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Sam:
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?

Sam:
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.

Guapo: 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.

(Exhales)

-(Knock at door)
-Sam: Hey,
get out here, dad.

You think I don't smell that?

In a sec.

Just flush it
and get out here.

(Toilet flushing)

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 the 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.

(Chuckles)

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?

(Rock music playing)

Charlie: When the time comes,

it ain't gonna be
in no hospital. (Chuckles)

(Inhales deeply)

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. (Sighs)

You come from the land
of plenty.

Did it make you whole?

All our boy's gonna need
is love.

And diapers.

Woman: 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.

-All right?
-No, no, no.

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?

-Walt: 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 six million Jews

without doing anything
more dangerous

than screwing
the band leader's wife.

Without a heart?
You came back without a soul.

Yeah, well, you can go
be a self-righteous,

sanctimonious prick
on your own time.

This is Walt's decision.

-This is about Walt.
-(Knocking on door)

Where is he?
Oh, my God.

Oh!

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

Do you know how worried
I was about you?

Hello, opal.

-Duck.
-Hmm?

(Grunts)

See, 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.

Walt: 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.

(Rock music playing)

Water.

I ain't got nothing strong.

I don't drink.

Anymore.

I'm giving up my vices.
(Chuckles)

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.

(Chuckling)

But you never sang nothing
as a boy.

You here for money?

'Cause I ain't got none.

-Not for you.
-(Snaps fingers)

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.

Sanburg: 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.

(Gentle quacking)

To get these names
we need informants,

undercover officers,
eyes on the ground. You.

-I have pamphlets.
-Oh, good.

Sam: Here's a pamphlet.

In order to combat
this menace,

the LAPD must work with us

to disrupt, ridicule,

discredit at
every opportunity.

Eh, maybe we can tie
their shoelaces together,

and give them tittie twisters.

Hey, cut, got a body found
in a drainage ditch.

ME says it's almost
a month old. Real foul.

Maybe it's got tie in
to another unsolved.

What's it got to do with me?

-Lieu says you got
a light caseload.
-Oh, does he?

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

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 DA 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 counsel.

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?

-Okay...
-Charmain?

(Latin music playing)

Man: Guapo!

It's about damn time.

Today, we make a lot of money.

Well, I do.
You?

(Speaks Spanish)

(Phone rings)

-Hodiak.
-Bunchy: Detective.

Bunchy?

-There's been a homicide
at 7642, zamora Avenue.
-Okay.

Why are you telling me this?

I helped you,
now you help me.

What happened to
policing yourselves?

Yeah, 0.7 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.

(R&B music playing)

Bunchy: He's okay.

-Sam: Who is he?
-My bodyguard.

Hmm.

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.

Kathleen: I hardly remember
Charlie being born.

Think I blocked it out.
(Chuckles)

They don't tell you
how much it hurts.

Probably because,
if every woman knew,

they'd close their legs...

Forever. (Laughs)

Charlie: 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.

Charlie:
You have to learn, cherry.

How many times?

You don't be the problem.
Be the solution. Huh?

So, you want
baby trinkets so bad,

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

(Sighs)

(Scoffs)

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

Ain't you the expert?

So you just 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?

-Your hillbilly brother?
-(Shushing)

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

and get beat up
every time I looked sideways.

See, I have a family

that I chose.

(Mumbling)

Charlie.

Your granddaddy Charlie died.

That's why I came.

Okay, then.

You, you told me.

You can get now.

Shafe: So, how does this work?

We check the money,

they check the product,
that kind of thing?

-You've seen too many movies.
-(Clanking)

It's already done.

It's better to not be seen
making an exchange.

It's like a milkman.

That is smart.

Let's get to work.

(Funk music playing)

-So Arthur worked as
your bodyguard, huh?
-Hmm.

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, you know?
-Yeah.

-Domestic trouble.
-Mmm-hmm.

How about that light out back?
How long's that been broken?

Mmm. 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?

(Rock music playing)

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!

(Indistinct chatter
and laughter)

Come on. I got to
show you something.

I'm gonna find the kitchen.

(Music ends)

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.

(Water running)

(Latin music playing)

I gotta hit the head.

(Mouthing) Go.

(Machines whirring)

-Bunchy Carter.
-(Chuckles)

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.

(Machine whirring)

Guapo: Where is it? Huh?

-(Beating)
-(Man groaning in pain)

Ahh! Ow!

(Speaking Spanish)

Three bricks, gone!

-You'll die!
-(Pleading in Spanish)

-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.

(Yells) You find it!

(Man groans in pain)

I have something for you.

Something granddad left.

His house,
and a few acres 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, uh, 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 will 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.

Sam: 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.

(Knocking on door)

-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.

Boss said that if I wanted
to keep her, I had
to pay him off.

A pimp? Really?

(Chuckles) You wanted to buy
your hooker girlfriend

for 20 pounds of dope?

And he wouldn't take it.

-Oh. Well.
-(Slams lid)

I will.

You ready?
We gotta get the baby stuff.

Five more minutes.

They'll be home any time.

So we'll run, huh.

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.

(Chuckles)

Charlie just wants you
because of your father,

and you know it.

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?

(Scoffs)

Hi.

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

2134, summit drive.

Yes. Please hurry. I'm scared.

Sadie: 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.

(Folk rock music playing)

(Motorcycle approaching)

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 of
the bartering type, anyway.

(Chuckles) 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.

(Shutter clicks)

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.

(Sam whistling)

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, look at this.

That one.

It's good, right?

Good.

You are a badass.

Remind me not
to steal from you.

Sam: 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.

(Stuttering)
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.

(Rock music playing)

Sam: Theo pinkner?

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

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

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

-Theo, Theo. (Chuckles)
-Clown.

Sam: Can you give us
a minute, please?

(Door closes)

I'm detective hodiak.

Huh? But you can call me Sam.

I'm the new guy.

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.

Now, Arthur was
gonna tell bunchy.

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.

(Chuckles)

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.
-(Stammering)
A 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.
-(Laughs)

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

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.

(Door opens)

Sam: 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 time's ten.

Well, good then.

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

(Scoffs)

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.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Salazar: 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?

(Sighs)

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?

Hey, you got a minute?

Depends.

Louise Mitchell.

Sam: 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...

Brian: 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?

(Gate clicks)

(Gate closes)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Stuttering) Detective...

Hodiak.

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.

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.

(Laughter)

Hey, sweet cheeks,
get a load of this.

-What is wrong with you?
-(Laughs)

Cutler: You want to see
the before and after?

We found him
all bloated and soggy.

Oh, the stench was...Pfft!

Sam:
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.

(Laughter continues)

(Retches)

(Will the circle be unbroken
playing)

Kathleen: I'm going now.

(Kathleen sighs)

But I got...

One more thing for you.

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.

(Sniffles) 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.

(Cries)

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.

(Screams)

(Gasping)

Kathleen: Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Charlie! Charlie.

(Coughs)

I don't need
anything from you!

(Crying)

Not your money.

Not your love.

Nothing!

You want to take a trip, mama?

(Whimpering)

(Coughing)

(Muffled yell)

(Breathing deeply)

Charlie: Oh, 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.
-(Chuckles)

Make sure
everyone gets a turn.

Re-ReSynced And Corrected text By Chuck