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Shit.

Son of a bitch.

Where the fuck is it?

- Harry.
- Are you close?

I'm on my over to Narcotics
to talk to Ferras

and see if they got anything
on Meadows.

I'm running late.
Tanya's sick.

I'm about to pick up the boys
and take them to school.

Okay. Don't sweat it.

Catch you later.

All right.

Help me out here.

You have a report number?

I was hoping you would
do this off the books.

Why would I do that?
You got the serial number.

And I'm gonna track it
with the manufacturer,

see if I can identify
a point of sale.

But I need it dusted.

Where'd this little cutie
come from?

Hey, you know what,
don't even tell me.

I promise, it won't come back
to bite you in the ass.

If there are any prints,
you won't be able to use them.

I know.

Give me a few weeks.

How about a week?

How about go fuck
yourself, Edgar?

All right, thanks, Miguel.

- I appreciate it.
- Yep.

All right.

He was parked there
for months.

Slinging dope?

No, from what I could tell,
just a user.

When he first showed up
on Heliotrope,

I booked him on
a G of chiva.

- Didn't see that on his rap.
- He's a Vet.

Cut him a break.

Noble. He snitch for you?

From time to time.

- Nothing much.
- Did ya get to know him?

Some. A bitter motherfucker.

About the war.

How the Army fucked him over.

And how his so-called brothers
turned their backs.

He was pretty rabid
about that shit.

- Names?
- Naw.

Ever say how they
fucked him over?

Just that they fucked him
outta what he had coming.

And they were gonna get theirs.

Thanks.

Your brother, Edward Gunn.

My brother was
a solid gold asshole.

But rape? Murder?

What about the arrest?

Harassment,
plain and simple.

My brother was involved
with that girl.

That was not a rape situation.
Eddie wasn't gonna hurt her.

Bosch just busted in there,
he broke down the goddamn door.

Your brother had clothesline
and duct tape with him
at the time.

He was a housepainter.

Tools of his trade.

The girl didn't ever
press charges, did she?

Bosch misunderstood
the whole thing.

No choirboy, your brother.

Yeah, he drank.

I washed my hands.

But still.

And who showed up
every time he got busted?

Trying to get Eddie to confess
to what he ain't done?

Bosch.

He made my brother's life
a living hell.

I found these
in a closet upstairs.

Photographs.

I was keeping them
for George to show his kids.

How've you been, Connie?

Good days, bad days.

You know.

How's the new place?

I love it.

Ten minutes to campus.

Those 20th Street
Craftsman bungalows.

- Um-hmm.
- Near where I came up.

I went through, and kept
a few things for myself,

but nothing that
I thought you might like.

Thank you.

So, just take what you--
what you want.

I'll take it all.

Connie, I, um--

I'm thinking about relocating.

Taking another job.

This city is in your pores.

You'll never scrub it out.

What'd Ferras have to say?

Nothing on the dope angle.

Meadows mighta had
a falling out with
his Army buddies.

Swore he'd get back at them.

Bad blood, it's a motive.

Names?

None whatsoever.

Anything on street video?

Cameras on the back block
were busted.

So no video.
But, I did find this.

Meadows' unit had
a Facebook page.

Now that's a recruiting poster.

Be all you can be.

Where is that?

Iraq, it looks like.

And that's a lotta cash.

Baksheesh.

Bribes for locals.

Our tax dollars at work.

- And who's this?
- Captain Trevor Dobbs.

Meadows' team leader.

Owns and operates
Comprehensive Solutions,

a personal security
consulting firm out in Encino.

Let's say we go chat him up.

I can't.

Waiting on a callback
from St. Louis

on Meadows' military records.

I figured I'd run
these names down,

and see if any of 'em
are local.

Knock yourself out.
I'll let you know how it goes.

I don't see the point.

The point of the motion
is to introduce

the wrongful death suit.

Jury came back with
a whopping one dollar
in damages.

Basically said it was
a good shooting,

he just didn't follow
all the rules and regs.

He was accused
of planting a gun, Rudy.

Accused, not proven.

What's the difference?

As soon as
it's introduced,

it's a skunk
in the jury box.

The recent Allen case?

As a witness,
Bosch is already junk bonds.

This would seal the deal,
my friend.

If the judge grants
the motion.

It's certainly worth
a try.

You're the lawyer.

Let's talk about
our other little problem.

Miss Annabelle Crowe.

Better if she didn't
testify, at all.

Rudy...

I was thinking more along
the lines of inducements.

Jay, I wasn't suggesting
long-term parking.

All I'm saying is,
we have options.

Ways of getting
Miss Crowe on board.

She's a party girl.

Let's find something.

By all means.

Let's bring her
the fuck on board.

Trevor Dobbs?

Yes, sir.
Can I help you?

Detective Bosch, LAPD.

I'd like to ask you some
questions about William Meadows.

Billy?

Is he all right?

You haven't heard?

No.

Well, I'm sorry
to tell you.

He was murdered last week.

Ah, shit.

Let's, uh--
Let's go inside.

I didn't see anything in
the news or in the papers.

It was reported as a John Doe.

Homeless man in Hollywood.

Took a few days
to make an ID.

Some people don't get obits,
do they?

No, they don't.

Billy deserved one.

He served his country.

Goddamn.

It's a shame.

This you?

Yep. And most of my team.

Iraq.

Anbar Province.

Near Ramadi.

Special Forces.

How did you know?

Meadows had the tattoo.

You recognize it.

I was Fifth group.

ODA three-nine-nine-two.

So Meadow's mother said he

also did two tours
in Afghanistan.

Yeah...

night recons started
to freak him out.

He had to get high
just to go on patrol.

I can understand that.

Yeah, it wears on you.

You're out there--
pitch black.

You get separated
from your unit--

Feels like the sound
of your own

breathing's gonna
give you away.

Right.

The Black Echo.

So, you know.

You also know,
some soldiers weather
the storm better than others.

And when he came back?

Billy had problems.

With drugs,
problems with the law,

arrests,
in and out of fucking rehab.

Loaned him money.

Aw, shit,
I gave him money.

Couple years ago,
he was in real dire straits.

So, ah, I took him
to Charlie Company.

- How'd that work out?
- It didn't.

Looks like you weathered
it all right.

I'm one of the lucky ones.

Shit.

Started a family,
a business.

Comprehensive Solutions.

Security consulting.

I've done well.

Meadows ever work for you?

No, he couldn't pass
the physical.

The kind of work
that we do...

It's not monitoring
residential burglar alarms.

So you're talking contracting,
like Blackwater?

Unless you have sky-high
security clearance, Detective,

I can't talk about it.

Absolutely.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I'll see myself out.

I know we're supposed
to cooperate with you people,

but half the time
you got your wires crossed.

And it puts our clients off
if we're talking to the cops.

I could always get a warrant.

Oh, now you're gonna
strong arm me, huh?

Only if I have to.

You ever serve, Detective?

- I did in fact.
- Where?

Desert Storm.

A tour in Afghanistan
after 9-11.

Helen Archer.

She got as close to
Billy Meadows as anybody.

Girlfriend close?

Don't think so.
She was more drink than drugs.

But they were both
early on in Iraq.

Caught the really crazy shit.

Common ground, you know.

That's where she works.

If she wants you to know more
than that, that's up to her.

Still like to see his file.

For that, you are gonna
need a warrant.

Roger that.

Edgar.

I'm trying
to reach Detective Bosch?

He's not here right now.
Can I take a message?

- You still his partner?
- I am.

This is Scott Anderson.
I write for the Times.

I know who you are.

I'm about to post
a piece on Edward Gunn.

We're not working that case.

- Detectives Robertson
and Pierce are.
- I know.

I was just wondering
if Detective Bosch
would care to comment.

Now that Gunn is dead,
how does he feel?

I really think you should speak
to media relations.

You're his partner.
You know him better
than anyone.

After pursuing Gunn
for so long,

is he disappointed?

Frustrated? Angry?

Look, he's working.
And so am I.

Tell him my deadline's tonight.

What?

Nothing.

You have plans
for this weekend?

Maddie's always got something
going on.

Volleyball, homework.

Hard to keep track.

We should grab
a bite sometime.

The three of us.

That'd be good.

That wasn't even a distant
cousin of convincing.

No, no really.

It'd be nice
for you guys to meet.

- But?
- No but.

- No pressure.
- None felt.

- What?
- Nothing.

Get out of here.

Maddie?

She goes, "I don't care
how you get there.
I'm not a taxi."

You can't force her
to take you to The Grove.

I'm not forcing anyone, but--

- Hold on.
- Dinner.

I'll be out in a minute.
I'm talking to Becca.

- Hi Becca.
- Hi, Mr. Bosch.

Dad.

- Okay, okay.
- Just start without me.

It'll get cold.

That's why God made
microwaves.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.

So what's going on
this weekend?

I have matches
Saturday and Sunday.

Both home.
You coming?

Of course.

You doing homework?

Just finished.

- That our kid?
- Bless his little
trick turning heart.

Let's go. Somebody wants
to talk to you.

Put it down. Let's go.

- Shit.
- Come on.

What up, man?

Looking for Helen Archer.

There you go.

Thanks, bro.

- Helen Archer?
- Yeah.

Detective Bosch.
Detective Edgar.

LAPD Homicide.

Homicide, huh?
Who's dead?

William Meadows.

I just saw Billy last month.

I took him out
for something to eat.

- How was he?
- Strung-out and mangy.

He nodded off at dinner.

Couldn't even hold
a knife and a fork.

I had to cut
his steak for him.

You and Billy.
More than friends?

Pals.

Just pals.

Stupid name he had for us.

He had some in-country romance
he was hanging onto.

That her?

I wouldn't know.

You know he was talking about
going back over there again.

- He re-upped?
- Oh God, Christ, no.

As PMCs.

You know, contractors.

You know, it's typical
addict bullshit.

Like going over there
was gonna solve anything.

Guys from his old unit?

I don't know, I guess.

You know,
I didn't know them.

I didn't even know
their names.

We hear he might have had
a falling out with some
of them.

Well, that'd be news to me.
Cause, he was talking about

how great it was gonna be
this time

and how much money
they were all gonna make.

This time?
Had he done it before?

As a contractor?
Yeah, a couple of times.

God, my poor Billy.

You know,
he was so deluded.

He was never going back
there again.

Why would you say that?

Haven't you been
listening to me?

He was a wreck.

He had this asshole friend.

He just-- He just kept
filling his head

with smoke
and leading him on.

This asshole have
a name?

Yeah, of course
he has a fucking name.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I just--

Woody. Something.

I-- You know, I never met him.

And to be honest
with you guys,

I didn't know any of them.

It's quite possible he
was making it all up.

All of it. All of this shit.
Everything.

You know, it wasn't
so long ago that...

he was doing better.

And then...

...he wasn't.

Bosch.
Your boy's in Room One.

I'm sure he's thirsty
by now.

- I have to make a call.
- I'll take this.

This is Rick Jackson.

Leave a message.
I'll get back to you.

Jerry Edgar again.

I can come to you.
Whatever works.

Give me a call
when you have a chance.

Thanks.

Hey, I didn't do it.
I heard about that guy

that got jumped outside
the 7-Eleven.

That wasn't me.

You recognize that land whale?

No.

Take another look.

Maybe.

I might have seen it before.

I dunno.

You were tagging,

but you didn't finish.

We found a half a can
of spray paint at the scene.

Same color.

What tagger throws away
a half a can?

You were interrupted
before you could finish.

By what?

We're very interested

and we'd like to take
the next step.

I'm open to that.

Let us fly you up
for the day.

A formal interview?

Call it a first date.
See if there's chemistry.

I'm betting there is.

I'll check my schedule.

Do that,
and I'll clear mine.

Look forward to meeting you,
Chief.

Look, I had my scrip going.

Into it, you know?

Then this ride pulls up.

Okay, when was that?

Around midnight, maybe.

- What kind of car?
- SUV.

- Make? Model?
- Sorry.

- Color?
- Black.

Okay.

So it pulls up.
Then what?

I hid.

Did you hear anything?
See anything?

Too dark.

Too dark to hear?

Too far away.
Too much traffic.

Just waiting for them
to leave.

- Them?
- Whoever. In the car.

There was more
than one guy in the car?

It beats me.

- The driver?
- I didn't see him.

He see you?

I don't think so.

No.

Look, man, that's all I know.

All right? Can I go now?

What'd you do when
the black SUV pulled away?

I got outta there.

And you didn't go
and check out the RV?

I didn't go anywhere near it.

Snipers. Five-hundred meters
on the T of two.

Five. Four. Three.

That's the kind
a sugar papa likes.

Fuck you, bitch, I won.

How you figure that?
I didn't hear you hit
the five.

That's 'cause I hit the eight.

Asshole.
That's not what he called.

Yeah, but it is
the tougher shot.

And Xavi, I don't play
for second place.

Dobbs.

Yeah. Impressive.

- But what did I call?
- Five hundred.

And what did you hit,
Woodrow?

The eight hundred.
But Captain--

So you missed
the five hundred completely?

I wasn't fucking aiming
for it--

You fucking lost,
asshole.

You scored zero
on the mission, soldier.

Never could follow orders.

Yeah, fuck you both.

Xavi and shit head.

Stand by.

Twelve-hundred meters
on the T of two.

Five. Four. Three.

You know this one?
Been there?

It's okay.

Place to stay
when it's cold.

Beats the youth halls.

Like you would know.

You'd be surprised.

Bullshit.

McClaren mostly.

- Seriously?
- I was a runner.

You ever get away
for long?

Once. For six weeks.

If you think of anything.

When you ran,
how far'd you make it?

Not far enough.

Anyway, you remember anything,
give me a call, yeah?

He's fifty-something.
He wakes up,

goes to work, comes home.

Same shit, different shovel,
every day.

Teenage daughter.
Ex in Hong Kong someplace,
I think.

They talk about
that shit all the time.

It's boring fucking shit.

I'm telling you,
this guy is not a problem.

We don't need to sweat it.

- He's a Fifth Group guy.
- No shit.

Yeah, and good
at what he does.

Maybe back in the day.
But now? He's fucking old.

He's past it.

Do not fucking
underestimate him.

- And toss your phones.
- For fuck's sake, Dobbs.

New burners at the office.
Do it today.

And cash only.

That includes your chica.

Hmm. I'll cut up her cards.

This surveillance shit.

How much longer
I gotta do that?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is it cutting into
your surf time?

As a matter of fact it is.

A little longer.

We gotta know what he knows.

I'm telling you,
this guy has no ties to us.

Keep on him.

Just till the other thing
is done.

How is our friend
in the South Bay?

Still friendly.

Crate and Barrel.

Bosch. Oh, listen to this.

"This dogged detective,

tireless in his pursuit of
this suspected serial killer."

End-quote.

He thinks you're a dog,
Harry.

- Who does?
- Scott Anderson.

Just posted this thing
about the Gunn case.

You're featured prominently.

"Detective Bosch could not
be reached for comment."

Fuck him.

"Edward Gunn, found dead
outside his Hollywood apartment

"showed signs he'd been
involved in a struggle.

Ante-mortem bruising."

How the fuck he get that
so fast?

I know guys would give it up
for a wink

and a cup of coffee.

You guys seen J. Edgar?

Haven't seen him.

Jerry. I'm going
to see our friend.

Hit me back, I'll give
you the when and where.

Roll down those sleeves,
detective.

- Excuse me?
- Your sleeves?

Unless you wanna scrape
those tats off

with a wire brush,
not in my station.

Yes, ma'am.

The Seven Deadly Sins
andthe Four Last Things.

By Bosch.

One of his followers,
actually.

Greed, wrath, gluttony,
etcetera,

all depicted along
the outer rim.

The circular image
is the eye of God.

He sees all.

The Latin.

Cave Cave Deus Videt.

"Beware, Beware, God Sees."

You speak Latin?

No. Google Translate does.

Correct. God sees.

Dark shit.

Dark shit indeed.

Hieronymus Bosch envisioned
a world engulfed in evil.

The darkness more than light.

The Garden of Earthly Delights.

Meesterwerk.
His masterpiece.

The owls.

What do they mean?

They're the symbol
of evil.

Even in the Garden of Eden,
evil lurks.

After the fall,

sinful man wraps his arms
around evil.

He embraces it.

Ultimately, it all leads
to Hell, Detective.

How is it you're back
in the world?

Ah, most of Marks' crew
got indicted on a RICO.

Including Lucky Luke Rykov.

Rumor has it, though,
he's back in St. Petersburg.

Aw, you miss him,
don't you?

Oh, you have no idea.

My life is very boring
without him.

So what do I owe
this pleasure?

Ah, you know what that is.
Pallets of cash

to rebuild Afghanistan
and Iraq

and to convince the klepto
warlord asshole politicians

- to do the right thing.
- What could possibly go wrong?

Yeah, brilliant, right?

What's that gotta do
with your vic?

I need some
general background.

- On what?
- Guys he served with.

Might've gone back
to Afghanistan as PMCs.

I'd like to know when.

I'll tell ya,
we got more of those cowboys

running around Afghanistan
than we do our own troops.

NSA and DOD are both outsourcing
their bad shit to the PMCs.

Plausible deniability.

Military where our military
ain't supposed to be.

Ambassador duty,
combat support,

recon on high interest
targets.

Those guys
are doing everything.

Protecting intel community,
assets, OGAs.

Other Government Agencies.
CIA.

Now, who-- who said
cops were dumb?

What's this?
"ODA. Three-nine-nine-two"?

My vic's Special Forces team

when they were
"nation building"

in Anbar
and then Afghanistan.

Oh. I'll see
what I can find out.

I envy the clarity
of your mission, Bosch.

Somebody's dead,
and somebody did it.

Not always as simple
as it seems.

We knew he was good
for two murders

and we were watching him,
we busted down the door,

and caught Gunn
raping that girl.

Red-handed.
I mean, literally.

He'd beaten her
pretty good, too.

She said afterwards
it was consensual.

Refused to cooperate.

Didn't want to let
the family know that
she was a prostitute.

You know, Harry didn't
wanna press her.

Figured she'd been
through enough already.

Yeah, he thought we could
make the case another way.

When it comes to hookers,

Harry's heart bleeds.

For obvious reasons.

Understandable.
Absolutely.

Then O'Shea fucked you guys.

That motherless prick.

Wouldn't proceed
without her testimony.

Tell me something.

With Gunn...

did Harry ever...

I don't know, maybe push things
a little too far?

In what way?

It was stuck
in his craw, right?

I mean,
he worked it for years.

Like any righteous
murder police would.

He's going through
something.

And you think
you know someone...

then you're not so sure
anymore.

I'll tell you
what I'm sure about.

In all those cases
we worked together,

never once did I question
whether Harry Bosch was all-in.

Of course not.

I'd appreciate
if we kept this between us.

Goes without saying.

Thanks, Rick.

L.A. Premium.
May I help you?

Yes. I'd like to make
an appointment.

Leah Camille.

I found a surveillance camera
in the smoke detector
in Gunn's apartment.

Well, we don't know
that it's Harry's.

Who else's would it be?

He's been keeping tabs
on Gunn for years.

I took it to latent prints,
off the books.

Jesus, Jerry.

What if they find something?

We'll blow up
that fucking bridge
when we get there.

Okay?

If Robertson lands
on this?

You know he will.

Only a matter of time.

We have to talk to Harry.

It oughta be me.
I'm his partner.

Well, then don't wait.
Just do it.

Anthony Maney?

Come in, beautiful.

Fuck me.
She lied to us, Harry.

More a sin of omission.

How did this not come
up on her background?

No arrest record.
The way they vet her clients,

she's been able to stay
off the radar.

But if we know about it,

Holland's people know
about it, too.

Let's talk to her again.
I'll set it up.

See you later?

Rain check?

Okay.

You sure?

Yeah.

I'll let you know
about Annabelle.

Okay.

What's up?

I'm at the shelter.

Thought I'd take the kid
back to the scene.

Maybe give his memory a nudge.

I went back to that website.

I found that friend
of Meadows.

Woody Woodrow.
Venice address.

Maybe talk to him tomorrow

Good luck with the kid.

Thanks.

Harry, listen--

What's up?

Never mind. Nothing.

Roger that.

Miss?

He didn't stay.
He didn't even check in.

What happens
if you don't check-in?

You sleep elsewhere.

Sharkey's been here,
in and out, over a year.

He knows the rules.

And what about
the sign-in?

Does that have
phone numbers too?

Most of the numbers
are phony,

but I can give you
what I got.

I'll take 'em.

Any idea where he might be?

He's a professional runaway.

Your guess is as good
as mine.

We're sorry.

You have a number that is
no longer in service.

- Koreatown Killer?
- Looks like.

Pretty brazen.
Broad daylight.

How long since
the last one?

Two recent incidents
we think are KTK.

A robbery.
Attempted car jacking.

Since the last murder.
How long?

More than a year.

Where's the family?

I'll take you.

Um, Jun Park. CRT.

We're glad you're here.

And you are?

Chief Irving,
Acting Chief of Police.

That's embarrassing.
I'm sorry. I should've--

I should've have
recognized you.

Can you please tell
the family how sorry I am?

Certainly.

I can't make out the signature.

I don't think
she told me her name.

Did you make
a copy of her ID?

It was late.

It was late. Okay.

Paid cash.

I remember that.

Remember what
she looked like?

Late 20s, Hispanic,
dark hair.

High heels
and a red dress.

At that hour?

Like she'd been out
all night

and hadn't been home.

Not my type.

Sure.

He kept 'em coming,
all night.

Tuned him up pretty good.

Eddie got louder and louder,
just outta control.

Next thing you know,
he's pissing on the jukebox.

And that's where
you draw the line?

I can put up with a lot.

But when they start pissing
on the jukebox,

that's when I call
the paddy wagon.

The big guy
buying the drinks?

Um... like you, but white.

Like me but white?

Like you in the sense
that he was a cop.

Cop or military.
I'd put money on it.

What makes you so sure?

It's just a vibe.

Way you carry yourselves.

After you called the cops,
what'd the big guy do?

He took it on the arches.

You are old fashioned.

You have no idea.

Hey. I'm gonna go do
some work in my bedroom.

Come say goodnight
before you go to sleep?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Shit.

This is Bosch. I have an ADW
with a vehicle on a PO.

Gray SUV, heading on
Blue Heights Drive
toward the Valley.

I need an airship,
and give the units

the following access points.

Fuck! Fuck!

All units stand by.

Off-duty officer
is in pursuit

of an ADW suspect
in the Hollywood Hills.

Last known direction
was on Blue Heights Drive

toward the Valley.

Six-William-Lincoln-Twenty-One,

I'm in the Hollywood Hills,
below Mulholland.

Any airship, come up
on Hollywood frequency.

Six-William-Lincoln-Twenty-One
is in pursuit.

Last known location
in the Hollywood Hills.

West of Cahuenga,
north of Mulholland.

Air Three, we're overhead.

Air Three, I lost the vehicle

in the area of Vineland
and Ventura.

Fifteen-Adam-Sixty-Seven,
we're Code Six.