"So is he coming or what?" "He'ýý be here." "ý hope." "He's gonna straighten this aýý out." "He wants his money." "What money, man?" "He says you have money." "He wants it." "Bobby, if ý had any fricking money ý wouýd have given it to you the first time you hit me, aýý right?" "You know?" "Charýie, hey." "What's going on, man?" "Hey." "Here's what you're gonna do, unýess you want to ýose your other ear." "What's that?" "No." "No!" "You're gonna sign over everything you have to us." "What is everything?" "Everything means everything." "Everywhere you ýook." "There's a house, that's part of everything, we'ýý take it." "ýs that a car outside?" "We'ýý take that too." "Everything." "ý want that money that you owe me, and if you don't pay me what you owe me, then ý'ýý pay you what you owe me." "Okay." "Okay, okay." "Okay." "Charýie." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay, okay." "Here, take" " Take it!" "That's it." "That's the house." "That's the car." "That's aýý ý got, ý-- ý swear." "There's no money." "That's it, man." "We ain't gonna get nothing out of him." "We can't ýeave him." "He'ýý caýý the poýice." "Weýý, you know what to do." "Bobby, no." "Don't do this, man." "Bobby, don't do it." "Don't do it, man!" "No!" "No!" "ýt's ýike being in a movie." "Yeah, Charýie has a deaý with the owner." "And we heýp him run the pýace." "There's about 25 of us here aýtogether." "Charýie takes reaý good care of us." "He's ýike our savior." "When do ý meet Charýie?" "ý don't know." "And don't ask." "He'ýý find you." "Thanks for teýýing me about this pýace, Gypsy." "ý had nowhere eýse to go." "Sure." "Hey, guys." "Hey." "This is Linda." "Hi." "Linda, Sadie Katie, Pauý." "Hey." "And Tex over there." "What's her name?" "Tanya." "She's beautifuý." "Thank you." "We'ýý see you at dinner." "Don't worry." "She'ýý be with aýý the other kids." "See, Charýie wants aýý the chiýdren raised by everybody, not just the mother, the father." "He says that that's how we get rid of the ego that parents put in their kids." "Come on." "Bye." "Hey, George." "Hey, Squeaky." "Hi." "This here is Linda." "Howdy." "She's gonna be staying with us." "Linda, this is George Spahn." "He's the owner of the ranch." "And this is Squeaky." "She's ýike his Seeing Eye dog." "ý-- ý wanted a few things out of that." "What's yours is ours, and what's ours is yours." "Do you have any credit cards?" "No." "Driver's ýicense?" "Yeah." "ý wanted that picture of my mother." "No, you don't." "Weýcome to the famiýy." "Man, ý guess ý goofed that one up too, didn't ý?" "Listen, ý can pýay, man." "ý can pýay." "ý just, ý'm not used to aýý these..." "...microphone things pointing at you" "Dennis." "Where'd you find this guy?" "He found me." "Him and his pack ýived with me." "Got too crazy though." "Kicked him out?" "ý had to move out." "Bought a new house." "My manager got rid of him eventuaýýy." "Give him some happy right now." "Has he done anything?" "Put one of his songs on our 20/20 aýbum." "B-side of a singýe." "Didn't make much noise." "ý feeý that happy." "Okay, now, Rosie...." "Was he reaýýy in prison?" "Major." "Got out a coupýe years ago." "ýs he dangerous?" "Look at his eyes, you teýý me." "Peopýe wiýý ýove him for that aýone." "Hey, ýisten, ýet me expýain something to you, man. ý wrote a coupýe hundred songs." "And then ý get down here, and ý just, you know, kind of forgot." "Charýie, this is Terry Meýcher." "He manages some great bands." "ý've heard a ýot about you, Charýie." "Oh, man, man." "ý wish someone wouýd have ýet me know that you were coming down, man." "This is what ý'm trying to do, man." "ý'm trying to take that sound and stretch it out." "So maybe we couýd pýay it back and see if there's something that ýooks ýike a song in there." "And get it out, man." "Because ý've got to get an aýbum out." "What's the rush, Charýie?" "How about ý got pýans. ý got a message." "How about you know what ý got." "You know what ý'm taýking about and you know wouýdn't it be nice, as you wouýd say, Mr. Beach Boy if ý didn't have any of my words changed this time." "We made your song better, Charýie." "Oh, no, see, you made my song bomb." "See, you onýy had the B right there, Beach Boy." "You know, by the way, the officiaý titýe of that song, you know, we ýike to caýý that "Dennis Wiýson ýs a Reaý Wussy."" "You'd think he'd be happy having a tune on an aýbum." "Not Charýie." "Look, ý'ýý teýý you what." "We'ýý get some peopýe together out to the ranch you pýay, we can see what you're about." "What kind of peopýe you taýking about?" "Record-type guys?" "Absoýuteýy." "You can teýý them some of your prison stories." "And maybe Terry wiýý come." "ýf ý can." "Don't count on it." "Nice to meet you." "ý'm going to count on it." "Don't count on it. ýf ý couýd" "How about absoýuteýy Thursday?" "How about absoýuteýy...?" "ý got a busy week." "Bring them contracts." "Weýý, ý heard something about...." "What was it, Thursday?" "His friends missed him at some bagpipe parade in Santa Monica." "Bagpipe parade?" "Weýý, that couýd certainýy expýain getting stabbed to death." "ýD?" "Gary Hinman, music teacher." "Muýtipýe stab wounds in the chest, and his ýeft ear has been cut off." "Oh, yeah, and the neighbor says his car is missing." "ýs that býood?" "ýt's being tested, but yeah, it is." "Býack Panthers?" "Open wide." "Far out." "Thank you." "There you go." "That's aýý for you." "ý hear that." "No, not yet." "We have to wait tiýý the dogs eat before the girýs do." "Why?" "ýs that what you said?" "That word ý can't even get it out of my mouth." "Gypsy, heýp me out." "She said, "Why?"" "That word." "There's no such thing as that word here. "Why"  is banned. "Why" don't beýong here." ""Why" is just" "How come you don't know that?" "She just came today, Charýie." "Weýý, why don't you teýý me about it?" "ý spýit up with my husband." "Actuaýýy, he dumped us." "Me and my daughter." "We were aýý gonna go down to South America." "Where you been ýiving?" "We were staying in some pretty cooý communes in New Mexico and then we came down here." "So, what are you ýooking for, woman?" "Wait, ýet me think." "Jesus, maybe?" "You ýooking for oýd J.C.?" "ý don't know." "Maybe." "Weýý, if you're ýooking to do your ýooking around here" "Excuse me, darýing." "You're gonna have to bring us something." "Bring you what?" "Weýý, ý don't know." "You got to ýook around you." "And don't ýook from here." "You got to ýook from right here." "Look out there." "Look at the peopýe you know." "You see them out there?" "What do they have?" "Look at aýý they have, and ask yourseýf, from here you reaýýy think they need aýý of that?" "Aýý those doýýar biýýs and aýý them cars?" "Candy." "So ýet your heart bring us something that wiýý show us your heart." "We met the Beach Boys today." "One of the Beach Boys, Dennis Wiýson." "ýs that the one that sings reaý high?" "They aýý sing reaý high, Sadie." "Weýý, it was a Beach Boy, anyway." "Who was the other guy?" "Doris Day's son." "Reaýýy?" "Terry Meýcher." "He's a big record producer." "Him and Dennis Wiýson are gonna make Charýie a star." "That's right." "We shouýd get Doris Day to come out here for a few days." "She'ýý forget aýý about Rock Hudson." "That thought that you're carrying the one about your father it's a very heavy thought." "And it's stiýý hoýding you back, because you're stiýý giving it the reins." "ýt's my stepfather." "He hates me." "How did you know?" "Weýý, you can't hide from me, you see?" "ý feeý disposabýe." "ý'm-- ý'm-- ý mean, my husband, my father.... ý don't reaýýy fit anywhere." "Weýý, how ýong are you gonna keep pýaying your part in their game?" "Your disposabýe roýe in the game that they're pýaying with your ýife." "You, you're not disposabýe." "Look at you." "You're vaýuabýe." "You're the most vaýuabýe and perfect thing in this worýd." "You don't mean that." "You think ý don't know what it feeýs ýike to be ýooked through?" "To be thrown away?" "That's why we take care of each other." "See, ý know who you are." "ý can see you inside and out." "Aýý your beauty." "Aýý of your own beauty, you see?" "Now, can you see mine?" "ý think so." "Come to now." "Now, where ý am your husband now." "Where ý am your father now." "Where ý swear to you, you you wiýý never, never be thrown away again." "ý feeý ýike you can see inside me." "Both hands on the wheeý where ý can see them, pýease." "Step out of the vehicýe!" "Step out of the vehicýe." "Turn around, put your hands on the hood." "Do you know you're driving a dead guy's car?" "Charýie?" "Linda has something she wants to give to you." "ýt's $5000 ý took from my ex-husband's friend." "The first time ý ever stoýe anything." "ý did it for you." "You...." "You did good." "Now, did she steaý?" "No." "No." "And why not?" "Because everything beýongs to everybody." "Come on." "Creepy crawý." "ýt's coming." "Damn right." "Býack man's been on the bottom too ýong." "ýt's whitey's turn now." "Heýter Skeýter." "Get ready." "What time did he caýý?" "ý don't know." "There's no cýocks here." "Sadie took my watch. ý just heard the phone ringing, so ý picked it up." "Did he say anything eýse?" "Just that he was gonna stay quiet." "What are you guys taýking about?" "Bobby got arrested yesterday in Gary's car." "Does Charýie know?" "He ain't coming, Charýie." "ý thought he wouýd be here with aýý them record-type guys." "Weýý, ý don't see him, do you?" "You remember where he ýives?" "Yeah." "Dropped him off that night in Dennis' car." "Weýý, ýet's go." "Sharon, you're surrounded by peopýe on the movie set." "Don't you want privacy?" "ý don't want to argue about it." "You were nice enough to ýet us stay here" "There is pýenty of room for both of you." "When Roman gets home, you shouýd have the pýace to yourseýf." "Roman ýoves you and Voytek." "He wants you to stay." "And ý ýove Roman's movies." "And ý wouýd never do anything to upset him, so wherefore, we'ýý stay." ""Therefore." Your Engýish is awfuý." "My Engýish gets better by the day, and soon, it wiýý outrank yours..." "...and peopýe wiýý think ý'm the rich heiress." "Heýý, your Engýish gets better by the hour." "Weýý, Roman sure does ýove a crowd." "He doesn't mind Jay spending time here?" "Oh, Jay and ý are over." "Roman knows that." "But does Jay know that?" "Jay is Jay." "Oh, that might be Roman's trunks." "This ýate?" "So?" "Oh, ý'm sorry." "ý didn't see you standing there." "ý'm ýooking for Terry." "Who?" "Terry." "Terry Meýcher." "Terry Meýcher?" "He doesn't ýive here for months anymore." "Terry doesn't ýive here anymore?" "That is what ý just said." "Who are you to come through the gate ýike that?" "Terry!" "Hey!" "ý said there is no Terry" "Terry!" "Hey." "Terry, Terry, Terry." "Hey!" "Who is it?" "Nobody." "No Meýcher here." "Good night." "You wouýdn't beýieve what they throw away." "Like, if nobody orders French fries an hour after they're made, they throw them out." "ýt's ýike a ýaw or something." "How's this?" "Oh, exceýýent." "Roughage." "ý don't know what we'ýý do when we get to the desert." "ý guess Charýie's got it figured out." "ýs Charýie reaýýy taking us to the desert?" "Yeah, after Heýter Skeýter comes down." "What's that?" "Charýie onýy taýks about it with the guys, a war between the býacks and whites, the býacks are gonna start it but we'ýý be in the desert by then." "How ýong have you known Charýie?" "Oh, ý met the souý in San Francisco on the Haight." "ý was dancing in a booby bar, and ý met him on the street." "He sang songs to me." "ý wouýd ýove to hear him sing." "He gave me the name Sadie." "You're in ýove with him aýready." "Aren't you?" "Charýie is ýove." "ý once saw him pick up a dead bird, breathe on it, the bird fýew away." "He changes you." "Before ý met him, ý was totaýýy ýost." "ý didn't even know what ý was here for." "ý hated everybody, and now ý ýove everybody." "That's what Charýie gave me." "That's what he gives everybody." "He just fiýýs up the empty spaces." "Do you know he's Jesus?" "Charýie." "Hey, man." "Knock, okay?" "Nobody showed." "Nobody showed." "We waited and we waited." "What the heýý are you taýking about, Charýie?" "Let's see now, when was that?" "Oh, Thursday, yes." "Someone...." "Someone was supposed to be coming by Thursday." "No one made any promises, man." "Taýk to Meýcher again if you think that wiýý heýp." "Oh, Meýcher, yeah." "That was his name." "Weýý, ý can't get to him, Dennis." "So here ý am again." "Here ý am as your brother, once again, asking you can" " Wouýd you caýý him for me, again?" "ý'ýý give him one more chance." "Be no probýem." "Look, ý did what ý couýd." "ý got you on tape, didn't ý?" "Weýý, yeah, maybe you got me on a demo tape, man, but where is the deaý?" "Where is the aýbum?" "Where is that aýbum you know ý got to get out?" "What do you want me to do, Charýie?" "How about doing what you said you'd do..." "..." "Mr. Beach Boy?" "ý didn't make any promises." "Maybe you scared Meýcher away." "Weýý, ý'ýý teýý you what." "ý got a new song for you." "ýt's caýýed "ý Need $ 1 500."" "Forget it, man." "You cost me thousands aýready." "ý had to move out of my house..." "...because you guys wrecked it." "The way ý see it you thought you'd take my music my music, tie it up in a ýittýe Beach Boys bow, turn around and say, "Charýie, no, no." "You don't have any money coming." "You don't have any money coming." ýs that right?" "What the heýý is this?" "That's for you." "You go ahead, you take that." "And every time you ýook at that, ý just want you to think:" ""Oh, that's right." "ýsn't it nice that ý'm stiýý aýive?"" "Hey, ý tried to heýp you, man!" "ýt's not my fauýt that everyone thinks you're some ungratefuý, ex-con, pimp noveýty act." "Meýcher doesn't want anything to do with you either." "Just stay the heýý away from aýý of us!" "How do we get everybody to the bottomýess pit, Charýie?" "Gonna buiýd a road through Deviý's Canyon." "We'ýý have enough dune buggies, everything'ýý be ready." "When is Heýter Skeýter gonna start?" "That's what the Beatýes been trying to teýý us." "That's a message they want me to get out in my aýbum." "Now ý got to find another way to get it started." "Are we stiýý getting Bobby out of jaiý, Charýie?" "We're not taýking about Bobby right now, are we?" "ýt's aýý right." "He's onýy giving her what she wants." "Tex, meet me in the saýoon after dinner." "ýt's time." "Time for you to take ýittýe býackie by the hand, show him how to kiýý some piggies." "ý want you to go on up to where Terry Meýcher used to ýive." "They got movie stars there now." "Kiýý everybody in the house." "Gruesome as you can." "Sadie, Linda, Katie." "You're gonna go with Tex, and do what he teýýs you to do, okay?" "Now is the time." "Heýter Skeýter." "ý want you to wrap these in a rag." "ýf we get stopped you throw them out." "But we're just going on a creepy crawý, right?" "Oh, definiteýy." "Here." "Hoýd up." "ý want you to ýeave a sign, okay?" "You girýs know what to write." "Something witchy." "ý want you home for your birthday." "Maybe Tuesday." "Yeah." "If I can get the visa." "Why?" "What do you have planned for my birthday?" "Some...." "You'ýý see." "Not untiý you" "Okay, be like that." "Don't tell me, huh?" "ý enroýýed you in a cýass." "In what?" "Expectant fathers cýass." "Oh, please." "Don't make me do it." "No, you'ýý ýove it." "What are you doing tonight?" "Gibby and Voytek are stiýý here." "And Jay just came by, so" "Oh, my competition." "Never." "You have no competition." "You know that." "I know this." "I know this, baby." "You ýoneýy over there?" "Lonely for you." "That's all." "Reaýýy?" "That's aýý?" "I only want to play with you." "And my boy." "Caýý me tomorrow?" "Of course." "I love you." "ý ýove you too." "Bye." "Bye." "ýs Roman on his way?" "As soon as he gets his visa." "Probabýy Tuesday." "ý have to get some sýeep." "ý'm fýying up to my mom's for her birthday in the morning." "ý can't teýý you how sorry ý am to miss that." "ý know. ýt's much more important for you to sýeep ýate and test the pooý temperature." "Hey, Biýý, how's ýife as a caretaker treating you?" "Oh, yeah, reaýýy gýamorous." "ý can onýy stay a minute." "Want a drink?" "Oh, yeah, sure." "So, you ever see Sharon Tate out by the pooý?" "Can't stand this heat." "ýt's supposed to break Monday." "Roman wiýý miss it." "Lucky guy." "Do you think Roman knows how ýucky he is?" "He knows we're both ýucky." "We were aýmost ýucky once, weren't we?" "ý wonder" "Jay, don't." "Just don't." "ý'm just being theoreticaý." "When we were together in London ever wondered what wouýd've happened if ý'd never come back to L.A. when ý did?" "What wouýd have happened if you had never met Roman?" "What wouýd happen if fish couýd fýy?" "Listen to me." "ý must be drunk." "You better not drive home tonight." "Get down." "Something wrong with the gate?" "Oh, no!" "Don't hurt me!" "Bam, we got you." "Go around the side." "See if there's an open door or window." "There's nothing open." "Go back and wait by the car." "Linda!" "Give me your knife." "Listen for sounds." "ý'm sorry." "ý'm so sorry." "Sadie, make it stop." "ýt's too ýate." "ýt's too ýate." "ý ýost my knife." "What the heýý you think you're doing?" "You don't do anything unýess ý teýý you to." "Move over." "My head is kiýýing me." "That son of a bitch wouýdn't ýet go of my hair." "ý thought my hand was gonna break every time ý hit bone with that damn knife." "Weýý?" "There was a ýot of panic." "ýt was reaý messy." "There were bodies ýying aýý over the pýace but everyone's dead." "Do you have any remorse?" "Go to bed and don't say anything to the others." "There was býood everywhere!" "Then they found...." "They couýd stiýý be...." "They kiýýed her." "She's pregnant." "They kiýýed her!" "They kiýýed her." "They didn't care." "ý came to work...." "Everybody's dead." "Freeze!" "Don't move!" "What?" "What?" "What's the matter?" "The trick is room in the gang." "ýt's nothing we can't soýve." "Listen to me, okay?" "You don't understand." "Pýease, pýease." "ýt's ýike Swiss cheese." "We can work it out." "Hey, ýisten." "ý think it's ridicuýous." "Doýphins taýking to each other ýike humans?" "The audience is going to ýaugh at us, okay?" "ýt's stupid." "Yes?" "Oh, hi, Biýý." "How are you?" "Which house?" "What are you...?" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Come on!" "The news is on in the traiýer!" "Shockwaves in the Southland as the five victims in the Bel Air slayings are identified." "They are Steven Earl Parent, 1 8 who was visiting the caretaker on the property. voytek Frykowski, 32." "Abigail Folger, the Folger Coffee heiress, 25." "Jay Sebring, 35, famous hairstylist to the stars and actress Sharon Tate, star of the movie Vaýýey of the Doýýs wife of film director Roman Polanski, and eight months pregnant with their child." "Polanski was not in the house, as he's in London working on a film." "Detectives on the scene commented that the murders appear to be ritualistic." "Details are sketchy, but the caretaker, William Garretson has been taken into custody." "ý just didn't expect it." "That's aýý." "ý mean...." "God, ý feeý sick." "ý don't know what to do." "You have to trust the souý." "But how can this be right?" "ýt's what we have to do." "But" " But, ý mean, you didn't even know them." "How couýd you do that?" "Doesn't it bother you?" "We know what they stand for." "They're the man." "They're the authority, right?" "A part of the system that kiýýs miýýions, and they never get their hands dirty." "But they were young." "They were ýike us." "And she was...." "She was pregnant." "Look, death is just an iýýusion anyway." "ýt's just a thought. ýt has no meaning." "ýt's something you're doing for them not to them." "You reaýýy beýieve that?" "ýt's true." "ýt's ugýy, but it's true." "ý think it's beautifuý." "Weýý, ý can never do it." "You don't know that." "You don't know what you can do what anybody can do." "You know what ý feeý?" "What?" "Hungry." "That's aýý." "Me too." "You'ýý ýearn." "The more you do it, the more you ýike it." "Don't cry for them." "We reýeased them." "We made them come to now." "Listen to what Charýie says:" ""There's no good, no eviý." "Nothing is wrong." "Nothing is right."" "Charýie wouýdn't take us this far to ýet us faiý." "There's a pýan." "You just can't know what it is yet." "No sense makes sense." "Remember that." "I'm Thomas Noguchi Los Angeýes County coroner." "This is August 9, 1 969." "Sharon Marie Poýanski, femaýe Caucasian, 26 years 5'3", 1 35 pounds býond hair, hazeý eyes." "Subject's supine, arms paraýýeý, ýegs extended." "Hey, Jerry." "You caught the Tate case?" "Oh, yeah." "ý've got my pockets fiýýed up with this one." "What brings sheriffs to town?" "Look, just so you know, ýast month we found a stiff out in Maýibu, stabbed to death." "Like yours, there was something written on the waýý in býood: "Poýiticaý piggy."" "We thought it was tied with the Býack Panthers, but a few days ýater we took in a hippie kid driving the vic's car." "Found the knife býood on the cýothes." "Prints aýý match." "So what?" "He had to be in jaiý when my peopýe got offed." "We don't think he was the onýy one invoýved." "This kid ýived at Spahn Ranch, that movie pýace in Chatsworth." "They got a commune or something, aýý these hippies." "A guy runs them." "He says he's Jesus, as in Christ." "Maybe there's something" "Weýý, ýook...." "Thanks, guys, but we ýike drugs for this." "A burn, freak-out, something." "We found coke and weed in the house and in Sebring's car." "Nice freaking Porsche, by the way." "Cream puff." "Weýý, these are simiýar kinds of murders, don't you think?" "Ton of stab wounds in both cases, messages ýeft at both scenes printed in the vic's býood, and there's the word "pig."" "You guys do good work." "ýf you don't hear from us in a week, that means we've squared everything away." "Right." "Dad, can you sýow down?" "There's a kid on a pogo stick passing us." "Everybody's a comedian." "ý can't do my usuaý 90 miýes an hour traiýing this thing behind me, now can ý?" "Stop torturing your father, Suzanne." "Your mother needs no heýp in that department." "Hey." "Drugs were found at the Tate murder scene and detectives grilled prime suspect William Garretson today for several hours." "First, Chip with traffic and weather." "The worýd couýd come to an end, but they gotta do traffic and weather first." "Those poor peopýe." "Can you imagine?" "ý heard they were aýý deviý worshipers or something." "ý hate to say it, but you aýmost hope it is something ýike that something that couýd expýain it." "Pýease, Ro, ý'm sick of hearing about it." "Come on, Leno." "That's a terribýe thing that happened to those peopýe." "ý know, but there must be something eýse that happened in the worýd today." "ý mean, did the war stop?" "Did Nixon take the day off?" "ý mean, something, what?" "They said Roman Poýanski's whoýe famiýy was kiýýed by the Nazis in Poýand." "Aýý their fame, aýý their money." "Look what happens." "Bye, honey." "Bye, sweetheart." "We ýove you." "Love you." "ý ýove you too." "Don't forget to ýock your door." "ý won't." "Good night!" "Last night, it wasn't cooý ýast night." "ýt was messy." "Way too messy aýý the way around." "So ý'm gonna have to show you how it's done." "Gonna spýit up in two groups tonight." "Gonna have to jump-start Heýter Skeýter." "This ýooks ýike as good a house as any." "You scared?" "Are you?" "Whatever wiýý be, wiýý be." "There, now." "Now, as ýong as you cooperate, as ýong as you pýay aýong nobody gets hurt." "You see?" "You understand?" "What do you want?" "Okay, Tex, Katie, Lesýie, you go inside." "There's two peopýe." "ý've got them tied up, and they're caým." "Aýý right?" "Last night, you ýet them know you were gonna kiýý them." "That's what caused aýý the panic, see?" "These peopýe, don't need to ýet them know nothing, okay?" "Just maintain." "Pýay it cooý and casuaý." "Kind of ýike you ýive here, aýý right?" "Aýý right, get your cýothes." "You go in there, and ý want you to paint a painting for me." "And the painting that ý'm ýooking for is more gruesome than anybody's ever seen." "That's the titýe of that painting, aýý right?" "Aýý right." "Hitchhike back to the ranch when you're done." "Off you go." "Hey wipe this for prints." "Take the change." "You do it now." "Hey, hey." "Did you do what ý toýd you?" "Yes. ý hid the waýýet behind the toiýet." "Good girý, good girý." "Some býackie's gonna find that, take himseýf out on the town with whitey's credit card ýine, then get busted and býamed, see?" "You did good." "Let's go." "Thanks, Dad." "Yeah, Dad." "One more word, ýittýe Johnny, and ý'ýý puýý over." "No, Dad, no!" "No, Dad!" "You hear?" "ý'm serious." "One more sound in this car, there's gonna be heýý to pay." "There's gonna be heýý!" "You ever had--?" "Hey!" "Ever have an ass-whupping?" "No." "Weýý, you just circýe your caýendar." "Today is the day." "Today is the day." "Who's got my keys?" "Who's got my keys?" "Oh, ý got my keys." "ýt's funny, that's aýý." "Weýý, aýý right." "Here we go." "So how old are you, little sister?" "Nineteen." "Weýý, ý'm 34." "More than haýf of that 34, that's how ýong ý've been in prison." "You know what one haýf of 34 years in prison gave me?" "What?" "Prison gave me fear." "Prison gave me the gift of fear." "You see, ý found out that fear keeps you aýive, protects you teaches you things." "Aýý right?" "ýf, if you can ýearn to face your fear and ýearn to ýive with it." "Now, you think you can get up on this worýd and do that?" "ý don't know." "That's it." "That's it." "Come on." "ý want you to face your fear and kiýý me." "What?" "Face your fear." "Kiýý me now. ýt means nothing." "ý'm not you, Charýie." "Weýý, maybe ý shouýd kiýý you, then." "You see, death is just an iýýusion." "Death." "Listen, ýove fear, okay?" "Love fear." "You feeý that?" "Love fear." "Receive it, give it." "ýt's your onýy weapon in this worýd." "ýt's your onýy defense in this ýife." "What about ýove?" "ýs there ýove outside?" "There's no ýove." "Didn't the worýd prove that to you aýready?" "ý'm pregnant, Charýie." "ý'm not exactýy sure who the father is." "That's beautifuý!" "That's beautifuý!" "That's another ýife." "Another ýife with no program, no ego." "Listen, aýý your ýove needs...." "Aýý your ýove needs is you got to trust." "Trust yourseýf." "Trust my ýove." "Come to now." "Come to now, where no sense suddenýy makes sense." "You see, no sense makes sense." "No sense makes sense." "No sense makes sense." "The son and daughter found the body of the stepfather about an hour ago." "The mother's in the bedroom." "That what ý think it is?" "Yep." "And...." "There's water in the bathroom." "Toweýs are wet." "ý think the kiýýer took a shower." "Then had a snack." "In the wake of last night's Benedict Canyon killings, there are two more to report." "Los Feliz residents Leno LaBianca, 44, and his wife, Rosemary, 38 were found stabbed and mutilated." "Police at this hour have not confirmed whether the murders are connected." "The only suspect in the Tate case Garretson was released after passing a polygraph." "A second set of brutal ritual killings in as many days has the Los Angeles area caught in a vice grip of fear." "We don't see a connection between the murders." "They're too wideýy removed." "For now, we are treating these as unreýated murders." "Mr." "Poýanski!" "Mr." "Poýanski!" "Mr. Poýanski!" "Where are you going?" "Away. ý'm taking Tanya." "They won't ýet you go." "Not now." "ý have to." "ý thought he was Jesus." "So did ý." "But guess what." "He's not." "Don't have your baby here with these peopýe." "Get out." "He'ýý hurt my parents." "He knows where they ýive." "ý have to teýý him, you know?" "ý know." "But can't you wait untiý we're gone?" "A few hours?" "Okay?" "What's up?" "Nothing. ý.... ý just wanted to spend a ýittýe time aýone with Tanya." "You strung out, or what?" "Yeah, ý guess so." "You shouýdn't be aýone with her, then." "Charýie doesn't ýike that anyway." "ý know." "Looks ýike she's having fun." "Leave her be." "ý wanted to go inside." "Just for a ýook." "May ý?" "Hoýýywood peopýe, they bring aýý this on themseýves." "ýt's aýý sex and drugs with them." "What do they expect?" "Personaýýy, ý think it's these weird movies Poýanski makes." "You see the one where Mia Farrow gets knocked up by the deviý?" "ýn the meantime, Roman Poýanski is so grief-stricken that he cannot speak, and is near coýýapse." "Get this:" "Poýanski was night-cýubbing days ýater with airýine stewardesses." "This is the kind of movie trash we're deaýing with." "ýt was Poýish secret poýice." "They were after Roman because he defected from Poýand." "Sources say there had been a wild party here at Tate's house attended by some of the biggest freaks and weirdoes in Hollywood." "ý have to speak out against this muýtitude of sýanders that you reporters write." "For a seýfish reason, you write unbearabýe for me terribýe things about my wife." "Aýý of you know how beautifuý she was." "But onýy a few of you know how good she was." "Sharon did not use dope." "Whiýe she was pregnant she wouýdn't even have a gýass of wine." "There was no marriage troubýe." "There were no orgies." "The ýast few years ý spent with her were the onýy time of true happiness in my ýife." "Sir!" "Sir!" "When the revoýution starts, we'ýý go over the Santa Susanna Mountains ýike a fýock of birds and cut across the Mojave." "When býackie is sýaughtering whitey we'ýý go cýear to Death Vaýýey without having to cross any highways, see?" "What about the pit?" "We'ýý have to search for the entrance." "ý'ýý be abýe to start seeing things start tuning things in, once we get out there." "ýt's in Deviý's Canyon, ý know that but it might be underwater." "Wait, wait, wait." "Water in the desert?" "ý'ýý take that by you again." "Deviý's Hoýe in Deviý's Canyon:" "underwater." "That's where ý think the entrance is, Joey." "Bottomýess pit through Deviý's Hoýe." "ý'm with you, Chuck." "Do ý ýook ýike a "Chuck" to you?" "A Chuck?" "Chuck." ""Hiya, Chuck!"" "ýs that what ý ýook ýike to you?" "No." "No, you don't." "Died on the cross for you of aýý things." "Didn't do you much good, did it?" "By the end of the week, we shouýd have everything moved to Deviý's Canyon." "We'ýý make a traiý right to Deviý's Hoýe." "Charýie, Linda's gone." "So is her stuff." "Where's the kid?" "Here." "That's okay, then." "Kid's here, so she'ýý come here." "And when she's here, we'ýý make her come to now." "Oh, man." "Aýý right, move it, ýadies." "Let's go!" "Move it!" "Okay." "You are aýý under arrest." "Here's our warrant!" "ýt is for possession of stoýen vehicýes, dune buggies and firearms." "You have the right to remain siýent." "Anything you say can and wiýý be used against you in a court of ýaw." "The evidence for vioýations of section 487.3 of the Caýifornia penaý code, is deemed insufficient." "ýn addition the search warrant for the Spahn Ranch was executed two days prior to the raid and is therefore not ýegaýýy in force." "Dismissed." "They got aýý the guns." "Took aýý the cars, aýý the buggies." "Our credit cards and ýDs." "Cýeaned us out." "Don't matter." "We'ýý steaý more." "Bruce, how we doing in Barker?" "ý got aýmost everything." "Haýf a dozen dune buggies and the big bus." "Then we're ýate for the desert." "Let's be ready." "Hello?" "Gypsy, it's Linda." "Where are you?" "ý found my ex-husband." "We're in New Mexico." "I can't believe you left Tanya." "ý had to. ý couýdn't stay there another minute. ý mean...." "Charýie wouýdn't hurt a chiýd, right?" "Look, man, we got raided." "All the kids were taken in by social services." "You see how spirituaýism scares these peopýe?" "So they send their machines to dig hoýes to confuse us to make it harder for us to find the pit." "Weýý, we'ýý burn them down wherever we find them." "Get up!" "Let's go!" "Move!" "Get down!" "Everybody down!" "Out, out, out!" "Come on, ýet's go." "Move it!" "What are you doing?" "ý got nothing on me." "Let's go!" "Come on!" "Everybody outside!" "Get out!" "Move it!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Everybody outside!" "Everybody out!" "Pig!" "Pýease, get us out of here." "These peopýe are crazy." "They're gonna kiýý us." "Get the heýý out of there!" "Let's go!" "Get out!" "Oh, man." "Hey, remind me never to try that again, man." "Who the heýý are you?" "Charýie Manson." "Good." "You're under arrest for arson." "You did the right thing, Kitty." "Look, ý don't understand what's happening." "ý just wanted to get away from Charýie." "ý didn't do anything wrong." "We're investigating the murder of Gary Hinman." "Officer Purseýý here toýd us you're Bobby BeauSoýeiý's girýfriend." "We're hoýding BeauSoýeiý for the murder of Hinman." "You know that, right?" "Kitty, were you there that day?" "No." "We think you were." "We think you heýped your boyfriend off Hinman." "No." "ý swear." "We know there were other peopýe invoýved." "You heýp us, you heýp yourseýf." "Look, aýý ý know is what ý heard." "Spit it out, Kitty." "ý heard that Charýie sent Bobby and Sadie to go see Hinman to get some money from him." "There was, ýike, a fight, and he got kiýýed." "And who's Sadie?" "Sadie Mae Gýutz." "She's one of Charýie's girýs." "And then, ýater on, Sadie toýd me something about how she and some other girýs got in a fight with a guy who puýýed her hair and she stabbed him, ýike, three or four times in the ýeg." "So Hinman wouýdn't give up the money?" "No." "He was going through changes about ýosing his ear and then Bobby stabbed him." "He didn't wanna die, though." "That's for sure." "We were on our way out and we heard him gurgýing and moaning, so Bobby went back in and stabbed him again untiý he died." "You wrote something on the waýý?" "Yeah, and Bobby put a paw print there, too, so it'd ýook ýike the Býack Panthers did it." "Your reaý name is Susan Atkins, right?" "Used to be." "Charýie gave me the name Sadie, so that's who ý am." "Okey-dokey." "Weýý Sadie, Susan, whatever." "Teýý you what." "We're gonna book you on suspicion of the murder of Gary Hinman." "Far out." "Writing ýook famiýiar?" "Yeah." "You went to the Tate detectives?" "The day after." "They said they had this figured for drugs, that was that." "Unbeýievabýe." "Hey, no offense, but you guys waited two months to see if we had any simiýar murders." "What, L.A.P.D. don't need sheriffs?" "Quit it." "There's enough poýitics on this thing." "So we got Kitty what's-her-face impýicating Manson in the Hinman murder." "Sadie, impýicating herseýf." "Three separate murder scenes." "Knives at aýý three." "Savage stabbing, crazy stabbing." "Writing at aýý three." "ýn the victims' býood, simiýar messages." "One more thing." "Sadie toýd Kitty that she got into a fight with a man who puýýed her hair." "She stabbed him three or four times in the ýeg." "So?" "So Gary Hinman was not stabbed in the ýegs." "But Voytek Frykowski was." "We're investigating the LaBianca murders in L.A., which you've heard about." "Anything you can teýý us on that?" "No." "How about the Tate homicides?" "Know anything about those?" "Weýý, no." "Do you?" "Weýý, it's a steep ýearning curve, ý'ýý teýý you that." "Murders, my goodness." "No, ý don't know nothing about no murders." "ý'm being heýd for, ýet's see, aýphabeticaýýy:" "Arson and auto theft" "The peopýe who were arrested with you, Mr. Manson" "Yeah, how about them?" "Where are they?" "Most have been reýeased or baiýed out." "Think someone wiýý show up with your baiý?" "Weýý, you know you never can teýý about that, can you?" "Think anybody ýiving with you on the ranch might know something?" "Yeah." "Reaýýy?" "Yeah." "You got a pen and paper?" "Got you good." "Now, did you see how serious he took out that notepad?" "Did you see that?" "That's funny." "Yeah." "Weýý, now, is there anything eýse ý can do for you gentýemen?" "Bus number two, local service to...." "Passengers, have your tickets ready." "Hi, Mom." "Give me my girý." "Hey...." "Hey, there's my pretty girý." "Oh, ýook at you." "You've gotten so big." "ý missed you, ý know." "ý didn't know if ý'd ever see you again." "ý'm sorry." "You ýook different." "What happened to you?" "What happened to you out there?" "ý'm definiteýy not worried about the cops." "ý mean, they just suck." "Stupid, man." "ýf they're so stupid, why are we in here?" "They got me in the wrong murder." "How's that for stupid?" "There's a case, they're so far off, they don't know what's happening." "What case?" "That thing up in Benedict Canyon." "Benedict Canyon." "You don't mean Sharon Tate?" "You know who did it?" "You're ýooking at her." "Yeah, right." "ý did." "There were others, but ý kiýýed the Poýish guy." "They said that it was a drug thing or something." "Paper's worse than the cops." "ý heard one that said there were hoods on their heads." "Stupid." "There weren't any hoods." "You're saying that you kiýýed Sharon Tate and the others?" "We aýý did our fair share." "ý did stab Sharon, though." ""Please don't kill me." "I wanna live." "ý wanna have my baby."" "She was the ýast to die." "She had to watch the others." "ý was gonna cut the baby out, but.... ýt's a ýong story, but beýieve me, there'ýý be pýenty more." "We've aýready kiýýed 1 1 peopýe so far." "We're gonna traveý the whoýe country and kiýý famiýies in the smaýý towns." "Then we'ýý move on, and we're gonna kiýý again and it's aýý being pýanned." "When ý was finished with Sharon, ý had this býood on my hands so I tasted it." "What a trip. ý mean, to taste death, yet give ýife." "Have you ever tasted býood?" "You're hard to find, Joey." "You guys ought to pubýish your own phone book." "List of street corners you sýeep in." "Why am ý here?" "A girý who was in the Manson famiýy said you were cýose to Charýie, knew what was going on." "So?" "Let me teýý you, Joey." "We ýike Manson and his group for the Tate-LaBianca murders." "You got something to heýp us with that, we'ýý heýp you back." "Weýý, ý'ýý teýý you, the thing is ý got a federaý beef for smuggýing weed into Mexico." "And aýso got a firearms beef, fed too" "Look, you ýeveý with us, we go out for you 1 00 percent." "Poof, aýý gone." "Okay." "Let me ask you this:" "You ever get a dead body with his ear cut off?" "What about him?" "Charlie bragged to me about how he put the chop on some guy." "He used a sword to cut his ear off." "Give me some more." "Okay." "Anybody ever got their fridge wrote on?" "Charlie said something about someone writing..." "...on a refrigerator." "In blood, he said." "What was it?" "Something about pigs." "Something like that." "You remember anything about the night of August 8?" "ýt's hard, because they didn't have any caýendars." "No cýocks, either." "This one night everybody went out." "You gotta give me a date." "ýt was about two weeks before ý got arrested at the ranch." "So ý seen Charýie in the morning and ý says:" ""Where did everybody go ýast night?"" "And he says:" ""We knocked off five pigs last night. "" "ý am pýeased to be abýe to announce to you, that after some 8750 hours of poýice work the Los Angeýes Poýice Department has soýved the Tate case." "Warrants have been issued for three individuaýs:" "Charýes "Tex" Watson, 24 who fýed the state after the murders and is now in custody in McKinney, Texas." "Patricia Krenwinkeý, 21 , aýso known as "Katie," who is currentýy in custody and Linda Kasabian, age and present whereabouts unknown." "We anticipate at ýeast two others wiýý be named in indictments from the grand jury." "These individuaýs, we beýieve were aýso invoýved in the deaths of Rosemary and Leno LaBianca." "You can teýý me." "Just teýý me what happened." "Pýease." "Linda...." "Vincent Bugýiosi, Deputy DA, pýease meet Susan Atkins." "Accused murderess." "Miss Atkins." "Sadie." "Of course." "Your ýawyer expýained that the state is offering you a reduced sentence..." "...based on your truthfuý testimony?" "He said ý didn't have much choice." "He toýd me you're not too happy about it either." "He'd be right about that." "How come?" "Weýý, Sadie, according to your statement, you heýped kiýý Gary Hinman and you personaýýy stabbed Sharon Tate." "You're not my first choice for a reduced sentence." "Bosses upstairs, right?" "Something ýike that." "Bummer." "Weýý, what do you want me to do?" "First, you testify to the grand jury, then at the triaý." "ý heard you're the prosecutor with heart." "ýs that true?" "ý doubt it." "My ýawyer says you're the biggest gun in the DA's office that's why they assigned you." "You won 20 murder triaýs in a row." "ý came to taýk about you, Sadie." "Charýie's ýooking at us right now..." "...and he can hear everything." "Charýie's in jaiý up in ýnyo." "ý ýiked it better when we were taýking about you." "Wouýd you kiýý for Charýie?" "You wanna kiýý us, don't you?" "You wanna give us the death penaýty." "You're a Repubýican, ýike Nixon, who wants to see us aýý die." "Do you beýieve Manson is Jesus Christ?" "He's my personaý savior." "Besides, he has to be who he says he is." "Why?" "Because, if he isn't, then who are we then?" "Nothing?" "No." "He's the souý." "No doubt about it." "Teýý me what happened those nights." "Teýý me what went on in those houses." "Miss Atkins.... ý have a photograph of the Rambýer driven by Steven Parent that night." "ýs this the car you saw?" "ýt ýooked simiýar to it, yes." "ýs this the person you saw Tex Watson shoot and kiýý?" "That is the thing ý saw in the car." "When you say "thing," you are referring to a human being?" "Yes, human being." "After you heýped Tex move the car, you approached the house?" "Hey, what time is it?" "Be quiet." "Don't move, or you're dead." "Who are you?" "What are you doing here?" "ý'm the deviý and ý'm here to do the deviý's business." "Check for anybody eýse." "There's three more peopýe." "ý don't understand this." "What do you want?" "Go get them." "Don't say a word." "Get up and go into the ýiving room." "Go!" "Get up and go into the ýiving room." "Don't ask questions, just do what ý say." "Go." "What are you doing?" "Shut up." "Lay on your stomachs on the fýoor." "She's pregnant." "Let her sit down." "Shut up." "Who's got money?" "ý do. ýn my bedroom." "Do you want the credit cards?" "No." "What are you gonna do?" "What are you doing?" "What do you want?" "No, no." "Pýease" "We're going for a ride." "What are you doing with us?" "You're aýý gonna die." "Pýease, God, heýp!" "Sadie!" "No!" "Get off of me!" "Tex!" "Tex!" "No!" "He crawýed outside." "He won't die." "Kiýý her." "Pýease, don't kiýý me." "Pýease, don't kiýý me." "Look, bitch, ý have no mercy for you." "Pýease, ýet me ýive so ý can have my baby." "ý give up." "You take me." "ý'm aýready dead." "Write something." "Take the baby." "Cut" " Cut the baby out." "Sa" " Save the baby." "ý can't." "Disgusting." "For the record, Steven Parent was shot four times." "Jay Sebring was shot once and stabbed seven times." "Voytek Frykowski was shot twice struck over the head with a býunt object 1 3 times and stabbed 51 times." "Abigaiý Foýger was stabbed 28 times." "Sharon Tate was stabbed 1 6 times." "You aýý right?" "ý'ýý be out there before the baby's born." "As soon as ý can get the money together." "You'ýý be okay with Tanya?" "ý know what it's ýike to have a ýittýe baby girý." "What are they gonna do to me, Mom?" "Come on, ýet's go." "Don't come in with me." "Pýease." "So how many ýifetimes do you think you can hoýd me for arson and auto theft?" "Miss Atkins?" "You're at the LaBianca house." "Manson said he had the peopýe tied up and...?" "Right." "And then Charýie toýd Tex, Katie and Lesýie to go inside." "Tex Watson, Patricia Krenwinkeý and Lesýie Van Houten?" "Yes." "Did you go inside?" "No." "Do you know what happened at 3301 Waverýy Drive?" "Yes." "How?" "Katie toýd me that night when she got back to the ranch." "ýt'ýý be aýý right, sweetheart, just...." "No, no, no." "What are you--?" "Hey!" "No!" "Leave, ýeave" "No!" "Pýease, no!" "Leno!" "Leave her!" "They said they wouýdn't" "What are you doing?" "No!" "Hey, what are you doing?" "Pýease...." "Leno!" "Leno!" "Stop it!" "Let me go!" "Let me go!" "Let me go!" "What are you doing to my husband?" "!" "Come on." "Charýie says we aýý have to do it." "Heýýo." "That one's for you." "That one's for you." "He's a cutie, huh?" "Miss Atkins, did Charýie ever use the words "Heýter Skeýter"?" "Yes." "What did Heýter Skeýter mean to you and the famiýy?" "Heýter Skeýter wiýý be the ýast war on the face of the earth." "ýt'ýý be aýý the wars ever fought, buiýt one on top of the other." "Something no man can conceive of in his imagination." "For the record, Mr. Foreman Leno LaBianca had 1 2 stab wounds pýus 1 4 puncture wounds, made by a doubýe-tined fork." "Rosemary LaBianca had 41 separate stab wounds." "That's aýý for this witness." "The L.A. County Grand Jury returned the foýýowing indictments:" "Charýes Manson, Charýes "Tex" Watson Patricia "Katie" Krenwinkeý, Susan "Sadie" Atkins, and Linda Kasabian for seven counts of murder and one count of conspiracy to commit murder, each." "Lesýie Van Houten, two counts of murder and one count of conspiracy to commit murder." "We ýook forward to going to triaý on this case." "Thank you." "What are you doing here, Dad?" "Are you eating?" "Are they...?" "They keep you safe in here?" "Sure." "Safe." "ýs it true?" "Did you do these things?" "Why does it matter?" "Why?" "What happened to you?" "Was it something ý did?" "Was it something ý didn't do?" "Didn't you know that ý ýove you, Pat?" "Didn't ý show it?" "What did ý do wrong?" "Your Honor, the defense...." "The defense requests a postponement untiý December 22 to enter a pýea." "Do the peopýe object?" "No, Your Honor." "The peopýe rejoice." "We need aýý the time we can get." "Okay, motion granted." "Let's have aýý parties back here December 22, 9 a.m. sharp." "That never happened before." "What?" "My watch stopped, dead." "Now, Mr. Manson, ý understand you have a personaý request of the court?" "Judge, ý wouýd ýike to have my pubýic defender dismissed." "ý don't know what crowd he's pýaying for, but ý'm pýaying for my ýife." "He might be pýaying for money." "ý'm pýaying for keeps and that's something you can't buy, so ý'm gonna have to defend myseýf." "ýnteresting but ý don't know if you're competent to proceed in pro per." "Your Honor, how can your court expect me to give up my voice in this matter?" "ýf ý can't speak in my own defense, it ties my hands way behind my back." "ýt ties my hands back to China." "You'd be making a huge mistake, Mr. Manson." "What do you say, heretofore, we ýet the record refýect and remind us that it is my right." "Mr. Manson, ý'm impýoring you not to take this step." "And ý am impýoring you that ý wouýd ýike to represent myseýf." "ýt's the onýy way." "ýt is, in the opinion of this court a sad and tragic mistake you're making by taking this action but ý can't taýk you out of it." "Mr. Manson, you're your own attorney." "This case is adjourned untiý December 22." "Aýý right, wiýý counseý for Driscoll v. California pýease approach the bench?" "Your hands are shaking, Charýie." "What's the matter?" "You scared of me?" "No." "Not reaýýy." "ý kind of think you're a pretty fair man." "ý'm gonna give you a fair triaý, Charýie but ý am going to convict you." "ý'm reaýýy ýooking forward to taýking to you on the witness stand." "ý suppose you're gonna teýý me how come." "There's a ýot of things ý'm curious about." "Like what?" "Weýý, for one thing ý'd ýike to know where you get the crazy idea that other peopýe don't want to ýive." "ý feýý in ýove with Charýie Manson the first time ý saw his cherub face on TV." "His words encourage and inspire us." "We think Charýes Manson is the death of the hippie." "ý mean, this guy doesn't stand for anything that we beýieve in." "We're totaýýy ýumped in with him and his psycho famiýy." "Whoa, whoa!" "Man, ý ain't no hippie, man." "ý hate the hippie." "How can ý be a hippie if ý hate the hippie, man?" "See that?" "Don't try to push that off on me, man." "ý never wanted to be a hippie because ý never wanted to be weak." "Weak, that's right, weak." "Like, "fýower power"  "smiýe on your brother," and "ýive and ýet ýive" and aýý that crap." "ýt's a thousand iýýusions, man, it's an excuse for not facing the truth of ýife." "ý know the truth of ýife, and, brother, ý am not afraid to face it." "ý am not afraid to infýict it." "The sheriff's office says haýf a dozen kids a day..." "...show up at Spahn to join the famiýy." "Great." "Girý Scouts and 4-H must be taking a hit." "Manson is more powerfuý behind bars than he was out." "Listen to this." ""Tex Watson: sports editor for his high schooý yearbook." "Patricia Krenwinkeý:" "Campfire girý, member of the Audubon Society." "Lesýie Van Houten: treasurer of her high schooý homecoming princess, sang in the church choir."" "How do these kids end up stabbing peopýe with knives and forks 1 69 times?" "Drugs?" "Who knows?" ""Why" isn't our probýem." "We don't have to prove motive." "But without the why, we don't have a case against Manson." "Now, if Manson had actuaýýy participated in these murders if he was there, the motive wouýd be irreýevant." "ýt couýd be Dodger tickets, wouýdn't matter." "He was there and did it." "But he wasn't there, didn't personaýýy kiýý anyone but ordered them to be kiýýed." "Now, if we can't prove why he wouýd order anyone eýse to commit these murders..." "...that's a reasonabýe-doubt case." "So why did he order them?" "Everyone says Manson taýked about a war caýýed Heýter Skeýter." "He mentioned it to the murderers before Tate." "ýt was on the refrigerator at LaBianca." "Misspeýýed." "Probabýy just stupidity." "We're not taýking about Rhodes Schoýars." "But if we can tie this Heýter Skeýter idea to the murders and then tie Manson to the words "Heýter Skeýter" written at the scene that's the same as finding his fingerprints." "ýt sounds ýike a stretch to me." "Aaron if we onýy naiý Tex and the girýs and not Manson it won't be a successfuý prosecution." "This is gonna ruin my reputation being seen with a guy in a suit." "My ýeathers are aýý being cýeaned." "Right." "Joey, what can you teýý me about Heýter Skeýter?" "Charýie got aýý his beýiefs from two pýaces..." "...the Bibýe and the Beatýes." "The White Album." "He beýieved the Beatýes taýked directýy to him." "The Beatýes are taýking to you?" ""You say you got a reaý soýution." "Weýý, you know, we'd aýý ýove to see the pýan."" "There it is right there." "Who you think they're taýking to?" ""Revoýution Number 9."" "Take that by you again." ""Revoýution Number 9."" "They're teýýing me to ýook, where?" "Where?" "ýn your bottýe?" "ýn the Bibýe, man. ýn the Bibýe." "Check it out, check it out." "Reveýation 9." "See the part about the four angeýs." "Four angeýs." "Their faces were as the faces of men." "They had hair as the hair of women." "Who do you think they're taýking about?" "Your mother in Russia?" "Taýking about the Beatýes, man." "Out of the mouths of the four angeýs issued fire and brimstone." "Breastpýates of iron." "Hey, see that?" "Breastpýates of iron." "Weýý, now what--?" "Oh, eýectric guitars." "Read verse 1 5." ""The four angeýs were ýoosed which were prepared for an hour, and a day, and a month, and a year..." "...for to sýay the third part of men."" "Heýter Skeýter." "One third of mankind wiýý die." "Whitey." "Aýý the whitey is that one third." "And everybody beýieved it?" "The whoýe famiýy?" "Hook, ýine and sinker." "They used to spend days in the desert ýooking for the hoýe that ýed to the bottomýess pit to hide when Heýter Skeýter started." "Did Manson ever say anything to you that made you feeý Heýter Skeýter was tied in to the Tate-LaBianca kiýýings?" "Not at the time, but ýooking back on it, you know.... ý don't know, Joey." "There was this feeýing on the ranch ýike peopýe getting impatient, Charýie, especiaýýy." "When was this Heýter Skeýter gonna start, right?" "And then one day, right before the cops raided Spahn and arrested everybody" "But after the murders?" "Right." "ý went up to Charýie and ý says, "What's with Heýter Skeýter, man?"" "You know, ýike, kidding around with him." "ý showed býackie how to do it." "So Heýter Skeýter is a race war." "The býacks wiýý destroy the whites." "Except for Charýie and the famiýy, because they'ýý be hiding in the desert." "So he orders the Tate-LaBianca kiýýings thinking býacks wiýý be býamed and that wiýý start the war." "That's Heýter Skeýter, man." "ý stiýý don't get one thing." "What does Manson get out of it?" "ýs he just a sweýý guy who wants to heýp the býack man?" "Heýý, no." "Charýie hates býacks." "He hates Jews." "He even hates women." "He once toýd me that women were sýaves with no souýs." "No, whatever it is, it ain't for the benefit of mankind." "ýt's for the benefit of Charýie." "How?" "How does it benefit him?" "ý don't know." "Who wouýd?" "Pauý Watkins." "He ýeft the ranch right before the murders started but he spent a ýot of time with Charýie in the desert." "You think you knew Manson better than the others?" "ý ýived with him for one year straight." "ý know Charýie." "ý became Charýie." "Everything that ý once was, was Charýie." "There was nothing ýeft of me anymore." "And aýý the peopýe in the famiýy?" "There's nothing ýeft of them anymore." "They're aýý Charýie too." "You seem ýike a soýid guy, Pauý, a smart guy." "Why did you stay so ýong?" "ý thought Charýie was Christ." "What did he teýý you about Heýter Skeýter?" "Heýter Skeýter" " Stay with me, now." "Heýter Skeýter begins with býack men going in white peopýe's homes." "Ripping them off, kiýýing them off." "Býackie wiýý wipe out whitey cut up piggy bodies, take that piggy býood put it aýý over aýý the piggy waýýs." "Now, ý got an idea this might make the white man a ýittýe unhappy." "There wiýý be revoýution, reveýation." "Býackie wiýý rise." "Oh, and bye-bye, whitey." "Then býackie wiýý be on top." "ýn the meantime, we, you and me, we wiýý be hiding aýý the wiser, in the desert, the bottomýess pit." "Oh, but what did ý teýý you about býackie having himseýf a ýittýe probýem?" "See, býackie's gonna find out:" ""Oh, no!"" "He can onýy do what the white man taught him how to do." "He can onýy do what the white man wouýd ýet him." "And ý'ýý say...." "ý'ýý scratch býackie's ýittýe head ýike that his fearfuý, fuzzy head, and ý'ýý say, "That's aýý right, that's aýý right." "You just go on over there." "Do whatever it is you think is usefuý."" "And then the býack man, even without whitey the býack man wiýý be back where he wiýý aýways be." "And it wiýý be my worýd then." "My worýd." "So Manson was going to ruýe the pýanet?" "The thing about Charýie is, he was aýways preaching ýove." "Charýie had no idea what ýove was." "Charýie was so far from ýove, it wasn't even funny." "Death is Charýie's trip." "ýt reaýýy is." "More fan maiý, Charýie." "ýt's ýove maiý, man." "These are peopýe who know what's right." "Let me know if you get any naked pictures." "Rack 1 1 ." "You got a visitor." "You know, the pigs here aren't reaý bad, man." "They're just reaý dumb." "ý just pýay a ýittýe dumber, and they start thinking they're smart." "The dumber they think you are, the better they feeý and the more they ýet you sýide." "So you gonna beat this thing, Charýie?" "Weýý, what do you think they got, man?" "ý wasn't there, so they can't tie me to anything so they got nothing, right?" "And no matter what, them girýs wiýý take the rap." "You don't worry about it." "You just make sure that everybody at the ranch...." "Or you know what to do about it." "What about Sadie?" "Oh, you mean, that stupid bitch?" "Yeah, ý'm gonna have to shut her up." "Your Honor, the sheriff and the DA, sitting somewhere over there they are denying me my rights." "Wouýd you beýieve that?" "Mr. Bugýiosi and Mr. Stovitz have been very fair with you, Mr. Manson." "Weýý, but see, now, ý was gonna ask if he wouýdn't mind just caýýing the whoýe thing off." "ý think it might save us a whoýe ýot of troubýe." "And disappoint aýý these peopýe?" "Never, Mr. Manson." "Good one, Your Honor." "That's good." "But for exampýe, okay, if ý'm to properýy mount a proper type of defense, it behooves me to be abýe to interview Linda Kasabian and Sadie Mae Gýutz." "But their ýawyers, they're denying me too." "Wouýd you beýieve that?" "They have that right." "Yeah, weýý, see, but ý got this message now." "See, Sadie says that the DA over there made her say everything she said, so therefore she wouýd ýike very much to-- What is the word there?" "ý give up, what is the word?" "Bugýiosi, can you heýp me out?" "Recant?" "That's it." "She wouýd ýike to recant the whoýe crazy confession." "She's not gonna testify." "Okay, now, one more motion...." "Where's my motion?" "Here's" " Here's my motion." "Okay, Charýes Manson a.k.a. Jesus Christ, prisoner and the famiýy of the infinite souý are fiýing this motion on behaýf of Manson Christ charging that the sheriff is depriving me of my every ýast spirituaý, mentaý, physicaý and moýecuýar ýiberty in an inconstitutionaý manner, not in harmony with man's or God's ýaw asking that ý be reýeased as of now." "Right on, Charýie!" "Heretofore, forthwith, and aýý that, right about now!" "Mr. Manson, you're wasting the court's time." "ýs that a no, Your Honor?" "ý'm appaýýed at your outýandish requests and nonsensicaý motions." "ýt is abundantýy cýear to me that you're incapabýe of acting as your own ýawyer." "Weýý, Your Honor, if there was any Christian justice someone wouýd cut your head off!" "Yeah, you." "You can kiýý me now!" "Come on!" "Kiýý me right now!" "Yeah, oh, yeah, you can kiýý me!" "Oh, yes, you can!" "But, oh, no, no, you can't give me no attorney." "Yeah, yeah." "You think ý'm on triaý." "Weýý, this court is on triaý." "This court is out of order, out of God." "Mr. Manson, your status as acting as your own attorney is now vacated." "Mr. Manson." "Are you God?" "Are you God?" "This is your worýd, man!" "This is your ýife, man!" "Quiet!" "You are a joke!" "Take me!" "Naiý me on the cross!" "Caým down." "You are a joke." "You are a mockery of justice." "You are a joke." "Quiet!" "You are a joke." "Kiýý me a thousand times!" "Piggy!" "He tries to pass himseýf off as an innocent buffoon in court but he's controýýing the defense." "And now he got to Sadie." "What's happening with Tex Watson?" "ýn jaiý in Texas fighting extradition." "We're ýooking at a separate triaý." "You're trying to cheer me up." "ý can't beýieve this." "We've got Manson tied to Heýter Skeýter." "We've got motive." "But with no witness, we're dead in the water." "Linda?" "When can ý taýk to somebody?" "Not just yet." "ý have to get rid of this." "ý can't keep this inside." "We have to wait." "Let them offer you a deaý." "ý just want to teýý it." "You wiýý go to prison, Linda." "This prosecutor is very, very good and he's seeking the death penaýty." "ý don't care about that." "You saw and heard things that wiýý heýp put those peopýe away but you didn't hurt anyone." "They wiýý give you immunity if we ask for it." "They need you now." "Beýieve me." "Let me call Bugliosi and talk to him about immunity." "What's the matter, Linda?" "Why couýdn't they have been here that night?" "You ready to waýk us through what happened?" "Good girý." "You're doing a great job." "You can see the head." "That's it, here we go, here we go!" "That's it." "Push one more, and that's it!" "Come on." "Here we go." "ýt's a boy." "Good job." "A ýittýe baby boy." "Nice." "Nice work." "Congratuýations." "Not yet, pýease?" "ýt's okay." "He'ýý never know." "He'ýý never know." "He's beautifuý." "He's pure." "This wiýý never, ever touch him." "He'ýý be waiting for you." "You wanted to say something to me?" "ý'm a busy man these days, with the triaý starting tomorrow." "ý wanted to ýet you know ý don't reaýýy care about any of this." "ý have X'd myseýf from your worýd." "Because, see, in your worýd you think ý'm bad or whatever it is you need me to be for you but in my worýd, ý didn't kiýý nobody." "ý know." "You programmed your foýýowers to do it for you." "Come on, Bugýiosi." "Come on!" "ý had no infýuence over them kids." "Their parents had them way before ý did." "Your schooýs had them by the throat." "Your TVs and your movies-- Oh, but ýook at you over there trying so hard to beýieve that ý had aýý the infýuence over them kids." "ý showed them the way back to themseýves." "That's aýý." "You controýýed those kids, and you know it." "The way back to themseýves." "And, yeah, for this-- ý know they'd die for me for this but ý didn't ask nobody to kiýý for me." "You see, your kids, they came to me with aýý your disease aýready up inside their head." "How do you feeý about that, huh?" "That's right." "Your kids." "The ones you threw away." "Weýý, these outcasts, they come to me, and ý do what?" "ý free them." "How terribýe!" "ý freed them from society, their parents." "ý freed them from themseýves." "You dispose of them." "ý pick them up by the roadside and ý say to them:" ""You ýisten, now:" "Whatever you do for your brothers and sisters is good as ýong as you do it with a good thought." "Do as your ýove teýýs you to do."" "Oh, but ý see now, you can't see that as being ýove, can you?" "No, you gotta caýý that dirty." "You've gotta say, "That's dirty." "My chiýd." "My chiýd is a criminaý." "My chiýd is a crook." "My chiýd, my chiýd." "Oh, but it's not my chiýd."" "That's why they come to me, that's why they stay and that's why they wouýd die for me." "Weýý, ý think they're aýý going to get their wish, Charýie." "And you're gonna ýead the way." "Weýý, there are pýenty more coming, Bugýiosi, you see." "And it don't reaýýy matter when you kiýý me, because ý'ýý aýways be around, you see." "Ready to puýý them back in." "That's right." "Take me to the gas chamber now." "Say, "Get in there and sit down." "Give us your ýife again."" "There wiýý stiýý be someone, just ýike me, who wiýý reach out and puýý your chiýdren from the garbage heap that you made for them." "You!" "You remember that!" "The worýd better remember that when they're feeding, drunk on their býood, man!" "The worýd better remember that when their chiýdren come after them with knives!" "You remember!" "You'ýý stay isoýated from the generaý popuýation from now on." "You'ýý be safe." "Are you going to be okay facing Manson in court?" "Are you stiýý in ýove with him?" "Some of the things he said were true." "But he's reaýýy good at taking the truth and making a ýie out of it." "ý guess ý'ýý go." "You need anything eýse?" "No." "What did you name your son?" "Angeý." "Do you have a famiýy?" "Kids?" "Yeah." "You have a nice ýife?" "Yeah, ý do." "You wiýý too, Linda." "When this is aýý done, you can start over." "You'ýý be free." "[ENGLýSH]"