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Previously on Aquarius...

Six months ago, I was assigned
covert ops in Cambodia.

We're killing children.
I'm gonna give the proof

- to the press.
- No.

My mama, I woke up one morning,
and she was gone, just gone.

You want me to testify under oath?

This isn't a fairy tale!

You gonna stop trying to be one of us

or you gonna be one of us?

You have to prove to
yourself that your mother

is no better than a stranger,

that you don't care if she lives or dies.

Couldn't have done it without
your guy tagging that partial.

Do us both a favor. Keep it to yourself.

Oh, and Bunchy? Merry Christmas.

- Blow it out your ass, Hodiak.
- Think I made a new friend.

This will be the first shipment
through Nippon warehouse.

- Where's the stuff?
- Now I know I can trust you.

You had me arrested,

dragged down here like a common criminal.

Thought it was high time
we had a little talk, Dad.

Hey, get out here, Dad.

You think I don't smell that?

In a sec.

Just flush it and get out here.

Unbelievable.

- I'm upset.
- You are unbelievable.

You're sure nobody saw you, Walt.

I'm not being followed, Dad.

Oh, yeah? Well, they're
following Robbie Arthur,

who is a lousy liar by they way,

you with a gun, too crazy for the movement.

Comic genius.

- Why am I here?
- Just hear him out.

He's not wrong about everything.

Whatever you're thinking of doing,

just let me help you
do it right, all right?

In a way that will keep
you safe and out of prison?

How?

When the time comes,

it ain't gonna be in no hospital.

It's gonna be here.

First face he sees smiling down,

is gonna be me.

He's gonna be so blessed.

We don't have any, you know, baby things.

- Diapers...
- Cherry.

You come from the land of plenty.

Did it make you whole?

All our boy's gonna need is love.

And diapers.

Charlie?

She says she knows you.

Hello, Charlie.

Hi, Mama.

Offer to give the papers
back, we could negotiate.

Negotiate? These are liars, murderers.

- Dad...
- It's not about me.

It's about the truth.

- Yeah, he's right.
- Just stay out of it.

- No, no, no.
- All right?

Once the papers are published,

- you gotta leave the country.
- I'm not running.

Both of you, shut up.

These are state secrets
we're talking about.

- This is treason.
- I don't care.

Well, then at least be smart about it.

Give the papers to a reporter, anonymously.

Let the newspapers fight the government.

They can afford it.

We'll get you the best
lawyer and cut you a deal...

Your son is fighting for what is right.

You want to get him a lawyer?

Well, what do you know about
fighting for anything, Dad?

- Dad.
- Anything at all.

- Dad.
- What?

What happened to you? What
happened to you in the war?

- You came back without a heart.
- I came back.

- Yeah.
- So did Walt.

You managed to live through two world wars

and the extermination of 6 million Jews

without doing anything more dangerous than

screwing the band leader's wife.

Without a heart? You
came back without a soul.

Okay, well, you can go be a
self-righteous, sanctimonious

prick on your own time.
This is Walt's decision.

This is about Walt.

Where is he?

Oh, my God.

Why? Why didn't you tell me where you were?

Do you know how worried I was about you?

Hello, Opal.

- Duck.
- Hmm?

I know that look. You gotta be quicker.

Well, good to have the
family back together.

So what, you just bring
her here to beat up grandpa,

or to agree with you?

No, your mom hasn't agreed with me since

the Dodgers were in Brooklyn.

She's here because she
helped start this thing.

And she's gonna help figure a way out.

Please, just tell me how
we can make this all right.

Dad has an idea.

If it could work... if it
could still get the truth out...

I don't know.

Maybe?

- Yeah, I'd just like...
- No, not a word.

Water.

I ain't got nothing strong.

I don't drink.

Anymore.

I'm giving up my vices.

I thought you were in Haight Ashbury.

Come and go.

Well, I drove up there asking after you.

A lot of people know you.

Gettin' my name out there.

That's what I'm all about now.

Gettin' my music going.

But you never sang nothing as a boy.

You here for money?

'Cause I ain't got none. Not for you.

I am your mother.

Don't you talk to me
like one of your whores.

No, you... you sleep here.

I'll bunk up with one of them whores.

Take a good look, gentlemen.

Negro agitators are handing these out.

The resemblance is striking.

Director Hoover's been very clear.

Black Nationalist groups like The RAM,

the so-called Non-violent
Student Coordinating Committees,

and first and foremost,
the Black Panther Party,

they are all threats to the security

and sovereignty of our country.

Okay, well, I think we're all
appropriately terrified of the

colored menace, so...

For our surveillance to be
effective, we need names.

To get these names we need
informants, undercover officers,

eyes on the ground. You.

I have pamphlets.

Oh, good.

Here's a pamphlet.

In order to combat this menace,
the LAPD must work with us

to disrupt, ridicule,
discredit at every opportunity.

Maybe we can tie their shoelaces together

and give them tittie twisters.

Hey, Cut, got a body found

in a drainage ditch, M.E.
says it's almost a month old.

Real foul. Maybe's got
tie in to another unsolved.

What's it got to do with me?

Loo says you got a light caseload.

Oh, does he?

Hey, Loo, why are you
dumping this crap case on me?

I'm buried as it is.

Well, you look suitably tense for a Monday.

Guapo's getting a shipment any day now,

I need to tag the supplier.
If I miss it, by the time

the next one rolls around...

Patrol car, wool uniform, no A/C.

Wish I could help with Louise Mitchell.

Thank you, but destiny has other
plans for you, my young friend.

Go forth. Conquer.

- I've got some free time.
- Yeah?

Well, maybe you should use
it going over your testimony.

Unless you have some experience with

cross-examination that I'm not aware of.

I've been questioned
by the D.A. four times.

Yeah? Sit down please.

No disrespect, but he's told me repeatedly

that he thinks you're lying.

And he's on our side.

Mr. Lesick has not just retained council,

he's retained Alan Arvitz.
Do you know who this is?

No.

Alan Arvitz is a professor of Law at UCLA,

who specializes in police brutality,

and the rights of the accused.

He's taking on this case
pro bono because he thinks

we framed an innocent man.

His fellow jurists refer
to him as the Bone Saw.

Should I go on or do you
still think you have free time?

Charmain?

Guapo!

It's about damn time.

Today we make a lot of money.

Well, I do.

You? Un poquito.

Hodiak.

Detective.

- Bunchy?
- There's been a homicide

at 7642 Zamora Ave.

Okay. Why are you telling me this?

I helped you, now you help me.

What happened to policing yourselves?

Point 7 out of 10,000,
the white man's brutality?

Can't look like I asked you.

Bunchy, what's going on?

- You got the address?
- Yeah.

Come alone.

He's okay.

Who is he?

My bodyguard.

Hmm.

Was he protecting you when...

I wasn't here.

He was alone. I think.

You want the police investigating this?

I can't stop the police
from investigating this.

So I'll settle for you.

Ooh, thanks.

Anything else I should know about him?

His name was Arthur.

He was my little brother.

I hardly remember Charlie being born.

Think I blocked it out.

They don't tell you how much it hurts.

Probably because if every woman knew,

they'd close their legs...

forever.

Mary ain't afraid.

Are you, sunbeam?

Charlie wants to have the baby here,

outside, underneath the sun
and the stars and the moon.

Our child's not gonna be
poked and drugged and tested.

He's gonna be free.

When you were born, your umbilical cord

was wrapped around your neck.

You were blue and purple
and I remembered wondering,

if you died, if they'd
still let me hold you.

But they saved you.

Maybe a hospital is not
such a bad idea, Charlie.

We don't have any baby stuff yet.

- Clothes, diapers...
- We have everything we need.

Charlie said so.

You have to learn, Cherry.

How many times?

Don't be the problem. Be the solution.

So, you want baby trinkets so bad,

then why don't you take Rick
and Sadie and go get some?

Charlie, this is no way
for a baby to be raised.

Ain't you the expert?

You come here to just look down on me, huh?

No.

I came here...

to make some kind of peace between us.

Honey,

I was 16 when I had you.

I didn't know what to do. I wasn't ready.

But I had my parents to
help. I had my family.

You think I was better off

being raised by your God-jabbering mother?

Your lush sister?

You hillbilly brother?

I was dumped at a boys'
school to fight off sissies,

and get beat up every
time I looked sideways.

I have a family...

that I chose.

Charlie.

Your granddaddy Charlie died.

That's why I came.

Okay, then.

You... you told me.

You can get now.

So, how does this work?

We check the money, they check the product,

that kind of thing?

You've seen too many movies.

It's already done. It's
better to not be seen

making an exchange.

It's like a milkman.

That's... that's smart.

Let's get to work.

So Arthur worked as your bodyguard, huh?

- Mm.
- But you weren't home

last night when he was killed.

Why wasn't he with you?

I was at a meeting.

A Panther meeting? That late?

A small... unexpected emergency.

But he didn't live here,
so what was he doing here?

Sometimes he needs a place.

Domestic trouble.

Oh.

How about that light out back?

How long's that been broken?

Mm. Kids hit it with a baseball

a month ago.

Bunchy, who'd want to hurt you?

That can't be a very short list.

Wouldn't that be convenient
for the establishment,

if I listed off every man
I had a disagreement with?

Well, if you don't,

wouldn't that be convenient
for whoever killed your brother?

Nobody's home. Come on, come on, come on.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

Whoo! Oh, yeah, that's really nice.

- Pillow fight.
- No!

Come on. I got to show you something.

I'm... I'm gonna find the kitchen.

How did you know this would be here?

They're friends of my parents.

I babysit for them.

I'm gonna take a hot bath.

You want to come?

No.

I gotta hit the head.

Go.

Bunchy Carter.

Well aware of Mr. Carter.

His brother Arthur was murdered last night.

We don't have a file on
Arthur that I've seen.

He was also Bunchy's bodyguard.

Looks to me like a case
of mistaken identity.

Arthur for Bunchy.

Rival black nationalist group, then?

The Nation of Islam.

He used to be a member.

You saw what they did to Malcolm X.

You have any agents tailing Bunchy?

Thanks for the tip with Arthur.

We'll start and close a file.

There may be something there
we can lean on Bunchy with

in the future.

Where is it?

Huh?

Oh!

Three bricks, gone!

You'll die!

- I trusted you, vato!
- Wait, wait, wait.

Just hold on, okay? Just wait a second.

I've seen him here the whole time.

What are you saying, huh?

Because after him,

the next most likely thief is you.

Look, if he took it,
it's probably still here,

and if not, you just ask around.

Anyone new pushing that much product,

it's gonna make waves.

Then you find it.

We'll find it.

Come on.

You find it!

I have something for you.

Something Granddad left.

His house, and a few acres of land.

Good for farming. Not much else.

And what am I supposed to do with that?

Well, you could sell it.

Sign it over to me and... we...

I'll split the money with you.

I mean, I know with your parole

you ain't supposed to leave the state,

and he owed a lot of people,

probably almost as much
as the place is worth,

and so if we don't move fast,

the state'll take it.

How much?

After everything,

cost of selling, all that,

$1,500.

Half for each of us.

I just need your signature.

See, right there.

I'm sorry for you loss, Mrs. Carter.

I wanted to ask you about
your husband's involvement

with the Panthers.

What involvement?

Well, he was Bunchy's bodyguard.

He's his brother.

He looked out for him a few times when...

You know, I don't even owe
you that much explanation.

Mrs. Carter,

Bunchy wants this case solved.

No matter what he says to you in private.

I know he puts on a good
front for the troops.

But he wants justice for Arthur

even more than he wants to spite me.

We didn't have a fight, if
that's what you're asking.

Okay, so why was he at Bunchy's?

Arthur was...

paranoid.

He thought someone was
going through our mail,

listening to our phone.
Never had any proof.

But then when Gordon went away...

Who's... who's Gordon?

Their other brother.

Arrested for having some
shotgun he shouldn't have had.

Wondered how the police found out about it.

Thought somebody was snitching.

- Who?
- I don't know.

But Arthur was trying to find out.

- Where is it?
- Hey.

Where is it? You better not tell me

that you already unloaded it.

- Where's what, vato?
- I know.

I saw. So where is it?

What's that smell?

It was like that when I took it.

Hey, what are you... what
are you gonna tell Guapo?

I don't know.

But I'm new.

And I need friends.

But if I don't get this back to Guapo

by the time he's done
beating that guy to death,

he's coming for me.

What the hell did you
think was gonna happen?

Plan was to get the dope,

get Maria, and get to Mexico.

And... and who's Maria?

My girl.

Her boss said that if I wanted to keep her,

I had to pay him off.

Pimp?

Really?

You wanted to buy

your hooker girlfriend
for 20 pounds of dope?

And he wouldn't take it.

Oh. Well.

I will.

You ready? We gotta get the baby stuff.

Five more minutes.

They'll be home any time.

So we'll run...

naked through the streets of Beverly Hills.

But you wouldn't do that.

What do you mean?

We're all special

in the beginning when we're new.

There's an adjustment period,

and yours should be over,

but it's not, is it?

So you leave, because Charlie starts

treating you like you're just another girl.

Then you bring Rick back. Why?

To make Charlie forgive you for leaving.

- Sadie...
- Poor little Cherry...

has to be the center of everything.

Hm.

Charlie just wants you because
of your father, and you know it.

What about you?

Charlie doesn't listen
to you. He uses you...

to get what he wants from other men.

Because he knows I'm good at it.

Not good enough for him.

When was the last time he even touched you?

Hi.

I think my neighbor's
house is being broke into.

2134 Summit Drive.

Yes. Please hurry.

I'm scared.

When I heard the cops come
in, I ran out the back.

I tried to warn Cherry.

I'm worried about her.

I went to the police station.
They said she wasn't there.

Come on, now.

Cherry always finds her way home.

I'm asking around, seeing
if I can get you a deal,

but guns aren't cheap.

Well, I might be falling
into some money soon.

How soon?

You know I'm more the
bartering type, anyway.

I do.

But some of the other guys,

they're getting bored
with what you're offering.

Get some new trim, maybe
they'd be willing to help.

Hey.

Well, sure, I'm busy, but
I can bowl a few frames.

Heroin, from Guapo,

that somehow I need to return
without him asking questions

I can't answer.

Is that formaldehyde?

- Is it?
- Smells like a morgue.

Speaking of, I need your help.

With what?

A murder.

So mysterious. Okay.

It's gotta look fresh.

Oh, yeah.

Ew, no.

Too old.

He's 30.

Please.

Too old?

One day... one day, you're gonna know.

You're gonna know the pain.

What about her?

I don't think I buy it as a lady.

Chauvinist.

I don't like your attitude much.

Well, Goldilocks?

Just right.

It's all there. Three bricks.

And this...

was the guy who was selling it.

How'd he get it? I
don't recognize this cat.

No idea.

He wasn't much of a talker,

but I don't think he'll be doing it again.

He was offering it up
for half the going rate.

Real amateur.

You always take pictures?

Yeah, kind of a hobby.

Look, I got more.

No, no, no. No, no.

No, no, look at this.

That one.

It's good, right?

You are a badass.

Remind me not to steal from you.

I don't think you were the target.

I'm gonna ask you to give me something

you're not gonna want to give me.

- What?
- The Panther member roll.

I want to see everybody
who was supposed to be

at that meeting last night,

and the attendance sheet,

so I can see who was not.

You think it was a Panther?

- Your brother did.
- Why?

Well, he knew there was
an informant, high up,

right next to you.

I think he was waiting
at your house to tell you.

You want to put names
with those black faces,

you're gonna have to work harder than that.

I'm asking you to trust me.

I don't. I never will.

Male negro. Age 21.

Death by homicide.

That is all your brother's
ever gonna be unless...

I betray my race to make your job easier.

So you can round up all the subversive,

black nationalist agitators.

That... that... that is gonna
happen with or without us.

Now, you called me, Bunchy. Right?

Five minutes. No notes.

Five minutes. How am I supposed to...

Not my problem.

Theo Pinkner?

- Oh, this is baseless.
- All right, Theo, Theo.

I have a right to know what I'm accused of.

- I have a right to an attorney.
- Calm down, shh, Theo, Theo.

- Clown.
- Can you give us a minute, please?

I'm Detective Hodiak.

Huh? But you can call me Sam.

I'm the new guy.

The... the new what?

Don't worry. To everybody on the outside,

it looks like you were brought in

for questioning in Arthur's murder.

But you know the drill.

We both work for Agent Sanburg, FBI.

You're a snitch.

And I'm your new handler.

And they talk big at meetings,
saying what they do to snitches.

Right.

So it was you or him.

- Right?
- Yeah.

So you shot him?

You know, you can thank me whenever.

Right.

I'm gonna get you something to drink.

Is a Coke all right?

- Yeah, that's fine.
- Yeah?

Hungry? Anything to eat?

- No, I'm good.
- All right.

So just write down a
case report for me, okay?

- Put it on there.
- A ca... case report?

Yeah, you know, this
happened, that happened.

For the files. And then
sign it at the bottom.

All right, I can do that.

Oh, and...

Agent Sanburg, did he know you
were going over to Bunchy's?

Yeah, he knew.

He's the one that said bring a piece.

Oh.

All right, well, make sure
to put that in your report.

That... that might get
Agent Sanburg a medal.

And you a raise.

- You a good man.
- I try to be.

There's always been something
special about you, Charlie.

Girls would chase you
all around the playground.

Boys, too.

You thought about what I said?

Get the papers.

I'll sign 'em.

Well, he's the snitch.

Einstein thinks he wrote a report

that'll get him a gold star and a cookie.

Bunchy, whatever you're thinking about

having your people do to him in prison,

don't.

He's not skating.

He'll do time.

A colored man accused of
murder always does time.

Plus, he's a Panther?

That's life times ten.

Well, good then.

The system's not perfect, but it can work.

You know who tried to sell me that?

My little brother.

Kept saying we can't just fight.

We have to have something
to say, something to offer.

He didn't want to carry a gun anymore.

My last words to him were that...

he was weak.

That he could never be a Panther, and...

he was no brother to me anymore.

That's why he was home.

I fired him.

His whole life, all I
ever did was rag on him.

I...

I know it feels that way now,

but you gotta give
yourself a break, Bunchy.

Families are...

all the same.

They don't work.

But they do.

You know, your brother,

he sounds like he was a good man.

I wish I had met him.

What's this?

You were a correspondent in Vietnam.

You know the rumors
about Cambodia and Laos?

They're all true.

Those are the facts.

Yeah, from who?

An anonymous source.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry.

What?

To publish any of this,

I would need someone to go on record

to authenticate the documents
that your source claims to have.

Who is your source on Joe Moran?

Oh, so you can ruin a man's life

anonymously, but you can't publish...

Look, this is classified.

This is the truth.

Detective Hodiak, if you're so brave,

publish it yourself.

If your source is so patriotic,

make him come forward.

Well, either way, that
protects your ass, right?

You have the perfect job.

Watching other people do theirs.

You know what an embarrassment this is?

Dad, I'm telling you, I'm...

undercover, for real.

I even know the name of
the cop who deputized me.

You can call him. All right?

Has my dad...

has anyone come to get me?

Louise Mitchell.

What about her?

Look, I know you told me to stay out of it,

but I didn't.

I called schools, got every record

that matched her son's
name, and I found her.

Charmain...

Beverly Hills. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll look into it.

Happy to help, Rick.

But remember,

mum's the word.

Hey.

You won't believe who they
have in Beverly Hills lock-up.

Who?

D... Detect... Detective...

Hodiak.

Did my mom send you? Can I go now?

Your mother doesn't know you're here.

This... this is a mistake.

I don't belong here.

Really?

You're an underage runaway

living in a harem with a former pimp

who's done time for theft,
assault, drugs, and rape.

You were arrested for
breaking and entering.

I knew your mother when
she was about your age.

And she wasn't perfect then,
and she's not perfect now.

And I know life with your parents was hard,

in its own way.

But life is hard.

Everywhere, for everyone, all the time.

But not in here.

Life in here isn't hard.

It's unbearable.

And if you choose life with that man,

get used to life in here.

Because this is exactly where you belong.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Please.

No. Detective!

Detective, please come back!

Please.

Hey, sweet cheeks, get a load of this.

What is wrong with you?

You want to see the before and after?

We found him all bloated and soggy.

Oh, the stench was... pfft!

I need you to go to a bar

as a chatty, no apologies,
flaming homosexual.

- Chris.
- Ryan.

I know this guy.

Men doing that with men,

they're just sick.

You're back.

Yeah.

* I was a-standing *

* By my window *

I'm going now.

But I got...

one more thing for you.

* Oh to carry my mother away *

I've never done right by you.

Ever.

Not then.

Not now.

'Cause I don't know how.

When they sent me off to jail,

you were so angry at me.

For leaving and... for everything.

And I was angry at you.

I asked you to give me a hug,

'cause you wouldn't be
seeing me for a long time,

and you wouldn't even look
at me and you cussed me out.

But then...

when I got out,

I saw you in the parking lot.

And you ran.

Into my arms.

I've always had these dark thoughts

about myself.

And whenever I do,

that's what I try to remember.

That feeling of holding you in my arms,

knowing that you needed me

as much as I needed you.

* Oh undertaker *

* Undertaker *

* Please drive slow *

* 'Cause that lady *

* You are hauling *

Aah!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Charlie! Charlie.

I don't need

anything from you!

Not your money.

Not your love.

Nothing!

You want to take a trip, Mama?

Hey.

That thing we been talking about.

You know, the new meat.

I found it.

In there.

She's ready.

Your...

Do what you want with her.

Make sure everyone gets a turn.

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