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and on behalf of
a grateful city,

and the Los Angeles
Police Department.

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Thank you for coming,
lieutenant.

Listen,
just give me a call if
there's anything I can do.

I'll see you later.

Arceneaux.

Sir, I'm very sorry
about your loss.

And yours.

Sir?

He was your partner
and your friend.

He was.
Thank you.

Tell me what happened
that night.

What the fuck happened
that night?

Sir, I was told
not to talk to you

or anyone else about it.

- You're IOD.
- Yes, sir.

Injured on duty.

The shock of it, sir.

I guess we're all IOD.

Tell you somethin',
though.

Sir.

You can't hide behind
this bullshit forever.

Sooner or later
you are going to tell me
what happened to my son.

GPS data for
Tony Allen's car.

You look at the night
he was killed?

GPS shows
location coordinates, right?

Also creates a marker
every time the engine's
turned on and off.

Okay.

That night,
he stopped for two minutes
up on Mulholland,

a mile and a half
from where the car
and body were found,

three from his house.

Time syncs with
his last phone call.

- The one with
Layla in Vegas.
- Correct.

We have
the murder scene.

That's what I'm thinking.

On his way home
talkin' to his girlfriend.

He sees something.
Hey, baby, gotta go.

Hangs up, pulls over,
gets out. Pop, pop.

Two in the back
of the head.

I'm thinkin' we should
go up there

first thing tomorrow,
take a look.

How far back
did that go?

Beginning of the lease.
Three years.

Mind if I take a look?

Yeah,
knock yourself out.

Mrs. Allen.

Top of the mornin'
to you.

Mr. Nash.

My lawyer called.

Should be on
the probate docket
any day.

- When, exactly?
- Soon.

Just be patient.

Patience is
my middle name.

Hmm.

I miss you.

It's too risky.

We gotta act like they're
watching everything we do.

Are they?

If they're not,
they will be.

Patience is not
my middle name.

Don't I know that.

Have a wonderful day,
ma'am.

And you, officer.

Irv.
I thought I heard
someone come in.

Greg.

Connie in the kitchen?

No, she's upstairs
resting.

- How is she?
- Better.

Better?

We thought she was having
a panic attack earlier.

Couldn't catch her breath,
hands were trembling,

said her heart
was pounding.

Why didn't anyone
call me?

She asked me not to.

Is she okay now?

She took something,
calmed her down.

What brings you here?

To my own house?

You know what I mean.

I just came by to
grab some things.

Fresh clothes.

Let me get you
what you need.

Come on.

I'll be in and out,
I won't disturb her.

She doesn't want to
see you, Irv.

She was very clear
about that.

- Hey.
- Hey, Dad.

You gonna come with?

Uh, kimchi's
not my thing.

Just try it,
Mom.

Look, I did. Once.
I'll never do it again.

I blew my nose
the entire dinner.

It is not my idea of an
elegant dining experience.

Your loss.

Give us a minute, Mads.

Whatever. I have to go to
the bathroom, anyway.

Meet you in
the break room.

Follow me.

So, what's goin' on?

Don't get your hopes up.
Could just be a hunch.

Undercover FBI agent in
the Marks organization

disappeared two years ago,
Christmas Eve.

They assume
Marks had him killed,
buried in the desert,

but they've no idea where.

Okay.

We also found
traces of old blood in
the trunk of Allen's car.

- The agent's?
- Maybe. They're
working the DNA.

But today, we got
the GPS data from that car

going back
almost three years.

You think the GPS indicates
where the body's buried?

Mm, that's my hunch.

Tony Allen was just
a money launderer.

I don't see him as
the hitter.

Maybe just
the clean up guy?

Marks' cousin,
someone he could trust to
get rid of a dead body.

Mr. Wolf.

Who?

Harvey Keitel.

"Pulp Fiction."
The clean up guy.

You know I don't go
to the movies.

At least you know
it is a movie.

That's something.

Of course I know
it's a movie.

Anyway, tell Griffin about
the blood in the car.

Give him the GPS data,
let the Feds figure it out.

Even if it doesn't pan out,
you've made the effort.

Could be helpful.

Hope so.

You hope so what?

That the traffic
isn't too bad.
You ready?

It's kind of early
to eat, isn't it?

Oh, it's rush hour.
By the time we get there,
it won't be.

You'll be starving,
screaming.

Have fun, you two.

- Bye, Mom.
- See you.

Chief.

I need to talk to you.

Omni Hotel,
suite 1530.

I'm about to have dinner
with my daughter.

I can meet up with you
afterwards.

Of course.

Have a nice dinner.

Thank you, sir.

You have to go to work?

Not before we eat.

It's open.

My son was
working undercover
for Internal Affairs.

Special Operations
Division.

I had no idea.

No one did.

He was part of a team
putting together a case

against a crew of corrupt
vice and narcotics officers.

They'd been
ripping off drug dealers,
shaking down merchants.

And all of this?

At the moment,
the RHD investigation
into my son's death

is focused on possible
gang retaliation.

Or that George
did stumble into
an armed robbery,

and his death
had nothing to do with
his undercover work.

Those both
seem plausible.

No, he was found out.

And they murdered him.

Sir, I know one of
the leads, Brad Coniff.

He's as good as it comes
at his job.

I'm sure he is.

When he's
allowed to do it.

But it's
campaign season, Bosch.

Dirty cops killing
a fellow officer.

Are you saying
they'd cover this up?

The mayor and
his police chief?

They'll do whatever they can
to impede this investigation

until after the election.

And then they'll make sure
it goes away quietly.

They'll cut deals with
the guilty ones,

no trials,
no headlines.

No blow back.

And no way to ever
find out the truth.

Well, then, as much as it
might make them uncomfortable,

there's no way they're gonna
gut RHD's investigation.

I would in their position.

Done worse.

Chief, why am I here?

I want you to
work the case.

With RHD?

With me.

I need you, Bosch.

I need a detective
who will be relentless

on behalf of my son.

- Look, sir--
- Arceneaux.

And right now
he's untouchable.

And he knows
who's behind this.

And RHD can't even
talk to him.

But you can.

Ah, shit, sir.
Parallel investigation.

That's not a good idea.

Let RHD do their job.

They'll find
your son's killer.

If they'd let them.

Who's they?

The tenth floor.

At my son's funeral,

you picked up a shell casing
from the honor guard.

Well, that's something I always
do at an officer's funeral.

Why?

Because he was one of us.

Then help me.

Help me find out
who killed him.

J. Edgar.

We heading up to
Mulholland

before it gets to hot?

Oh, shit.
I forgot.

I'm Downtown.
Something came up.

Do me a solid and
handle Mulholland
on your own.

I'll make it up to you.

Sure, Harry.

Thanks, partner.

Finney's doing
more than okay.

Dropped the
military pension,

and now he's
running security

for some hedge fund baby
out in Malibu.

Yeah, shit,
if I was Finney

I'd be golfing
six days a week.

Fuck work.

Since when do you
play golf, Coniff?

Oh, Harry Bosch.

Wow, I heard
you were back on.

Been back
a couple of weeks.
Already caught a case.

Pornographer shot twice,
stuffed in the trunk of
his car.

Mm, the relentless glamour
of police work.

This is my partner,
Julie Espinosa.

- Harry Bosch,
nice to meet you.
- Good to meet you.

Heard you guys
caught a hot one.

- Did we ever.
- Yeah, how's that goin'?

Can't talk to
the kid's partner,

'cause he's out IOD
for stress.

Tenth floor is
way up our ass big time

tellin' us what to do
and when to do it.

Oh, seems like Tenzer'd go
balls to the wall for this one.

Irving's one of his guys.

- Not since he
endorsed O'Shea.
- Oh. True.

You'd think they'd
put politics aside for this.

No such thing Downtown,
right?

Brad.

Yeah. All right, well, um,
we'll figure it out.

Keep your head down,
right?

It's all we can do.

Hey, why don't you stop by
El Campadre sometime,

we'll cough down
a pitcher of margaritas.

I'll do that.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

Your agent was
last heard from--

Christmas Eve day.
Two years ago.

Right. So Allen drove
from Los Angeles to Vegas
that night,

stayed about six hours,

Christmas morning he
drove back before dawn.

Quick trip.

It's unusual.

He always stayed
at least a few days.

But not this time.

On his way back,
about 6 a.m.,

he took a detour
off highway 15

a couple miles
and stopped.

For nearly 90 minutes.

Off road in a Bentley
before dawn.

Who does that?

I've made this trip
more times than I
care to remember,

and I can tell you there's
absolutely nothing out there.

It's completely desolate.

So why'd your ex-husband
give you this?

He didn't.

I took it off his desk
and made a copy.

Well, isn't that
just what you said
you wouldn't do.

I said I wouldn't
spy on him.

This is about
your investigation, not his.

Now, that's a
subtle distinction.

I appreciated your offer
and wanted to be of use.

So far...

so good.

- Bosch.
- I'm Downtown.

Give me half an hour.

Looks like a robbery.

It's supposed to.

Called his handler.

Asked him if
George was wearing
a wire that night.

There was no mention
of a wire anywhere.

I know.

Lyle said he was wearing
a wire that night.

His watch.

Which just happened to be
stolen by the shooter.

And Lyle said it was
a coincidence.

Let that play.

Maybe Arceneaux
was involved,

help set up George.

I don't know.

He seems
genuinely distraught.

Maybe his partners didn't
tell him about the hit.

Wanted a real reaction
for the cameras.

We need to talk to him.

RHD has him under
surveillance.

We can find
a way around that.

We?

I assume this is
off the books.

What books?

Eddie, you got a call.

Okay.

Ah.

- Make it quick.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hello.

Officer Arceneaux.
Deputy Chief Irving.

You need to come back
to your house. Now.

We're gonna have that talk.

Yeah, you know I can't
do that, right?

I've seen the video
from the store.

I saw how upset you were.

Yeah, yeah, I was.

I know you didn't know
what was going to happen
to my son that night.

No, I didn't.

RHD thinks
you were part of it.

Oh, I know.

Maybe I could help you.

Yeah,
I don't know about that.

Don't dance with me, son.

You need to tell me
yes or no now.

This chance
won't come again.

Yeah, okay, well,
how do we make that happen?

Go out the rear entrance.

Leave your gun and
your duffle behind,
you're coming back.

There's a car waiting.

Who the hell are you?

Uber.

I'm down the block.

By now they've
figured out you're gone,

they'll be sending a car
to sit on your house.

Uber, huh.

What the fuck?

Man, come on, man.
What are you doing?

- Shut up.
- I will fuckin' kill you.

Fuck!

Goddammit.

Deputy Chief.

You're lucky it's us.
And not La Eme.

La Eme?
What the fuck are you
talking about?

The drop house
in Highland Park

that your crew
ripped off last week.

Two bit trocoteros.

Shit.

Shit is right.
You know Carlos Vega?

Jesus Christ,
what do you want?

Names.

The man who
killed my son,

and the man who
ordered it done.

You told me that you knew that
I had nothing to do with that.

Names, or we drop you
on Vega's doorstep.

I didn't know that
they were gonna kill him.

I swear to God.

George was my friend,
goddammit.

- You keep saying that.
- Names.

You don't understand,
they'll kill me.

Vega will kill you
sure as shit.

Pick your poison.

The last time
I'm gonna ask.

I can't.

Gag him.
Get him in the car.

All right, all right.
Carl Nash.

- Nash?
- Yeah.

Carl Nash.
He's the one that
ordered the hit.

All right, he found out
that George was a rat.

What, you know him?

Ex-homicide.

Out of Van Nuys.

Nash ordered the hit.

Who pulled the trigger?

I can't--
I can't be sure.

Nick Riley. Maybe.

Narcotics.
West Bureau.

The case I'm working,

my victim Tony Allen
lived in Hidden Highlands.

Carl Nash
runs security up there.

He's got a bunch of ex-cops
and cops working for him.

What, you think
the two cases
are connected?

We like Veronica Allen
for her husband's murder,

but she alibied solid.

Maybe she used Nash.

To kill her husband.

Look, she gets to know
the ex-cop at the gatehouse,

trouble at home,
husband's got
a new girlfriend,

they start talking,

one thing
leads to another.

What if Veronica
hired Nash?

Contract murder's
death penalty eligible.

So we get what we can
out of this punk Arceneaux,

and we cut him loose.

We start workin' Nash
on Allen's murder.

We get him on that,
he'll deal.

He'll give up
everybody involved
in your son's murder.

Maybe the shooter, too.

How'd you meet Nash?

He was a gun dealer.

His card was on
the bulletin board
in Van Nuys.

I heard that he could
get me a throw away.

He sells you a throw away,

he knows what kind of
piece of shit cop you are.

He recruited you?

Yeah,
you could say that.

He threw me a couple of
moonlighting gigs.

That's how it started.

How many in his crew?

I don't know.
I only know the people
that I work with.

- Which are who?
- Jesus Christ.

Maureen O'Grady,
Nick Riley,

Bernardo Piccininni.

All cops.

Yeah. Valley.
West Bureau.

And they all work with Nash
up at Highlands.

Yeah.

Tell me about
Tony Allen.

I'm sorry,
I don't know who that is.

Were you there that night?

- What night?
- The night he was hit.

Fuck you. I-- I'm telling you
I don't know any Tony Allen.

All right?
And I sure as shit
don't know about any hits.

Nash never mentioned him.

No. No fuckin' way.
He never mentioned any murders.

I didn't do any murders,

and I had no idea that
he was gonna do George, either.

I swear to God.

Ahh!

You have a choice.

Tell RHD what you know
and cut a deal for yourself--

Oh, fuck that.

Or do nothing.

And wait for La Chuleta
to come get you.

Word gets around.

What, you're gonna put
my name on the street?

What? I thought that
we had a deal.

Deal?

Motherfucker,
I don't make deals
with dirty cops.

Now, you have 24 hours.

Then La Eme gets
your name and address.

We need to
hedge our bets.

Get Nash's name to RHD.

Let me handle that.

What would you have done
if he hadn't coughed it up?

Given his name
to La Eme.

Coniff.

Hey, Bosch.

Twice in the same day.

Can I get you
a margarita?

Got a minute?

Save my stool.

Ah, that didn't
sound right.

Save my seat.

Okay.

What's up?

I got a lead for you
on the Irving case.

A lead that
you didn't have
this morning.

Came in an hour ago
in my case.

The pornographer.

And it's
connected to ours?

So it would seem.

You're such a prick.

You didn't just
run into me this morning,
you were workin' me.

I knew I shouldn't have
fuckin' talked to you.

You want this or not?

Let me hear it.

Carl Nash,
ex-homicide, Van Nuys.

Runs security up at
Hidden Highlands, hires cops.

Word is he's the go-to guy
around Valley Bureau

to get weapons,
legal or not.

And this is connected to
the Irving murder how?

This Nash sold guns
to Eddie Arceneaux.

Okay.

We'll look into it.

Let me know if it pans out.

Go fuck yourself.

Harry.

Hey, how'd it go
up there today?

I located the spot
where he stopped the car.

Called SID.

- You find anything?
-Nothing.

No blood,
no shell casings.

Found a suitcase
down the hill in the brush.

The black Toomey
his wife told us about?

Nothing in it
but laundry.

Confirms the location.
Great work, Jerry.

Thanks. You called me.
What's up?

Carl Nash.

You got something on him?

Yeah, I got a tip
he sells guns on the side.

I want to check it out.

How's it connected
to our case?

I'm not sure yet.

I need you to do
something for me.

Shoot.

He's at work.

You gonna tell me
what this is about?

- I'll explain it later.
- See you back at the house.

Sure he's at work?

Yeah.
J. Edgar confirmed it.

No alarms,
no security cameras.

Apparently, he doesn't
feel the need.

Yeah.

You're good at that.

I usually have a warrant.

These were in the vent.

Nash was looking at
Tony Allen.

He knew about Layla.

He knew how to
set up Rykoff,

make Tony Allen's murder
look like a mob hit.

So what do we do?

We get a search warrant,
come back, get these legally.

And these are enough?

These are enough.

Murder for hire.

The whole plan
is right here.

Big question is,
whose idea was it,

his or Veronica Allen's?

What the fuck
are you doin' here?

Relax.
I ran parallels.

Did you check for
a GPS bug?

Yeah. Of course, I did.

It's on my car
which is at the gym.

Whose shit box is this?

I borrowed it.

All right,
we need to talk.

Follow me.

Back in a few.

Roger that.

- All right, listen--
- Shut the fuck up.

Come on, man,
I'm not wearing a wire.

Give me your phone.
And your watch.

What?

Give them to me now.

Oh, you gotta be
kidding me.

Seriously.

There. Happy?

Dude!

You wanted to talk,
talk.

They came at me
pretty hard.

RHD?
They can't talk to you.

No, not RHD.

Deputy Chief Irving
and one of his dogs.

Irving himself
came to you?

Yeah.

Jesus, he's runnin'
off the books.

- Yeah, no shit
it's off the books.
- What did they say?

So you know that
shitty little drop house
over in Highland Park?

- That was La Eme.
- The fuck it was.

No, the fuck it was.

And you know who else
they brought up?

This guy La Chuleta.
You know him?

Fuck!

What else?

They asked me about
Tony Allen.

What did you
tell them?

I didn't tell them shit.
Nothing.

But you listen to me,
there's blood in the water.

They know what's
going on with us.

Any names come up?

No.

No, but they
definitely have eyes

on me and O'Grady.
It is time to get out.

Oh, so th--
this is where you
shake me down?

It's exit time, Carl.
All right?

I want my piece
and you owe me.

You know I don't
have it yet.

Ah, fuck.

I am not in a
begging kind of mood,
all right?

I came all the way out here
to give you a head's up.

To tell you
what's what.

Just hang tough
a few more days.

As soon as it
comes through,

everybody gets
their share.

Fuck that!
I am the one who's
exposed here, all right?

Me. I was his partner.

I'm the one that's in
the crosshairs,

and I have to get
the fuck out of here

while I still can.

All right, all right.

Go home.

I'll front your piece.

Somebody'll come by
with what you're owed.

When?

Tomorrow.
The next day.

Don't worry,
you'll get it.

In the meantime...

pull it together, man.

Don't forget your shit.

Yeah. Thanks again.

These people
are responsible.

Those are the fuckers
that killed your son.

So now what?

Tomorrow we get
a search warrant,

serve it as soon as
the judge signs off.

We find the photos,
open the gun safe.

And then we arrest Carl Nash
for Tony Allen's murder.

- And RHD?
- They'll get their
shot at him

after Nash cuts a deal
on the Allen hit,

starts talkin' about
George's murder.

I want to be there
when you arrest him.

I don't think that's
a good idea, sir,

with what
we've been doing.

I want to be there.

I'm gonna
look you in the eye,
motherfucker.

I'm gonna
look you in the eye.

No.

Bitch.

The fucking bitch.

Hi, Eddie.

- Mo.
- I have your money.

You scared the
fuckin' shit out of me.

Wait, I thought that you--
I thought you weren't comin'
'til tomorrow.

Well, you know Carl,

once he gets
a bug in his ear.

He told me to
take care of it tonight.

Yeah, all right.
Let me get the lights.

Okay.