Tell me.
Where's Grace?
Bridge... she says.
Tell me.
You were there, too.
What are you talking about?
I've been here... on the phone...
with the committee chair.
Charlie's...
two weeks ago...
I saw you.
I'm serious, Charlie.
I'll make sure the cop leaves you alone, but you do the same.
My Kenny-Ken.
Guardian angel. Just in time for Christmas.
Makes sense, actually.
Makes total, complete sense.
What about any of this makes sense?
Charlie gives us what we both need.
He lets us be who we can't.
Isn't that right, Ken?
All righty, boys, all clear.
Bring her on out.
You better be careful.
You know what you're doing? You don't--
Better make sure there's nobody out there.
I'm gonna help you out.
Watch it. Manson, watch the-- Watch the rail.
I'll help you.
Charlie knows, doesn't he?
About what?
What we crave, both of us.
I don't crave this--
This obsession to-- to hurt--
What do you think your marriage is, Ken?
Huh?
Disappearing for days to binge on rent boys.
We're the same, you and me.
No, we're not.
Charlie knows that.
Charlie feeds that.
Just tell me what happened tonight, Hal.
Tonight.
That time I saw him again...
that time I saw Charlie again,
before the Nixon fundraiser?
What are you talking about?
It all came back.
Banyin likes to meet 'em.
Meet 'em and beat 'em.
I tried, Ken, I tried for years to stop myself.
I mean, I-- I did.
But these girls that Charlie finds?
I went to him. I-- I begged him--
I actually begged him to find me a girl who could take it.
He said, "Hell, man, I don't have a girl who could take it.
I'll find you one who loves it."
Sadie.
And he was right.
We were... perfect.
So that's who...
Tonight.
No. No. It wasn't her.
He said today, for some reason, she wasn't available.
So he found me another girl.
Meet Janet.
Janet, meet Hal.
Hal. I love that name.
She just-- She just stopped breathing.
I must have hit an artery or something.
I got... the blood...
I didn't know what to do.
Come on, Janet. Come on, sweetheart, please.
Please, please wake up. Please.
Somebody help me! Help me!
Come on, Janet, please!
Kenny, please.
Wait.
The girl tonight, you left her there?
I came right over.
I wasn't in my right mind.
I didn't know what I was doing.
Free.
Free. Free.
I beg to differ.
Coffee? You old enough for coffee?
I've been hearing things. Maybe kids shouldn't--
Fried-egg sandwich?
Come on. Eat up.
No?
Nothing says "abandon all hope" like cold eggs.
Pullin' a Gandhi, huh?
Well, I'm starved.
Emma?
Honey, please. Enough.
I want to help. Tell me how to help you.
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My boys, my boys.
Welcome home.
Everything's different.
But nothing's changed.
Where is she?
What's he talking about, Hal?
Tell us what you've done with her, Charlie.
Or what?
- Hey! - Get off me!
- Easy, tiger - Stop!
- Want to play, lawyer man? - Back up. Back the fuck up!
Back up.
What's your move, boys, huh?
Well, come on, you got all the juice the world has to offer.
Shit, call Dick Nixon. Huh?
Ronnie Reagan? How about the Pope?
Or maybe the Queen of England.
Shit, you two got to know God.
Bring him on down.
Tell him to kick Charlie's ass, huh?
No?
Well, here's how it is.
I got her.
I'm keeping her.
'Cause she's just covered in old Hal.
Oh, yeah, blood, spunk, fingerprints,
and all kinds of stuff the cops and DAs just love.
And given the high times the three of us shared, I...
I don't think you're gonna break up the best and the brightest,
now, are you?
You're wrong.
I am free.
All evidence to the contrary.
Sam.
I can't be held much longer unless someone's pressing charges.
Are they, Detective?
Not my case, lucky for you.
So that's a no.
And I'm emancipated.
Thank you for that.
And please, thank Daddy for me.
You're not going back to that man, are you?
As fast as I can get there.
No, Emma, baby...
You can't go five minutes without saying that.
What?
“Baby."
That's the me you want,
the baby who wore the clothes you picked,
played the games you wanted, said the things you liked.
Charlie always said that jail freed his soul.
Yeah, he's a real fount of wisdom, that one.
He's truth.
Everyone who surrenders to him becomes love.
Even Daddy.
I'm not the mother you want?
Well, you're not the child I want.
You're free.
So am I.
Mom said you wanted me to come over.
Yeah.
I want you to go to a motel and pay cash.
Don't let anybody know where you are, not even me.
Why?
I think I found a way out.
It's not everything you want...
- Dad. - ...or they want.
But look, do you really think that going to prison is gonna stop a war?
It can't. It won't.
It'll bring attention. More of us will come forward.
No. No, no, no. No, they'll bury it. With you.
I don't know if I can stop any of it.
But just let me bring you something.
Let me bring you an offer, and you just see
if you can live with it. Please?
You are the most stubborn creature on this Earth.
Second.
No, third.
Your mom.
Oh, you have no idea.
- Peace, man. - I'd kill for it.
Don't have to. It comes in bottles.
100% legal since 1933.
This is my son, Walt.
- Hey. Yeah. Hi. - Hi.
Brian Shafe, my... associate.
Associate.
I'm on the job.
Undercover.
Wow. Dad, you next?
Nah, I'm too old to hook.
Brian Shafe. Why do I know your name?
Oh, I'm the one who introduced you to Robbie Arthur.
Right. Yes.
Sorry, he didn't mention you were a cop.
Oh, I got to thank him for that.
So you were over there... with him.
Yeah.
- You in the movement? Here? - No.
If you're a friend of Robbie's, you--
It's hard for me.
I'm not judging.
I don't know what you saw, what you know, any of it,
but, uh... I'm just not there yet.
All right. To...
America.
Whatever that is anymore.
Charlie did that to you?
I fell.
He didn't believe you when you told him
you had no idea why I was in jail.
You know who he's gonna believe?
Me, when I tell him what you really did.
If you were gonna do it, you would have done it.
And I would be dead, I guess.
We loved each other, Sadie.
I still love you. What happened? What did I do?
Nothing.
But it doesn't have to be this way with us, with any of us.
- Yes, it does. - Why?
Because he doesn't love me. He's never loved me.
He barely kisses me.
He doesn't eat me. He doesn't fuck me.
He doesn't want me to go down on him. Me!
And he knows I am the best!
I just want him to love me.
No meeting, not until I have it in writing.
Well, working out the language
and clearing with DOD is gonna take some time.
We need some assurance.
You have my word.
Once we have an agreement, we don't go public.
Dishonorable discharge is the best we can do.
And immunity from prosecution
only extends to the documents we've discussed.
Draw up an agreement, get it to me.
I'll have Walt sign, hand over the documents,
we all get peace with honor.
You must have some real juice.
Pulling this off came from top of the top.
You got naughty photos of somebody in the White House?
That'd be illegal. I'm a cop.
Everything all right?
Getting there.
I hope. What's up?
The scar the judge saw, could it be a wound, knife fight?
Latin male with a criminal record and a knife wound?
- Good luck narrowing that down. - Some other operation.
Gallbladder?
Hold on, so it's a knife wound on the lower right.
The judge is looking at him, right? That's what the judge saw.
- So maybe he's saying-- - It's the perp's left side.
What else could that be?
Well, hernia could be either side,
but bad news is they're more common than appendectomies.
How much more common?
Cheer up, couldn't be more than 1,000.
- Charmain, are we under surveillance? - Always.
I think she likes us.
I like your jobs.
- So would you be free to... - Yes.
How'd you get out?
They had to drop the charges.
It was my path.
And I'm glad, so glad,
because it made me see the world through your eyes, Charlie.
We have to forgive each other.
Always. No matter what.
And love each other.
Completely and forever.
You all right there, Mary?
Are you having contractions?
What are you feeling, Mary?
Ah, it's coming. It's coming. It's coming.
No, it's too early, Charlie.
Too early for what? You want to stop that train?
The baby knows. Your family is growing. Come on.
All right, Latin males
arrested in Crenshaw,
hospitals in Crenshaw operating abdominally on same.
- Zero. - Ditto Wilshire.
Hodiak.
Dad, I need to see you.
What's going on?
Mom's coming, too.
Coming?
To say good-bye.
- Opal. - Oh, Sam.
Walt's in there. You have to do something.
I'll be back here with a court order.
Our lawyers will have one, too.
Guess we all know what your word is worth, don't we, Detective?
What did you do, Walt?
He came to see me with the documents,
which are no longer in my possession,
then he made the call to Major Halpert, surrendering.
- Your son's a hero. - Your son is a traitor.
- History will determine that. - No, sir, the court-martial will.
Please, just-- just-- please.
Why?
Everything I know we're doing over there
that we're not supposed to be doing,
that they're lying about...
you have no idea.
Even Shafe.
Soldiers need to know the war we're fighting.
We all do.
And two and three. Go.
- Again. - Again. Again.
One, two, three, go.
There's something wrong. It's not-- it's the head.
It's turned around. Charlie, Charlie.
We have to get her to a hospital now.
Shh.
Charlie. Charlie!
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
- I can't do this. - It's okay. You got this.
No, it's too much.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Charlie's coming.
Come here. Come here.
When I met you,
I didn't know who I was.
You made me.
He's here! Our boy!
Mary, our boy. Our boy! Our boy!
- Here! - He's here.
Oh, baby boy. Oh. He's our boy.
He's here. Our baby! Our baby!
He's not crying.
Charlie, he's not crying.
- Charlie. - What's wrong?
No.
Let me hold him. Let me hold him.
- Let-- let me hold him. - Mary-- oh, Mary--
Let me hold him, Charlie. Let me hold him! Let me hold him!
Let me hold him.
Let me hold...
I can't...
My baby.
Oh, Charlie.
My baby.
This was wrong, Charlie.
It was wrong.
Some things are just meant to go wrong.
Like me and your daddy.
Way the nickel rolled on that,
I would never have chose that.
But it led me to you.
And you made the family.
And that, I would never change.
Dr. Summers,
dial 2-9-2-2. Dr. Summers, dial 2-9-2-2.
So what happens now? To Walt?
I don't know.
I don't know anything.
About...
anything, turns out.
I left the, uh-- I left your number with switchboard.
You mind?
Yeah?
Hey, Charmain. I'm just--
What? No, hold on. Hold on.
Slow down.
Spell it.
No, no. He's right here. We'll check it out.
And thanks, Charmain.
That's good work.
Not a single Latin male in all of L.A. County
fits our criminal or medical profile.
Which explains your excitement.
So I had Charmain dig in another direction.
Middle Eastern, Italian.
Richard Terrio. Age 28.
5'9", 160.
Hernia operation St. Joe's six months ago.
Multiple arrests for sexual assault, robbery, solicitation.
- Son of a bitch. - Yeah.
- He's our guy. - He's our guy.
On 30.
One, two, three.
26, 27, 28...
30.
Ah!
Freeze, motherfucker.
Drop it! Drop it!
Drop it. Drop it!
- You okay? - I'm fine.
Look. Look at that.
Anybody else out there?
Anybody?
Last chance!
Antonio!
Police! Hands in the air!
Look who you shot!
Right there. Look who you shot.
He needs an ambulance!
He's not gonna get one till you drop that gun. Drop it! Now!
- Richie! - Stay! Stay there! Stay back!
Oh, the police.
You ought to get it looked at is all.
I looked at it.
I mean by someone who actually got an education.
Oh, yeah, I forgot, when it comes to blood,
you're such a nance.
How's he?
Oh, you mean that commercial for surgical dressing over there?
- He'll live. - Yeah, but will he play ball?
Whatever do you mean?
Sammy, come on. Both dead?
One in cuffs, one in a choke?
I hope you both got the exact same unlikely but stirring--
Commissioner.
Sir.
Turns out there were two.
Brothers.
But only one was involved in the slaying of the judge's wife.
We think both were guilty for Novo, though.
Which would more easily explain the crucifixion.
Both suspects have to die?
They did. Yes.
Why is that, Officer?
Sir, we didn't stab ourselves.
We didn't put the bullets in Terrio or the walls,
- the brother did-- - The answer is no.
Sir.
I used Terrio as a decoy.
I wanted him to get shot by whoever was in that house
if they were armed because I didn't want us to get shot.
And the brother?
No, he didn't have to die.
I wanted him to die.
I'm gonna tell you what's gonna happen now.
You will both be receiving the Medal of Valor.
Officer, due to the undercover nature of your work,
you'll be receiving yours behind closed doors,
but you'll get yours from me.
To the cheers of a grateful city.
Raymond Novo. A judge’s wife.
Innuendo.
Filth that would have come up in this trial.
These weren't homo killings.
They weren't swinger killings.
They were... killings.
In Los Angeles, we close killings.
You closed these.
For good.
Go away.
Not answering.
Sam?
Hi.
I saw in the paper they arrested your son.
Mm-hmm.
God, Sam, I'm--
Look, just forget everything.
Please, if you need anything,
- money for his defense or-- - No.
Thank you, but I'm fine.
Well, I'd like to do something right for someone.
Yeah, me, too.
Then...
let's try.
I'm sick of lying
about what I am...
who I love.
Charmain.
Thanks again for your help.
It might not be a medal,
but I'm gonna bake you one hell of a cake.
Anything else you need help with?
I am very available.
Guapo, the funeral home.
- We need a list of every-- - No, I already made a list.
Three funeral homes in the county
could be a potential match for the hearse.
All right, give me the list and I'll see
if I can't connect them to Guapo.
I checked. No paper connection.
You know, I could dress up as a grieving daughter, pretend--
And what? Poke around? See if you find the drugs?
Don't be ridiculous.
Look, you want everything at once, right this second.
I know the feeling. Okay? But trust me, fight it.
You'll get stabbed less.
Just give me the list,
and I'll go over it while I'm baking your cake.
Okay.
Mary, please, you have to eat.
Sadie.
What's going on?
Whose is it?
It's ours.
But how?
Where'd it come from?
From God.
My Holy Father.
Who taketh...
and... giveth.
I'll go warm up some milk.
- Tonight the big night? - Hope so.
Or I wore my girdle for no reason.
Heard you got yours in Lieu's office.
Yep.
Is it heavy? Looks heavy.
Lot of ribbon.
Not-- I don't know. Yeah, it's nice.
Just maybe a little... corny?
I like corny.
But you don't.
No.
You know, you don't have to do the job the way I do it.
In fact, you shouldn't.
You're doing fine.
Thanks.
This is it, by the way.
What's that?
As nice as I get. This is the apex.
- This? - Yeah.
- Wow. - Whoop. Moment passed.
Back to normal.
Suck my dick.
We need to make some decisions.
No, the office is too--
We're too exposed there.
Hal, we both know what we need to do.
Let's not say it on the phone.
Let's just agree how to do it, then do it.
All right.
Mary...
his skin is like the first breath of the world.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Fate.
Oh, fate.
You cruel, beautiful thing.
I give you my heart.
My whole heart.
- I'm gonna drive you. - No, come on.
- No, you're in no shape. - No, I'm fine.
- You're in no shape. - You don't know how to drive this.
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
- We haven't talked about Charlie. - Sure, we have.
We did?
I don't remember.
Oh, yeah.
It's all decided.
Shafe, I've got good news.
Charmain, what did you do?
All I did was pose as a grieving sister.
I told them my brother had just died over there
and said I'd heard they were particularly good
with deceased veterans.
He said, yes, that was true,
but things were very busy right now
and he wasn't sure if he could help me.
Also, the license plate number for the hearse
that the dancer gave us is a match.
You do recall being told not to do what you just did?
Yes, I do, sir.
You know every time you call me "sir,"
I know that it's code for "asshole."
I was not aware of that, sir.
All right, just give me the full license plate on the hearse.
Sugar clam.
What are you doing here?
Charmain.
I said, sugar clam...
what are you doing here?
Put her down.
Please.
Ah, shit. She's alive.
All right, here.
Well, he ain't gonna.
You do it, Charlie.
She's one of my girls.
Wouldn't be right.
But she can name you.
Hal. She knows your secrets.
She knows your secrets, Ken.
Before you even get started in life.
Family. Career.
Over.
You want that?
Jesus, Kenny.
Jesus Christ... what are you--
Please... tell me I'm dreaming.
Buddy?
I know you, okay?
Apparently better than you know my tolerance.
What did you put in my drink anyway?
I guarantee you, it wasn't enough.
Shut up.
You got it all thought out, haven't you?
- But you're not gonna do it. - Shut up.
You can't. You can't.
I already have.
No, Kenny.
Buddy, you can't--
No! No! No!
No!
No! No! No!
Ah! Ah!
Charmain!
Charmain?!
Leadership, bravery,
and common sense.
When a man takes that oath
and puts on that shield,
these are the qualities that one must hope he has.
But some among us have more than their fair share
of such qualities.
They lead by valorous example.
Shh.
Everything that lives...
dies.
But even the briefest spark shines.
Our first child...
will light our hearts into the future.
A future that belongs to him.
His is the purest living soul among us...
a sacred black canvas of innocence...
who we christen this night...
Valentine... Michael...
Manson.
We will color his soul with everything we know...
everything we are.
We will be his only teachers.
And one day...
we will be his students.
The Medal of Valor is given to those officers
who embody the finest qualities of the Los Angeles Police Department.
Tonight, we award it to Detective Samson Benedictus Hodiak.
And with him...
we will lead the world
to a bright, beautiful light...
of a new age.
Excuse me.
Detective, I just want to say congratulations.
- Thank you. - I'm Ron Kellaher.
I'm with Internal Affairs. There was a witness.
So I'm gonna need to speak to you tomorrow.
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