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- You, amigo.
- Yeah. Bueno.

Whaddaya got?

The best.

Now, the, uh...

red is for the pork,
green is for the chicken.

Terry. Mm.
I mean--

I know, right?

I am serious.

So, aside from, uh...

me turning you on to
my favorite tamale truck.

I need a sounding board.

Somebody I can trust.

You know, is a player but
isn't in the game anymore.

- I'm the best you can do?
- Afraid so.

Shoot.

Caught one
the other day.

Another detective
came to the scene,

- you know, hard charger.
- Mm-hm.

Guy I've known
for years.

Process it, his prints
turn up on a glass.

I ask him about it,

he says he made
a mistake.

Took off his glove.

He's not the type.

Anyone can make
a mistake.

You think he
might be involved?

The thought
crossed my mind.

That's a dark
fuckin' thought.

He's been after
this scumbag for years.

Knows he did it,
knows in his bones.

The way we do.

Let's be honest.

Who'd miss the creep?
Waste of fresh air.

Let it go.

You know me
better than that.

Yeah. That's why
I retired early.

You wore me out.

Can't take it to
my lieutenant.

She thinks this guy
walks on water.

Look, Santiago.
Now, if you stir this shit,

nobody will ever want to
work with you again, ever.

I know it.

So what you want to do
is kick it into the open
without your name on it.

That way, it becomes
a command problem.

You keep your
skirts clean.

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Dad!

I'll be right there.

How did he know
to come up behind you?

- I don't know.
- There's nothing
you can think of

might have blown
your cover?

You know, fuck you, Moreno.

I told you not to
underestimate him.

Did he make you?

No, he didn't
make me.

Xavi, see what
you can find out.
If he made Woody,

- I want to know.
- He didn't make me, goddamnit.

- Find out where his head's at.
- You got it, Cap.

No more fuck ups,
Woodrow.

No, sir.

Doing great.
Just keep an eye out for--

- Slow down a little.
- Okay.

For what?
An eye out for what?

Trash day.
Cans.

- Whoa!
- Shit.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Dad, I am so sorry.
I have absolutely no idea
what happened.

- I--
- It's all right,
it's all right,

It's not your fault.
It was my fault,

I was distracted.
You know what I think?

Reach in the glove box,
there should be a pen
and some paper.

Just write a note,
give 'em my cell.

Don't worry about the mirror,
it's just a mirror.

Mirrors are replaceable.

You were saying?

- Hm?
- You think what?

Yeah, I don't want you
home alone.

I mean, just for
a couple of days

after school,
hang out with friends,

work in the library 'til
I can pick you up.

Okay?

Is this about last night?

It's probably me just being
overprotective, but, yeah.

You got home really late.

Yeah. It was
a false alarm.

Neighbor thought
she had a prowler.

Well,
that's not scary at all.

I've also been thinking
maybe it's not a bad idea

to get you a real
driving instructor.

If it's okay with you.

You could put up
a small fight.

That big.

**

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

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

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

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

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

* Got a feelin'
that I can't let go *

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

* Can't let go *

**

Just a minute.

Mrs. Niese?
Detective Bosch.

Hollywood Division.

- Tommy okay?
- He's fine.

May I come in?

Suit.
Must be serious.

He's not in any kind of
trouble at all,

I just need to ask him
a few questions.

I've gotta get ready
for work. You mind?

Do what you need to do.

I'm not gonna be
much help, anyway.

I don't know where he is.

When's the last time
you saw him?

A month ago, maybe,
the last time you guys
brought him back.

Stayed the night.

Gone in the morning
before I got up.

Raided my purse,
as usual.

Any idea
who he hangs with?

- Friends?
- I'm sorry, I don't.

First time he ran off,
he was 12.

His life has been
a mystery to me ever since.

On the streets,
living in--

What do you call them?
Squats?

Pain in my fuckin' ass.

Judges me for how
I make a living.

But you'd take him back
in a minute, wouldn't you?

Probably, yeah.

'Cause I'm, uh,
big-hearted.

What do you think?

- Nice.
- You're sweet.

Not a very good liar,
but thanks.

It's all about
the light.

The right light will hide
a multitude of sins.

Leave my card here
on the table.

If he shows.

He won't.

Thanks.

J. Edgar.

The prints from
the RV door handle.

One came back to
a juvenile.

Thomas Niese.

Sharkey.

I got nothin' from his mom.

Put the word out
to grab him up for
a little chat.

I'm on my way back
from Northridge now.

I'll organize
a search party.

Billets.

Lieutenant.
Scott Anderson, Times.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Anderson?

I'm writing a piece on
the Edward Gunn case.

Well, you know
I can't comment on an
ongoing investigation.

No comment required.

I just need confirmation
on a tip I received.

What's the tip?

That you're investigating
one of your own people
for the murder.

And who would that be?

No name given.
A veteran officer.

Mr. Anderson, uh,

do you chase down
every crackpot tip
that you get?

Lieutenant, this came from
someone in your department.

Who?

You know I can't
give you my source.

So confirm or deny?

The tip is bogus.
Have a blessed day.

You're the man.

Sweet!

Let's go.
Off the bike.

Come on.

You two stay there.

You know the deal.
Let's go. Get in.

You just won the lottery.

Harry's on the streets,
so I got an extra.

Lottery, huh?

That mean you get to walk
over to the coffee table,

and get me two packs
of sugar?

Way ahead of you,
brother.

Appreciate it.

What's going on
with Gunn?

Beats me.
You have to ask
Robertson.

Right now he has me
chasing down watch band
and bezel patterns.

What's a bezel?

The metal circle that secures
the crystal on a watch.

What for?

Marks on Gunn's
neck and back.

Robertson thinks
choke hold, maybe.

Like old school LAPD.

You ever do that?
Choke somebody out?

No, way before my time.

Well, Robertson
seems to know
a lot about it.

I don't know
what he's thinking.

Give it time.

If it's any consolation,

I worked with Harry
for months

before he trusted me enough
to even have a cup of coffee
with him.

Sorry. Comin' in
from Northridge.

What's in Northridge?

His mother.

You ought to call her.

Why?
She don't care.

You ought to call her.

Need us to stay,
in case he gets frisky?

No, I got this.
Thanks, Edge.

Come here.

We lifted your prints
off the RV door.

You lied to me.

Anything about
your story true?

All right, I went
and I tried the door.

All right?
Then I got out of there.

You saw the body?

Yeah, I did.

I freaked and I split.
That's all.

Okay, look,
you're not a suspect.

I just need
some help here is all.

Nobody's gonna
ever know we talked.

Wouldn't hurt you to have
a friend in the department.

Yeah, so I'm taggin',
all right?

A car pulls up.

Black SUV
you told me about.

Someone gets out,
they go in,

they come right back out,
like, a minute later,

they take off.

- You saw all this?
- No, I heard it, okay?

I was fuckin' hiding.
I didn't see shit.

So, the car pulls up.
How many people in it,
could you tell?

I don't know man.
Look, I hid as soon as

I saw the headlights
coming my way.

They see you?

I don't think so,
I'm pretty quick.

So, what else?

All right,
I heard a thud.

Right? Like...
something getting
knocked over.

Kind of muffled.

Like a gunshot?

Could have been.
I don't know.

Okay, so they split.
And then what?

Then I went,
I looked in the RV.

All right, and I got
the fuck out of there.

Shit, man,
I knew I should have
called 9-1-1.

- Didn't want to snitch.
- No, I didn't.

And I didn't want
to get blamed
for it, either.

I get that. Let's go.
I'll give you a lift.

Yeah,
but this is major, Brad.

A suspected serial killer
murdered,

and the cops are looking at
one of their own.

You don't buy the denial.

Shit. For me,
it just confirms we're
on the right track.

Call me old fashioned,
but we need a second source.

Not just click bait
we have to walk back
by Friday.

Who do you think
they're looking at?

My source didn't
give me a name.
A veteran officer.

- Your source inside
the department?
- Correct.

You call Bosch?

He knows the Gunn case
better than anyone.

Bosch will tell me
to fuck off.

I'd characterize that
as decline to comment.

Still, doesn't he owe us?

Didn't Russell help him
solve his mother's murder?

I'm not sure he
sees it that way.

You're creative.

You'll think of something.

What if it's him?

Who, Bosch?

Yeah.

What if he's
the veteran officer?

Then he'll definitely
tell you to fuck off.

Here you go.

Thank you.

So, you think it's Jimmy.

I don't picture Pierce
tipping that reporter.

I'm sure he knows by now
Harry's been stalking Gunn
for years.

What else has Jimmy got?

He noticed marks on
Gunn's neck and back.

Possible choke hold.

He told Pierce he thinks
it could be connected to
law enforcement.

Oh, Christ.

And what do you have
that Jimmy doesn't?

A surveillance camera
I found in Gunn's apartment.

And I found something else
that night.

- An owl.
- An owl?

Plastic garden owl.

I think
somebody put it there
the night of the murder.

There was
a message on it.

Cave Cave Deus Videt.

I Googled it.

- It's Latin.
- What does it mean?

Beware, beware,
God sees.

Like God is watching.

Watching what?

Gunn.

His sins.
His evil doings.

His rapes and murders.

Guess which 15th century
Dutch artist

painted that phrase
on a table top.

Hieronymus Bosch.

So, what, Harry Bosch,
the avenging angel?

Something like that.

Least we're meant
to think so.

What, that Harry killed Gunn?

Why would he point
the finger at himself?

He wouldn't.
It's a frame.

The question is,
who would?

Who would go through
all that trouble
to frame him?

The Holland trial.
Smear Bosch.

Andrew Holland.
Thinks he's clever.

Thinks he's
making a movie.

Oh, my God.

Have you talked
to Harry yet?

Not yet.

Jerry, you've gotta
talk to him.

You've got to tell him
what's going on.

I know.

You have five messages.

Detective Bosch, this is
Sergeant Amy Snyder, IA.

- Please call me b--
- Message deleted.

Hello, Mr. Bosch,
this is Rich Isbin.

- You might remember me
from--
- Message deleted.

Detective Bosch,
Amy Snyder again.

- Please give me a--
- Messaged deleted.

Bosch, you putz.

This is your old pal,
Rick Jackson.

Your current partner
came to see me

about you and your
girlfriend Eddie Gunn.

He asked me
not to tell you.

Thought you
ought to know.

Message saved.

Detective Bosch,
Scott Anderson.

I'd really appreciate
a few minutes of your time.

You have my number.

Message deleted.

No more messages.

**

Hey, Harry.

J. Edgar.
How was the Getty?

What?

The other day when
I met with Goshen,

you were off the radar.

Oh, I told you,
I had a dental thing.

I've been meaning to
get up there with Maddie.

- It's beautiful.
- Yeah, it is.

Oh, so you were
up there.

Just had to get away,
think about some things.

Cell phone reception
was shitty.

That's why
I missed your call.

You know what?
Don't insult me with
your fuckin' lies.

Really, Jerry?

You're investigating me
for Gunn's murder?
I'm a suspect?

No. I think
you're being set up.

- You think?
- I know you're being set up.

When were you planning to
tell me this, partner?

Now.
Why I'm here.

I just finished
filling Billets in.

Oh, so she's
in on this, too?

Why didn't you
come to me first?

I had to know exactly
what was going on.

You needed to make sure
I didn't kill Gunn?
Are you serious?

I know you didn't
kill Gunn.

- I was following the evidence.
- Fuck you.

Harry,
I'm not the only one
looking into this.

Who, Robertson?
It's his case.

He's gotta do
what he's gotta do,

but he's not my partner.

- I never thought you--
- No, you know what?

We still gotta work
the Meadows case together.

After that,
maybe it's time
for a change.

Tomorrow morning,
call Scott Anderson.

Get to the bottom
of this bullshit.

Morning, gentlemen.

Thanks for meeting me.

Before we start,
I need to know where
the tip came from.

You know I can't do that.

Look, I just need
confirmation.

You guys investigating
somebody within LAPD
for Gunn's murder?

I just need to know
your source.

Not gonna happen.

Look, I'm trying to
spare you some grief here,

because if you run this story
without confirmation,

you'll regret it.

Are you
threatening me?

Not at all, just
giving you a reality check.

- The tip is wrong.
- If you fall for it,

you're gonna
look like a fool.

It's a career ender.

So is giving up
my source.

One guess, one name,
yes or no.

What do I get in return?

First call.

Whole story on Gunn.

Whole story.

- One name?
- That's it.

All right.
Take a guess.

Jimmy Robertson.

- No?
- No.

Not Robertson.

First call, right?

That's the deal.

Great. And if I get
another source,

I'll just run with
the story.

He was a little late
with a smile.

- Hello, CRT.
- This is Chief Irving.

I'm trying to reach
one of your CRT volunteers.

Okay. Can I have
the last name, please?

- Jun Park.
- Okay. I have
that number here.

Yeah, go ahead.

Jimmy. Need a word.

- Wait in my office.
- I need to talk to him.

I need to
talk to him first.

You leaked an
active investigation
to a fuckin' reporter.

- It wasn't me.
- Bullshit.

Yeah, bullshit is right.
Where'd you get that?

- Scott Anderson.
- Wait.

He said that Jimmy
was his source?

- He denied it.
- There you go.

He's a fuckin' liar.
It was written all over
his face.

- It's you.
- Go fuck yourself.

All right, you know what?
Stand down, both of you.

My office,
Monday morning, we will
straighten all this out.

Take the weekend
to cool off.

I'm following
the evidence, Bosch.

I sure as hell
don't want to see it

buried by your friends
in the department.

You're on very thin ice.
Not another word.

And you have
impeccable timing.

Sergeant Snyder
is in my office.

Did you okay J. Edgar
doing an off the books
investigation on Gunn?

On me?

You were never
a suspect, Harry.

We were concerned about
where this might lead.

All right, we were
trying to protect you.

Tell her I'm busy.

I hope
everything's all right.

Woody's a good tenant.

Quiet.

Just a few
routine questions.

Woody.

Woody!

Surf's up somewhere.

Rincon. Trestles.

Sometimes he takes off for
Mexico, Baja, San Blas.

Maybe he's just down at
Espresso Yourself
on the boardwalk.

Any idea when
he'll be back?

Could be 30 minutes
or 30 days.

You never know.

Tell him it's about
Billy Meadows.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, thank you.

You ever surf?

Is this "let's pretend
we're partners again"
small talk?

- Yeah.
- No.

No, you never surfed,
or no, you're not ready
for partner small talk?

Both.

Call these sculptures
"Memories of the 'Stan."

Tribute to the fallen
of my unit.

This is Danny.
He rides a wheelchair now.

He was lucky.
Still got his balls.

ID any of these guys?

Quarles and Tuck.

Dumb fucks. Re-enlisted.
They're in Kandahar.

Here's your boy Meadows.
Wasn't surprised when I heard.

Billy was living on
borrowed time.

He was tight with
these three.

Captain Dobbs.
Xavi Moreno.
Woody Woodrow.

Four amigos.
Fearless motherfuckers.

How about this?

So much cash
floating around
back then.

Most of it got diverted.

Corrupt motherfuckers.
Supposed to go for
schools and sewers.

Not to sound
too sanctimonious,

at lot of us lined up for
our turn at the trough, too.

How so?

Oh, everybody had
a little side action
going on.

Uh, arms, drugs, cash.

I heard tell of
a Jeep shipped home

with gold stashed in
every nook and cranny.

How do you get a Jeep
stuffed with gold
through customs?

You don't.
You go through
military channels.

You know, "Thank you for
your service, son."

They just
wave it on through.

All you need is
one guy on that end
to put it on the boat,

and one guy on this end
to take it off.

Those guys come cheap.

How about her?

She was on the base.

Didn't know her.
Couldn't tell you
her name.

Was she tight
with Meadows?

If they were,
they kept it a secret.

You gonna make
one of these for Meadows?

He's a casualty of
that fuckin' war,
isn't he?

De Oppresso Liber.
Billy Meadows.

De Oppresso Liber.

I've had to make
far too many of those calls

- over the years.
- Yeah.

You think it would
get easier, but, um--

I'm afraid I'm still not
very good at it.

From what I saw,
I think you are.

Can I, um...

ask you a question?

Yeah, sure.

I have to make
those calls.

Pay my respects to
victim's families,
officer's families.

Uh, are you asking me
why I do CRT?

I'm curious.

Many CRT volunteers
have some...

direct experience with
this sort of loss.

It gives them empathy.

- Um--
- I'm sorry, it's
none of my business.

I watched you
with that family,

and I just thought,
uh--

That we might have
something in common?

Yeah, I guess.

My little brother.

Gunned down
in a drive-by.

Four ABZ gangsters.
Kids his age.

I'm so sorry.

Killed my father.

He died
nine months later,

and then my mother,
she moved back to Seoul
to live with her sister.

But you stayed.

Yeah, this is my city,
I grew up here.

A friend told me about CRT,
and I thought,

maybe, just maybe,
it would--

And I was right.

Trying to help other people,
it helps me somehow.

At least sometimes.

I'm sure you know what
all that feels like, yeah?

Yes. I do.

You know, I, um--

I haven't been on a date
in 30 years.

- Um--
- Is, um--

Is that what this is,
a date?

Oh, Lord, no.
I mean--

Uh--
Uh--

But if I were to
ask you out...

What have you
got to lose?

Good luck with
your witness.

What you workin' on?

Science fair thing
with Jack.

Hasn't managed to
blow up the school yet?

Workin' on it.

Wait.

Was that small talk?

Hi, this is Annabelle.
Leave a message.

Annabelle,
this is Anita again.

We're still
waiting on you.

Please call us,
let us know what's
going on.

Thank you.

I have a bad feeling
about this.

What if something
happened to her?

You want I should
go check?

Do you mind?

Let me go see if
I can find her.

Car service for
Mr. Jack Edgar.

Thank you for
doing this for me.

Of course.
All set?

Hey, champ.
Ready?

Science fair awaits.

Don't you want to
see it first?

Absolutely. Go slow.
Remember your audience.

Dad, it's simple.
Really.

Remember that PEM?

Slow.

Polymer electrolyte
membrane.

You got it for me online.
It cost $87.

I remember that.

I used it to make
a hydrogen fuel cell

that propels
the vehicle.

- All I do is add water--
- Mm-hm.

The cell separates into
hydrogen and oxygen.

Zoom, zoom.

So, add water.
Zoom, zoom.

- Just water.
- And the flashing lights?

Gotta look cool.

Very cool, kid.
Very cool.

Annabelle.

You forgot our
appointment.

How did you find me?

Your neighbor
ratted you out.

Get dressed.
I'll wait for you.

I can't today.
I have a date.

Name a time.
I'll pick you up
any day this week.

Do we have to?
I already told you everything.

- I swear, there's--
- Not everything.

And yes, we have to.

Make sure you're ready
for trial.

Listen, uh,
I've changed my mind.
I can't do it.

- Annabelle.
- I can't.

I've decided
not to testify.

They found out,
didn't they?

- What?
- What you do.

In your other life.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Leah Camille.

They'll crucify me
in court.

Not if we
bring it up first.

Get it out of the way.

Admit it and move on.

And everyone will know
I'm a whore.

I understand why
you didn't tell us.

Please,
you have no idea.

Actually, I do.

When you came to us,
that took a tremendous
amount of courage.

I guess.

You told us you thought if
you'd come forward sooner,

that Donatella might
still be alive.

And what did I tell you?

- That it wasn't my fault.
- And it wasn't.

But if Andrew Holland
gets off,

he'll do it again.

I'm sorry.

Somebody got to her.

She say who?

No. Must be
Holland's people.

His lawyer or Rudy Tafero.

O'Shea is gonna
shit a brick.

I feel his pain.

Uh-huh.

What if the kid did?

What if he saw me?

Break.

Will you relax?
He didn't.

So why does he keep
talking to him?

'Cause he's got
nothin' else.

Nada.

Kid's not a problem.

- Yo, Merch.
- Woody Woodrow.

- My brother.
- What's up, brother?

Hey.

You're late.

- So, Merch.
- Captain D.

- How's it hangin'?
- Shit. You tell me.

This puppy is wired,
end to end.

You got us?

- Same as always.
- Ah, go Army.

Then we are golden.

Rock and roll,
brother.

Hey, Maddie, your
driving instructor's here.

Coming.

Be a good listener,
and drive carefully.

Well, it's easy if
your dad isn't clutching
the dashboard

like the plane's
going down in flames.

Much easier for
your dad, too.

Hey, you been messin' around
with my shrine here?

No. Why?

No reason.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Got a warrant?

I don't need a warrant for
what I'm gonna do to you

if you ever
toss my house again.

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.

Find what you were
lookin' for?

You're losing
your shit, Bosch.

I don't know who
stalked your house.

And stay away from
Annabelle Crowe

or I'll have the DA
ring you up for tampering.

I haven't talked to her,
I haven't touched her,

I haven't tampered with her,
much as I'd like to.

Bullshit. Do not
go near her again,

and do not contact her
in any way.

You got that?

Anything else?

My daughter, my house,

out of fuckin' bounds!

We clear?

Or what?

Or you won't see me comin'
'til it's over.

Bosch, I got 20 years
on the job.

You really think I couldn't
creep your crib

without leaving
footprints?

Wasn't me, brother.

Hey.
Look alive.

- Hey. How's it goin'?
- It's goin'.

What up?

Not much.
Out for a ride.

You in the mood
for a ride?

Where to?

I don't know.
There's a place.

Not too far.

Little more private.

Anything in particular?

I hope you're
bilingual.

Yeah, I am,
if the money's right.

Look, you're gonna have
such a good time,

you're gonna pay me.

Cool.

So, where we goin'?

There's a nice place.

Nobody will bother us.

What was that?

Wouldn't you rather have fun
than wait at a light?

Me, too.

Have we met before?

Pretty sure not.

I like you,
Sharkey.

How do you know that?

Because...

this has your name on it.

**

Bosch.

That kid you've been
dealing with, Thomas Niese.

Yeah.
Where is he?

Pedestrian tunnel at
the Hollywood Bowl.

- Harry.
- Yeah. On my way.

It's open.

Mads,
sorry to wake you up.

I gotta go out.
Won't take long.

It's not my case,
but I'm gonna go
take a look,

so get dressed.

- A crime scene?
- Crime scene.

- Cool.
- No, it's-- it's not cool.

That's why you're gonna be
waiting in the car.

Dad.

So much blood.

That's what happens when
the bleeders are cut.

Dad?

You okay?

Let's go home.

**

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