"Sam:" "Previouslyonaquarius..." "I'm Charlie manson." "How do you know my name?" "Grace:" "My daughter, Emma, she'sgone." "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." "Idon'tthinkthisisabout  mansonandyourdaughter." "It'saboutmanson andyourhusband." "She's sweet, that little Emma." "(Sighs)" "(Both grunt)" "Don't." "Grace:" "I don't understand how." "How?" "A knife, how." "And you fought him?" "Why?" "I'm not gonna let some little spic get (Stammering) My watch, my wallet," "Sam:" "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." "(Indistinct chatter)" "(Acoustic guitar playing)" "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?" "Bruce:" "Oh, about a month." "I need you to be just a little bit more specific." "Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Okay." "Uh... (Clears throat)" "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... (Grunts)" "Crazy whispers in the concrete." "#crazywhispers intheconcrete#" "(coughs)" "Hey, do you think that that would be a good song title?" "I'mcomingover." "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, uh, 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. Harpers 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?" "Yougotit ." "Bottoms up, you Irish bastard." "(Clicks)" "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." "(Police radio static)" "Dispatcher:" "All units, uh, 187at885639thstreet, Southcentral." "Victimiswhitefemale." "White?" "That neighborhood?" "Six-William-nine en route." "10-4,six-William-nine." "(Siren walls)" "Whoa, whoa, we got to meet vickery at 10:00 sharp." "Keep a snitch waiting, it'll make his heart grow fonder." "(Police radio chatter)" "Man:" "I told you, get inside the house!" "Officer:" "Husband found her, called it in." "We got here and found her around 9:00 am." "Joyce nanking, 62." "Appears to be blunt force to the head." "Where were you before you came home, Mr. nanking?" "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." "(Clears throat) Mr. nanking, 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." "Manson:" "We got no bread." "You know what I need." "Make it happen." "(Manson sighs)" "This is your moment." "You dive into your own beautiful future or fall right back into mommy and daddy." "(Car door opens)" "Ken:" "He's crazier than ever." "(Car door closes)" "What else did he say?" "Ken:" "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." "(Sighs)" "How does this afternoon look?" "This afternoon?" "The fundraiser." "Oh, my God." "Get it together, Kenny." "This is a ball we do not drop." "(Knocking)" "Mr. karn, I know you said no interruptions, but there's an urgent call from Mr. Bruce tamminy from the San Pedro parole office." "He says it's regarding your client Charles manson." "Yeah, put him through, sheryl." "I'll take care of it." "Bruce. (Chuckles)" "Mr.karn." "Yeah, no, Ken's out of the office right now, Bruce, but, uh, I wanted to make sure I spoke to you immediately about your Mr. manson." "(Siren walls)" "(Motorcycle revs)" "(Siren stops)" "(Pop music playing on the radio)" "Officer:" "Hey!" "Man:" "Well, hey, man!" "What did I tell you?" "Told you to stay away from the front of the store." "Get out." "Get out into the street." "Woman:" "Relax!" "Man:" "Just relax, man." "Officer:" "Put your cigarette out." "Thank you." "Officer:" "Shut your mouth." "Man:" "Come on." "Officer:" "You're going to jail today." "What I told you." "Move on." "Hey!" "(Gasps)" "Unbelievable." "You kids just come in here..." "Ow!" "Stop!" "And grab whatever you want all the time." "(Grunts) Let go of me." "Let go!" "Oh, no, no, no, no." "Stop, no cops, come on." "Ow!" "Stop it!" "Stop!" "Let go of me." "Shut up." "You're hurting me." "Aw, baby-jam." "What are you doing?" "What's she doing?" "Going to jail is what." "No." "Got to bite the hand that frees you." "What?" "Bite the hand that frees you." "(Grunts)" "Bitch!" "(Motorcycle revs)" "Hey!" "Officer!" "Hey!" "(Both grunt)" "(Upbeat pop music playing)" "How, um, how'd you..." "You think being pretty's enough?" "You think being a sweet slice of pie gets you a ticket to the show?" "You like your mommy?" "You want to be just like her?" "Arctic, dried-up, gin-cured, slit trench?" "(Stammering) No." "Do what needs to be done, and stop making it about you." "Did he... did he call the cops on us?" "Don't worry about him." "(Engine starts)" "He didn't see a damn thing." "(Upbeat pop music playing)" "(Groaning)" "Sam:" "We'll just be..." "We'll just be a couple minutes." "If you want to just have a seat." "Hodiak." "Husband has brain cancer." "Nothing they can do but dope him up till it gets him." "(Sighs)" "(Sets down bottle)" "Can you do that?" "I don't know, can I?" "What is it?" "It's a birthday card." "Shafe:" "So you make the husband as the doer?" "Hodiak:" "I do indeed." "(Engine stops)" "Not seeing a whole lot of evidence." "Well, domestic homicide, you usually don't." "It's usually he said/she dead." "So what are we doing here?" "Best milkshake in town." "We're stepping off the suspect for a milkshake?" "No, we're gonna let him stew a little bit, give him some alone time with his conscience." "Legs spread." "Hands on the wall." "And why in the hell should I do that?" "I'm lonely." "You're my best shot." "You got to buy me dinner first." "I don't eat with you people." "(Laughs)" "It's my first beat." "1947." "(Phone rings)" "Change much?" "I think the coffee's from '47." "That hasn't changed." "Sam, phone." "(Reporter speaking on TV)" "Hodiak." "Newscaster:" "...Marchedacrossthepotomac andamassedat thePentagon, resultingin afull-scaleriot." "I had charmain check." "The nankins have been the victims of crime zero times." "So that lie was incredibly stupid." "Most murders, you're not exactly dealing with goldfinger." "Sam:" "Very sorry, Leo." "My aunt had the exact same thing." "The pills just killed her appetite." "Except for one thing." "Vanilla milkshake." "Shafe:" "How are you today?" "You mind if I ask you a few questions?" "(Scoffs)" "Nothing too heavy." "Just a few." "She was a real looker, your missus." "Mgm dancer in the '30s?" "Big deal back in the day." "I think I saw her with Fred Astaire." "You in the movies too, Leo?" "No." "No, I didn't get that far." "Why not?" "Just not good enough." "Ah, not good enough." "Bet you heard that a few times, huh, Leo?" "Lee:" "You sure you're a cop?" "Oh." "I just need a trim." "Or you're a narc." "(Chuckles)" "Anyway, uh, between 7:15 and 8:15," "Mr. nanking's car was in the driveway." "And you saw him, 7:30, 7:45 right out front?" "He was on his porch, smoking." "Did you say good morning?" "He never so much looked me in the eye, me or my family." "And that wife of his, God rest but..." "She didn't have a Christian bone in her body." "Afternoon, Ms. Lee." "May we speak with you?" "Uh, in a second, guys." "We're just in the middle of..." "We know what you're doing, officer, and it's now over." "Go inside, baby." "We're investigating a murder here." "Ma'am..." "Excuse me." "Couldn't have been easy for a woman like that to age, married to a younger guy." "Thing is, Leo, you never called the cops." "The only calls to the police involving you and your wife were from your neighbors..." "(Stammering) No..." "..." "About you and your wife." "Fighting." "I took a look at the report." "The names she called you." ""Talentless." ""Leech." ""Pansy."" "Then you get sick." "I can't imagine that turned her into Florence nightingale all of a sudden." "Leo, I'm married." "I get it." "Any man would." "Then with the pills, you're just not yourself." "How's that milkshake?" "This neighborhood has grieved over 27 murders this year." "All black." "How many of those were solved, officer?" "(Sighs) Not enough." "Not one." "You are an occupying force." "Until you withdraw, we will not help you." "All right." "Sam:" "Nation of what?" "Islam." "For Pete's sake." "Look, we got a lying-ass, doped-up, dying dancer in a wig." "No physical evidence and now no witnesses." "I'm not seeing a quick close to this, and we're seriously late for my snitch." "Mmm." "How about the guy without the hat?" "You got a name on him?" "Bunchy Carter." "All right, follow my lead." "Leo, we're about to make an arrest in your wife's murder." "I'm sorry about everything." "I really am." "Hiya, bunchy." "It's Mr. Carter." "Mmm." "You're under arrest." "Get out of my face." "You're under arrest." "Come on, you know the moves." "Get out of my face." "Hey, stand down." "Stand down." "(Onlookers shouting)" "Everyone stand down and bear witness." "Come on, you know the moves." "It's hodiak, right?" "Oh, yes, it's nice to be remembered." "Is there an actual charge?" "Actually, yeah, there is, Mr. Carter." "Woman:" "Let him go!" "Come on, man, why would I rat you out?" "Who'd you tell?" "No one." "Who'd you tell I'm a cop?" "No one!" "I swear to God, man!" "Art gladner." "Carter:" "This is bull!" "You said it, brother." "Honky, suck my pipe." "Man, we've got a common struggle." "We got a common nothing." "Yeah, you do." "You're both gonna shut up." "Man on radio:" "Congress expresseditsdesireyesterday tohaltbombinginVietnam." "SecretaryofstateDeanrusk  saidthatwithoutbombing..." "This is a legalized death sentence for the black man." "Mmm-hmm." "Shafe:" "Yeah?" "What about the white soldiers?" "What white soldiers?" "All you got is white officers making sure the yellow man and the black man wipe each other out." "Okay." "It's genocide." "Did you serve, bunchy?" "Do I look like some smiley new lawn jockey waiting to take orders?" "173rd." "And you look like an empty mouth." "What?" "Nothing." "(Car door closes)" "Don't go anywhere." "I know you know." "Walk with me." "My lawyer." "What, you don't shake hands?" "Hey, ow, ow, ow." "You and me, we're gonna sit in your front window, and I'm gonna meet all your customers." "You can't do that." "I can't?" "I did it all the time when I did narco." "I watched guys like you just dry up and blow away." "What do you want?" "First, you two walk back whatever you said about me to whoever you said it to." "Next, the guy above you, the guy above him, the guy above that." "(Grunting)" "I want a deal in writing." "You want a deal?" "Yeah." "Oh!" "(Striking) -(Groaning)" "You want it in writing?" "Here." "How's that?" "(Acoustic guitar playing) #lookat yourgame,girl  #lookat yourgame# ah, it's..." "Something like that." "But I got something that's a bit more like... (Up-tempo strumming)" "No, no, no, no." "I dig your stuff." "I can't quite connect it to old Kenny cufflinks lawyer, man, but, uh..." "What you need to do is get a demo." "Cool." "(Strumming)" "Cool, cool." "What's a demo?" "(Pop music playing)" "Detective hodiak, please." "Well, do you know when he's expected?" "Thank you." "Um, no." "No, I'll call back." "Grace, where's the cointreau?" "Um..." "The bartender's out." "Coming." "(Click)" "Hey, fellas." "Hello, how are you?" "(Camera shutter clicking)" "Nixon, Reagan, I dig those dudes." "You can't be here." "Hey, I'm not here to hassle you, man." "Emma told me today was a big shindig." "I just thought I'd swing by and tell you that I owe you." "Sincerely." "Matty gladberg is the mountaintop." "This ends now." "I gave you what you want." "I gave you more than that once upon..." "Give her back." "(Manson chuckles)" "Keep it light, or some ugly-ass genies will come out of the bottle for all to see." "Ah." "Borrow your pen, my man?" "(Clears throat)" "I need two grand." "What?" "For my demo." "Matty gladberg said a good one's, like, a grand, but we want mine to be great." "Don't we?" "So... bring it here." "You'd make my year." "(Progressive rock music playing on the radio)" "Oh, my God." "Where did you find this stuff?" "It was all going to waste." "Any grocery store, out back, if it's a day past the date, they throw away enough to feed the entire world a hundred times over." "Look at all this stuff." "Do you like cherries?" "I love cherries." "You're my cherry." "Ladies, say good-bye to sweet, shy, little Emma, and meet smart, sweet, sassy, and tart cherry-pop." "Whoo!" "Cherry-pop, love it." "Whoo!" "Love it." "Cherry-pop." "(Cool jazz playing)" "(Thud)" "Walt?" "Hi, dad." "Does your mother know?" "I barely knew myself." "So..." "This is the new place." "Mmm." "Homey." "Hmm." "Still playing." "Never good enough to play." "Yeah, you are." "You just..." "You never wanted anybody to know." "How come?" "I thought you were in country." "I was." "I am." "How'd you get leave to come back?" "New policy." "It's a little different from my day." "Lots of things are." "Sam:" "Sixty-one unsolved crimesinyourneighborhood lastyear." "Carter:" "You think framingmeis thateasy?" "Slausonstreetgang mostofyourlife." "Spent four years in soledad." "First shot at you, every racist da in the county would buy me dinner and throw in rams tickets." "I'll pray for your soul, sue your ass into the dirt, and wait for the day I can beat it bloody." "Whoo." "Allah'dbeproud." "Sowouldladyjustice." "That'sa goodone." "I don't know why you got to make it personal." "You know?" "Leo." "All right, so..." "So you want me to identify the guy?" "'Cause I told you that I was at the studio..." "Leo, Leo, Leo, Leo." "You know why you're here." "On some level, you got to be a little relieved, right?" "All right, all right." "You know what?" "I knew it." "Here's the thing about murder, Leo." "You deny it, get arrested, get charged, found guilty, make us spend all that time and money, you fry." "When you and I both know that you'll barely make it past the charge part." "Doctors gave you what?" "Six months?" "Six months?" "No da wants to walk you into a courtroom." "I called my lawyer." "And he's gonna be here." "He's gonna be here anytime." "Okay." "He was my wife's lawyer back in the day, yeah." "Oh, wow." "I know him?" "(Laughs) Robert rollins." "Oh, he's a big gun, yeah." "That's right." "And he loved joycie, so I'm not saying anything." "Nothing." "Charmain?" "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "I'm saying nothing, nothing." "That's good, Leo." "You did a good thing." "A very, very good thing." "Mmm-hmm." "You just sit tight right there, and, uh, I'm gonna walk and talk to your neighbor Mrs. Lee and get a sworn statement from her that you were home." "Then I'm gonna talk to that young man over there, who says he heard your wife scream shortly before 8:00 A.M." "Oh." "Yeah, he was right outside your door passing out those leaflets." "No, no, no." "You arrested him, all right?" "Bye-bye, alibi, Leo." "He's not helping you." "He's not helping you." "No, he's not the most willing witness ever." "I had to do a little convincing." "(Door opens)" "Charmain." "The lawyer for a Mr. Leo nanking is gonna be coming." "Robert rollins." "Rollins, rollins." "Yeah, I want you to make sure that he gets here right away." "Thank you." "Okay, Leo." "What I finally got is an actual case, which I do not want." "But I also don't want another open homicide on my desk." "I will give you my word of honor that you will never see the inside of a jail or a court." "Can I talk to you?" "No." "Outside." "No." "Outside, just a second." "Leo, you know how much you hate the coloreds?" "I need to talk to you." "Well, not half as much as they hate you." "And they can burn you today." "Hodiak, I need to talk to you." "But you confess, and you get to go home." "No, I need to talk to you right now, outside." "Thank you." "Look... (Knocking) Are you serious?" "(Jiggles doorknob) Open the door, hodiak." "(Banging)" "Hodiak!" "Open..." "Charmain." "Let's go." "Women's booking." "No, I..." "Come on." "Hey." "You know what's up, right?" "Huh?" "When the guy's lawyer gets here, you tell him there's some confusion, that his client is not in observation, he's at the other side of the building." "In booking, you say." "Hey!" "(Clapping)" "Come on, let's go." "Okay." "You know what?" "Yeah, I..." "You got it?" "I'd be happy to, yes." "My lawyer's gonna be here in just a moment, second." "As soon as he does, you're gonna spend the rest of what's left of your life in jail." "You want that?" "I don't." "Excuse me, I'm looking for my client," "Leo nankins." "Do I look like I work here?" "It's a birthday card." "Open it." "Margot fonteyn's coming to town in a month." "Your wife got you two tickets." "You're a big ballet fan, right?" "(Sobbing) Yeah." "Yeah, she knew this was an important birthday." "That's the thing about wives, Leo." "They're never the worst thing they say or the best thing they do, and neither are we." "Okay, all right." "Okay, come on, Leo." "Now it's time to write it all down." "You owe it to her." "(Leo crying)" "Did you sign?" "Yes." "Thank you." "You're under arrest." "Hands behind your back." "What?" "What?" "Ow." "Yeah." "Thing is, Leo, cops can lie, but we can't make deals." "No, you promised." "And wives can be a lot of things, but we don't get to beat them to death." "Come on." "I'm gonna tell." "Where is that thing?" "All right?" "I'm gonna tell." "I'm gonna tell my lawyers what you did." "Yeah, you do that." "You take it all the way to the supreme court." "Speaking of which, you have the right to remain silent." "(Sighs)" "Oh." "Indian giver." "Yeah." "(Sighs)" "Anything you say can be used against you in court." "You have the right to talk to a lawyer." "Bunchy, your deep understandable hatred of the nankins has helped put mister sadly where he belongs." "So... thank you?" "No." "Thank you." "You're either asking me to join the nation of islam or telling me to dress better." "One of the nation's objectives is for all negroes to leave the united slave states and repopulate our native Africa." "But when you imprison me without reason..." "Without reason?" "..." "To achieve your objective despite the suffering you inflicted on me..." "You were interfering with a police investigation." "I see now that my true path lies not in flight from this country..." "Oh, bunchy, I've known you since you were 11 years old." "My true path lies in changing this country because I'm not a pacifist." "No, you're a crook in a new costume." "You are a living lie." "I am the truth who will burn your world to the ground." "Does this mean I really get to keep the tie?" "Watch your back, hodiak." "Jimmy c." "Is it my turn in the box?" "Are you gonna, what, sweat me for an apology?" "This is how it goes." "When I am closing a case, you never, ever do that again!" "Closing a case?" "Is that what you call that?" "The guy did it!" "The guy had rights!" "Not today." "Back up." "What?" "Back up." "You think all you did was lean on a perp?" "When you haul in an innocent man..." "Bunchy?" "On some trumped-up obstruction beef you know he had nothing to do with..." "Child, he didn't know that." "He's just a dumb spade to you, right?" "Oh..." "Yeah, doesn't know nothing about nothing." "Grow up." "Easiest target in the world." "I was shaking him loose." "You hold him overnight." "You dump a crime spree on him he had nothing to do with." "Would you pull any of that if he were white?" "Would I pound the fear of God into some mope" "I needed to bend if he was white?" "Yes." "I did, for you." "(Chuckles)" "If you think those things are the same, maybe we can't do this, you and me." "And you helped me out, and I want to help you find that girl, but I will not do the job the way you do." "You don't even know what the job is." "You know what?" "Give me a ride home." "Excuse me?" "We get through this or past it." "You know, like, literally half the time," "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Oh, hey, Howard." "I'm good." "You?" "Huh?" "Come on." "She did?" "Seriously?" "Well, the ladies, huh?" "What are you gonna do?" "Him I like." "Kristin:" "And the baby does this..." "Hey." "Hey, honey." "Have a nice chat with Howard?" "Always." "Hi." "You're home early." "Mwah." "Yeah, this is hodiak." "Uh, we work together." "Sam." "Kristin." "Nice to meet you." "And then who is this?" "Bernadette." "Bernadette?" "My favorite Saint." "Well, I'm not too sure that's her career path." "Mmm-mmm." "(Laughs)" "(Bernadette cooing)" "Yes." "Subtle." "(Door closes)" "Don't lead a subtle life." "Thought you ought to know." "I don't unless we are going to keep on looking for Emma." "Then I guess you do." "(Car door opens)" "Cutler:" "So, Sam, thisthingwithWalt." "Italkedto my brother-in-law atPendleton." "The thing I don't get is how he just got out." "I mean, my brother-in-law said," ""the only way you ever get sent stateside is" ""if one of your parents is dying."" "And, I mean, it takes letters and doctors and all... (Exhales)" "Sam:" "Opal." "Officer." "You sent the letter, didn't you?" "To get him back." "Said you were what?" "Sick?" "Dying?" "Which one of your barfly friends did you get to play the doctor?" "(Glass shatters)" "Our son is awol from a combat zone." "He's a deserter." "He could go to prison." "You too." "You're in a real pickle there, officer." "You gonna turn me in?" "No." "You're gonna do what's right." "You're gonna turn him in." "I won't have to." "They'll come for him." "You have no idea what you've done." "Walt?" "So his secretary said" "Ken had gotten nine phone calls from manson." "She said, as far as she knows, Ken never returned." "But he got the messages." "Sam:" "Hmm." "Well, here's the log, just dates and times." "I'm having so much trouble understanding this, why Ken is... (Laughs)" "This isn't..." "Sam hodiak wears glasses." "I don't know what you're talking about." "No?" "Mmm." "Invisible." "(Chuckles)" "Okay." "What about Ken?" "I don't remember the last time I understood him." "He'sa sphinx." "Icantellyou  exactlywhathe 'llsay inanygivensituation, whatmusiche 'lllike, tiehe'llpick, candidatehewillvotefor." "(Chuckles)" "But I've never had any idea what he was thinking ever." "Why did you marry him?" "Hot summer." "You were long gone." "My dad liked him." "So, not strong reasons." "I got pregnant." "That's a good reason." "(Laughs)" "So what about you?" "Why did you marry, you know..." "Opal?" "Yeah." "Opal." "Why did you marry her?" "(Laughs) I can't remember." "I can't remember." "I can't remember." "Are you sure I can't get you a drink?" "(Sighs)" "Pretty sure." "You don't drink anymore, do you?" "Drinking, I don't tend to make the best decisions." "(Door closes)" "Half." "I get my girl out of here, you get the other half." "And hal knows I'm here." "You do anything, anything, and it's over for you." "You hear me?" "Anything?" "Shit, Ken..." "We're not enemies." "We never were." "You're the one who forgot." "You're the one who, when I called and called and called, wouldn't answer." "Charlie?" "(Chuckles)" "Charlie?" "Come back later, cherry-pop." "I'm busy." "(Knob turns)" "You do as I say now." "It's all right, Ken." "It's all right." "Be free." "Do you remember how free we were?" "I showed you you could finally be who you were." "So sweet, those nights of ours." "So sweet, my Kenny-Ken."