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Cranberry cobbler.

Your mom.

Every Thanksgiving I see
you in here with her.

She'd order
the cranberry cobbler.

It was a tradition.

You've grown.

Yeah. It's been a while.

There's no rush with that.

Come in now and again
by herself.

Cup of coffee,
take a break.

Sat right there
where you're sitting.

Nice lady.

Yeah.

And you.

You doing all right?

I'm glad to see you.

Start a new tradition,
maybe.

I think
I want some cobbler.

Now you're talking.

Cobbler's on the house.

Harry?

Bosch?

Hey. Where'd you go?

I was thinking
about my mom.

That's sweet.

Mm. Pintia Rioja.

Grace Billets
knows her reds.

You better believe it.

Your family celebrate
Thanksgiving?

Absolutely.

We so wanted to fit in.

Mom would make
all the American classics:

turkey, cranberry,

patatas dulces, carimañola,
patacones, arroz con coco.

Right. Okay.

We coulda brought
arroz con coco.

Lis!

So have you made a decision
about Maddie's travel ball?

Well, I'm not crazy
about the idea

of her being away
every weekend,

people and places
I don't know.

You going to pack her
in bubble wrap

- when she goes off to college?
- Maybe.

148.

- Oh. Good.
- Ooh.

So, uh, what is
the target there, sport?

Oh, Mank,

turkey is the most difficult
of all meats to cook,

your reason being your thigh,

with its higher fiber
and fat,

isn't done until it
reaches 165 degrees.

But your breast gets
all dry and ropey

at anything over 150.

Sounds like menopause to me.

- Huh.
- Lisa, get in here!

Oh, please tell me more.

Well, you could
spatchcock it,

but then
the lieutenant is left

without
the pleasing visual
of the complete bird

before its carving
on the table.

Right,
right, right.

Did he just
say spatchcock?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

You've gone viral
again, Harry.

Hey, Lisa, mash.

Maddie,
get the butter.

What are you talking
about, Lis?

So now you're a suspect
in a murder.

What?

Hashtag down
and dirty detective.

Thanks for sharing.

Did it just get
colder in here?

"Speculation rampant.

"The unnamed detective
is Harry Bosch,

"a key witness in the
Andrew Holland murder trial"?

Ugh. This comes
from Holland's people.

Is there a factual
basis for this?

Well, only technically.

Shit. "Thanks
for sharing" is right.

Jesus, Harry.

You know, we were just saying
good food, good friends,

- good feelings.
- Yeah.

Crap! It's 170!

Oh, for God's sake.
Watch out.

Out of the way,
out of the way.

- Ohh!
- Barrel, for God's sake,

I give you one job-- one!

That's it.

Right here.

Hey, hey. Car.

Watch out, man.

Look, where's Joe and Jack?

We got to get
this game going.

I'll be back.

Have you seen our sons?

Touch football?

Turkey Bowl.
It's tradition.

Yeah. Your tradition
of never being able

to convince enough
people to play.

That's not fair.
Just two years ago,
we went into overtime.

Yeah. I remember.

Your mama's sweet
potatoes caught fire.

Yes.

You look tired, J.

The Bosch
still wearing you down?

You look great.

They're back there.

Yo. Jack. Joe.
We got a game outside.

I got a game here.

- Look out, Mason.
- Hey, come on, Mick.

Oh, no.

...while Orange County
deputies

are trying to identify
the body of a man

who's washed ashore
early this morning...

Now Rampart?

Rampart, then home.

I think the rank and file
really appreciated

your holiday PM
watch visit, sir.

Well, I appreciate
their indulgence.

And yours.

Did I keep you from
your family today, Sergeant?

No, sir. We're eating later.

You?

Volunteered
to help serve meals

at the L.A. Mission.

That it?

Well, the chef at Providence
has promised me

some canneberge émietter
right there.

And a 70-year-old almagnac.

Trouble?

Bosch.

**

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I can't let go *

* I feel *

6, 7...

8...

9...

10.

Bosch.

I'm going to be in late.

Jerry, guess who just called.

Harry, I've been up
since the crack of dawn

waiting to buy my kids

some skater stuff
they've been on about.

I'm not in the mood
to guessing anything.

You should shop online.

Like you would
know about that.

It's the 21st century,
Jerry.

Black Friday lines
are for cavemen.

Fuck you.
Who called?

Our favorite fed.

Said a body washed up
yesterday off Seal Beach.

Army embark clerk.

May be connected
to Dobbs and his crew.

Maybe.

You're gonna drive
to south bum-fuck

on a maybe?

Where are you?

I'll come pick you up.

And you'll be bringing me
a skinny macchiato

with three shots.

A man can dream.

You got an address?

- Of course.
- Yeah. What is that?

Holland read a book.

Pulled it from a shelf.

I've been thinking.

Whoever sprung Gunn from jail
probably works for--

Found our bail girl
in there, didn't you?

Waiting for you to ask.

There's an assistant
in Holland's office.

Interview
didn't yield anything,

but J. Edgar jotted down
a description of her.

Latina, late 20s.
Marissa Marta.

Worth a shot.

Excellent work,
Pierce.

- But first...
- Owls.

Fucking owls.

Oh.

Oh. Manna from heaven.

Or the giant Seattle
conglomerate

masquerading as such.

How'd your turkey turn out?

Don't ask.

You getting anything?

- Cataracts.
- Ahem.

Seriously,
no car, no kid.

We have to widen
our perimeter.

Cross our I's
and dot our T's.

Mm.

Committed
a cold-blooded murder.

- Yes.
- To discredit Harry Bosch

- as a witness in their trial.
- Yes.

Provable?

Working on it.
We think yes.

So Chief called you in.

Ah. There's been
a mass freak-out at PAB--

Chief Irving,
Rollins in West Bureau,

Media Relations,

and pretty much every
command staff drama queen

- with nothing else to do.
- Believe me,

there was no way
of controlling this story.

You could have warned me.

I wanted for you
to be able to say honestly

that you knew nothing
about it.

I mean, I was hoping that
my guys could prove the frame

before it all blew up,
but if it did,

I didn't want it
to get on you.

RHD wants in on the frame.

It's your call.

I said no.

But I do worry

that this is
another example

of your loose supervision
of your people.

I will happily

put my people's
case clearance rate

up against any other
detective's in the city.

You've seen the numbers.

You know what we've done.

It speaks for itself.

And for the quality
of your command.

You're too familiar
with them, Grace.

You like them too much.

If you need me to take
the heat with Chief Irving

for my decision
to handle this in-house, I--

No. It's above your rank,
Lieutenant.

But fuck this up,
and it's on you.

Captain.

Ah. Well, welcome to my
jurisdictional nightmare.

Better justify
the drive down here.

Jerry's got
the Black Friday Blues.

Black Friday. Is that,
uh-- that still a thing?

Yes, it is, and mine
just got spoiled

by a fed with a phone.

Ah, probably find
whatever you need here.

So-- ahem--

Cornell "Merch" Jackson.

U.S. Army. E5 Logistics.

Found deceased
fully clothed.

No sign of foul play.

Except for
the being dead part.

It's funny how our mind
always goes there

when that happens.

Uh, O.C. sheriff
got a warrant.

Entire place was filled
with contraband

evidently skimmed
from overseas shipments.

A man called Merch
got to earn his handle.

Here.

Over here.

More down this way.

Oh. That's a nice haul.

Yeah. Why do you think
I called you guys?

Here he is--
Detective Vince Nguyen,

O.C. Homicide.

Hey. Detective Bosch,
Detective Edgar,

LAPD Hollywood.

Don't touch anything,
Hollywood.

Don't even think
about touching anything.

That's a sweet suit.
Is that new?

What are you,
Fashion Police?

I know my Italians.

I got a soldier grifter
who accidentally drowned.

What's your intersect?

We're working a case,

and we'd like to take a look

at Jackson's most recent
embark records.

So would we.

Specialist Stykes is here

to keep us
from getting eyes

on anything classified

until Army CID shows up

to sort what we can
examine with our warrant.

And Stykes was
Jackson's supervisor?

Doesn't look old enough
to eat solid food.

Honestly, I don't
think she knew fuck-all

about what was
going on here.

- Sergeant Stykes.
- Sir.

Detective Bosch,
Detective Edgar,
LAPD.

We think Specialist Jackson
might be connected

to a caper up in Hollywood.

Sirs, I'm sorry,
but I can't let you

go through any of this
until CID gets here.

It'll be something
that came in recently,

private military
contractors.

Wouldn't know anything
about that, sir.

You and Merch hang out?

Drink beer, talk shop?

No, sir.

I have a fiancé.

Jerry.

Uh, please do not touch
anything on the table.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.
I said don't touch anything.

What is that?

That is motive.

Looks like Merch was
just another loose end.

What do you want to bet
your contractors

ripped off some corrupt
Afghan war lord

they were paid to babysit?

So no record of the
cash ever existing.

That's right.
Fog of war, baby.

Ah, here comes the cavalry.

You guys are getting out
just in time.

Me, I got a full day of
inter-agency clusterfucking.

- Good luck with that.
- Yeah.

DA wants us downtown.

Us?

Oh, yeah.

Definitely one of ours.

- Can I touch it?
- Sure.

Ah.

Yeah,
it's been customized.

Carol, would you bring me
one of the 414s?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, somebody's
painted over it.

Professional.

Professional
owl painting.

Well, artful anyhow.

Not some slapdash amateur.

Yeah.

See what I mean?

Yeah.

We're hoping to trace this owl
to the person who bought it.

Well, I'll open my books
for you if you like,

but, uh,
we sell several thousand
of these units each year,

and almost all of them
are in big box stores

or online garden sites.

Wholesaling
or retailing?

Ah, almost no contact
with the end user,

unless there's a defect.

You know,
all our products

are 100% money back
guaranteed,

but, uh, not
if you alter them.

Why don't you give us a list

of the local brick and mortar
that sell your owls?

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Okay.

I can tell you
that one was bought

in the last three months.

How do you know?

We changed the mold,

uh, fixed the horns,
leveled the eyes.

Those new units
shipped, uh, September,

so had to be since then.

Okay.

That's helpful.
Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Whoever dolled up that bird,

tell him he's got a bright
future in pest control.

This is exactly what
I've been harping on.

You are your own
worst enemy.

- The frame won't hold up.
- Doesn't matter.

By the time it falls apart,
it'll be too late.

How long have you known?

You didn't tell her?

He didn't know.
He was never a suspect.

Oh. Right.
Of course not.

Hollywood Station
is one big society

for the protection of
Harry motherfucking Bosch.

When is your motion hearing
on Bosch's checkered history?

Next week.

You're going to lose it.

Pull Bosch.

Put Edgar on the stand.

Detective Edgar
didn't hear Holland

admit that he
committed the murder.

What do you want
from me, Anita?

Your lead cop is toxic.

Work around it.

I am trying--

Jesus,
you're such a coward.

Fowkkes should give you
a special thanks

at his closing argument.

I'm not going to
get caught short

at trial again
because of you.

They killed Gunn
for the frame.

Prove it
before the jury sits.

Did you ever reach Annabelle?

Headed there next.

Heading there?

Harry, she's essential
to us now.

I asked you to pl--

Going there next.

My job doesn't stop

just because
you've got a trial.

Wow.

I'm sorry.
I guess I forgot.

Forgot what?

Harry Bosch.
You do what you do.

The world adjusts.

Something
you want to say?

Nope.

No way to get
the money back.

Police
were already there.

Nothing I could
do about it.

Cops grind.
It's in their DNA.

Got to respect it.

Took the money
from a bacha bazi.

The Pentagon
should give us medals.

Hey, who's the one
that said

this old guy was
nothing to worry about?

That was before
he kept showing up
like a bad acid flashback?

Look, stay mindful.
Stay disciplined,

on mission.

We're good.

If I see him again,
I don't know.

The weed's talking shit
to you, Woodrow.

Go surf. Chill.

Yeah.

Hey, put this
somewhere safe, huh?

Duh.

Print was on the side
of the camera housing.

From all the dust over it,
probably not new.

The guy who set up the system.

That would be
my first guess.

When he unpacked it,
maybe no gloves.

You run it?

Am I the detective?

Of course I ran it.

Got a name and CI number.

Ooh. Mark Taylor.
LAUSD teacher.

Yeah, that's
where his prints got
on the system anyway.

No arrest history?

This is about
your partner, huh?

What is?

Come on.
Off-book with the camera.

Now all these rumors
about Bosch.

- I put 2 and 2 together.
- And got 7.

No, Miguel.
There's nothing there.

I owe you one.

No shit.

Annabelle in?

Are you, uh...

you one of the
geezers she's boning?

- LAPD.
- Ah. Shit.

Sorry.

Uh, she-- she's in Prague.

I'm-- I'm a sublet.

Prague?

Yeah.
Booked this sweet gig

on a series about
about witches and shit,

uh, Spanish Inquisition.

Eight-month shoot.

She in trouble?

I'd say so.

You've reached
Deputy DA Anita Benitez.

Leave a message and a number
I can contact you.

It's me. Crowe's a problem.

I'm around tonight
if you want to talk.

Hi. Yeah.
Detective Jerry Edgar,

Hollywood.

I need to locate an order--

the murder books
on an old 187.

Lester Smith.
Assault case.

Yeah. I have
the DR number right here.

I can just get a ride
home from practice, Dad.

Lauren's mom said you can
stay at their house

until I'm done today.

You called Lauren's mom?

I feel like I'm
under house arrest.

Aw, Mads, come on.

Did you talk to Mom
about the travel team?

- Detective Bosch.
- I got to let Coach know.

Detective Bosch,
what's the real story

with this Gunn murder
you're a part of?

You guys couldn't find
a Kardashian to creep?

Are you his daughter?

So, Bosch, this guy,

you're chasing him
for years.

He just turns up dead.

You don't see
the coincidence in that?

No? No comment?

Detective, Andrew Holland
has tweeted

that you're a serial liar.
No comments?

Tweet this, asshole.

Best not to engage.

Uch. Like you'd know.

What does that mean?

Where do you think
I learned it?

You said you wanted
to be a cop.

Eyes on the road.

10 and 2.

Sometimes getting in the way
is part of the job.

Pissing people off
comes with the territory.

Your territory.

How come Jerry never has
stupid stuff happen to him?

I don't know.

Maybe he's just not
as pretty as I am.

If only plastic owls
could talk.

Oh, it would save me
from this, for sure.

I've got 17 local stores
left to contact

about sales records.

Anything new on Gunn's?

A couple of decent prints
we missed the first time.

Entry, door, face plate,
and latch bolt.

Like, whoever broke in
held his finger up against it

after he picked it open.

Security chain.

Potter noticed the top
of the door was scuffed.

Killer snagged the chain
with fishing line,

looped it up over the door,
and slid the guard frame.

Sounds like a two-man job.

Sounds like an assumption.

Educated guess.

When you do it,
it's an educated guess,

but when I do it,
it's an assumption?

Got to be cash
they shipped back.

All the pieces line up.

- Not this cash, though.
- No.

Too long ago,
but probably

where they got the idea
in the first place.

Goshen says there's
more money floating
around Afghanistan now

than there was in Iraq.
Less oversight.

But why not, I don't know,
drugs or weapons?

Anything else they bring in

they're going to take
a huge hit on

when they try
to sell it here.

Cash is cash.

Yeah, but they still
have to launder it.

Well, but nobody gives a shit
about that on this end,

except for maybe the taxes.

Perfect crime.

Till Sharkey unraveled it.

Where have you been?

There's a Crowe problem?

She's in Europe
shooting a TV show.

Harry, damn it.

God. If you
would've just--

There was nothing
we could have done.

This is pure Holland.

He pulled some strings,
got her a part.

She was probably making
her connection at Frankfurt

while you were still
leaving her messages.

They tampered
with my fucking witness.

Add that to all the other
things we have to prove.

We get together tonight?

Figure out where we're
going to go from here?

I can't. I'm sorry.

Okay. Tomorrow?

I'll see how my day goes.

We should put eyes
on Dobbs and Marino

in case
they try to book.

Billets is going
to pitch a fit

about extra bodies
on overtime.

You're already
in the doghouse.

I'll write it up
if you pretend
it was your idea.

Swell.

Love that holiday vibe,

all the festive
traditions.

Those special smells.

Detective,
Chief would like a word.

I'm guessing
he means you.

Note the time and date
in case I never come back.

Wash.

J. Edgar.

What's up?

Quick question about Bosch.

I'm starting to understand

why you and LT
like the guy so much.

He's smart, loyal.

He's a pretty
damn good detective

if you push past
the dark part.

Plays it too close
to the edge for my taste,

but okay.

He gets results.

Where is this going,
Jimmy?

Well, I can't stop
asking myself

what Bosch knows
about Gunn

he isn't telling us.

Ask him.

Have you?

This doesn't get us to who
killed the man, Jimmy.

Come on. Nobody wants
to be in a position

where the guy
who's got your back

- can't be straight with you.
- You know what?

I really
don't feel comfortable

having this conversation
with you about my partner.

Hey, believe me,
I've got no skin in.

I'm just passing
through, but--

Let me guess-- RHD.

Yeah. Short list
for the next desk,

or so they say.

Great. Just make sure

you don't step over Harry
to get there.

That's not what this is.

I hope not.

May I ask
where we're going?

In circles.

Should be a familiar
journey for you.

Harry Bosch,
Detective 3.

Nearly 10,000
sworn officers

in the Los Angeles
Police Department.

Tell me why I spend
so much of my time

dealing with the shit
you stir up?

I just try
to keep my head down,

do my job, Chief.

Not even remotely true.

Which, of course,

is the quality
that recommends you

and indicts you,
depending.

Those qualities
weren't a problem

when you needed my help.

I'd like not to hear
the name Bosch

in my morning
briefing anymore.

How can we
make that happen?

You could always fire me.

Short of that.

Sir, I have no control

over what people
do or say about me.

If you're expecting me
to cut you slack

for your current
misadventures,
you're mistaken.

I do not expect anything.

Oh, I think you do.

And I think
if you're not careful,

it will eat you alive.

Thanks for the ride.

Any time.

See you after practice.

What did you do
with the ticket
I gave you, Harry?

Didn't it get tossed?

I got a reminder notice
in the mail yesterday.

- Ah, shit.
- They're going to drop
an arrest warrant on me.

I tried. I'm sorry.

It's all these new
rules and regulations.

Okay, but, y--

In the old days,

I could have just reached
out to the motor cop,

have him bang in sick
on the day of court.

- Okay, but, I mean--
- You know, they've
clipped our nuts, Phil.

So now you're the one
that's got to pay the ticket.

It's criminal.
Have a better one.

Ms. Marta?

That's me.

Santiago Robertson,
LAPD.

Your name bumped up in a case
we're investigating.

I'd like to ask you
a couple of questions.

- Now?
- Yes.

- Can you give me a minute?
- Sure.

Bosch. Hi.
Amy Snyder.

This, uh,
128 complaint--

I want a rep.

Fine. Who?

Sergeant Mankiewicz.

Great. Great.

Okay. Well,
you two let me know

when and where
by tomorrow.

Or I'll make
an insubordination
notification

to your captain,

and we'll go
from there.

She wants a lawyer.

She doesn't need one.

Tell him you want a lawyer.

Tafero, right?

Rudy?

I recognize
the ex-cop sack.

She wants a lawyer,
detective.

I'm just trying to clarify.

A month ago, you bailed
a man named Edward Gunn

- out of Rampart Jail.
- I didn't know him.

I just brought cash
to the bondsman.

A favor for a friend.

Marissa, say
the magic words.

And anyway, it's one of your
cops who killed him.

What's
the friend's name?

I want a lawyer.

See?

Bosch went Dirty Harry

on a freak
he couldn't convict.

Now it's come out,
and he's a walking IVD.

I suggest you duck
and cover, amigo.

The shit storm
is just starting.

Maybe I should be
talking to you

about Edward Gunn, Rudy.

I'd want a lawyer.

Sure.

Pardon the interruptus.

I trust you got
another little blue pill.

Out of stock? Fuck.

Ships after Christmas.

It's not even December.
That's bullshit.

Hey, hey, language, Mister.

Don't mess with me. I'm in
the middle of a bid, Harry.

You should have shopped
Black Friday.

Isn't that when all
the best deals are done?

That's what I keep
telling him.

So listen, your request
for surveillance

on the suspects
in the Meadows caper--

I can't do it. Sorry.

Three homicides down.

One of them's
a 16-year-old kid.

You don't even know for sure
if they got their shipment yet.

We don't want
to lose these guys.

If you and Bosch
can find time

in your eight-hour day
to sit and watch them,

then knock yourselves out.

But I can't justify

the extra manpower
and overtime

until you get something
more concrete.

Same as it ever was.

Cut her some slack, Harry.

Damn!

Composite went out
wider than we hoped.

Now we're spending
half our time

vetting calls
from patrol cops

convinced they found our guy.

Though it was a gamble
in a serial case.

And the DNA?

We've asked DOJ

for an expedited
familial database run.

We'll see if we can
find a relative,

work that way.

They giving you
the usual runaround?

Let me make a call.

This is so fucked up.

If he goes
to ground again,

we'll be waiting
for the next kill
to catch him.

Try not to lose focus.
Do what you can.

Also thought that we
get K-town Motors,

start jamming
everybody on a bike.

But West Traffic's
giving us static.

It's a good idea.

I can clear that up
for you two.

Chief Irving.

Great minds think
alike, I guess.

How's that?

Thought I'd drop in,

go through
the investigation,

see what I can recommend.

You beat me to it.

No. No, I was just trying
to see how I could help.

All right. Thanks, Chief.

Nestor, I, uh,

I heard the rumor you've
been fast tracked for chief.

Congratulations.

I appreciate that, Irv.

Big shoes to fill.

Yeah. Well, I got to tell you.

I don't agree with everyone
saying you're too young.

This is Pierce.

Ah, awesome.

I've been waiting
on that print. Go.

Hold on.

You sure
about that first name?

**

Take me to Cabo.

Convénzame.

Yo. Get a room, puta.

What?

You one of those pussy-ass
18th Street vatos?

Longo gang,
or don't bang, ese.

Ooh.

He'll live.

He's right.

Let's take this
horizontal, girl.

You will never
in a million years

guess who's been giving
the high hard one

to Holland's assistant.

Tafero?

Yeah. How'd you--

But which one?

Wait a minute.

You mean there's
more than one?

- Bosch.
- Harry,

we got a match on the new
print from the door at Gunn's.

Tell it.

Jesse Tafero.

Shit. Younger brother.

- Do you know him?
- No.

Only that Rudy had one.

Me and Pierce
are dropping the hammer

on Jesse tomorrow.

Shake him,
see what falls out.

You want in?

You want me in?

Yeah.

It seems you have special
insight on this one.

I got a court thing
early in the morning.

No problem. It'll give us
time to track him down.

Guess you can cross me
off your suspect list.

Yeah. You'd think.

That thing with those
tabloid idiots went online,

and Becca thought
it would be crazy awesome

to make a gif of me
flipping them off.

Now it's all over the school.

Is that good or bad?

Uhh.

Oh. You're talking
to me again.

When was I not
talking to you?

Becca's dad got in my
grid square this morning.

Yeah, I heard.

You didn't really try
to fix his ticket, did you?

I did not.

I didn't think you did.

Why is that?

You're kind of hard core
about the rules.

For other people.

Am I going to create flak
for you and Becca's crew?

I'm so over them right now.

So maybe
it's a good reason

not to join
the travel team.

Becca didn't get asked
to join the travel team.

Everything
all right with you?

Yeah.

You going out tonight?

No.

Why not?

Things change.

You're like a turtle.

Your shell's
where you're safe,

but nobody gets
under there with you.

Not really.

Not even me.

Is that
what it feels like?

Sometimes.

Got to have ice cream
on it, right?

Shit. Shoot. Sorry.

Relax.
I'll get you a new setup.