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Previously on Bosch Legacy...

Rogers had some
really unsavory actors in the mix.

Unsavory in what way?

In the Bratva way.

Our Stoli friend wants to meet.

Can you buy us some time?

They sound impatient, Carl.

- "They"?
- The old man sent love.

Rogers just got on the phone
with a dude named Simon.

They're setting up a meeting.

Simon Wakefield is his financial guy.

Yeah, well,
they ain't dealing with no bank.

This sounded urgent
and Rogers sounded concerned.

- Mr. Datz, you're under arrest.
- Fuck!

What can I do for you, Mr. Vance?

I was hoping you could bring
an old man some peace

and redemption.

There's billions at stake here...

and people will do anything to stop you.

Why the fuck we hire
a private investigator?

The man's 88 years old, for Christ's sake.

As soon as the old man croaks,

long lost children of Whitney Vance
will crawl out of the woodwork.

Meantime...

my people are on Bosch.

What's this about?

St. Helens.

I was there for 50 years.

There were hundreds of babies.

I think you'd remember the name.

Vibiana.

She got time with that baby.

No one else ever got with theirs.

You remember his name?

Vibi called him Dominick.

DOMINICK - MALE - SINGLE
OXNARD, CALIFORNIA

"Dominick Santanello."

LEGACY

He has no reason to talk to us.

I suppose not, but still have to try.

Check it off the list.
Just back my play, okay?

You got lt.

By the way, nice job on Herstadt.

Thank you.

The DNA transfer.

Very smart.

I thought so.

Guess there was a chance
he was innocent after all.

- Is that an apology?
- For what?

Fuck you, Bosch.

You're welcome.

FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION NEXT EXIT

The Dynamic fucking Duo.

Lady lawyer and her bloodhound.

What'd I do to deserve this?

Willy Datz, it's your lucky day.

Aren't you curious?

Fuck it.

Beats sitting in my cell.

Okay, so talk.

We know Rogers got to you.

You don't know shit.

Recognize him?

Can't say that I do.

A client of mine. Raúl Arraya.

Means nothing to me.

He's a shot caller. Eme.

Can tell that from the tattoos.

Fancy lady lawyer like you
representing a piece a shit like that?

Shame on you.

Mr. Arraya is currently
incarcerated here at Terminal Island.

D-block, same as you.

What a coincidence.

One of these days,
his boys are bound to pay you a visit.

Why would they do that?

Raúl owes me a favor.

You can't do that.

- You can't just...
- Oh, I wouldn't.

But, um...

Raúl has a mind of his own.

You're a fucking attorney,
for Christ's sake.

It's against the law.

So is murder for hire.

Now I could put in a word.

Intercede. Or not.

Up to you.

Who was it?

Who reached out to you?

I tell you, hand to God,
you swear to keep it between us.

"Hand to God."

I trust you?

You got no other choice.

Fuck me.

One day I get a visitor.

An attorney.

Never seen him before.

He says, "Change your story,

let Rogers off the hook,

and we'll take care of your family."

I say, "What if I don't?"

He says, "Like I said.

We'll take care of your family."

Who did he represent?

Russians. Serious assholes.

Bratva?

No, the fucking Bolshoi Ballet.
Yes, Bratva.

Names?

Only one. Alex Ivanovich.

They say why?

Why they wanted Rogers to skate?

They didn't say, and I didn't ask.

I just said "Da."

I never would've have pegged you

as a lawyer for the Mexican Mafia.

Everyone needs representation.

- Pro bono?
- Hardly.

Arraya's doing life without parole.

How could he owe you one?

You get him spared the needle?

I wasn't part of his
criminal defense team.

I represented him
in a subsequent civil rights case.

Ah, there's the Honey Chandler I know.

Civil rights for scumbags
with deep pockets.

Yeah, Raúl has Type One diabetes,

which was left untreated
by the prison authorities at Victorville.

He went into a coma and almost died.

Eighth Amendment violation.

Oh, so you have read the Constitution.

Bet your ass. Cover to cover.

The Feds opted to settle
rather than take it to trial.

I got Raúl transferred to a lower
security facility with better healthcare.

Terminal Island.

Which gave me the idea,
how to leverage Datz.

Oh, by the way. "Hand to God"?

I'm a card-carrying atheist.

By the way, that bluff, it's world class.

What makes you think I was bluffing?

- Hey, Bosch.
- Perez.

Just starting your shift?

Yeah, obviously. Done for the day?

Obviously. And I got a day off tomorrow.

Nice. You have any plans?

Nah, I'm free. You wanna have lunch?

I'm... I'm not...
I wasn't asking you

- Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were...
- ...on a date or anything.

I was just making small talk.

My bad.

- I gotta go, my T.O. ...
- Sure, sure.

Listen. We're grabbing a drink
some night this week.

Boots only. Casual. No big thing. You in?

We'll see.

Okay. Later.

Excuse me. How'd it go?

Better than expected.

- Datz fessed up?
- He did.

That surprises me.

Well, he had a change of heart.

Hmm. What prompted that?

- I persuaded him.
- How?

Hm. Painted the big picture.

You know, laid out
the pros and cons so to speak.

You didn't answer my question.

I informed him
that one of his fellow inmates

is an old client of mine.

And this old client of yours?

Raúl Arraya.

You threatened him.

I did not.

I pointed out that sooner or later,
their paths were bound to cross.

And as someone who has done me
great bodily harm in the past,

it might behoove him to avail himself
of my intercession,

vis a vis Raúl.

Sounds like a threat to me.

Martin, I offered him a choice.

I could intervene on his behalf,

in exchange for some useful,
if off the record, information.

Or not,

and he could roll the dice
and take his chances.

I think he made the right choice.

It's a fine line you're walking.

I think I'm on the right side of it.

And Arraya? Will he let Datz be?

Probably.

He likes me, and he does owe me.

On the other hand,

you never know with sociopaths.

Joke, Martin.

It was a joke.

I worry about you.

"Dominick Santanello".

Dominick with a "C-K"

Oh, adding a 'k'. Uh, date of birth?

January 31st, 1953.

CA DMV RECORDS SEARCH

All right, California Driver's License
issued Jan 31, 1969.

SANTANELLO, DOMINICK

His 16th birthday.

When did he last renew it?

Mm, looks like never.

What do you mean, "never"?

He never renewed it.

Maybe he moved out of the state.

GOOGLE
DOMINICK SANTANELLO

Mm, handful of guys with that spelling.
None the right age.

Wait a minute, is that all you did?

You just switch to another search engine?

Yeah, it's called Google.

Remind me why I need your services.

Well, maybe he quit driving.

Maybe he died young.
Never had a chance to renew his license.

Damn, that's morbid.
Why you gotta go there?

Educated guess.

Like a car accident? Teenage driver?

Teenage soldier.

He's sixteen in 1969.

Couple years later,
Vietnam's still on fire.

He's old enough to enlist,
eligible for the draft.

And gets sent to 'Nam.

Pull up Vietnam War Memorial,
Wall of Faces, Dominick Santanello.

THE WALL OF FACES -
VIETNAM VETERANS MEMORIAL FUND

THE WALL OF FACES
DOMINICK SANTANELLO

There's our boy. Dominick with a "c-k."

"Dominick Santanello.
Navy Corpsman. Medic.

THE WALL OF FACES
DOMINICK SANTANELLO

KIA, Tay Ninh Province,
December 9th, 1972."

A month and change shy
of his twentieth birthday.

Um, K-I-A?

Killed in action.

Oh.

So why are you looking for
this guy anyway? Who is he?

Just another teenage soldier

who never made it home.

THE WALL OF FACES

DOMINICK SANTANELLO

DEAR DOMINICK SANTANELLO,
YOUR SERVICE WILL BE REMEMBERED

BEYOND YOUR DAYS.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR BRAVERY.

DON'T FEEL SO BAD, BILL.
WE ALL KNEW NICK

AND HOW HEADSTRONG HE WAS
AND HOW HE WANTED ADVENTURE.

IT'S BEEN ALMOST 45 YEARS SINCE
YOU'VE LEFT US. LOVE YOU, OLIVIA.

MISS YOU EVERYDAY AND CELEBRATE
YOU TODAY. LOVE, OLIVIA

OLIVIA, I HAVE INFORMATION ABOUT NICK.
CALL ME. 323-244-5631 HARRY

NICK, WE MISS YOU AND THINK
ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY.

ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS. LOVE, OLIVIA.

Message in a bottle.

This is so good.

I know, right? So fatty, so fried,
so good.

That was such a good idea.

TREJO'S COFFEE AND DONUTS

What'd you call that shade of pink?

I dunno. Fuchsia?

Bubblegum.

Bubblegum's pinker.

Pepto Bismol.

You like his movies?

I've never seen one.

- Girl, you kidding me?
- I don't think so.

Machete. Desperado. Dusk Till Dawn?

- Nope.
- You should check 'em out.

You went to college, right?

- Chapman.
- Where's that?

- Orange County.
- Mm.

- You?
- Cal State Northridge.

Is that in Northridge?

Funny.

So, why a cop?

Is this a test?

Like, who's real police?

First, donuts and then the third degree?

You don't seem like a typical cop is all.

Well, what's a typical cop seem like?

More like me. No offense.

No, I get it.

I know your dad was a cop.

My dad and my mom.

- Your mom was a cop, too?
- FBI agent.

Whoa. Holy shit. That's like serious DNA.

Runs in the family.

I guess.

You wanted to be one of the good guys.
Like mom and dad?

- That's corny, right?
- Totally corny.

I respect that.

Why'd you become a cop?

The overtime.

Law enforcement.
Gateway to the middle-class.

I can't tell if you're kidding.

Hollywood units and 6 Adam 79,

attack just occurred at
929 North Oxford Avenue.

No suspect description.

6 A 79 handle Code 3.
Incident Number 11- 34.

6 Adam 79, roger.

Responding Code 3 from
Santa Monica and Highland.

This is why...

VANCE MANSION

- Mr. Bosch?
- I'm here.

Standby for Mr. Vance.

Mr. Bosch?

Mr. Vance, I have some
information for you.

Not on the phone.
Someone may be listening.

Do you know where Valhalla is?

Burbank.

I will meet you there in one hour.

Don't be late.

I went out early to run some errands.

I got home, he was
in the bedroom waiting for me.

He had a knife.

He told me not to... to scream.

It's okay. Just... take your time.

I told him had my period.

He knew I was lying.

What'd he look like?

Can you describe him?

He was wearing a mask.

Black, White, Asian, Latino?
Could you tell us?

White. I could see his hands.

What about the mask?

It was one of those
Mexican wrestling masks.

Covered his whole head and face.

- Color?
- Red.

Red and black, maybe.

Was he tall, short?

Average.

What about weight? Heavy? Thin?

Sorry, uh, average?

Anything else that you can recall?

Any little detail could be helpful.

His breath was terrible,

and he smelled of cigarettes.

So where you going you need a clean ride?

Confidential. You really trust that gizmo?

Man, this shit's state of the art,

top of the line. Worth every penny.

This bad boy'll pick up digital
and analog transmissions.

I'm used to losing a tail
the old-fashioned way.

Bootleg turns and reverse 180s.

Old school.

Grad school. You almost done?

Car's clean.

Hey, uh, Rogers is on the move.

Let me know he heads
downtown to Wall Street.

- Later.

Later.

- Where the hell is the detective?
- Westside traffic.

Finish your canvass?

Only one person home at the time.

Um, an older lady on the second floor,

and she didn't see or hear anything.

I'm gonna stay with the vic
till the detective arrives.

'Case she remembers something else.

You look for a point of entry,

secure any evidence till the crims arrive.

PORTAL OF THE FOLDED WINDS

Mr. Vance.

Peaceful, isn't it?

My father's buried here, Mr. Bosch.

I'll be buried here, too. Soon, very soon.

See that plaque?

That's in honor of my father.

NELSON VANCE
VISIONARY AIR PIONEER

EARLIEST ADVOCATE OF U.S. AIR POWER

Sings his praises. A visionary. Pioneer.

He made more money than
he could spend in ten lifetimes.

None of that matters in the end.

You end up in the ground
like everybody else.

- You don't believe that.
- Don't I?

Legacy matters.

How you live your life,
what you leave behind.

Why you hired me. Find your heir.

Do you have something to tell me,
Mr. Bosch?

You had a son.

He has his mother's eyes.

THE WALL OF FACES
DOMINICK SANTANELLO

His name was Dominick Santanello.

Speaking in the past tense.

He was a medic. Died in Vietnam.

Just short of his 20th birthday.
December 9th, 1972.

So much for my legacy.

What else you know about him?

He was stationed in Da Nang.

He was killed in action
in Tay Ninh Province.

And?

I'm sorry. That's all I know.

You found my son. I thank you for that.

I wonder.

If I had stood up to
my father all those years ago.

The path not taken.

Tell me, Mr. Bosch,
were you close to your father?

I never knew my father.

So that's what you meant.

Sorry?

When you said you knew what it felt like.

Right.

Thank you, Mr. Bosch, for your effort.

You're welcome.

I'd like to know more about him.

Sir?

Whatever you can find out about my son.

Humor me.

THE WALL OF FACES
DOMINICK SANTANELLO

Point of entry's clear.

Cut the screen,
came in through the window.

Yup.

- Victim said he had a knife.
- No knife was recovered.

You searched the perimeter thoroughly?

I did, yes.

There's also a used tissue
in the wastebasket in the bedroom.

The victim needs to be taken to Santa
Monica Hospital for her SART exam.

I'll bring her out.

- Stay in my lane?
- Exactly.

- What you got?
- Rogers is headed downtown.

Okay, keep in touch.

- Yeah.
- You see him?

I see his car. Not him.

SOKOL INC 302

I have your money.
Your original investment. Every penny.

You assured us double our money.

That was before the unfortunate events
of the last year.

Your problem, not ours.

We invest with you ten million.

It's gonna take us a little time
to get another ten together.

Another thirty.

I don't understand.

Is now forty. Original ten, plus.

- Interest.
- This wasn't a loan.

This was a buy- in.

Ten. Plus interest. Is forty.

Call it what you want.

You have diverse portfolio.

All different kinds of irons in fire.

You have to understand.

My businesses all took a hit
when I was inside.

We won't fucking haggle with you.
Understand?

Clock is ticking.

Tick fucking tock.

Alex, be reasonable.

I don't have that kind of cash on hand.

I'm sorry to hear that, Carl.

Wake up.

Let's go for a walk.

I'm gonna to need a little time.

That's what they all say.

- Who say?
- Deadbeats.

Ah, true. That is what they say.

- To ramp up production...
- You have one week to get started.

I need more time.

I don't know what else to tell you.

You tell us "Can do."

You ramp up production.
You tap another line.

You see, it's not that simple.

If we ramp up production too fast,
we blow the whole operation.

We've been able to fly under the radar
because we haven't been greedy.

If we start tapping new lines now,
peopled are bound to notice.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Fuck that.

- It is problem you cannot handle?
- No, no.

We'll figure it out.

Carl, I really have to urge caution here.
This is not a good idea.

Shut up, Simon. Shut. Up.

We'll get you your money.

SECURITY

You have an uninvited guest.

Where is he now?

Outside your door.

Go downstairs. Secure the exits.

Don't let him get away.

Understood.

Hey!

Get up!

He's on the roof!

He's on the stairs!

This way! Come on!

- Who is it?
- It's me.

Hey, honey. It's open, come on in.

Oh, shit, I'm sorry, let me help you.

I got it.

Oh.

Fantastic. I've been meaning
to get up to the house.

I couldn't get all of them,
but I got your faves.

Frank Morgan, Art Pepper, Ron Carter...

Honey, you're the best, thank you so much.

Now if only I had something
to play them on.

Stereo's in the car.

Aw, I was hoping you'd say that.

- Day off?
- No, I'm on my way into work.

I like what
you've done with the place.

Thanks.

- I was being sarcastic.
- So was I.

When you gonna get
a good pull-out sofa bed?

Not gonna be here that long.

It's bad for your back.

Where's Coltrane?

He's out with Sam.

Is that why you left
all the doors unlocked?

- As a matter of fact.
- What, does she not have a key?

She does, Officer Friendly.

Sorry.
Sorry, I just... worry about you.

Welcome to my world. I worry about you.

Out on the mean streets of East Hollywood.

They can be. What are you working on?

Nothing dangerous. Paper trail.

So how's it going?

It's going well.

I'll tell you about it over dinner.
You free Friday?

Pretty much always.

My schedule is a tabula rasa.
That means...

Uh, I know what it means.
It's actually tab-ula rasa.

Oh, right.

- So are we on?
- Friday dinner.

Well, I'd like to stay around
and say hi to Coltrane,

but I gotta get going.

They're gonna be back in a minute.
Let's just go get the stereo.

Okay.

She really is so good with him.

Who, Sam? She's a gem.

Coltrane? Loves her.

Jealous.

Well, you come around more often.
He won't forget you.

Yeah, never happen.

These are the guys chased you
through the garment district?

Tried to turn me into a piñata.

Alexei and Lev Ivanovich.
They're actual brothers.

- Bratva?
- Bratva royalty.

Boys are gangster princelings.
Papa's legendary.

A big macher.

Tell me about Junior.

Did a few years in the gulag for murder.

Story goes he actually buried alive

some other kriminal
who owed the old man money.

- True story?
- Could be apocryphal. Or not.

Certainly capable of it, by all accounts.

Lev is the muscle,
he does the heavy lifting.

Tell me about Alexei.

The brains,
but brutal when he needs to be.

- Dad must be proud.
- Mm.

- I keep these?
- Yeah, all yours

Appreciate the heads up.

We didn't even know they
were back in the country.

Been living it up in London.

They're up to something.

Do me a favor, keep an eye on em for me.

Out of our jurisdiction.

But unofficially, sure.

Thanks, Misha.

Don't fuck around with these guys, Harry.
Not to be trifled with.

Neither am I.

I'll be in touch, brother.

Where'd you get these?

Sheriff's detective, West Hollywood.

Russian unit. Old buddy of mine.

West Hollywood?

Mostly medical fraud.
He's a native speaker.

He confirmed that these two guys
are high level Bratva.

And Rogers owes these guys a lot of money.

A ton, from what I heard.

Franzen said Rogers
was cooking up a scheme

that had a very steep buy-in.

With some quote unquote
"unsavory characters."

- Bratva.
- These two fit the bill.

All right, guys who might just
want their investment back.

Reason enough to persuade
Willy Datz to change his testimony

to get Rogers kicked free.

- Out of the frying pan...
- Mm-hmm.

Did you find anything in that
directory I sent you?

They're fronts.

P.O. boxes with voicemail,
not actual businesses.

Shit.

Sokol.

When Rogers was locked up,

he made multiple calls
to a particular number.

We traced it back to a burner cell phone

purchased at a gas station in Bakersfield.

Sokol Gas & Go.

What would Rogers have to do with
a Gas & Go in Bakersfield?

LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT
HOLLYWOOD STATION 1358

You think she's going to be okay?

- Who?
- Preeda Saetang.

- The Thai woman.
- The rape victim.

Depends on what you mean by "okay."

Well, what do you mean?

She may recover, God willing,
but she'll never be the same.

I wonder if the guy who did it,
if he's done it before.

Probably. Most likely.

I'm sure the detectives are all over that.

You think he's gonna do it again?

I don't know. Look, let it go.

We did our job,
now it's somebody else's job.

I just...
I keep thinking about it.

So stop. It's not your problem anymore.

I, um, gave her my number.

Fuck. What did you do that for?

In case she needed somebody to talk to.

She has somebody to talk to.
Detective Coleman.

- I'm sorry. I just thought...
- Jesus Christ, Bosch. Look.

If she calls, do not engage.

Tell her she needs to call
Detective Coleman.

That you can't talk to her.
Because you can't.

You could screw up
the whole investigation.

Let it go. Hear me?

Ain't this the life, boy?

I'm gonna go get another beer.

You're a good boy.

Hello?

You left me a message.

Oh, right.

Could you hold on one second please?

Olivia MacDonald?

You wanted to talk to me?

I'm a private investigator.

I was wondering if you'd be willing to
speak with me in person.

- What is this about?
- Dominick Santanello.

What about Nick?

- You were a friend of his?
- Family.

So Nick knew he was adopted, right?

Yes.

Did he know anything about
his background, his birth parents?

Nick knew his birth mother's name.

- Vibiana.
- Vibiana.

Which is more than I knew about mine.

I'd like to learn more about Nick.

Would you be willing to meet with me?

Um, when do you want to meet?

Tell me where you are.

I'm not here. Leave a message.

- Hey, it's me.

I'm going out of town for work.
Back tomorrow.

Love you. Bye.

101 NORTH

We've got eyes on the target.
He's on the move heading north.