I Am the Night (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
1.6.
I found her.
Tamar Hodel.
Right before you were born,
there was a trial.
What kind of trial?
With my father,
George Hodel.
Improper acts,
improper relations.
He made love to me.
Is it true?
He killed the Black Dahlia,
didn't he?
Elizabeth Short...
Janice Brewster.
We can stop him.
You can't.
The universe protects George.
It was you, George.
It was you.
But George's achievements
for a boy his age.
His IQ is 186!
Madam Hodel,
I'm very sorry,
but I cannot teach him.
Whyever not!
His last instructor,
Dr. Simmeleman...
Madam, please!
Simmeleman?
Your son, he is talented,
but he plays without emotion,
the hardest thing
to have.
It cannot be taught.
At least I cannot teach it.
He's a mimic,
a precise machine.
Put him into medicine
or science.
I beg your pardon,
Maestro Rachmaninoff.
He is not an artist.
Absurd!
That's absurd!
You said medium rare,
right?
Call it medium.
You think
I like doing this?
I hate this part of my job.
Do you understand me?
Now, I want you
to sit in there,
and I want you to feel sorry
for yourself,
and I want you
to be ashamed.
Ain't one of you
supposed to be the good cop?
That was good cop.
Wait!
Aah!
Wait.
Wait.
I know who killed
Janice Brewster.
Janice Brewster?
We had somebody
till your pal,
the overeager
newspaper reporter,
ran a story
and cleared Brody Stiles.
George Hodel.
You could someday
maybe walk out of here
if you could just keep
that name off your lips.
You're protecting
a killer.
And you are dumber
than a box of rocks, man.
What the hell does Hodel have,
and why is he is so protected,
Billis, huh?!
Hey, man, we just dot the I's
and cross the T's.
No. Billis, I got...
I got proof! I got proof!
It was on the table
when you walked into Ludong's.
Billis!
For once in your goddamn life,
be a cop!
What did you say?
Be a cop instead of a bag man for the mob!
Is that why you joined the force?
What did you say?
Was that your dream as a little boy?
Don't you ever say that to me!
One blood test proves that Tamar was
telling the truth. Give me the keys.
That's why she's hiding
in Hawaii.
He wanted that girl
I was with, too.
What's the key?
Which is the key?
Fauna. His granddaughter.
Why?
Because he wanted to rape,
murder, and cut her up.
She's 16 years old,
Billis!
So what happens, huh?
What happens
when it all falls apart?
And Hodel falls apart,
and good old Billis
is... is left holding the bag
for a murderous pedophile
that made a kid
with his own daughter!
Huh? Is that why
you joined the force, huh?
You don't talk about
why I joined the force!
You understand me?
You understand me?
You don't know what I deal with
on a day-to-day basis.
I do. You're a cop.
You are a cop.
So you do me a solid.
And you look at Hodel,
and you look him in the eyes.
Hello?
Hello.
I'm trying to reach Coretta Lee?
She's not in.
Please tell Coretta Lee
that her daughter,
Jimmy Lee Faison, was admitted
to the ER last night.
She's sedated and has been moved
to our intensive care unit.
Jimmy Lee?
She's lost a lot of blood,
and doctors are still working
to stabilize her.
Please pass along
the message?
We'll stay in touch with updates
on her status.
Hello?
Mrs. Huntington?
Look, I need your help.
Terrence.
Terrence,
where is everyone?
Where the hell you been?
Has Xander come back?
No.
Nobody's here.
Shit.
They all out looking for Xander.
We haven't seen him.
We don't know if he's in jail
or laying in the streets
dead somewhere.
The cops already killed
15 people.
Jesus.
They say that you took off
to Hawaii
with some man,
some... some white cat.
Yeah, he's a reporter.
He's... He's trying to help me
find my mother.
Terrence,
y-you gotta take me home.
My mama, she's hurt.
My car won't make it
to Nevada no how.
Why don't you go back to Hawaii
w-with your white man?
I gotta find Xander before
Big Momma have a heart attack.
Can you take me
to Pasadena? What?
'Cause I can get cash, and then
I can take a bus from Pasadena,
if you'll help me.
They are yanking white folks
out of cars on Imperial,
and shit,
the cops are worse.
A black man driving a
light-skinned girl in Pasadena?
I'll walk, then.
Wait!
...have been harassed
by brick-throwing Negroes
as they attempt
to put out fires
all along Imperial Highway.
Rioting and looting can be seen
in liquor stores...
Get your ass
off my street!
Get up out of here!
Hey, man!
This is my car, man!
Get your ass off the street
right now!
Wait, brother.
Look what you did to my car!
Get on out of here,
Uncle Tom!
...protect themselves
from snipers...
Remain indoors and remain calm.
Roadblocks
have been established
around the perimeter
of the neighborhood.
Hey, boy!
I wouldn't
park there today.
You'll get a ticket.
It's Tuesday.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Go on home.
Be careful.
What are you about to do?
Fauna!
Where I'm going,
you can't come.
Fauna!
They've all gone mad.
They're burning down the city.
It's terrifying!
They'll be coming here next.
You know they will.
God help us all.
Hoodlums responding
to unfair arrests
have taken to the streets
en masse,
and rioting can be seen...
Mrs. Ho... Huntington.
I need your help.
I'm sorry to ask,
but I need money for the bus.
I need to get home.
Oh, yes.
Let me get you something
to drink first.
You must be parched.
Thank you.
Mrs. Huntington.
You should know,
I-I went to see Tamar.
Is she still living
in her dream world?
Well, yes.
She believes it.
That she hates me.
I really
don't deserve that.
No, um,
Tamar doesn't hate you.
She forgives you.
Don't eat anything
in his house.
I'm telling you, Beans,
you wouldn't believe it.
Move it along.
Me and Bill pinned down
by sniper fire
for 40 minutes...
That's it, that's it.
...till we could even
get a cordon up.
- Hands up!
- Walk away from one thing.
- Don't sass me now.
- Six other things come up.
- Yo. Hurry up.
- We're riding one way,
- and the comes...
- Over there.
..."Looting
on Imperial and Hoover."
Cruisers going that way.
We pass 'em,
lights and sirens.
You know you ain't
getting backup
'cause you can't
back anybody else up.
Those fires, man,
those firefighters
are getting shot at, man.
What's gonna happen?
That's it.
What they got you
in here for, Al Capone?
Look at you.
Cell all to yourself.
What's going on
out there?
Hey, man,
we fighting back.
Them damn cops beat up
on Marquette's mama,
threw a pregnant woman
down on the ground.
Folks is tired.
Burning down
your own neighborhood.
I can dig that.
Man, we don't own
them damn businesses.
We don't own shit.
That's all them punk-ass
police care about
is protecting them stores.
They don't protect us.
You live
in a different world.
Think somebody will stand up
and right a wrong
or stop an evil thing.
It ain't like that
for us.
If we don't put ourselves
on the line, then who will?
How are you feeling?
Come join me
in the sitting room.
How did I get here?
Corinna called.
You fainted
in her kitchen.
I fainted?
She was beside herself.
Could barely speak,
poor thing.
So, she called me, and I came
and brought you here.
Not even the hospitals
are safe at the moment.
How are you feeling?
Healthy as a horse.
George Hodel.
I've been trying so hard
to get into contact with you.
You invited me here.
Do you remember?
I am hard to pin down.
Work, of course.
My wife, Yuna,
has many talents,
but the finer points of polish
seem to elude her.
To be honest,
I find it relaxing.
I met Tamar.
And Jay Singletary.
Oh, my goodness.
You must think
I'm Lucifer himself.
The two of them.
What a trial for you.
Well, I'm so sorry that that
was your introduction to me.
You know, I'm not sure
what plagues Mr. Singletary.
To begin with, he's a muckraker,
a yellow journalist.
But whether it's due to
a brain imbalance of fluids
or some war-time trauma,
he's a badly damaged man
who's caused me
a tremendous amount of trouble
over the years.
You understand that I sued him
for libel and won?
And what about Tamar?
You found her in her hovel
on the beach?
Surrounding
by squalling brats?
I send her money,
of course.
I wouldn't even say
Tamar is a liar, precisely,
because she believes
her mis-truths so deeply.
It's tragic.
Shakespearean.
Or at least
Eugene O'Neill.
I'm gonna lay back down.
Not feeling very well.
Feeling better?
Come and look.
My latest acquisition.
I'm very much
on the fence about it.
I like it, I think.
I can tell there's
something to it.
But to be perfectly honest,
abstraction feels...
faddish to me.
Over-intellectual.
What do you think?
I wouldn't know.
Like a window...
we all peer through
from the outside.
I imagine it feels familiar
to you,
looking through windows
onto another world?
What it must have been like
growing up
among all those
simple people.
Not belonging.
There's so much happening
inside you.
I think of myself
at your age.
You look well
in this house.
It suits you.
Would you stay
as my guest?
My granddaughter?
That's very kind.
It is, isn't it?
Well, I suppose you've
never had a proper home.
Did you feel at home
with Jimmy Lee?
How is pretty Jimmy
these days?
She's fine, I think.
I haven't spoken to her
in a few weeks.
Uh-huh.
Ah, yes.
I have a meeting with
Mr. Berman from the clinic.
You should go
to your room.
Um, uh, I'd, uh...
I'd like to leave now.
It's not safe, Fauna.
Surely you can see that.
Dr. Hodel.
Terribly sorry
to disturb you, sir.
Fauna, go.
Sergeant Billis,
not at all expecting to see you.
You fellows have certainly
got the tiger by the tail,
haven't you?
Are armed Negroes,
wearing red armbands,
invading
white neighborhoods?
Communists?
Hard to tell
these days, sir.
We got that reporter
wrapped up.
Just thought
you should know.
I've spoken to
the Lieutenant Governor.
You know, of course,
the National Guard is being deployed.
I did not know that, sir.
I'm having them send a squad
here to the house.
Soldiers are
what I need now.
Not police.
Dr. Hodel?
It's Mr. Berman.
Show yourself out,
Billis.
Are you
a police officer?
Who are you?
C-Could you take me
with you?
Out of this house,
please.
Fauna?
No.
Better not.
You should be
in your room.
Wake up.
Billis wants to talk.
You guys
don't look so good.
You neither, beaver.
You wouldn't like it out there.
I might.
Cuddy, make sure
he's listening.
No, no, no.
I'm listening.
Paying attention?
Say it.
Say it.
Paying attention.
So, I looked
at all your evidence.
Got the pictures developed.
Not much there, pal.
What else you got?
Let me out, Billis.
For Christ's sake.
We'll bury Hodel
under a mountain of shit.
You'll be
the hero detective.
Don't you want that?
Well, can't do that.
There's too many problems.
You got
credibility issues.
Even if I was, which I'm not,
it wouldn't be with you.
Nothing you have
would hold up.
So, what else do you have?
Because I'm gonna
need solid gold.
Did you... Did you see him?
Did you go see him?
Yeah, I went to the house.
The girl's there.
The granddaughter's there
in the house.
She is?
Are you gonna do anything
about it?
You better watch
what you say right now.
I'd be very, very careful
if I were you,
'cause I'd have
Cuddy cut your throat,
throw you in the cell,
call it solved.
Is that the plan?
Oh, God damn it.
Billis, you saw the photos,
right?
You saw it.
You know I'm not crazy.
- You saw it.
- I saw it.
And what... what, that's all?
You know he's the guy.
You know what's gonna happen,
what's maybe already happened.
So do something!
Look at me.
This is very important
that you listen to me.
I'll put this cigarette out
in your eye.
Look at me!
First of all, neither you
nor God tells me what to do.
Second...
maybe we'll handle it.
But a decision like that
takes months.
Hodel's got too many
by the big balls,
and it's not just
our top brass protecting him.
It's DeSimone.
It's the Licata family.
It's everybody.
I do something like that
on my own,
I'm dead in a week.
Have a good day, pal.
Wait, wait.
Hey, hey, hey.
Wait a minute.
I got something.
- No, you don't.
- Yeah, I do.
That knife...
That knife right there.
That's my
second-favorite knife.
That's the knife that killed
Janice Brewster.
You get the M.E.
to testify to that,
the D.A.
will go along with it, huh?
Cuddy's
second-favorite knife.
You put my fingerprints
all over that,
I'll sign a full confession
for Janice Brewster.
- What game are you playing?
- You cut me loose.
The city's going crazy.
I get lost in the shuffle.
Lose me for a couple hours,
and I will kill Hodel,
and you know I'll do it.
That's your solution,
Billis.
Two problems gone.
All your problems gone.
You're a genius.
I get a full confession?
Prints on the knife?
What'll you do,
I don't cut you loose?
Aren't you sick and tired
of wiping his ass?
Aren't you sick
of looking at my face?
You kill two birds
with one stone.
It's elegant.
I was supposed to
be a journalist.
Yeah, well...
...I don't think
that's gonna work out.
Dickhead.
Why do I feel like I'm gonna
get shot in the back
trying to escape?
'Cause you have no faith
in our institutions.
Just do me a favor.
Try not to kill Jim, okay?
What?
His uncles
are all captains.
Guy's a real prick,
but please, promise me
that you will not kill him.
Hey, Jimmy.
Thanks.
Screw you, Billis.
Wow.
Hey, Jimmy! Hold up!
Where you headed?
Hollywood.
Transfer.
Great. Our cars are up there.
Give us a ride, huh?
Yeah, yeah.
Jump in.
Dinner is served.
Good night, Yuna.
Aren't you hungry?
Not right now.
I'm just not feeling well.
Well...
To your
very fine health.
Did you know
I'm a painter?
Well, I dabble, anyway.
Sit for me.
- I'll paint you.
- What?
If we're not going to eat,
we should work, create,
chase our own divinity.
Here?
Nasty thing.
Still, better safe than sorry
on a night like tonight.
This way.
I'm very safe
and secure here.
Of course, oil portraiture
isn't my forte.
My focus lies elsewhere.
But I do find it an essential
step, so please, bear with me.
Oh.
You'll need
to wear this.
Just this.
You can change
behind the curtain.
I don't want to.
Let's not have any more of that,
shall we?
Change.
Is it true?
What Jay said?
Who, the reporter?
Oh, it's Jay now,
is it?
My, aren't we chummy?
Jay wouldn't know a single
true thing about me.
You can't compare me to normal,
ordinary men
or expect me
to follow their laws.
The surrealists in the end
were cowards.
They lacked the moral strength
to see their philosophy through.
They made pictures of what
they dreamed and desired.
How quaint.
I've traveled as far from them
as a star from a worm.
The Marquis de Sade wrote,
"I have no need to thwart
my inclinations
in order to flatter
some God.
These instincts were given
to me by nature,
and it would irritate her
were I to resist them.
If she gave me bad ones,
that is because they were
necessary to her designs.
I am in her hands...
but a machine...
which runs as she likes."
Sit.
Hey, jackass!
There's a curfew,
and you're in violation!
Go home!
Man, some people are just
too stupid to live.
Yeah, too stupid.
These idiots smoking dope
and skipping rope
all the way down here from Avalon.
- Aah!
- Ohh!
I need to wipe my face.
Please, please,
don't hurt me.
This is your special moment.
Let's not spoil it
with hysterics.
Just yet.
Get up, silly,
or something bad could happen.
Fauna!
Don't be a goose.
Get back in your place.
Keep your face up.
Your dreams are more real,
more true than your reality.
But you must remove the veil
society places over all of us
after childhood.
You sure
talk a lot of shit.
I went to Corinna Huntington's
Happening.
I know what Corinna
would call this.
She'd say it was the opposite
of avant-garde.
She'd say "kitsch."
No one speaks to me
like that.
Corinna said "literalism means
you're simple-minded."
What does that say
about you?
Corinna's the real artist.
Ain't that something?
She's the one whose name they're
gonna remember in 100 years.
You're nothing.
Another daughter of mine
that no one will believe.
The artists, the ones
you call cowards,
they were talking
in symbols, dummy.
Jimmy Lee said she didn't need
to understand a song to sing it.
But that ain't true, is it?
You're just like her, making art
without understanding.
Even what you were just saying,
nature made you a machine?
What a bunch of shit.
I'd rather not start
so soon.
Aah!
Aah!
I'll show you pain,
bigger than anything...
Aah!
How dare you.
Aah! Damn it!
You... You can't
get away.
Whatever you are,
you're mine, most of all.
Mine more than anything.
Am I your daughter?
George?
No.
Not yours.
I know who I am.
I'm Jimmy Lee's daughter.
I will never be yours.
We all know what you are,
George.
You're a cliché.
Just like a pimp,
raping his own daughter.
It's boring, George.
Pretending simple urges
are high art.
You're boring.
Jay?
Are you okay?
I'm all right.
You stay here.
Jay.
You son of a bitch!
Jay!
Jay, stop!
Aah!
You don't get to walk!
He's gone, Jay.
Jay. Jay, listen to me.
I have to get him. I have to get him.
- Listen to me, Jay!
- Where are you?!
Jay, Jay, Jay!
- Jay, look at me.
- I will die to find him.
- Jay.
- I'll die to get him.
- Jay!
- I'll die to get him!
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
You don't have to.
Okay.
Let's go.
I don't want to tell
your story anymore.
I just want you
to get away.
Just walk away
and never come back.
You can tell it.
I don't mind.
I won't.
I think there's grace for you,
Jay, if you can find it.
Is there?
I gotta leave town.
Send me a postcard.
I'll write you.
Sure.
You gonna bring your man
up in here?
You know I ain't done my hair
in two weeks.
You're still
Pretty Jimmy, Mama.
"Dear Jay...
I hope this finds you.
I hope you found a life
somewhere down there.
Things here have changed.
Feels like
the more they change,
the more they stay the same.
I feel lost
and alone sometimes.
Feel so different
than everyone around me.
Like you feel.
Maybe it's because we know
what monsters are.
We know what makes 'em.
And I know what unmakes 'em.
We keep struggling, making do,
and going on,
'cause that's all there is.
When you look in the mirror,
Jay,
I hope you can live
with what you see.
The devil is something
we all carry in our hearts.
We have to make peace
with him, Jay.
We have to find another way.
What you did and didn't do,
that saved me.
You may not believe it,
but it saved me.
People around me
are a sunny day,
living their lives wide open
without secrets.
When I look in the mirror,
Jay, I see something else.
Something I don't
quite recognize.
But something I chose."
Tamar Hodel.
Right before you were born,
there was a trial.
What kind of trial?
With my father,
George Hodel.
Improper acts,
improper relations.
He made love to me.
Is it true?
He killed the Black Dahlia,
didn't he?
Elizabeth Short...
Janice Brewster.
We can stop him.
You can't.
The universe protects George.
It was you, George.
It was you.
But George's achievements
for a boy his age.
His IQ is 186!
Madam Hodel,
I'm very sorry,
but I cannot teach him.
Whyever not!
His last instructor,
Dr. Simmeleman...
Madam, please!
Simmeleman?
Your son, he is talented,
but he plays without emotion,
the hardest thing
to have.
It cannot be taught.
At least I cannot teach it.
He's a mimic,
a precise machine.
Put him into medicine
or science.
I beg your pardon,
Maestro Rachmaninoff.
He is not an artist.
Absurd!
That's absurd!
You said medium rare,
right?
Call it medium.
You think
I like doing this?
I hate this part of my job.
Do you understand me?
Now, I want you
to sit in there,
and I want you to feel sorry
for yourself,
and I want you
to be ashamed.
Ain't one of you
supposed to be the good cop?
That was good cop.
Wait!
Aah!
Wait.
Wait.
I know who killed
Janice Brewster.
Janice Brewster?
We had somebody
till your pal,
the overeager
newspaper reporter,
ran a story
and cleared Brody Stiles.
George Hodel.
You could someday
maybe walk out of here
if you could just keep
that name off your lips.
You're protecting
a killer.
And you are dumber
than a box of rocks, man.
What the hell does Hodel have,
and why is he is so protected,
Billis, huh?!
Hey, man, we just dot the I's
and cross the T's.
No. Billis, I got...
I got proof! I got proof!
It was on the table
when you walked into Ludong's.
Billis!
For once in your goddamn life,
be a cop!
What did you say?
Be a cop instead of a bag man for the mob!
Is that why you joined the force?
What did you say?
Was that your dream as a little boy?
Don't you ever say that to me!
One blood test proves that Tamar was
telling the truth. Give me the keys.
That's why she's hiding
in Hawaii.
He wanted that girl
I was with, too.
What's the key?
Which is the key?
Fauna. His granddaughter.
Why?
Because he wanted to rape,
murder, and cut her up.
She's 16 years old,
Billis!
So what happens, huh?
What happens
when it all falls apart?
And Hodel falls apart,
and good old Billis
is... is left holding the bag
for a murderous pedophile
that made a kid
with his own daughter!
Huh? Is that why
you joined the force, huh?
You don't talk about
why I joined the force!
You understand me?
You understand me?
You don't know what I deal with
on a day-to-day basis.
I do. You're a cop.
You are a cop.
So you do me a solid.
And you look at Hodel,
and you look him in the eyes.
Hello?
Hello.
I'm trying to reach Coretta Lee?
She's not in.
Please tell Coretta Lee
that her daughter,
Jimmy Lee Faison, was admitted
to the ER last night.
She's sedated and has been moved
to our intensive care unit.
Jimmy Lee?
She's lost a lot of blood,
and doctors are still working
to stabilize her.
Please pass along
the message?
We'll stay in touch with updates
on her status.
Hello?
Mrs. Huntington?
Look, I need your help.
Terrence.
Terrence,
where is everyone?
Where the hell you been?
Has Xander come back?
No.
Nobody's here.
Shit.
They all out looking for Xander.
We haven't seen him.
We don't know if he's in jail
or laying in the streets
dead somewhere.
The cops already killed
15 people.
Jesus.
They say that you took off
to Hawaii
with some man,
some... some white cat.
Yeah, he's a reporter.
He's... He's trying to help me
find my mother.
Terrence,
y-you gotta take me home.
My mama, she's hurt.
My car won't make it
to Nevada no how.
Why don't you go back to Hawaii
w-with your white man?
I gotta find Xander before
Big Momma have a heart attack.
Can you take me
to Pasadena? What?
'Cause I can get cash, and then
I can take a bus from Pasadena,
if you'll help me.
They are yanking white folks
out of cars on Imperial,
and shit,
the cops are worse.
A black man driving a
light-skinned girl in Pasadena?
I'll walk, then.
Wait!
...have been harassed
by brick-throwing Negroes
as they attempt
to put out fires
all along Imperial Highway.
Rioting and looting can be seen
in liquor stores...
Get your ass
off my street!
Get up out of here!
Hey, man!
This is my car, man!
Get your ass off the street
right now!
Wait, brother.
Look what you did to my car!
Get on out of here,
Uncle Tom!
...protect themselves
from snipers...
Remain indoors and remain calm.
Roadblocks
have been established
around the perimeter
of the neighborhood.
Hey, boy!
I wouldn't
park there today.
You'll get a ticket.
It's Tuesday.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Go on home.
Be careful.
What are you about to do?
Fauna!
Where I'm going,
you can't come.
Fauna!
They've all gone mad.
They're burning down the city.
It's terrifying!
They'll be coming here next.
You know they will.
God help us all.
Hoodlums responding
to unfair arrests
have taken to the streets
en masse,
and rioting can be seen...
Mrs. Ho... Huntington.
I need your help.
I'm sorry to ask,
but I need money for the bus.
I need to get home.
Oh, yes.
Let me get you something
to drink first.
You must be parched.
Thank you.
Mrs. Huntington.
You should know,
I-I went to see Tamar.
Is she still living
in her dream world?
Well, yes.
She believes it.
That she hates me.
I really
don't deserve that.
No, um,
Tamar doesn't hate you.
She forgives you.
Don't eat anything
in his house.
I'm telling you, Beans,
you wouldn't believe it.
Move it along.
Me and Bill pinned down
by sniper fire
for 40 minutes...
That's it, that's it.
...till we could even
get a cordon up.
- Hands up!
- Walk away from one thing.
- Don't sass me now.
- Six other things come up.
- Yo. Hurry up.
- We're riding one way,
- and the comes...
- Over there.
..."Looting
on Imperial and Hoover."
Cruisers going that way.
We pass 'em,
lights and sirens.
You know you ain't
getting backup
'cause you can't
back anybody else up.
Those fires, man,
those firefighters
are getting shot at, man.
What's gonna happen?
That's it.
What they got you
in here for, Al Capone?
Look at you.
Cell all to yourself.
What's going on
out there?
Hey, man,
we fighting back.
Them damn cops beat up
on Marquette's mama,
threw a pregnant woman
down on the ground.
Folks is tired.
Burning down
your own neighborhood.
I can dig that.
Man, we don't own
them damn businesses.
We don't own shit.
That's all them punk-ass
police care about
is protecting them stores.
They don't protect us.
You live
in a different world.
Think somebody will stand up
and right a wrong
or stop an evil thing.
It ain't like that
for us.
If we don't put ourselves
on the line, then who will?
How are you feeling?
Come join me
in the sitting room.
How did I get here?
Corinna called.
You fainted
in her kitchen.
I fainted?
She was beside herself.
Could barely speak,
poor thing.
So, she called me, and I came
and brought you here.
Not even the hospitals
are safe at the moment.
How are you feeling?
Healthy as a horse.
George Hodel.
I've been trying so hard
to get into contact with you.
You invited me here.
Do you remember?
I am hard to pin down.
Work, of course.
My wife, Yuna,
has many talents,
but the finer points of polish
seem to elude her.
To be honest,
I find it relaxing.
I met Tamar.
And Jay Singletary.
Oh, my goodness.
You must think
I'm Lucifer himself.
The two of them.
What a trial for you.
Well, I'm so sorry that that
was your introduction to me.
You know, I'm not sure
what plagues Mr. Singletary.
To begin with, he's a muckraker,
a yellow journalist.
But whether it's due to
a brain imbalance of fluids
or some war-time trauma,
he's a badly damaged man
who's caused me
a tremendous amount of trouble
over the years.
You understand that I sued him
for libel and won?
And what about Tamar?
You found her in her hovel
on the beach?
Surrounding
by squalling brats?
I send her money,
of course.
I wouldn't even say
Tamar is a liar, precisely,
because she believes
her mis-truths so deeply.
It's tragic.
Shakespearean.
Or at least
Eugene O'Neill.
I'm gonna lay back down.
Not feeling very well.
Feeling better?
Come and look.
My latest acquisition.
I'm very much
on the fence about it.
I like it, I think.
I can tell there's
something to it.
But to be perfectly honest,
abstraction feels...
faddish to me.
Over-intellectual.
What do you think?
I wouldn't know.
Like a window...
we all peer through
from the outside.
I imagine it feels familiar
to you,
looking through windows
onto another world?
What it must have been like
growing up
among all those
simple people.
Not belonging.
There's so much happening
inside you.
I think of myself
at your age.
You look well
in this house.
It suits you.
Would you stay
as my guest?
My granddaughter?
That's very kind.
It is, isn't it?
Well, I suppose you've
never had a proper home.
Did you feel at home
with Jimmy Lee?
How is pretty Jimmy
these days?
She's fine, I think.
I haven't spoken to her
in a few weeks.
Uh-huh.
Ah, yes.
I have a meeting with
Mr. Berman from the clinic.
You should go
to your room.
Um, uh, I'd, uh...
I'd like to leave now.
It's not safe, Fauna.
Surely you can see that.
Dr. Hodel.
Terribly sorry
to disturb you, sir.
Fauna, go.
Sergeant Billis,
not at all expecting to see you.
You fellows have certainly
got the tiger by the tail,
haven't you?
Are armed Negroes,
wearing red armbands,
invading
white neighborhoods?
Communists?
Hard to tell
these days, sir.
We got that reporter
wrapped up.
Just thought
you should know.
I've spoken to
the Lieutenant Governor.
You know, of course,
the National Guard is being deployed.
I did not know that, sir.
I'm having them send a squad
here to the house.
Soldiers are
what I need now.
Not police.
Dr. Hodel?
It's Mr. Berman.
Show yourself out,
Billis.
Are you
a police officer?
Who are you?
C-Could you take me
with you?
Out of this house,
please.
Fauna?
No.
Better not.
You should be
in your room.
Wake up.
Billis wants to talk.
You guys
don't look so good.
You neither, beaver.
You wouldn't like it out there.
I might.
Cuddy, make sure
he's listening.
No, no, no.
I'm listening.
Paying attention?
Say it.
Say it.
Paying attention.
So, I looked
at all your evidence.
Got the pictures developed.
Not much there, pal.
What else you got?
Let me out, Billis.
For Christ's sake.
We'll bury Hodel
under a mountain of shit.
You'll be
the hero detective.
Don't you want that?
Well, can't do that.
There's too many problems.
You got
credibility issues.
Even if I was, which I'm not,
it wouldn't be with you.
Nothing you have
would hold up.
So, what else do you have?
Because I'm gonna
need solid gold.
Did you... Did you see him?
Did you go see him?
Yeah, I went to the house.
The girl's there.
The granddaughter's there
in the house.
She is?
Are you gonna do anything
about it?
You better watch
what you say right now.
I'd be very, very careful
if I were you,
'cause I'd have
Cuddy cut your throat,
throw you in the cell,
call it solved.
Is that the plan?
Oh, God damn it.
Billis, you saw the photos,
right?
You saw it.
You know I'm not crazy.
- You saw it.
- I saw it.
And what... what, that's all?
You know he's the guy.
You know what's gonna happen,
what's maybe already happened.
So do something!
Look at me.
This is very important
that you listen to me.
I'll put this cigarette out
in your eye.
Look at me!
First of all, neither you
nor God tells me what to do.
Second...
maybe we'll handle it.
But a decision like that
takes months.
Hodel's got too many
by the big balls,
and it's not just
our top brass protecting him.
It's DeSimone.
It's the Licata family.
It's everybody.
I do something like that
on my own,
I'm dead in a week.
Have a good day, pal.
Wait, wait.
Hey, hey, hey.
Wait a minute.
I got something.
- No, you don't.
- Yeah, I do.
That knife...
That knife right there.
That's my
second-favorite knife.
That's the knife that killed
Janice Brewster.
You get the M.E.
to testify to that,
the D.A.
will go along with it, huh?
Cuddy's
second-favorite knife.
You put my fingerprints
all over that,
I'll sign a full confession
for Janice Brewster.
- What game are you playing?
- You cut me loose.
The city's going crazy.
I get lost in the shuffle.
Lose me for a couple hours,
and I will kill Hodel,
and you know I'll do it.
That's your solution,
Billis.
Two problems gone.
All your problems gone.
You're a genius.
I get a full confession?
Prints on the knife?
What'll you do,
I don't cut you loose?
Aren't you sick and tired
of wiping his ass?
Aren't you sick
of looking at my face?
You kill two birds
with one stone.
It's elegant.
I was supposed to
be a journalist.
Yeah, well...
...I don't think
that's gonna work out.
Dickhead.
Why do I feel like I'm gonna
get shot in the back
trying to escape?
'Cause you have no faith
in our institutions.
Just do me a favor.
Try not to kill Jim, okay?
What?
His uncles
are all captains.
Guy's a real prick,
but please, promise me
that you will not kill him.
Hey, Jimmy.
Thanks.
Screw you, Billis.
Wow.
Hey, Jimmy! Hold up!
Where you headed?
Hollywood.
Transfer.
Great. Our cars are up there.
Give us a ride, huh?
Yeah, yeah.
Jump in.
Dinner is served.
Good night, Yuna.
Aren't you hungry?
Not right now.
I'm just not feeling well.
Well...
To your
very fine health.
Did you know
I'm a painter?
Well, I dabble, anyway.
Sit for me.
- I'll paint you.
- What?
If we're not going to eat,
we should work, create,
chase our own divinity.
Here?
Nasty thing.
Still, better safe than sorry
on a night like tonight.
This way.
I'm very safe
and secure here.
Of course, oil portraiture
isn't my forte.
My focus lies elsewhere.
But I do find it an essential
step, so please, bear with me.
Oh.
You'll need
to wear this.
Just this.
You can change
behind the curtain.
I don't want to.
Let's not have any more of that,
shall we?
Change.
Is it true?
What Jay said?
Who, the reporter?
Oh, it's Jay now,
is it?
My, aren't we chummy?
Jay wouldn't know a single
true thing about me.
You can't compare me to normal,
ordinary men
or expect me
to follow their laws.
The surrealists in the end
were cowards.
They lacked the moral strength
to see their philosophy through.
They made pictures of what
they dreamed and desired.
How quaint.
I've traveled as far from them
as a star from a worm.
The Marquis de Sade wrote,
"I have no need to thwart
my inclinations
in order to flatter
some God.
These instincts were given
to me by nature,
and it would irritate her
were I to resist them.
If she gave me bad ones,
that is because they were
necessary to her designs.
I am in her hands...
but a machine...
which runs as she likes."
Sit.
Hey, jackass!
There's a curfew,
and you're in violation!
Go home!
Man, some people are just
too stupid to live.
Yeah, too stupid.
These idiots smoking dope
and skipping rope
all the way down here from Avalon.
- Aah!
- Ohh!
I need to wipe my face.
Please, please,
don't hurt me.
This is your special moment.
Let's not spoil it
with hysterics.
Just yet.
Get up, silly,
or something bad could happen.
Fauna!
Don't be a goose.
Get back in your place.
Keep your face up.
Your dreams are more real,
more true than your reality.
But you must remove the veil
society places over all of us
after childhood.
You sure
talk a lot of shit.
I went to Corinna Huntington's
Happening.
I know what Corinna
would call this.
She'd say it was the opposite
of avant-garde.
She'd say "kitsch."
No one speaks to me
like that.
Corinna said "literalism means
you're simple-minded."
What does that say
about you?
Corinna's the real artist.
Ain't that something?
She's the one whose name they're
gonna remember in 100 years.
You're nothing.
Another daughter of mine
that no one will believe.
The artists, the ones
you call cowards,
they were talking
in symbols, dummy.
Jimmy Lee said she didn't need
to understand a song to sing it.
But that ain't true, is it?
You're just like her, making art
without understanding.
Even what you were just saying,
nature made you a machine?
What a bunch of shit.
I'd rather not start
so soon.
Aah!
Aah!
I'll show you pain,
bigger than anything...
Aah!
How dare you.
Aah! Damn it!
You... You can't
get away.
Whatever you are,
you're mine, most of all.
Mine more than anything.
Am I your daughter?
George?
No.
Not yours.
I know who I am.
I'm Jimmy Lee's daughter.
I will never be yours.
We all know what you are,
George.
You're a cliché.
Just like a pimp,
raping his own daughter.
It's boring, George.
Pretending simple urges
are high art.
You're boring.
Jay?
Are you okay?
I'm all right.
You stay here.
Jay.
You son of a bitch!
Jay!
Jay, stop!
Aah!
You don't get to walk!
He's gone, Jay.
Jay. Jay, listen to me.
I have to get him. I have to get him.
- Listen to me, Jay!
- Where are you?!
Jay, Jay, Jay!
- Jay, look at me.
- I will die to find him.
- Jay.
- I'll die to get him.
- Jay!
- I'll die to get him!
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
You don't have to.
Okay.
Let's go.
I don't want to tell
your story anymore.
I just want you
to get away.
Just walk away
and never come back.
You can tell it.
I don't mind.
I won't.
I think there's grace for you,
Jay, if you can find it.
Is there?
I gotta leave town.
Send me a postcard.
I'll write you.
Sure.
You gonna bring your man
up in here?
You know I ain't done my hair
in two weeks.
You're still
Pretty Jimmy, Mama.
"Dear Jay...
I hope this finds you.
I hope you found a life
somewhere down there.
Things here have changed.
Feels like
the more they change,
the more they stay the same.
I feel lost
and alone sometimes.
Feel so different
than everyone around me.
Like you feel.
Maybe it's because we know
what monsters are.
We know what makes 'em.
And I know what unmakes 'em.
We keep struggling, making do,
and going on,
'cause that's all there is.
When you look in the mirror,
Jay,
I hope you can live
with what you see.
The devil is something
we all carry in our hearts.
We have to make peace
with him, Jay.
We have to find another way.
What you did and didn't do,
that saved me.
You may not believe it,
but it saved me.
People around me
are a sunny day,
living their lives wide open
without secrets.
When I look in the mirror,
Jay, I see something else.
Something I don't
quite recognize.
But something I chose."