the Beatles, is prophecy.
And I am their instrument.
Dennis and Terry are gonna know
that the second they hear.
I'm sorry. Terry doesn't
live here anymore.
Hey, there, hell flower.
- Do you know where he is?
- I'm sorry, I don't.
Could I maybe use your phone?
I'm Charlie. I'm a
friend of Dennis's. -Hi.
We're in the middle
of a shoot, but...
It wouldn't take more than
two shakes of a lamb's tail.
Okay, I'll get the phone.
- All right, thanks.
- No.
- You need to go now.
- Well, the lady said yes...
We'll tell Terry if we see him.
Ciao.