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- Almost done?
- Just about.

Take your break when you finish.

Will do.

Elizabeth Clayton.
As I live and breathe.

You said I could call any time.

Been a minute. How are you?

Everything okay?

Still sober, if you're asking.

Good to hear. What's up?

I saw a guy today at the store.

I'm not sure, but he looked
like this friend of Daisy's.

Got a name?

Alex something.

I wrote down his license plate.

Unless it's connected to
the case, I really can't...

He might know
what happened to her.

May take me a few days
to get back to you.

I'll text you the number.

You haven't forgotten about her,
have you, Harry?

Not for a day.

Stanley
Kent had a separate account.

Opened it last spring.

That's when he hired the P.I.

Paid him in May, again in June.

What else?

Two purchases from Cerberus Pro.

GPS tracker, and a picture frame
with a hidden micro spy cam.

To keep tabs on his wife.
Send me pics of both.

Roger that.

Same thing,

all four doors.

Chief?

You threw my people
under the bus.

It was taken out of context.

"LAPD responded with unnecessary

and disproportionate
use of force"?

You're not the only one
catching flak.

Internet's on fire. "Ruby Ridge
and Waco all over again."

Your agents acted
with reckless disregard.

Given the circumstances,
they reacted appropriately.

Really? Well, I've got
a wounded officer

in the hospital
who would disagree.

Don't you ever scapegoat
my department again.

You believe this shit?

I need to see our friend.

I'll call him.

Talk medicine, not politics.
Politics was off-limits.

Look, I'm a Democrat.
Stan was a libertarian.

- How far right?
- This side of Genghis Khan.

Anti-government.
Less is more, least is best.

We agreed to disagree.

- He hated paying taxes.
- Don't we all?

Wondering if he ever
paid taxes on this.

What's it for?

Hmm. A surgical sponge.

Disposable, cheap to make,

widely used.

And Alicia Kent holds
the patent on this?

Mm. PhD from Stanford.

Came up with a simple,
brilliant idea.

Before or after
she married Kent?

Before.

She retired early
on her royalties.

It's a golden spigot.

He have a share?

Fifty-fifty.

Generous of her.

He signed a prenup.

Marriage lasted longer than
five years... which it did...

He'd be fully vested,
which he was.

So most of their money was hers.

Stan's practice was successful,

but his wife's dough put them
in a whole 'nother bracket.

That cause friction at home?

Something wasn't right.

I asked if everything was okay.

He would change the subject.

He ever mention hiring
a private investigator?

A private eye? No, God, no.

Did he think Alicia
was having an affair?

What about him? He ever stray?

He'd have been a fool to do so.

The prenup had a morals clause.

He violated that, he would have
never seen another penny.

Chief, the Marcos
and Arias task force...

I want in.

Well, have you spoken
to Lieutenant Billets?

She okayed it.

Reached out to Captain Garwood.

- So what's the problem?
- I'm being slow-walked.

And you want me to intervene?

Yes, sir.

Why so interested?

A local businessman from Haiti,
Jacques Avril.

I believe he ordered
the murder of my C.I.

and used Marcos and Arias
to set it up.

Dwight Wise's son.

Marcos and Arias
were on Avril's pad.

We were closing in on them.
They were a liability.

I believe Avril
took them off the board.

I worry this is
too personal for you.

I speak the language.
I know the people.

I can help.

All right. I'll talk to Garwood.

Thank you, Chief.

Her robe was in the closet.

I brought it to her.

And yet there it is
on the chair.

What if this photo was staged?
What if her story's bullshit?

She killed her husband?

With her lover and made it
all about the cesium

and the sovereigns.

Why not just get a divorce?

Her patent's a money machine,
but it's community property.

She didn't want to share.

- That's cold.
- That's motive.

Start night of.

She was tied up twice...

Once for the demand photo and
then again later for the rescue.

That's where they blew it
with the robe.

- She pull the trigger?
- Her lover.

Sends Kent the photo,

meets him at the Overlook,
murders him,

then plants her car
at Waylon's shop,

goes back to the house,
ties her up again.

We find her the next day,
she gives us the 308 tattoo.

- That and her stolen car.
- And the missing cesium.

Sends us down the wrong road

chasing a bunch
of alt-right loons

that had nothing to do with it.

The murder weapon
at the Strout house,

how'd it get there?

I got an idea on that.
She get her cell phone back yet?

I had patrol drop it off.

Perfect.

A tap on Alicia Kent?

She's conspiring with someone.

Someone with access
and opportunity.

Not sure I like
what you're implying.

You think this will fly
with the judge?

It's a coin toss.
The framework is there.

Good luck with Judge Sobel.

Thank you, sir.

Come on.

Art Pepper. Hm.

He's got a song on this album
that he wrote for his daughter.

He wrote it because
he wasn't around much

when she was growing up.
My dad used to play it for me.

So you can relate?

Song's about you?

Used to be. Not anymore.

- I'd like to meet him.
- Art Pepper? He's dead.

No, your dad.

Mister Old School.

- Really?
- Yeah.

We should all grab
a bite sometime.

He's not the most social person.

I suck at small talk myself, so

maybe we'll just sit in silence.

In that case,
he might actually like you.

And that'd be a surprise?

- I'm gonna get this.
- You don't have a turntable.

I'll buy one.

- Got plans tonight?
- Get this wiretap signed,

- walk my dog.
- Thrilling.

You're like a monk
in a monastery up on that hill.

I dig wearing those robes.

I've noticed that you
and Bennett have become

- rather chummy these days.
- No comment.

I thought so.
Catch you tomorrow.

All right, partner.
Have a good one.

The deep state let you go.

Detective Harry Bosch.

Badge number 2997.
Get his plate.

That's enough.

Clear out so I can exit.

Not even pretending to be
a free citizen today, Detective?

Registration's almost expired.

Clear the driveway
so I can exit.

No seat belt. Damn shame.

Hope your daughter wears hers.

What did you say?

Young lady in her prime,
whole life ahead of her.

Get this, get this.

- The fuck did you just say?
- Harry!

Back the fuck up.

You mention my daughter again
and they'll be scraping you

off the pavement
with a fucking spatula.

Come on, man,
he's not even worth it.

Don't give 'em the satisfaction.

Get the fuck out of here.

- Go.
- Fucking pig.

So fire department won't go in
without a police escort.

Yeah, pussies.

Just 'cause the entire city's
in flames.

I know, right?

Least little riot. Alex.

Uh, we'll do another lap,

and, uh, turn the A/C up
a little, will you?

I love this place.

Red jackets.

Hundred years old,
still standing.

Like you.

Fuck you.

Where was I?

Running convoy
for the fire trucks.

Fifth fire of the night.

Nickerson Gardens.

They're throwing this shit
in the street,

you know, trash cans, tires.

So the motherless fucks
can take a pot shot at you

- when you have to stop.
- Which they do.

Fish in a barrel.
Bullets start flying.

Rounds are dinging off the hood,
so I slam it into reverse.

- Your partner?
- Hiding under the dashboard.

One round hits,

whole fucking car
vibrates like a gong.

You know, we were laughing
our ass off about it, but...

we make it around the corner,

stop to take a look.
We were shot to shit.

Lightbar blown to bits.

And the round?

Went through my door,
through the seat,

missed my liver by inches.

That is so lucky.

Luck of the Irish.

I mean, your liver's got to be
the size of a watermelon.

Fuck you.

That's ridiculous.

Leave my liver
out of this, will you?

A little thin
on probable cause, Detective.

Mrs. Kent conspired
with a federal agent?

The demand photo

was staged, Your Honor,
I can attest to that.

Alicia Kent gave us information
about the Three Oh Eights

clearly meant to steer
the investigation.

Doesn't mean she got
that information

from a federal agent.

She intersected with the FBI
several times in the months

before her husband's murder.

Safety protocols for Dr. Kent,

briefings about
who might target him

for his access
to nuclear materials.

If you make a case
off of this wiretap,

it lands in my courtroom.

I'm aware of that, Your Honor.

I don't want to find out that
I've been misled in any way.

I'll throw this case out

quicker than you can say,
"Jack Robinson."

- Understood.
- I hope you do.

This probable cause is so thin,

I'm not gonna give you
the two weeks you requested.

- Your Honor?
- 72 hours.

If you come up with something,
I'll extend it.

If not, you shut this down.

72 hours, Detective.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Ask you a question?

The night you were shot at,

scare you?

Shitless.

- Never felt so much alive.
- Oh. See,

that's the mentality.
People don't get that.

Ryano, you okay?

You don't look so good.

Fuck.

Hey, what's going on?

Fuck! I got a truck on me.

I'm gonna get you some help.
I've got this.

Hold on. Hold on, Ryano.

Wow. Look at all this.

Coffee's on the table.

Sit.

It's not Du-par's, but...

Looks great. Thank you.

Why do I feel like I'm the one
being buttered up here?

What? I can't make breakfast
for my dad?

Of course you can.

And thank you.

Uh, listen, uh, I had a run-in

with the sovereigns
at the station last night.

- What happened?
- The usual.

Uh, nothing of concern,
but if someone approaches you,

you get trolled online,
you feel threatened in any way,

I want you to tell me, okay?

Okay. I will.

So...

Antonio wants to meet you.

You made pancakes
to ask me that?

What do you think?

I usually get the distinct
impression I embarrass you.

Sometimes.

Sure. Okay.

- Why not?
- Great.

Just... don't say anything
offensive, please.

I promise to chew
with my mouth closed,

nod my head in all
the right places.

Thank you.

Testing visual for reference.

Target number one.

Confirmed. Houston,

we are wired for sight
and sound.

They say the
next few days are critical.

He's in good hands.

- Thanks for checking in.
- Hey, listen.

You tell that ornery S.O.B.
I'll visit him soon.

I will.

Thank you, Harry.

Okay. Bye.

How is he?

Uh...

Long night.

Fingers crossed.

Fuck this.

Be here 12 hours on my ass.

Have leg cramps.

Uh, wear pressure stockings.

I do.

You all right?

See him go down like that?

No.

H-He'll, he'll pull through.

Light a candle.

Don't they usually put it
under the wheel well?

Well, in the movies, they do.
With a magnet.

- Bunch of bullshit.
- It is?

First of all, a magnet
would knock down the signal.

Batteries die.
You need a power source.

The easiest way is the juice
line to the brake lights.

Runs the length of the car.

It's always hot.

The law almost always taps
the wire to the brake lights.

Which, lo and behold,
they have done.

What you want me to do with it?

Leave it.

Let them think
they know where I am.

Calacatta Gold.

- Italian.
- Thought you had the Carrara marble backsplash.

The Calacatta
is a more classic look.

Brian would divorce
me if I spent that kind of money.

Hey, handsome. How's it going?

So far, bubkes.

Long night, huh?

Endless.

You okay?

Not really.

You have to go see him, Harry.

I know. I plan to.

The grieving widow Kent
does quite a bit of texting.

Yeah, juicy stuff

probably won't happen
until the wee hours.

Let's stir the fucking pot,
shall we?

Hmm.

Shake, rattle and roll.

No sugar, right?

Yes.

Thank you.

So,

how can I help you, Detective?

When we close
a big case like this,

there's a press conference.

We usually like
to display pictures.

Helps put a face to the victim.

Those pictures,
can we borrow a few?

I could've had them delivered.
Saved you the trip.

No trouble.

Before I go, one last question.

You didn't mention your patent.

Which one?

The one that made you rich.

Well, why would I?
How is that relevant?

Money could be motive.

Cesium was the motive.

Right.

All right.

Thanks for your time.

Brenner.

Hey, it's me.

- Is this a bad time?
- Hold on,

let me close my door.

Go ahead.

That detective was here again.

Bingo.

"Felix Mariama"?

Thought I was meeting
with Mr. Avril.

He's busy.

So am I.

I didn't come here to talk
to anybody but the boss.

Sorry you wasted your time.

- Give him a message.
- I'm listening.

I move a lot of product.

Mr. Avril has a select
client list.

It'll be worth his while.

So why come to us?

What's wrong with
your current situation?

My guy got greedy.

Hmm.

Always such a temptation.

So much sugar every day.

So sweet.

So sticky. Irresistible.

Now his widow runs the business.

And I need a new partner.

- Reece.
- We need to meet.

In the middle of something.
Can you come by?

Can't talk at your office
and this is not

a phone conversation.

Where?

His lieutenant took the meeting.

We knew there'd be layers.

This might take a while.

Slow and steady wins the race.

What's your gut?

I think they'll take the hook.

- How's your legend?
- Impeccable.

Koreatown murder
a few months ago?

Massage parlor robbery?

Couple of knuckleheads
killed the owner.

Felix Mariama was behind that.

It doesn't mean anything.
She can explain that away.

A sovereign hung the robe up
after taking the photo.

Or her accomplice/lover did.

A sovereign makes more sense

than a secret
law enforcement lover.

I dropped by her house
earlier today

to rattle her cage.

Thought we were
working this case together.

You should also know
we're up on her phone.

Coming awfully close
to undermining

a federal investigation,
Detective.

Know who she called when I left?

Jack Brenner.

Brenner and Alicia Kent?
Seriously?

This case was never about
domestic terrorism.

It's about a murder.

Who benefits? Alicia Kent
gets to keep her fortune,

Brenner gets Alicia.

And with the sovereigns down,
he scores a career win, too.

There was a massage parlor
murder last spring that fits.

Koreatown.

Are the police investigating?

Case remains open.

Continye.

Keep looking.

Got a moment?

Come in.

Just had
an interesting conversation

with Detective Bosch.

About?

He says Alicia Kent
might've had something to do

with her husband's murder.

What makes him say that?

He believes
she was having an affair.

And that she and her lover
killed Kent

and framed the sovereigns.

Who's her lover?

Bosch thinks law enforcement.

Because?

Had to be someone
with access and opportunity

to plant the murder weapon
at the Strout house.

Does he have proof?

Nothing concrete. Yet.

So speculation.

He's up on her phone.

And we're just
learning about it now?

It surprised me, too.

He comes to you again on this...

let me know.

Sir.

Check out this baby.

Damn.

Camera's tiny.

Battery might be fried.

Not if it's motion activated.

- No SD card.
- What does that mean?

If it recorded any footage,

the data's not stored
on this device.

Where is it, then?

Could be in the cloud.

Offsite storage.
I'll get into it.

Ballistics?

They recovered two .45s
at the scene.

Gunmen tossed and walked away.

You'll love this:

From the same batch of guns
Marcos and Arias

stole from evidence
and sold back on the streets.

Reap what you sow.

Perfect "fuck you."

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

Where's my daughter?

She stepped out
to make some calls.

You need anything?

Hooker. Bottle of tequila.

We can make TJ in under two.

Start the car.
I'll run out in my gown.

Been here long?

Nah.

I talked to your doctor.

Just a stent.

Could have been worse.

You could be dead.

I'm fine.

It's time to make some changes.

You, too, now?

Fuck you.

You're gonna go on a diet,

take your pills,

exercise.

Another asshole walking the mall
at 7:00 a.m.

I'll join you.

I'm sorry you're
going through this, pal.

Hey, man.

It's part of the deal.

Start you guys off
with some drinks?

I'm thinking
the Ultimate Margarita.

Can I see some I.D.?

I left it in my car.

Dad'll vouch.

I'll have a Coke.

Gentlemen?

Fat Tire, please.

Same. Thank you.

Really, nice try.

Eventful week, huh?

- Never a dull moment. Same with your job.
- Yeah.

I like the challenge.
Every day is different.

Oh, I get that.

We went over
to the Record Parlour.

- Checked out some vinyl.
- Nice.

Fred Morgan.

The comeback stuff after prison.
It's pretty cool.

You mean Frank Morgan?

Yeah. Frank Morgan.

Sorry. I've actually never heard
a note by Frank Morgan.

Really?

Maddie says
you really like jazz,

so I googled it.

I'm not very good at small talk.

Thanks.

By the way,

I don't trust anyone who is.

She coached you, didn't she?
Told you to order a Fat Tire.

Plead the Fifth.

Smart man.

To Fred Morgan.

Problem?

No problem.

You seem disappointed.

Give you a car full of money.

And that's your money back.

That's half my money back.

50 cents on the dollar.
You know the deal.

Still a damn racket.

So there isa problem.

Another satisfied customer.

Chief.

It appears you've
stirred up a hornet's nest.

Wiretap's working.

Jack Brenner
would like you to stand down.

- What did you say?
- I thanked him for the call.

Told him I'd look into it.

And?

Keep the pressure on, Detective.

Yes, sir.

Till she cracks.

I ran the plate.

This your guy?

God.

It is.

Alex Sands.

Who is he?

Daisy's boyfriend.

He isn't in the murder book.

Did you mention him to the cops?

I thought I did.
I gave them a bunch of names.

Friends she ran with.

Street kids.

You said he might know
what happened to her.

She was staying with him
at the end.

They were together a lot.

Know anything
about their relationship?

How he treated her?

It's not like we had

a lot of mother-daughter time.

You know,
getting our nails done,

- talking about boys.
- Oh, right.

You gonna talk to him?

I'll look into it.

Ever since I saw him,

she's been on my mind.

You'd think
after all this time...

You need to talk
to your sponsor.

I did.

I dreamed of her last night.

It was the first time
in God knows how long.

After she died,

she was in my dreams
all the time.

It's weird...

when you lose someone

and then, eventually,

as time goes by,

you just don't dream
about them much anymore.

You know what I mean?

I-I do.

Do you dream much?

Not so much.

Eh...

Hardly ever.

Once in a while.

Do you...

remember them when you do?

Never.