We have audio, sadly: Tex talks in that creepy slowed-down crunk low voice and tells cute little giggling Sadie to go inside and write something. He should have mentioned at some point how you spell "Helter Skelter," but I get that they have a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it in. Stooping to soak up some of Sharon Tate's blood with a kitchen towel for use as a writing instrument, she lies down next to her still-moving corpse like Nicole Kidman in The Hours with that bird. No, be honest, it's more like Madonna on her mother's grave in Truth Or Dare. Sharon whispers to Sadie to "take the baby." Oh jeez, because before Sadie told Bunkmate that this was a long story. So I guess we'll see. Sadie appears to consider it, because she does like cutting and stabbing and blood, but almost apologetically quickly says, "I can't," and then jumps up to go write all over the place in Sharon's blood. So, not such a long story, really. But maybe in her unicorn mind she had a really long conversation with Glomer about it and they decided it was a bad idea, and it was the complexity of Glomer's reasoning that would have taken too long to tell Bunkmate.
Sadie smirks deliciously yet calmly yet crazily as Bugsy recounts the numbers of shootings and stabbings for each artsy dead person. That lady from L.A. Law that is Fresh Meat's mom drops her off somewhere -- oh, it's the police station. Some yodeling opera stuff starts happening that is very Twin Peaks as she waves goodbye to L.A. Law lady. Fresh Meat, you are an utter fuckup as a POV character: we lost track of you for a year, and we fell dangerously in love with Sadie, and now you've made this decision to turn yourself over to the cops without telling us why or showing us how.
Charles Manson, in extreme close-up, with just a band of light across his eyes, points out to his jailer that the maximum sentence for arson and dune buggy theft is relatively negligible. There's kind of a cool segue to Sadie's eyes, which are in roughly the same screen-position, to show that he inhabits her brain and/or is her personal savior and/or can see and hear everything she says, does or thinks. Bugsy asks her to hearsay her way through the events of the second round of Boring HITG murders, for which she was not present because she stayed outside, and she gleefully flashes back to someone else's memories. Keep in mind that there's a judge present, who says nothing about this. I'm not going to complain, though, because I'd rather have Sadie tell me this story than anyone else. I would rather hear Sadie describe any given episode of ER to me than watch it myself, she's that awesome.
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Sadie smiles at them freakily. She is offered a reduced sentence for her testimony, even though nobody really likes that compromise, since the cops and Bugliosi feel jerked around considering that she openly admits to stabbing Sharon Tate a little and helping to kill blond guy. She correctly surmises that they are being forced to reduce her sentence by the men upstairs, in order to get the bigger cult members. And anyway, Sadie is already in prison for life: the delirious prison of her mind, where unicorns dance and blood drips from the ceiling and little tiny flowers grow from her fingertips. She's rather sympathetic to Bugliosi's plight -- for a second I think she's going to try to convert them by explaining that the men upstairs are pigs and not part of the solution -- but she just flirts, "Bummer. What do you want me to do?" Testify to the grand jury, and then at the trial. She hollers about how Bugsy won twenty murder trials in a row, and is a "big gun." But he doesn't want her Crazy Lady flattery, because it's worthless coming from a Crazy Lady. "We're here to talk about you, Sadie." She abruptly jumps tracks and lets Bugsy in on a little secret: "You know, Charlie's looking at us right now and he can hear everything we're saying." Bugsy points out that Charlie's in jail right now, which irritates her, and she paces a little bit. Never contradict a crazy, they hate that. Ask Joan of Arcadia
. She'll dump your ass.
Bugsy asks if Sadie would kill for Charlie. She again slips the leash of his reason and logic and compares the Manson Family to the state of California: "You want to kill us
, don't you? Give us the death penalty?" I get what she's saying, but dang. You are not a government, you are a bunch of drugged-up murdering idiots with a sense of entitlement as large as my great state of Texas and no coherent agenda whatsoever, except to beat up on the wrong people without regard for the really dangerous consequences of your actions. Oh, wait.
Sadie -- this girl is gorgeous, too, I don't know if I mentioned that; her hippie hair has really choppy Crazy Lady bangs that fall in her eyes sometimes, but in a sexy squinty way -- comes close to diagnosing herself as she explains that Charlie, her "personal savior," of necessity has
to be who he says he is (Jesus, as in Christ), or else that makes them just some creepy, crazy cult. Which is true, and kind of sad. She's not sad about it, though, so I'm not going to be either. It's hard to feel too sorry for cult people, because they really seem to enjoy themselves. Well, right up until the Kool-Aid, I guess, and I especially don't feel sorry for them then. Sadie sits back down, and Bugsy asks again about the nights in question. Sadie is silent and not especially happy.
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