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Sam:
Previously on aquarius...

She freaked on me,

and she took off
with this guy.

Man: What guy?

She's gone, junior.
She don't need you no more.

All I care about is Walt.
I just want to talk to my son.

But, I don't know
where Walt went.

Hippies found out
he was with us,

came looking for him,
he had to split.

Emma.
Her being gone,
was that you?

-She's not here?
-Took off.

Wearing that same
pretty dress she came in.

Grace: You want your
passport stamped,

go see guapo.

Get right with guapo,
you're right with me.

Manson:
I need to open his mind,

not his skull.

(Psychedelic rock
music playing )

Manson: Killer man.

(Wind howling)

Killer man.

Open your eyes
and say what you see.

There's the lost lamb.
Save her!

Who is? Who?

Manson: You have killed,
killer man,

to save girls like her.

Many times, you've drowned
the light of life.

Who did you kill, killer man?

War, world.

World war ii?

Oh.

That was you, saving us?

You saved us, killer man,
from the great Adolf Hitler?

(Chuckles)

Hitler.

Manson: Japs. Nukes.

(Explosion)

Who did you kill,
killer man, to save us?

(Indistinct yelling)

Chew up the yellow man
and spit him out?

You have swallowed death.

(Growling)

You live on death.
Death lives in you.

Save the innocents

for your country.

Save the lost lamb,
there's one. Look!

Sadie: Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

(Cars honking)

I'm in danger.

How do I open my eyes?
I don't remember.

(Amplified echoing sounds)

-(Tires screeching)
-(Grunts)

-He walked right into me.
-I saw it, miss.

It's not your fault.

Let's go.

-Joe?
-Yeah, that's right, it's Joe.

-Joe, look at the stars.
-Oh, okay.

-They're raining light.
-Okay, come on, buddy.

You're damn lucky
I was looking for you, Sam.

"My beamish boy.
Callooh! Callay!"

I will take that
as a compliment.

Look, I know you're loaded,

but I could really
use your advice.

There's been another
bus robbery.

Don't work robbery.

No, it's not about
the robbery. Okay?

It's liquid.

My fingers are swimming
in liquid.

You signed out an hour ago.
How much could you drink
in an hour?

Cut it out.

Cut it out!

-Ow, that hurt!
-I barely hit you.

-I barely hit you.
-No pain.

I don't feel pain.

I'm gonna call shafe
at the precinct.

He'll keep his
trap shut, right?

Wait here. No.

(Straining) Right here.
Don't move.

-Stay.
-My leg is stuck.

(Laughs) My leg is stuck.

(Hums)

(Psychedelic rock
music plays)

You been here before?

Yeah. How about you?

If I had been here,
I'd remember.

This scene is so far out,
it's gone.

Hey, guapo!

Shh! (Speaking Spanish)

Hey, no names, man.

Hey, hey, don't freak on me.

Look around.

Nobody here can even remember
their own name.

This is bri. He's cool.

He gets you laid.
Gets you high.

He's the one who tipped me off
to Jimmy too's game.

Shake him down.

So...

Why should I trust you,
my friend?

Look, if I'm not welcome,
I can just...

173rd airborne?

That's right.

-In country?
-No, Beverly hills.

You were in nam?

So...

173.

-You knew Enrique herrera?
-(Scoffs)

Yeah, I know Henry.

Oh, that's right.

You anglos, you like
to call him "Henry."

He liked to call
himself Henry.

-He was brave.
-Hell yeah, he was.

Enrique was a lion.

(Roars and laughs)

Hey, man, I told you.

-He's a warrior.
-So, you served your country.

Maybe now you'll serve
your city as a cop.

You got me.

I'm a cop.

And I'm gonna go bust
this punk right here.

-Ah.
-Where's my money?

Where's my money?

I'm a dealer.

I sold you grass,
and now you owe me.

Play along or you're going
to jail.

My money!

You hold out on me again,

I'm gonna kick your teeth in.

That biker who just left?

Yeah. Roy.

He looks rough
but he has a kind heart.

Well, he was with that weirdo.
That...

Is that what this is,
their place?

Cherry.

Sweet sight!

(Laughs)

You see?

The universe always comes back
around our way.

Charlie, you know
my friend Rick?

Charlie won't hurt you,
he's all love.

Oh, tell my balls.

Rick gave me a ride.

Nice wheels, right?

And he was so sweet,

he bought me a snack
with his credit card.

Well.

(Laughs)

Thank you for taking
care of Emma.

Yeah.

I'm sorry if there was
a misunderstanding.

I thought you were
bad for Emma.

I got to get going.

I got a big history test
in the morning, so...

Oh, we're making
history here, Jack.

We're gonna change the way

the world hears music.

Besides, it's a bad time
to leave.

See, it's the witching time.

-Uh...
-And school...

...is out.

Hey, minnie.

This here is Randy Rick.

Deserves a welcome,
don't you think?

He deserves

everything I've got.

That's...

Uh...Ha.

I don't own you, Rick.

People aren't property.

You see,
Emma and the girls understand

that one isn't enough
for a growing boy like you.

Besides, I sure could use
a helping hand around here.

(Laughing)

Well, hey now,
don't be selfish.

Come on.

-Priore: So you're in?
-I was connecting with guapo,

but then that ucla punk...

-Brian, I need results.
-(People protesting outside)

You get time and location
out of guapo's shipment,

and we get a big fat bust.

Sure. I just gotta...

Gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta nothing.

You wanted undercover.
If you can't handle it...

-No, I'll get it done.
-Good.

Then you can paint
yourself brown

and do something about
these bus robberies.

Is that why
they're protesting?

Yeah, some low-life
has been preying

on chicano cleaning women.

He's holding them up
on their way home.

And guess what.

They, like everybody else,

don't think we're doing
our job right.

Oh, and moran was
calling for you.

Check up front.

-His daddy is loaded.
-Car dealer?

Zondo motors.

Mondo zondo.

Aren't they the biggest
in LA.?

That's what Rick says anyway.

Thank you.

For Rick

and all the zon-dough
he'll bring us.

And thank you.

Thank you for coming home.

To me.

Please don't ever
leave me again.

Please. You promised.

I won't leave you
ever again, Charlie.

I was sad. (Laughs)

So sad without
my sweet cherry's lips.

(Pop rock music playing)

(Water flowing)

Grace!

Grace, swim to me!

Swim to me, grace.

Grace, swim to me.

-Swim to me.
-Excuse me.

Jump in. Swim to me.

-Sam, what are you doing here?
-This is for you. I'm ready.

I'm ready for love.

-What's wrong with you?
-Nothing.

No pain!

Nothing is wrong with me.

No pain. No pain.

-Pain. No. No pain.
-You have to go.

Governor Reagan is here,
and you're humiliating me.

Get him out of here
or I'll call the cops.

-Don't send me back.
-Lady, I am a cop.

Oh, it's nothing,
just a drunk.

A friend's taking him home.

You all right?

My beamish boy.
Callooh! Callay!

-What's going on with you?
-Stop it.

(Whimpers) It hurts.

Hurts what? What hurts?

It hurts.

I'll fill up the bus.

Oh, yeah, sadie.

We'll be zondo-ing
all over Beverly hills.

Will you tell me now, Charlie?

Tell you what?

I hate my father.

He has never loved me.

He doesn't even think
I'm pretty.

Cherry...

You...

Are the prettiest girl
on earth.

Do you know
my father's secret?

Look, cherry...

...you accept there's no past,
no future.

There's only what we feel,

what we know right here
in our skin,

-in our hearts.
-Yes.

So search in yourself.

What do you think
is your father's secret?

My father can't love.

And he can't be loved.

(Snickers)

It's all right.

You tried to love him.

Your mother tried.

I tried. And, and...

He can't.

Cherry, come here.

You're wiser than all of us.

You've taught me why
we're so lucky.

We can give and receive love.

That's why we're
a real family.

What do I have to do to get
a cup of coffee around here?

Any idea who spiked
your drink?

No, I don't remember.

It's like a blur. A bad dream.

You know, um,
moran really saved your ass.

Yeah, that much I do know.
He called you?

And the cab company and got
the address where you were.

Moran somehow knew that
you were high on something

and for some reason figured
I'd know how to handle it.

Yeah. Wild guess, huh?

Mmm.

I told you that, uh,
Emma and Rick were at spiral.

What happened to my buttons?

Last night you went
to the karn's...

No, shh. I don't want to know,

that's enough.
I don't want to know.

Um, what did you
say about Emma?

She was at spiral.

-You want to do
something about...
-I don't care.

You don't care?

You don't... are you serious?

You dragged us into
this because...

Let me rephrase that.

I do care. I'll handle it.

Yeah. Look,
Ricky's there, okay?

And at any minute,
he could tell Roy

-or guapo that I'm a cop.
-Mmm-hmm.

-We got to handle that.
-Mmm.

Deputize him.

-Do what?
-Make him your deputy.

(Guitar strumming)

(Knocking at the door)

-Joe.
-Hi, Sam.

-How you feeling?
-Thank you for last night.

You really, you saved my ass.

Yeah, well, I want to cash
that check right now, Sam.

That's a little quick,
but okay.

Yeah, I saw this.

Salazar's got a hair
up his ass

about the echo park
bus robberies.

Thinks the LAPD
would be better off

if there was more
chicano detectives.

I'm Cuban, Sam.

My real name is Jose moran.

No. Don't bull.

Really? You're not Irish?
You're Cuban?

Moran's a common Irish name,
but it's also Spanish.

In junior high,
I started calling myself Joe

and when I moved out here,
after serving in Korea,

everyone assumed I was Irish.

Assumed or you led them on?

A little of both.

My people are fair-skinned.

My grandma had red hair
and blue eyes.

So when I met my wife Maggie,
I let her think I was Irish.

-Why? Did she say...
-Her father hates Mexicans.

A lot of daughters like to
defy their daddies.

Not Maggie.

When I met her, she was 18.

A very obedient,
good little catholic girl.

If her father objected...

I don't know.

You know, maybe we would've
gotten married.

Maybe.

I love Maggie and my boys.

My beautiful red-headed,
blue-eyed sons.

They're the world to me.

All these years,
you've never told Maggie

that you were Cuban?

I didn't have to.

My father died
when I was six.

My mom passed
when I was in Korea.

And the rest of my people
are still in Cuba.

And Castro's making sure
they don't show up.

And when I joined
the department,

of course it's better for me
if nobody knows I'm Latino.

Let's be honest.

You really think
I would've made detective

if the brass knew
I was a spic?

So I assume Salazar found out?

Yeah.

I can't, for the life of me,
figure out how he knows.

Says I'm the only Latino
detective in the department,

which pisses him off.

But what really pisses
him off is,

what good is it if
nobody knows?

Wants to interview me.

Says it'll give me power
in the department
to help latinos.

I refused.

Salazar told me that, with or
without my cooperation,

his next column,
a week from today,

is gonna be about me.

He promised me that if
I alert the brass first,

he'll let me claim
I did it voluntarily.

Says it'll look good
for everybody to have

a positive story about
a Latino in the department.

Only problem about
this positive story,

it's gonna destroy my life.

Yeah.

(Strumming guitar and singing)

(Singing indistinctly)

(Laughs)

Classy.

Savior!

My savior.
Where you been hiding?

This here's my man vickery.

Charlie manson.

Charlie!

(Laughing)

Man, I hear this is your pad.

Well, everything belongs
to everyone, Jack.

Whew! Beautiful.

Your father's on the phone.

Hurry up.

-Wow.
-It's just temporary.

You'll get your real
badge in couple of weeks.

Okay?
You're undercover, man.

You can't carry this
on you here.

Right, right, of course.

All right, now don't
raise your hand

in case anyone sees,
and keep your voice low,

but repeat after me,

I, Rick zondervan,

I, Rick... I, Rick zondervan,

swear as a deputy detective
for the county of Los Angeles

swear as a
deputy detective for

the county of Los Angeles...

Why didn't moran tell me about
his wife and boys himself?

-Why send you?
-He didn't think

you'd believe him,
so he told me his secret

to prove to you that he
would tell the truth
to the department.

-Okay, good. So it's settled.
-Eventually.

He'll need some time
to break the news
to his family slowly.

-Slowly?
-Yeah.

All Jose has to say is,
"honey, I'm Latino."

-Yeah.
-It takes two seconds.

-Well, ruben.
May I call you ruben?
-Of course.

And I see
you were in Vietnam?

-Covered it two years.
-And you're married.

So you know that
telling the truth is only
gonna take a few seconds,

but it'll take some time
for his face to heal.

She's a scratcher.

He's been lying to her
about who he is for 12 years.

Ah. Then she'll also have
the shock of finding out

that her two beautiful
Irish sons are wetbacks.

-(Both laughing)
-You got that right.

-That's right.
-Yeah.

Detective hodiak,
I have no sympathy

for self-hating Joe moran
or his racist wife.

Ruben, if I've offended you
in some way, I apologize,

but don't punish Joe
for my tactlessness.

I have given detective moran
every chance to make

the simple fact of
his heritage less damaging,

so his way or mine,
in a week, everyone'll know
that Joe is Jose.

Now, if you please...

(Exhales)

Guapo: Now, this'll be
the first shipment through
nippon warehouse.

But if all goes good,

this could be a regular
thing for you two.

Whoa, slow down.

You never used
this guy before?

I never asked if there
was any questions.

I actually have
the same question.

And that's your last question.
This is my last answer.

The connection I know,
he's my man.

He's never used this method
to bring in stuff before.

Juan's going with you.

See, I don't care what
happens to you clowns,

but Juan...

That's my primo.

I'd never risk my blood
if I wasn't sure it was safe,

you dig?

Now, you in, or what?

We're in, man.

Delivery's tomorrow at noon.

-Daylight?
-Safer.

Easier to see a pig
in the sun.

(Chanting in Spanish)

He didn't care.
Told you he wouldn't.

I'm not sure I did my best.
Maybe you should talk to him.

Ah, there's no point.
He just wants to screw me.

-He's dying to screw me...
-(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Phone rings)

Salazar is a self-righteous
prick, but he's not wrong.

You should probably
tell everyone the truth.

-Woman: Sam.
-Yeah.

Call for you.
South Pasadena precinct.

-South Pasadena?
-Yeah, he didn't give a name.

Hodiak.

Oh, thanks for
getting back to me.

Louise Mitchell. Mmm-hmm.

Nothing.

All right. Well, thank you.

Look, I know these
calls are off-book,

but I heard you talking to
shafe about a Louise Mitchell,

and, uh, what's
her son's name?

Greg. Gregory Mitchell?

Yeah, you know, I could
help you run them down.

I have plenty of time.

You know what, I...
I need to do it myself.

But thank you.

Yeah, it's Gregory Mitchell.

Any grade.
I don't know how old he is.

You do?

Do you have a home address?

What the hell?

Rampart's got a call
they say is ours,

704 bus to echo.
Another robbery?

Unis there now!

Did you get a call
about this too, lieutenant?

Yeah. He killed her this time.
Punk shot her for five bucks.

-Get over there
right now, cut.
-(Phone rings)

This is not rampart's problem,
this is our mess.

Charmain: Joe, it's for you.
It's ruben Salazar.

What's that spic
calling you for?

Yeah, well,
don't tell him nothing.

Moran.

Salazar here.

It's all over the wire
about the 704 bus.

Okay, now this time
it's murder.

Jose,

-I can't wait any longer.
-When?

Tomorrow.

(Click)

Charlie.

Charlie's right.

You are the prettiest
and the smartest.

No.

-You're just as...
-Shh.

-We're sisters, right?
-Right.

Sisters don't lie
to each other.

I am so proud of you.

Don't make me
sit on my pride.

You have to free yourself.

-I've told Charlie...
-Not Charlie.

Charlie can't free you.
I can't free you.

My mother was a drunk.

She didn't take care of me
or my little brother.

And when she got cancer,
I joined the church choir

so I could sing to God
to save her from dying.

(Chuckles)

And then when she went into

the hospital for
the last time,

I brought the choir
outside her window

to sing her way to heaven.

And do you know
what she said to me?

Why didn't you just
bring a radio?

I'm so sorry, sadie.

Don't be sorry, cherry.

I was lying to myself.

Really, all I ever wanted
was for my mother to die.

Because she wasn't
my mother.

I am my mother.

I gave birth to me.

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.

(Whispers)
It's time for you to be born.

(Knock at door)

Sam, it's Joe.

(Knocking)

Yeah.

Yeah, I saw that.

Maggie threw me out.

Said I'll never see
my boys again.

First of all, it's illegal.

All right?
Now, go home,

let her hit you
till her arms are tired,

and then make love to her.

What do I say
to my boys?

Your sons are gonna
love you no matter what.

(Slaps paper)

You know, Maggie said
she could forgive

my screwing around on her,

but this just proves

everything I've said to her
is a lie,

one big lie.

Sam, believe me,

I have got no one
in this world

but Maggie and my boys.

Without them, I am no one.

You can sleep on the couch.

Get out of your car
and wait for the transfer.

When he hands over the goods,
we'll crash the scene,

bust the connection,
the biker,

any other baddies,
preserving your cover.

And to abort,
what's the signal?

Look, we're backing you up.

Any trouble, we'll come in
and save your pretty face.

Yeah? Is your car
faster than a bullet?

Gilbert: Hey,
you got the jitters?

Brian: I'm being careful.

Well, you look
green to the gills.
Can you handle this?

Panic will get us all killed.

I can handle the bust.

What I can't handle
is your sloppy planning.

Gilbert: Hey, only
done 50 of these.

Kid's right, Gilbert.
If he smells a setup,

he should have
an abort signal.

(Protest continues)

Okay.

You think the transfer's
a phony,

light a cigarette.
We'll abort.

-Got it?
-Thank you.

Just don't let your nerves
get the better of you.

Hmm?

Where's moran when
we need him?

We could prove we got
a wetback on the job.

"My name is Jose jimenez.

"I will catch the bad man
who rob you."

And he could sing to him.

(Singing in Spanish)

(Laughs)

Yeah, cut, I knew you'd find
my little secret funny.

I knew you'd be the first
to stop being my friend.

-Well, I'm your friend, Joe.
-We're all your friends, Joe.

We razz each other,
that's what us cops do.

Did you tell Salazar?

What?

Was it you, whalen?

You stupid Mick.

Put the gun down, Joe.

We'll kill that bottle.
I could use a drink.

(Protest continues)

Stand down, stand down,
stand down.

I love being a cop.

I love workin' with you.

Wanna know why
I lied to you all?

Because if you knew
I was Latino,

you'd never let me
be one of you.

Never be American
in your eyes.

I knew that. I was okay.

I didn't, I didn't mind.

I wanted to be just like you.

But now it's them.

Now my own people
won't let me be American.

Hispanics, latinos,

chicanos, cubanos.
All those spics.

I see you, Sam.

You're fast, but... (Chuckles)

You're not that fast.

-It's five after.
-He's coming.

Five minutes late is nothing.
Look.

(Car door shuts)

-Hola, Juan.
-Como estas.

Wait here.
I'll pack the, uh...

Radios for you.

Gilbert: We take them
as soon as he comes out
with the package.

He's aborting.

He's not lighting
the cigarette, get ready.

You got a light?

Yeah, man.
You have a smoke for me?

Here's the stuff.

Give my best to guapo.

(Scoffs) He blew it.

Coward.

(Shouting in Spanish)

Let's give Joe the room.

(Speaking Spanish)

Hey, Joe, you,
you mind if I...

Take a seat,
keep you company?

My brother in arms
till the end, right, Sam?

Remember how you saved my ass

when that bust on Franklin
went belly up?

Dealer got the drop
on me.

-(Chuckles) I was a goner.
-I remember.

If I'd have died that day,
I'd be a hero.

Maggie, the boys,

they'd be proud
of me forever...

Joe, Joe,
you don't wanna shoot yourself

through the temple,
you know that.

You want the bullet to go
through the entire cortex.

Shoot the temple, you might
give yourself a lobotomy,

and your kids'll be changing
your diapers for 20 years.

Good point.

Yeah, if you're gonna do it,
gun's the way.

My dad lost everything
in the crash.

He jumped out of
his office window.

Didn't die for two days.

So now every time
things go wrong for me,

I think about
killing myself.

I think, "dad gave up,
why shouldn't I?"

That's what your boys
are gonna think

every time the going
gets tough, Joe.

And the going eventually
gets tough, doesn't it?

You're full of it, Sam.

Your dad's alive.
You've talked about him
lots of times.

I talk about him
as if he were alive because

-I'm ashamed of what he did.
-I don't believe you.

Joe, let me tell you something
else about my father that
you don't know,

he's a Jew.

-Really?
-Mmm-hmm.

You're a Jew?

I'm, no. I'm an American.

But my dad was a Jew.

My mom's Irish.

I'm a half-breed,
a mongrel.

Like you I don't tell people,

'cause I don't want them
treating me any differently.

I'm with ya on this, Joe.

I'm not Ukrainian.
I'm not Irish.

I'm not a Jew.

I'm American.

I'm as American
as George Washington.

Like you.
Like Roberto clemente.

Thanks. Thanks, Sam.

All right.

Why don't we
walk outta here, Joe?

You and me.

Two Americans.

Past the spics
and the micks and the wops

the kikes and the spades?

With just our...
Our heads held high.

Let's walk outta here, Joe.

(Gun clicks)

(Protest continues)

(Sawing)

(Saw stops)

(Chuckles)

Where's the stuff?

Now I know I can trust you.

Cutler: Go home, Sam.

Get some shut-eye.

-You deserve it.
-Mmm.

It was real good,
what you did.

Thanks, cut.

It was real good.

How's moran?

Four weeks
mandatory observation.

Sam, the FBI did ask us
to follow that anti-war kid.

-Robbie Arthur?
-Yeah.

Just got the
surveillance photos.

Pretty boring stuff.

No contact with Walt.

Arrest this guy.

-Who is he?
-Just do me a favor.

Have a uni bring
that lowlife in.

Sure.

(Phone rings)

Cherry.

(Scoffs) You.

You did this?
You had me arrested,

dragged down here
like a common criminal?

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

Dad.

Get these manacles off me.

"My beamish boy.
Callooh! Callay!"

Re-ReSynced And Corrected text By Chuck