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Previously
on Bosch: Legacy…

So, you ready to get
back in the saddle?

Were you?

- I get it.
- Okay, then.

We've had our differences, but
the important thing is that

the right man is going down for
killing Detective Robertson.

- US attorney's office has taken this case.
- What?

I'm sorry. Far as I'm concerned,
you did right by Jimmy Robertson.

You know how this is
gonna look, right?

Like LAPD has no faith
in the district attorney.

You know, on my desk at work, I
have pictures of three young women.

They've never been identified.

No one ever reported
them missing.

Why do you keep them?

To remind me.

Everybody counts
or nobody counts.

We just drive around in
silence most of the time.

You'll get it back.

I don't know.

Partners are like family.

Any minor world that breaks
apart, falls together again.

Quoting Steely Dan to me?

It's before you were
born. It's a good catch.

Hey, yacht rock was
Mom's guilty pleasure.

I guess it's mine too.

- Any major dude will tell you.
- Mmm.

Let's go.

- Home safe.
- You too.

You home? I need
eyes on something.

What up?

I think I got a tail.

- Yeah?
- Harry, DMV returns no record on file.

Could you see who was driving?

Negative. Just that he's solo.

- Who could it be?
- No idea.

- You got your gun?
- Just had dinner with Maddie.

I left it at my office.

I'll deal with it.

- Don't move.
- LAPD. Drop your weapon.

- Let's see a badge.
- Drop your weapon.

Show me a badge.

Lower your weapon, Bosch. Now.

Who the fuck are you?

Renée Ballard, RHD.

- What do you want?
- I want the files you stole from me.

♪ Oh, my, my, times
are changing ♪

♪ There's a fire Of a
new day coming 'round ♪

♪ It's a feeling Like a
cool rain coming down ♪

♪ It's a rhythm of a new song singing
It's a rhythm of a new song singing ♪

♪ Oh, my, my, times
are changing, ooh ♪

♪ Oh, my, my, times
are changing ♪

♪ All my life I've been
waiting for this moment ♪

♪ Oh, my, my Oh, my,
my, times are changing ♪

♪ Oh, my, my, times
are changing ♪

You call them the Flower Girls.

Three murdered
women, young women.

I've been assigned their cases.

So, stealing the files
is stealing from me.

I didn't steal any files
from you or anybody else.

Look, I know what it's like for
a case to get under your skin.

- Do you?
- But they're not your cases anymore.

Son of a bitch.

There's a fresh case. That's
why you need to see those files.

You know I can't talk to
you about active cases.

You just did.

This was your
chance to cooperate.

I made copies,

but the originals are
at Hollywood Station.

Well, they're missing.

So, I need your copies.

I'll make a deal with you.

I'll show you the old cases.
You show me the new one.

- I'm gonna need to get approval.
- Don't take too long.

This guy started again.

He's out there right now
looking for his next victim.

We need to do this.

We do not need to do this.

Bosch is a shit
magnet we do not need.

We need what he has.

The guy's been working this
case a long, long time.

He knows it in his bones.

All right.

Set up a meeting
to exchange books.

And go with a search warrant.

I'll see myself in.

Sorry, Chief.

- She insisted.
- It's fine. Thank you, Sergeant.

- Have a seat.
- No, thanks.

This won't take long.

Is Zorrillo in custody, or is that
only for you and the feds to know?

Yes, in fact, he is in custody.

Federal custody.

When the time is right,
we'll issue a press release.

Check your inbox.
I already have.

If it was up to you,

the wrong man would have gone
down for killing Jimmy Robertson.

And now you and the feds
are bigfooting my case,

which undermines me
with the rank and file.

Are you finished?

You really want me as an
enemy for the next four years?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Unsolved?

Got some of those too?

A few.

- Little Tamale Girl?
- Sonia.

Sonia Hernandez.

You know her name.

That's good.

How about the others?

No.

- Yeah?
- You're on. When and where?

Pink chairs, 10 a.m. tomorrow.

I'll be there. Bring your books.

You bring yours.

You said you wanted to know whenever
Harry Bosch comes up on the radar.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah?
- Harry.

Why would LAPD get a search
warrant for your person,

car, house and office for the
files on an unsolved triple murder?

Who signed off on the warrant?

Captain Seals.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Thought you were bringing
the murder books.

I thought you were bringing
more than just a search warrant.

DA owes me.

Turns out your warrant's
no longer good.

Chandler can't do that.

No, but she knows
people who can.

Oh, so we're playing dirty now?

We're just playing
the game you started.

Oh, and when you get back to PAB,
there'll be an official request from her

for copies of all the
documents from the new case.

She has no jurisdiction on a
case that hasn't been filed yet.

There's that, but I'm guessing
Seals won't want to get on her wrong side.

Not on this. He'll
hand it all over.

I'll have everything I need to work
the cases, with or without you.

And I will.

Original and full copy for you.

- How'd Seals take it?
- Like a prostate exam.

Let's go to work.

So, you working
this with a partner?

No, he's on leave.

Flying this one solo.

You like it at RHD?

It's a boys' club. But yeah,
it's where I want to be.

Good.

Tell me about this new case.

Unidentified Asian female.

Twenty to 25.

Her body was dumped by the entrance
to the 5 freeway in Los Feliz.

Southbound entrance?

Yeah, southbound.

No ID, no print match, but
she did have a new tattoo.

Victim presumed to be Filipina
and associated with the HiFi boys.

That how you matched
it to my cases?

That and the MO. Multiple stab wounds
from an unidentified instrument.

No sharpened edge of a blade. It was
a tool of some kind. Not a knife.

Show me yours.

Be right back.

- Nice view.
- You live in the city?

The beach.

Shit, that's a hike to RHD.

Gotta be near the water.

"Christmas lights."

Yeah, I stashed this
in my neighbor's garage

in case you came back
with another warrant.

Didn't want him getting too
curious about its contents.

These girls are taken
off the streets of Manila.

They're fed lies about all
the glitz and gold in America.

Get shipped here and sold like property
to the HiFi boys in Filipinotown.

They get pimped out online,
told who to let into their apartments,

and eventually one of them
lets in a serial killer.

And so what
if they get murdered?

To the HiFi boys, just the
cost of doing business.

They've got an endless
supply in the pipeline.

I caught these first
cases 13 years ago.

Nothing's changed.

All four victims were found next
to a southbound freeway entrance.

Thanks.

Why take that risk?

Murders 'em in a closed, contained
location, then dumps 'em out in the open.

And then heads for home.

There's no fingerprints,
no hair, no DNA.

What?

Nothing.

Where's he been?

What do you mean?

The first cases were 13 years ago
and now this. Where's he been?

You think it's a cop.

I didn't say that.

But I'm thinking
what you're thinking.

Who had access to
those stolen files?

Yeah.

Tell me about these photos.

Got them off a sex site.

Offered up Filipino Flowers.

Operated out of Manila
so we couldn't get close.

They shut it down when we
started asking questions.

Then the killing stopped.

Until now.

Until now.

What's up?

If I'd gotten him
back then, she'd still be alive.

He thinks the killer's a cop.

Oh, God.

Did he name a suspect
or person of interest?

- Not yet.
- You didn't give him anything, did you?

You held back on the DNA?

He doesn't know, but I
think that he should.

He knows the old cases better
than anyone on the planet.

No, no, no. Don't
even think about it.

Just…

Just keep an eye
on him. All right?

Where he goes,
who he meets with.

And if he crosses a line,
and believe me, he will,

we'll deal with him then.

Yes, sir.

Try, "Anonymous sex
Filipino women."

Uh, you know what, scratch that.

Try, "Girls." "Filipino
girls. Hollywood."

- Seventeen matches.
- Get rid of the massage parlors.

- Closer. We're down to seven.
- Take out Hollywood.

Add HiFi district.

Historic Filipinotown.

Bingo.

- Now we set up a date.
- For who?

For you.

You just get in the
door. I'll follow.

She'll call her bugaw.

I'll have a serious
conversation with him.

What if she thinks I'm a cop?

No, she won't. She's
already screened you online.

Shit. Here we go.

Get out of the car. Now.

Not you. Just Bosch.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm running with the case.
They're back up online.

Different name, but it's them.
And this time I'm getting answers.

This is the link between
the victims and the killer.

Oh, great.

You just gonna roll up
to some girl's apartment

and ask to speak
to a guy in Manila?

There'll be a local handler.

She calls him and we emphasize
the need to cooperate,

because some fucker's out there
killing their girls again.

Bosch, there are
legal ways to do this.

- It's called a search warrant.
- We don't have time.

We have to do this right.

What's this "we" shit?

You got what you needed
and I got what I needed.

And Seals told you to
cut me loose, right?

Uh, a search warrant won't work.

Why are you talking?

Um, because I'm the guy
who can guarantee you

that the mook we're looking for has a VPN
browser that guarantees him anonymity.

That's why we need their
cooperation to set a trap.

Okay. You and your associate

need to stand the fuck down
and let us take it from here.

You think this is
still your case, Bosch.

It's not. It's mine
and I will solve it.

So, we going in?

No, she's right.

- We gotta do this by the book.
- Okay.

But when we get back to your crib,
I need you to check out the car.

- For what?
- How'd she know we were here?

- Hey, Mads.
- Hi, Dad.

You're not working?

An RDO today. So I just thought
I'd check in, see how you're doing.

Perfect timing. I could use
an extra set of eyes on this.

- What is this?
- Flower Girls.

There's a fresh murder.

RHD?

Is handling it, but at the same
time they're cutting me out.

News flash, Dad.

You're retired.

I made a promise to
these girls, Mads.

I'm gonna see it through.

Everybody counts.

Was your mom a Jane Doe?

She was.

For a while.

They found her prints on file.

I mean, back then,
everything was done by hand.

There were no data banks.

Took a while till
they knew who she was.

I think about that sometimes.

Her being unclaimed like that.

But, anyway.

What's this?

A tracker RHD put on my car.

How can I help?

Look for anything
that doesn't add up.

Coincidence that isn't,
a name that doesn't fit.

Okay, what am I looking at?

Shoe prints from the
first and last murders.

Killer wore different work boots

with the same wear pattern on
the outsoles of the right heel.

I see.

Okay.

The paramedic that pronounced death on
this one was a guy named Jeremy McKee.

Fireman.

Most
recent victim too.

Station 32 would have
handled those callouts.

- Look familiar?
- I've seen him around, yeah.

Anything off about him?

Not really.

He sneaks in through the back
sometimes, mooches off our snack bar.

Harry.

Mo, I need a complete workup on an
LAFD paramedic named Jeremy McKee.

Age, uh…

He's old. Like 40, 45.

Forty plus.

DMV, addresses, social
media, anything you can get.

What's the connection?

Our killer had access
to the Hollywood Station.

McKee fits that bill.

He was present at two
of our crime scenes.

- At least two.
- Got it.

Anything else?

There's a gap between those
first three and last victims.

Find out where he was during
those 12 to 13 years, yeah?

I'm on it.

Motherfucker.

McKee grew up in Downey
and still lives there.

That's south of Downtown.

We know where Downey is.

Unless you've forgotten.

- I remember Downey.
- What about Downey?

Which would explain dropping
bodies by southbound freeway ramps.

He had access to the station.

And the case files in
the homicide cabinet.

Twelve years ago he moved
to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho.

Ten years there, vested
his pension, came home.

He must have thought the coast
was clear once you retired, Harry.

Mr. McKee is checking
a lot of boxes.

We need to get up on him.

See what he's doing.
If he's our guy.

- On it.
- On it.

- Bosch.
- We need to meet.

Yeah, I don't think so.

I told you to stand down.

We've
identified a suspect.

Looking at a picture of him.

- Who is he?
- Jeremy McKee.

An LAFD paramedic.

Works the other side of the
wall at Hollywood station.

Now we can put him at
two of the crime scenes.

We can also cover the
gap between the cases.

He left the department 12
years ago, moved to Idaho.

And he moved back last year.

No shit.

Don't make me regret this.

What's with the shovel?

- It's just a reminder.
- Of what?

To dig down.

Look, we have DNA.

The killer got careless. He
left saliva on my victim's neck.

The fuck am I hearing
about this just now?

Seals ordered me
to hold it back.

We need to get a DNA sample
from McKee for comparison.

Yeah, I'll get SIS on it.

They'll be up on
him in 48. Tops.

We don't have 48 hours and I'm not
waiting for another body to drop.

- We gotta go.
- With what?

You and me?

My guys are up on him right now.

Oh, fuck, Bosch.

Who? Where?

Boys, this is Renée Ballard,
RHD. Things have changed.

I'm going in to
do a DNA capture.

Where's McKee's ride?

Red pickup.

You good?

Yeah.

Hey, put your ears on.

Stick this on his truck.

- You want me to hardwire it?
- Probably best.

Easy-peasy.

Target's on the move.

- Get out.
- I'm not done.

I don't care. Get the
fuck out of there.

Thanks.

You ain't leaving
yet, are you, sweetheart?

- Excuse me.
- Come on. It's still early.

I didn't have time to
hardwire the tracker

so it's only working
on an internal battery.

How much time that give us?

Not my batteries.

Won't know until I get
the feed up on my screen.

All right. Go to it.

Bartender picked up the
bottle before I could grab it.

Fuck. Is he drunk?

I mean, he had two
while I was watching,

but I don't know how many
he had before I walked in.

Hey, Mads, you working tonight?

Yeah. What do you need?

I'm not seeing any impairment.

- He's a murder suspect.
- No swerve.

- It's within the law to follow him.
- Just saying.

Okay? I'm not comfortable pulling
him over without a legit reason.

That could bite the case in
the ass if it goes to court.

There.
Blew a stop sign.

Evening, officers.

I do something wrong?

Sir, we stopped you because you
rolled through the stop back there.

Oh, crap. Did I? Look, I-I'm
sorry. Uh, I must have zoned out.

License, registration and
proof of insurance, please.

Sure.

Wait a second.

Don't I know you
gals from Hollywood?

Yeah, I don't think so.

Sure I do.

I'm on the other side
of the wall at 32's.

Distinct odor of alcohol.

Have you been
drinking tonight, sir?

I had one beer.

Earlier this evening.

What's with the "sir" shit?

You guys know me.

Odor of alcohol, erratic driving,
blowing through stop signs.

We're gonna have to ask you
to step out of the vehicle.

Are you fucking kidding me? I
just told you I'm a firefighter.

In the spirit of
professional courtesy,

we'll skip the FST and just run
a preliminary alcohol screen.

Your numbers are clean,
you'll be on your way.

This is horseshit.
I'm not drunk.

You refusing the test, sir?

No. No, I'm not. Bring it on.

Below the legal limit.

It's your lucky day, Mr. McKee.

Yeah, like I said.

Can I go now?

I'm citing you for
failure to stop.

I'm getting a fucking
ticket? Come on.

"Professional courtesy"
my fucking ass.

Assuming the DNA from the
Breathalyzer matches McKee.

DNA from one victim
gives us nothing.

I mean, McKee can claim that the DNA was
transferred while he confirmed death.

Or that they had consensual sex and she
was murdered by the real killer later.

That's a convenient coincidence.

Convenient coincidences are
where reasonable doubt lives.

I'm sorry, but I don't
think the case is there yet.

We can prove he had access
to the stolen files.

So did hundreds of other
cops and firefighters.

What you can't prove
is that he took them.

Spoken like a defense attorney.

I'm looking at the case like
a defense attorney. I have to.

They only have to convince one
juror and the case is hung.

So get a search warrant,
get me more evidence.

That murder weapon for starters.
Come on. You guys know the drill.

That we do.

Sounds like Chandler's still
working for the defense.

She's protecting
herself and the case.

What's the status of the
tracker on McKee's truck?

Mmm. Still active. Truck's
still parked at Station 32.

I'll find out when
his shift ends.

Stay on the GPS. It's only a matter of
time before he's on the prowl again.

Copy that.

But the transmitter's
battery's at 23%.

I need to get under that
truck and finish the hardwire.

Mmm. Parking lot
at 32's a fortress.

And he parks his car
in the garage at home.

Means the twins
will have to be there when he leaves.

- "Twins"?
- My brother from another mother.

Time to retire that one, bro.

Target's eastbound Beverly
headed towards the HiFi district.

We're three minutes out.

Copy.

No, no, no. No, no, no! Not now!

- What?
- We just lost signal.

- Can you get it back up?
- No, the battery's toast.

Fuck.

People, we just lost tracking.

Target's last known location
is Beverly and Belmont.

No, we're-we're right
here and it's bubkes.

There's no truck.
There's no McKee.

Left, right, center?

I always vote left.

I got the stolen murder books and shoes
with uneven wear on the right heel.

- What else?
- Guy's weird.

He's got a home theater but
it's only got one chair.

- Is there a computer?
- Desktop.

We just lost GPS.
He's in the HiFi.

- He's out hunting.
- Hold on.

Okay, let me go to work.

We need it, Mo. I don't
think he's out for a joyride.

Then let's get lucky.

All right. No password.
I have to hack it.

Okay. Hit me back when
you got something.

You sent him into McKee's
house, didn't you?

What you don't know
doesn't hurt the case.

But now I know.

Look, McKee's out
there right now.

Our only chance of finding him is
if he left a trail on his computer.

Could compromise the case.

Oh. Kind of like putting a tracker
on my car without a warrant?

I was ordered to keep an
eye on you. That wasn't me.

Guess that makes it okay.

You want me to stop
Mo? It's your call.

I didn't think so.

I knew you could do it.

There.

No, cancel that.

Too red, no tint.

Harry, I got something,
but I don't think it works.

Last night he connected with this
chick on the new Filipino Flower site.

And they opened a chat box
and they set up a date.

He's headed there.
Is there an address?

That's what I'm
trying to tell you.

There's an address but the
date was set for last night.

According to this,
we're a day late.

Are you sure the date's
wrong? Mo, you gotta be sure.

I'm looking right
at it. I'm sure.

No, it works.

He sets up the date
to get the address

and then he goes at a different
time to hide the connection.

What's the address?

- 1644 Glassell, apartment 5.
- Let's go.

He's here.

LAPD!

Don't fucking move.

Bosch.

Harry.

Cuffs.

Get your fucking hands behind your back.

You're safe now.

Use this.

You're okay.

Here you go.

What's your name?

Jasmine.

What's your real name?

Evangeline.

He was
going to kill me.

He knocked on the door,

said he was a part of the fire
department and that I had to open it.

Get her out of here.

Go call it in.

It's called
a fireman's friend.

They use it to open doors
in burning buildings.

Apparently it was
invented by the LAFD.

And he used this to
open his victims' doors?

Or used it as a "there's
a fire" ruse to get in.

Then he used that to kill them.

ME matched the
wounds to the blade.

- What about the DNA?
- Not back yet.

We have video.

He filmed his kills then transferred
it all to a site on the dark web.

- And you can trace it back to him?
- To his computer, yeah.

Do we have
names for these victims?

Just flowers.

How's it going
with Captain Seals?

Oh. Well, closing
this case should protect me.

For now. Until he
retires in six months.

He doesn't like me.

One false move, he'll
reassign me to the Valley.

Then he's a fool.

You do good work, Renée.

Maybe somewhere down the line
we'll get to work together again.

We saved a life.

Lives.

We took a killer off the street.

You do good work too, Harry.

But you don't have to worry
about the means to the end. I do.

And I just…

And what?

I had an old partner.

He used to tell me that when you do
this work, you go into the darkness.

And I think some of that
darkness has gotten into you.

See you, Harry.

Be safe.

You too.

Be safe.

♪ When hope ♪

♪ And love has been lost
And you fall to the ground ♪

♪ You must find a way ♪

♪ When the darkness descends ♪

♪ And you're told it's the end ♪

♪ You must find a way ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down and find faith ♪

♪ When you're
close to the edge ♪

♪ With a gun to your head ♪

♪ You must find a way ♪

♪ When friends ♪

♪ Are thin on the ground
And they try to divide us ♪

♪ We must find a way ♪

♪ We have entered the fray ♪

♪ And we will not obey ♪

♪ We must find a way Yeah ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down and find faith ♪

- ♪ When they've left you for dead ♪
- ♪ Dig down ♪

- ♪ And you can only see red ♪
- ♪ Dig down ♪

♪ You must find a way ♪

- ♪ Dig down ♪
- ♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

- ♪ Find faith ♪
- ♪ Whoa ♪