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I hope you don't think
this tragic incident

has anything to do with us.

Did you know him?

- Mr. Allen?
- Yeah.

Long-time regular.

Always comped his room.

What'd he play?

Blackjack, poker.

Any good?

Bit of a rabbit.

Played loose.
Schoolboy draws.

Tell it so I
can understand it.

He wasn't as good
as he thought he was.

Ever get him in trouble?
He owe anybody?

Not as far as I know.

One thing I've learned
in this business, detective:

you never really know
what's in a guy's pocket.

You ever see him
with anyone

around the hotel,
at the tables?

Pal? Girl?

Played solo.

Far as I know, he always
checked in solo, too.

I need to see the room.

Since we didn't hear
from LAPD until Tuesday,

there was no question
of preserving the scene.

The room was rented last
Saturday,

right after Mr. Allen
checked out,

and of course
cleaned every day.

I'm still gonna need
to see the room.

Well, the current occupant
checks out tomorrow.

Occupant?
When the LAPD called,

they specifically asked
that the room be left empty

until we had a chance
to check it out.

What can I say?
Somebody made a mistake.

Yeah they did.
Call the room.

It's after midnight.

Maybe the occupant's
in the casino.

Well, like Mr. Allen,

this guest is one of
our treasured regulars.

Unless you have a warrant--

I'll be back tomorrow.

I'm also gonna need to talk
to the dealers, too,

anyone else who had contact
with Allen last week.

I'll make 'em
available to you.

Hey, you want a room?
I'm happy to comp you.

LAPD is picking up the tab.

This would be an upgrade,
trust me.

I'm also gonna need
to take a look

at the eye in the sky
footage from last week.

Sorry.

You gonna make me get
a warrant for that, too?

If it were up to me--

I know.
You don't make the rules.

I just make sure
they're followed.

Check it out.

Look at that.

I might have
to get me one of those.

Yeah, well, now you can
afford one of these.

What's this?

What do you mean,
what's this?

It's for
the other night.

It's your little piece
of the Tito frito pie.

Whooee. Ha ha ha ha.

That's right.
That's three large, baby.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm serious.
You earned it.

You--

You scared the shit out
of that little freak Tito.

Glad to see that you
still got it.

Takes me back, watching you
work that kid over like that.

Shit, man. I mean,
y'all got anything
else in the works?

What do you mean, y'all'?

Oh, I mean, I don't know.
I just assumed--

You just assumed that what?

Nothing, man. It's
just a figure of speech.

That--
That shit right there.

That drone is sweet,
bro.

Yeah. That thing's
top of the line.

25 minutes of flying time
on a single charge,

real-time video.

Oh, yeah. I definitely
got to get me one of those.

Maybe you can get one
for your pops, too,

for his birthday, so he
can keep an eye on you.

Yeah, man.

Maybe I'll get him one
with a joystick, too,

so he can shove
it up his ass.

Those pristine prints
on Allen's leather jacket?

No matches. Not local,
not national. Nada.

Mm-hmm. Figures.
Anything else?

S.I.D. found trace
evidence of old blood

in the trunk of his Bentley.

And it's not Allen's.

It could be anybody's.

The guy who
details his car.

Is there DNA?

They're
trying to Minifiler it,

but it's pretty degraded.

Okay.
What about the estate?

Is there
a life insurance policy?

Is wifey
in for a windfall?

One 20-year-old term policy.
250K.

What's the house worth?

Ran the comps.
Last sale in that neighb,

similar square footage
and view, 4.2.

That's nice.

Allen had a jumbo first
and a home equity loan.

Say Veronica sells
for 4.4.

With commissions
and capital gains,

she'll be lucky
to clear 200K.

I wonder why he was using
his house as an ATM.

Let's keep an eye on probate,
see how the estate settles.

The thing is this guy
was a money launderer.

Who knows what he's got
squirreled away and where?

The widow, maybe?

Yeah. Maybe she does.

Marsha Macken.
Leave a message.

Macken, Billets.

I feel like some Cajun fries.

And don't fucking tell me
you're cutting out carbs.

Yeah, Arceneaux
stayed in the car.

So you're on tape
making the pickup.

- Yep.
- Any idea how far this goes?

- Who else might be involved?
- Nope.

He talks about it
getting bigger from here,

but I'm not even
sniffin' it.

Four months, it's all
penny-ante bullshit,

just rolling dealers
and stealing doughnuts.

You need to be patient.

We chose you
because Arceneaux owes you.

You had the opportunity
to hang him out to dry

back at the Academy,
and you didn't.

I was just as guilty
as he was.

Which is why
he trusts you now.

He doesn't trust me yet.

Oh, but he wants to.

It's whoever else
is involved

that's keeping you
at arm's length.

Well,

I don't know if they're
gonna let me get any closer.

Look, IAD believes--
and so do I--

that your greatest deficit
in this operation

is also your greatest asset.

That I'm your son.

You prove yourself,
and they will ask you in

because you're my son.

What you have access to
through me is valuable.

They'll want it.

Mm-hmm.

You know I have to
talk shit about you.

Oh, yeah, I mean
run you down 24/7.

Don't tell me
you don't enjoy that.

Hey,
maybe a little bit.

Son, you have to make them
believe we're estranged.

That's
what will get you in--

well, that and your
reputation as a cowboy.

Oh, which is
way overblown.

- I hope so.
- Mm-hmm.

Sometimes fear
is a good thing, George.

Wouldn't hurt you to have
a little more of it.

Wouldn't hurt you
to have more of what?

- Humility.
- Oh, well,

you've never lacked
for self-confidence.

- Ha ha ha!
- Yeah, well, you know,

I take after you,
Mama.

- Me?
- Uh-huh.

What about your father?

There's a difference
between confident and cocky.

- Oh.
- Okay.

- There is?
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

You know, I appreciate
you checking in, Detective.

We're not always
extended the courtesy.

There's a few things
I'm gonna need, Captain.

Absolutely.

- Iverson, to my office.
- Right, Captain.

I'll liaise you with one
of my homicide detectives.

Hey, want to see a show
while you're in town?

We can get you tickets.

Jersey Boys?
Celine Dion?

The Cirque du Soleil
sex show? It's hot.

The missus and I,
we've seen it twice.

No, thanks.

Yeah, Captain?

John Iverson, Harry Bosch.
LAPD homicide.

Call me Ivy.

Detective Bosch
is working a case.

The victim was here
all last week.

Checked out of
the Mirage Saturday,

and was murdered
Saturday night.

- In L.A..
- Looks that way.

So you're retracing his steps.

Something like that.

He did a lot
of business in Vegas.

Spent a fair amount of time
here over the years.

I'd like you
to help Bosch out.

I've put all our resources
at his disposal.

My plate's heaped to
overflowing, Captain.

Henrik's on the rubber gun
squad. He's available.

I'm sure
you can find the time.

I was just heading
outside to grab a smoke.

Thank you, Captain.

Whatever we can do.

Don't hesitate to ask.

Don't smoke.

Oh, good for you.

Ah, fuck it.

We lifted some good prints
off Allen's leather jacket

but didn't get a hit.

You still have to get printed
in Nevada for a casino job?

Any kind of club or casino.

We'll run 'em.

We got a lot of solid citizens
the Feds don't.

I also need a warrant.

You want me
to write up a warrant?

I'll write it up.

You just have to
attach your brag sheet,

- get it to a friendly judge.
- What's it for?

Security footage
at the Mirage.

Okay. Anything else?

There's a Mexican joint
I want to check out.

Let me buy you lunch.

Now you're talking.

Cut. Print that.

Let's reset.
We'll move in closer.

Mr. Markoff, the police
want a word with you.

Police? Where?

All the way to the top.
Back to work, guys.

Detective Edgar.

- Larry Markoff?
- Yeah.

You direct this?

I know it was lousy.

I wouldn't call it a crime.

You're here about Tony?

We're investigating
his murder.

Yeah, it's terrible.

Look, I haven't seen him
in 20 years,

not since we did that flick.

But talk to me
about Veronica Allen.

- Ronnie?
- Yeah.

Manipulative, toxic bitch.

But a charmer.

Melted butter wouldn't
melt in her mouth.

For instance?

There was another actress
on the set. Sweet kid.

Ronnie made a big show of
taking Shannon under her wing.

And then things
started going missing--

little things, girly things,

like lipstick, perfume,
costume jewelry.

One day Ronnie said
she needed her hair clip.

So Shannon said,
"I have one in my trailer,"

so they sent a P.A.
to get it.

And guess
what the P.A. finds.

The missing stuff.

You've seen this picture.

Eh, and Tony fired her.

Couldn't prove it.

I know
Ronnie set her up.

Why would she do that?

Ronnie was crazy jealous.

She had to be
the center of attention.

I tried to tell Tony
she was bad news.

Schmuck wouldn't listen.

He was totally besotted,
head over fucking heels.

She feel the same about him?

Hah.
He got her out of porn.

He bought her a house,
a Porsche,

put a ring on her finger.

He was her
fucking meal ticket.

That's how she
felt about him.

- Maybe she loved him.
- Hah.

- Ronnie?
- Yeah.

No, Ronnie never loved
nobody but Ronnie.

Lets go,
back to work.

Today's special,
tilapia Veracruz.

Something to drink?

- Dos Equis.
- Just water, please.

And a double order of guac
and chips, por favor.

Excuse me, Miss.

You recognize this man?
He ever been in here before?

Sorry. I don't.

You should come
back at dinner,

ask the other girls.

Thank you.

Ring a bell for you?

This your vic?

He looks like
a lot of these guys.

Not local.

These guys?

Wise guys.
Wannabe wise guys.

Yeah, tell me about
the mob here.

These days?
They're Russian.

Scary. Yeah.

Super bugs.
That's what I call 'em.

Super bugs?

You can't kill 'em.
They keep evolving.

World class hackers,

always working new ways
to wire the slots,

the roulettes, hack the cash.

The casinos are
shitting themselves

trying to fend them off.

They still into
the old-school stuff?

Oh sure. Loan-sharking,
drugs, girls.

Gotta keep the losers
lubricated

to keep them coming back,
right?

You ever hear of a strip
club called Dolly's?

Dolly's.
More than a lap dance.

Drugs, girls,
credit card mill.

Owner's a mobster
named Joey Marks--

Joe Markaryan.

Armenian?

Works for the Russians.

My victim's Armenian,
too.

Made porn, washed money.

He's got some kind
of connection to Dolly's--

maybe a girlfriend,
maybe more.

You think he was running a
fluff 'n fold for Joey Marks?

He was running one
for somebody.

Club's a cash cow.

Joey's got a string of 'em.

All that money's gotta go
somewhere to get clean.

- Ah.
- There you go.

Drinks are on the house.

Thank you.

Muchas gracias.

Used to be they'd comp you
the whole shebang.

Ain't like the old days.

Yeah, huh?

I want to talk
to this Joey Marks.

Hah.
Good luck with that.

Marks keeps a very low
profile these days.

Ain't been seen
in public in months.

Why's that?

The FBI

has a huge throbbing
hard-on for this guy.

They had an undercover agent
in Marks' crew.

Whoo. Disappeared.

Feebs think
Marks had him whacked

and buried out
in the desert.

Mm.

Lieutenant Billets.

Oh. Brasher.

It's good to see you.

You too, ma'am.

How're things?

Okay.

I mean, I'd rather be
back in Hollywood, but--

Well, it was a difficult
situation.

Yes, it was.

And all said and done, I think
you handled it pretty well.

Because I didn't throw your
pal Bosch under the bus?

Like I said, it was
a difficult situation.

- Grace.
- Hey.

Captain.

Old home week?
Catching up?

I haven't
seen Officer Brasher

since she transferred
to Pacific.

Seems to be
working out.

Couldn't be happier.

The lieutenant and I
were in patrol together.

Yeah, back when our
male partners

wouldn't let us drive
or touch the radio.

We were supposed
to stay out of the way,
keep our mouths shut,

- and do the paperwork.
- Mm-hmm.

In some ways, things
haven't changed that much.

No?

Look who you're talking to.

There were no
female lieutenants

or captains back then.
Exactly none.

And you're still a cop.

In the old days,
you'd be long gone.

You hungry?

- Starving.
- Let's do it.

I got a name off the tape.

The possible girlfriend?

Layla. Like the song.

What song?

You know,
Derek and the Dominos?

Never mind.
Here's the other thing.

Pretty sure I picked up
a tail somewhere.

- Pretty sure?
- They're good.

And I'm paranoid.

Who?

The Feds, I don't know.

Check your car for bugs?

Right.

These days, they don't need
a tail to track you.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.

Gotta go.

Later.
Tell Maddie I said hey.

Yep.

J. Edgar says hey.

What kind of camp
is this?

Science, technology,
engineering, math.

Wow, that's impressive.
Like, algebra?

You're not serious.

Algebra's not serious?

Robotics? App design?
Hello.

I thought you wanted
to be a cop.

In case you haven't noticed,

nowadays, law enforcement
is all about technology.

Okay, well, that's something
we could argue about,

but let's not.

What do you say, ice cream?

How about gelato?

Gelato. Yeah.

Gelato.

How's Lisa?

She's good.

She joined the Model UN
at school.

They're teaching her
how to argue.

- Seriously?
- Mm-hmm.

She's a teenager. She
need lessons in arguing?

I know.
It shouldn't be legal.

There oughta be a law.

There oughta be a law
against these fries.

- I know.
- Don't let me eat them all.

Ehh.

You see Jake Buller
made commander?

Bullshit Buller? How?

No mystery.

When Tenzer was Deputy
Chief of the Valley,

Buller's lips were
firmly glued to his ass.

Oh, my God.

Speaking
of Deputy Chiefs,

is it true Irving's
gonna endorse O'Shea?

That's the rumor.

And if O'Shea wins,

he makes Irving
Chief of Police?

Wouldn't be
a bad deal for you.

Marsha, are you implying

that my lips are glued
to Irving's ass?

No, not glued.

Puckered, maybe?

Go fuck yourself.

Seriously, you're doing
a great job, Grace.

Time you moved up.

Taken the captain's exam?

Not yet.

Should I?

Irving would
put in a good word.

Meet him halfway.

Time you had two bars
on your collar.

That business with Kiz?

It was a lapse in judgment.

Well you're lucky
it didn't go sideways.

In the old days,
you'd be long gone.

So what's the difference?

First of all,
gelato has less fat,

so you can really
taste the flavor.

Fat's a flavor.

Daddy.

Secondly, the texture
is a whole lot creamier.

Creamier,
definitely.

So what's
going on at home?

I don't know.

Mom and Reggie
were arguing a lot,

and then all of a sudden
he goes to Hong Kong.

What were they are
arguing about?

Work. The casino.
Stuff.

He's coming back, Maddie.

I hope so.
He keeps Mom on track.

How so?

When he's around,
everything just works.

There's food in the fridge.
I get to camp on time.

Mom is
a whole lot calmer.

What's she like now?

Kind of just
all over the place.

And I know this is
a weird thing to say

because you and Mom were
married and everything.

But Reggie's a good guy.

And I wouldn't
want him to, you know,

leave us for good.

Of course you wouldn't.

I get it.

And it's okay.

I'm glad he's a good guy.

Okay?

Come on.

Lieutenant.

Under the shirts.

Pickup's every other week.

What's this?

We jacked a dealer.
3 G's.

My cut.

It's all in here.

New players?

Not yet.

Every time I ask him about
it, he gets a little hinky.

They're still
sniffing you out.

I'd be worried
if they weren't.

Yeah.

Don't push.
Let it come to you.

What if,
at the end of the day,

it's just Eddie Arceneaux?

You know, no crew.

He's the only one there is.

I've been doing this
a long time.

Trust me.

Arceneaux's just
the point of the spear.

Be patient.

Good evening.

Can I show you
to the Champagne Room?

Not big on champagne.

Preferred seating?
It's a better view.

I'll take the cheap seats.

That'll be $30
and a two-drink minimum.

Those are the cheap seats?

This way.

I'll send your waitress over.

Enjoy the show.

Thank you.

Mm. Hey, sweetie.

I'm Amber.
What can I get you?

Fat Tire, please.

Hey, is Layla
working tonight?

Layla?
You a friend of hers?

Friend of a friend.

Tell her Tony told me
to say hello.

I'll send her over.

You asked for me?

- Layla?
- Uh-huh.

Buy me a drink?

Sure.

But I'd rather
take care of you

than give my money
to the bar.

So go light, yeah?

Cosmo, please.

All you girls wear this?

Yeah, it's pussy dust.

Sorry. Say again?

It's pussy dust.

Pussy dust.

We get a private room,
I'll show you my pussy dust.

You like to party?

Who doesn't?

To happy endings.

I love happy endings.

Who doesn't?

So Tony tells me
you're a friend of his.

- Who?
- Tony Allen.

Oh. Goose.

Yeah, I know him.

Goose?

Because
that's all he drinks.

Vodka.
Grey Goose vodka.

You're not Layla.

Sure I am,
if that's what you want.

What difference
does it make?

Let's
just have some fun.

How about a lap dance,
darlin'?

I'm good.

How about the girl?
This Layla?

Yeah.

She working tonight?

She doesn't work here
anymore.

Quit?

Shit-canned, okay?

She Tony's girl?

She thinks she is.

Know where I can
find her?

Probably with Tony,
fucking his brains out.

Thanks for the drink.

I need to talk to her.

Keep your fucking hands
to yourself.

Hey, hands off the dancers,
asshole.

Lucky wants to have
a word with you.

- Who's Lucky?
- The manager.

Oh, yeah? I want
to talk to him, too.

This piss,
it's not Fat Tire.

People don't come here
for the beer, asshole.

Let's go.

Yeah.

You wanna touch,
you gotta pay.

Done nothing but
since I walked in here.

Oh. Ha ha. How much
you out, big spender?

Huh? 60, 70 bucks?

Is that what
this is about?

You want a refund?

Aah!

What the fuck
did you taze him for?

He's strapped, Lucky. See?

Fuck. He's a cop.

Christ. What are you doing,
you dumb shit?

Help him up.
Help him up.

Come on.

You stupid--
What's that?

Hieronymus Bosch.
That's a mouthful, huh?

Ha ha. Fuck.

Most out-of-town cops,
when they come in here,

they have the courtesy
and the good sense

to let us know
that they're here.

Easy peasy.
You had to make it hard.

I'm sorry you got tazed,
but it's on you, buddy.

Joey Marks know how you
treat the customers here?

Joey who?

He owns this shithole.

Glitter Toe Entertainment
owns this shithole,

and I happen to like it.
What do you want, Detective?

I'm looking for a dancer
named Layla,

- a friend of Tony Allen's.
- So?

So? He was murdered
in L.A. last Saturday night.

No shit.

Goose is cooked.

Heh heh.
Good old Goose, huh?

So you knew him.

Yeah. Oh. yeah, I knew him.

You're all busted up
about that.

Asshole poached my best girls
for his crummy pornos.

When was the last time
he was in here?

When was that,
last Friday?

He got in my grill
about Layla.

- I let her go.
- Why'd you let her go?

She was a bitch.

She didn't get along
with the other bitches.

Not like there's a lack
of trim in this city.

Rolls in on the Greyhound bus
every single day.

Got an address on her?

I have no addresses
on any of the dancers.

Bullshit.
What about payroll?

No payroll.
Limited partners,

every single one
of them. Dolly's LLC.

They pay to dance here.

And after they take care
of the bouncers,

the bartenders, and the DJs,
they get to keep what's left?

Look, nobody put a gun
to their head

and said "You get
on that pole, bitch."

They leave this place
every single night

with cash stuffed
up their coozies.

You don't like it, you can
report it to the IRS.

Billy, why don't you show
the detective to his car?

Let's go, Detective.

Hey. Tell you what.

Why don't you
come back, Bosch,

when you can really
enjoy the show, huh?

I'll comp you a lap
dance, you cheap fuck.

Detective from Los Angeles.

Tony Allen...

Uh-huh.

Hmm.

Go watch the floor.

That was
just a love tap, bro.

Get in your ride and get
the fuck out of here.

What the fuck
is your problem?

I said get the fuck out.
We're done, bitch.

Oh, my God.

Hey, Eleanor.

I see your people skills
are what they always were.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Mads.

Whoa. What happened
to your face?

Some punk ambushed me.

Hope you hit him back.

I straightened him out.

Good.

Ohh.

Why would you tell her that?

She oughta know.
She wants to be a cop.

She does? Great.

- She hasn't told you?
- I'm her mother.

She doesn't
tell me anything.

So what's this case
you're working on?

Man named Anthony Allen was
murdered last week in L.A.

Just come back
from Vegas,

trying to find out
what he was up to here.

You're not here to ask me
to profile somebody, are you?

No.

Just came to spend time
with you and Maddie,

see how you're doing.

We're doing fine.

Good.

When's Reggie coming back
from Hong Kong?

Why do you ask?

Just curious.

Excuse me.

What did she say?

Not much.

When's Reggie getting back?

She didn't say.

That sucks.

I wasn't feeling well,
Charlie.

He's an important client.

He expects and deserves
to be treated with respect.

Lucy could've
played with him.

He flew in from Macao to play
with you, specifically,

not Lucy.

The gweipo.

I never use that word.

Really? Never? Bullshit.

Look, I'll play with him
tonight.

I'm afraid it's too late.

He went
to the Bellagio.

You know, I'm the one

who catches hell for
this from your husband.

Look, I'm sorry about that.
I really am.

- I'll explain it to him.
- Is there a problem here?

Stay out of this, Harry.

No problem, sir.

This is between me
and Mrs. Woo.

Yeah, but I'm here now. I'd
like to know what's going on.

Harry, please.

Let me at least call
the gentleman personally

and apologize.

Let me
talk to Mr. Woo,

and I'll
get back to you.

You missed work?

I didn't feel like playing

with some rich, entitled
asshole from Macao, okay?

Okay.

You know, I don't have
to answer to you, Harry.

This is my business, my life.

Second thoughts?

The Mayor
made a strong pitch.

I told him I'd, uh,
pray on it.

Have you?

What do you think
I'm doing now?

Well, you could
change your mind.

Yeah.

But if O'Shea wins,
I'm out of a job.

And if O'Shea loses--

Tenzer's still Chief.

The Mayor said not forever.

That's not exactly
a promise, is it?

No, it's not.

So tell me
what I should do.

Roll the dice, sweetheart.

And play me
that tune of yours I like.

This is
the 20-40 table.

Run it in real time.

Real time.

There's Allen.

Correct.

There's
the leather jacket.

Where are you at
with those prints?

You just asked for that.

It's Saturday. Things
move a little slower.

You got another camera
on this table?

Yeah. What do you want?

The woman, her face.

Here you go.

You know her?

No. Thought I did.

Facial recognition
specialist is pretty good.

You give him a few minutes,
he can probably ID her for you.

No, that's all right.
Not who I thought it was.

Ha ha! You are a dog.
Come on now.

I knew you'd stick,
Basher.

Bullshit, Edge.
You kept writing me up.

You kept fucking up.

Admit it.

You thought I was a washout
from day one.

A little dilettante,

little rich white girl
looking to get kicks.

- Not true.
- Mm-hmm.

I thought you'd
make a good cop

if you just stopped shooting
yourself in the foot.

So to speak.

Sorry. Didn't mean it
that way.

No, it's cool. It's cool.
My cross to bear.

Just gotta live with it.

People will forget about it,
eventually, over time.

Yeah, I hope so.

Hey. This one's on me.

Mm. Julia.

George.

Rhodes. What's up?

Brasher.

Hey. How's Pacific?

Cool. Yeah.
Pacific's cool.

Okay.

Come on down to Muscle Beach.

We'll work out, you know?

- You could use it.
- Whoo!

- You got jokes.
- What are you doing
in the hood?

Ask you the same. You're
downtown now, right?

Van Nuys. Narcotics.

Oh, I heard
you were on a desk.

What can I say?
They need me on the street.

Hey.

Now, I'll get that drink,
sir. Thank you.

Uh, Edgewood's, too?

Of course.

Of course. Hey, Rhodes.

- Uh-uh.
- Come on. One more?

- One more?
- I'm driving, brother.

You ain't nowhere
near .08, brother.

I'm getting there fast, man.

Hey, Julia,
it was nice seeing you.

You too, Victor.
You too.

- Be safe, man.
- Vic, hey, okay?

All right now.

Two Wild Turkeys, rocks.

No, doubles. My tab.

Pair of double Turkeys
on the rocks.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you, George.

Mm-hmm. Mm. You, uh--
You miss Hollywood?

Because
I sure as shit don't.

Really?

You're not bored
in the Valley?

Shit, no.
The Valley is back alley.

- Pssht. It's sick.
- Really?

Oh, but Hollywood
is for the turistas.

It's like a fucking sea cruise
compared to the Valley.

- Shit.
- Sounds like it suits you.

Mm.

And I get off on it.

I do. I'm telling you.

Street--
Street adrenaline?

Oh. No high like it.

I get that. I do.

Double Turkeys.

- Mm.
- Thank you.

Yes, yes.

Thanks again, George.

Oh, yeah. Cheers, baby.

- Good to see you.
- You, too.

Be good.

Mm-hmm. Mm. Ahh.

The prophet Amos

chastised the rich
and powerful of Samaria

for living in luxury

while they ignored the poor

and turned their backs
on the helpless.

It is the duty
of every one of us

to heed the cry of Amos.

- That's right.
- Yes, man.

Let justice roll on
like a river,

righteousness like
a never-failing stream.

Amen.

I grew up here,
this neighborhood.

This was my family's church.

Greater Page Temple
of God In Christ.

We were here every Sunday--

not just Christmas and Easter,

every Sunday.

And so I can think
of no more fitting place

for me to endorse the next
mayor of our great city,

Richard O'Shea.

Thank you.

Thank you,
Deputy Chief Irving.

And thank you, Reverend Ott,

for your hospitality

and for that stirring
sermon on social justice.

As we look to the future,
let us keep that--

That prick.

He never had any intention
of supporting me.

"Pray on it," my ass.

I think we need to
express our displeasure,

send him a message.

Yeah.

I'm done.

You hardly ate anything.

I'm not hungry.

It's your favorite.

Not every night
it's not.

Come on. We don't have
pizza every night.

We do when Reggie's
not here.

He makes dinner.

Hey, it's no secret
I'm no cook.

And he's a wizard
in the kitchen.

I have homework.

What, camp homework?

I thought summer camp
was supposed to be fun.

Me, too.

You wanted to go there.

Oh, my God.

I swear, I am
so sick of her moods.

Now she's complaining
about STEM camp.

Eleanor, why didn't you
tell me you knew Anthony Allen?

Who?

My murder victim.
The case I'm working.

Anthony Allen.

I don't know him.

I saw video of you

playing poker with him
at the Mirage last week

at the 20-40 table,
whatever the fuck that is.

Wait, you mean Tony?
That's your victim?

Come on, Eleanor.

No, I hardly knew him.

I only saw him
at the tables.

I didn't even know
his last name.

He was just Tony.

Well, you were just
chatting away like old pals.

That's because if you played
poker once in a while,

you'd know. Perfect strangers
can get very chummy

over a hand of cards.

What were you doing
at the Mirage?

Jesus, Harry,
I was there to unwind.

I do that sometimes.

You unwind from playing poker
by playing poker?

That sounds like
a compulsion to me.

God, you can be
such an asshole sometimes.

Never miss a chance
to make me feel stupid.

Where is this coming from?

I see it all over your face.
You're out there

doing important work,
meaningful work.

And me,
I'm just a hustler,

a casino shill
in an evening gown.

You know that's not
what I think.

That's exactly what you think.

Jesus, Eleanor.
I'm worried about you.

You're missing work.
Your husband's out of town,

and you don't know
when he's coming back.

You are erratic.

Talk to me.

Go away, Harry.

You're just making
things worse.

Be patient.

You are my son.

Fear is a good thing.

Be patient.

You are my son.

Fear is a good thing.

Be patient.

Be patient.

Be patient.

You are my son.

You are my son.

You are my son.

You are my son.