Aquarius

Previously on Aquarius...

- I'm Charlie Manson. - How do you know my name?

My daughter, Emma, she's gone.

If you can keep it quiet, there are people who'd appreciate it.

Get my little girl back.

What, are you afraid of the cops?

Relax. I want him, not you.

That Shafe kid.

You volunteering to give him the buzz cut?

So wait. I report to you?

Look, I didn't crack some secret hippie code

to tell you what they're really saying.

Name Manson ring a bell?

Your husband was his lawyer.

I don't think this is about Manson and your daughter.

It's about Manson and your husband.

She's sweet, that little Emma.

Don't.

I don't understand how...

How? A knife, how.

And you fought him? Why?

I'm not gonna let some little spic

get my... my... my watch, my wallet...

How'd you fight him off?

The briefcase.

What?

Just thought there might be scratch marks

from the struggle.

What happened to your pants?

Is there a reason you're here, Detective?

He knows who Emma's with.

All right.

Just tell me where. I'll go pick her up.

Name Charles Manson ring a bell?

No.

You sure?

Well, that's...

I knew him years ago, but what does this have to do...

Emma's with him.

What? Why?

- He's your client. - Ex-client.

Has he contacted you?

Grace, what the hell is this?

Just tell us everything.

Us?

You can go, Detective.

I have the commissioner's home number on my desk,

right next to the mayor's.

We can sure do this.

Ken's secretary, you like her?

- No. - She a little afraid of you?

More than a little, I hope.

- Why? - Ask her for a favor.

And don't tell Ken.

I was just in the kitchen, Charlie.

Um...

Did you know there's nothing to eat?

Like, not a crumb.

Come here, little thing.

Sit.

I know your hunger's real.

So's mine.

So's everybody's.

But you know what's bigger than that?

Your power.

Look.

Sadie and Katie are using their power to work on the dream.

You know what the dream is, right?

Of course.

Your music.

So tell me,

what are you doing for the dream?

I... haven't thought of anything.

Come look.

Can you see me on the cover of one of these?

Dressed like this?

I'm gonna meet record producers,

the best in the biz.

And are they gonna look at Charlie and go,

"bigger than the Beatles"?

You don't even know how important you are to all this.

But you're gonna figure it out.

When was the last time Manson checked in?

Oh, about a month.

I need you to be just a little bit more specific.

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

- Hold on. - Yeah.

Yeah, I wanted to pick up where we left off with Gladner.

It's bad vibes, man.

People saying you're the fuzz.

Now, why would anyone think that?

Streets got their own thing, my man.

There's...

Crazy whispers in the concrete.

* Crazy whispers in the concrete *

Hey, do you think that that would be a good song title?

I'm coming over.

Wait, what?

And if I have to look for you,

I'm gonna teach you a whole new song about concrete.

Shafe.

You were supposed to get me an update yesterday.

Yeah, sorry, I got distracted with that, uh,

off-the-books thing we're doing.

Yeah, well, you want to play the big top,

you got to learn to juggle.

Hey, sorry, got it, uh...

Well, supposed to be October 11th

but failed to check in.

Half case of I.W. Harper's coming your way,

but I need a current address.

Why don't you check with known associates,

and how about that Beverly Hills lawyer of his, Ken Karn?

You got it.

Bottoms up, you Irish bastard.

This a bad time for a favor?

Depends. You offering or asking?

My snitch, Vickery...

Guitar man.

That's right... uh, well,

turns out he's been blabbing about my secret identity.

So you get the play, right?

It only works if you're you.

But on purpose, like 1,000-yard stare,

psycho-cop scary.

You want to see scary,

keep your foot right where it is.

All units, 187 at 8856 39th Street, South Central.

Victim is white female.

White? That neighborhood?

Six-William-Nine, en route.

Whoa, whoa, we got to meet Vickery at 10:00 sharp.

Keep a snitch waiting,

it'll make his heart grow fonder.

I told you, get inside the house!

Husband found her, called it in.

We got here and found her around 9:00 am

Joyce Nankin, 62.

Appears to be blunt force to the head.

Where were you before you came home, Mr. Nankin?

The studio.

Oh, you're an artist?

Dance instructor.

Oh.

- So you were teaching at the... - No. No.

It's closed.

Wednesdays in general or...

Closed. Completely.

So what were you doing there?

Cleaning up, packing.

Alone?

Yes.

Mr. Nankin, have you...

Have you had any trouble in the neighborhood?

No problems.

Except we woke up one day

in Africa,

with their music and their sounds and their stink.

Lovely, all of it,

'cause business is booming.

I mean, who wouldn't want to drive down here to...

To Darkest Monkey-Ville and learn how to do the box step?

And you people, you were so, so good

when my car was broken into and when I got mugged.

You almost got down here the day that we called you.

And we thank you.

My wife...

And I.

We thank you.

We got no bread.

You know what I need.

Make it happen.

This is your moment.

You dive into your own beautiful future

or fall right back into mommy and daddy.

He's crazier than ever.

What else did he say?

Besides the fact that he has my daughter?

You never should have gone to a cop, Ken.

Grace was out of her...

This cop and Grace, that's the problem, Ken.

Charlie we can deal with.

Charlie's an ant.

All right, he wants to meet somebody in the music business?

Whatever. You make it happen.

He has to give my girl back.

All right, first you make Charlie happy,

then you get this cop to step off.

Look at me.

I'm not the only one Manson can hurt.

We can't afford this, Kenny.

Not right now.

How does this afternoon look?

This afternoon?

The fundraiser.

Oh, my god.

Get it together, Kenny.

This is a ball we do not drop.

Mr. Karn, I know you said no interruptions,

but there's an urgent call from Mr. Bruce Tamminy