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Turn the page?

It's all there, signed
by your lawyer and the D.A.

Plead to manslaughter, take
your chances with the judge.

11-year max, right?

Right.

Okay. Shoot.

Start with the house
where you took the girls

and the man you gave them to.

Mariposa, south of Santa Monica.

The house at the end
of the street.

Um, the guy you're looking for
is named Hector Cruz.

What's the security setup?

Two, three guys.

- Weapons?
- Never seen them, but yeah,

sure, they're strapped.
They're cartel.

- Cameras?
- Cameras.

Yeah, they got cameras.

But pro tip,
you drive up there in a van

and you'll get right up on them.

They get a lot of vans

- coming and going.
- All right.

Edge, get your people,
take the surveillance van.

- Roger that.
- Pierce, Vega, you're backup.

Call me as soon as it's secured.

If this asshole's lying,
I want to know about it.

You got it.

Tell me about Daisy Clayton.

Daisy was a clusterfuck.

I wanted to take her,
not kill her.

- What went wrong?
- What didn't?

I mean, the first time,
it was a scam. It was a setup.

Her boyfriend jumps out of the
closet with his fucking camera

and gets my I.D.

There's nothing
I could do about it.

Must've pissed you off.

Well, I got over it.

And next time?

I see Daisy on the street,

and I talk her into my van.

Little street whore
had a knife in her sock.

And?

Well, I had to fucking
defend myself.

It was her or me, man.

So I grabbed the knife
and I-I cut her.

It was self-fucking-defense.

You cut her throat
in self-defense.

Yeah, that's why
I better not be getting

no 11 years for this shit.

The whole, the whole thing
was on her.

No sign of Cruz,
but we got a line on him.

Intel's legit. We rescued three.

- Good work.
- But I.T.,

there's room in the house
for a whole lot more.

Lock it down.

They rescued three.

Soaked her in bleach

to get rid of the DNA.

The sex was her idea.

14-year-old girl.

I knew no one would believe me.

And?

And then I drove around
for a while

trying to come up with a plan.

Go on.

I'd cleaned one
of the Butcher's crime scenes,

so I thought I could
just sort of

slip Daisy into the lineup,
you know?

That's enough for now.

You better hope you serve
all 11. Every minute of it.

No matter how long
or short it is,

I'm gonna be there when you get
out, waiting for you, you fuck.

And you won't see me coming.

Count on it.

Jerry.

Can you book him for me?
Something I got to to do.

- No problem.
- Thanks, brother.

What did you say to him
in there?

After you cut the feed?

Told him to have
a pleasant stay in prison.

- What are you doing with that?
- Returning it.

Her mother?

Well, make sure
to tell her about

the three girls we did save.

Like it'll make a difference.

Liz?

Liz?

Liz.

Oh, shit.

Oh, no.

First my son, and now Dwight.

What do I do, Jerry?

What am I supposed to do now?

They were my whole life.

What about your church?

Maybe there's somebody there
you can talk to.

Lean on.

There is. I-I, I can.

I thank God for them.

You can call me anytime.

Thank you. I-I will.

Naomi, I'm so sorry, but I-I
have to ask you a few questions.

I am so sorry.

Oh, it's-it's, it's all right.

You-you do what you have to do.

After he picked up your things
from the church,

did he say where he was going?

No.

You-you told the detectives
he left me a note.

A few days ago.

He said to give this to you
if anything should happen.

I-It's like he knew
what was coming.

Officials
stress that although the two-acre fire

is not fully contained,
the chance of it spreading

to nearby structures
remains low,

and dying winds will help
further mitigate that risk.

Now breaking news in
the L.A. city mayoral campaign.

At a hastily-called press
conference this morning

outside his Hancock Park home,
Chief Irving announced

he is bowing out
of the mayoral race

and throwing his support
to Councilwoman Susanna Lopez.

- The popular police chief's endorsement...
- ¿Qué pasa?

Is expected to vault Lopez
to a commanding lead

over Valley businessman Jack
Killoran among likely voters.

After his statement, Chief
Irving took the time to answer

a few questions
regarding his decision.

She's honest and has the city,
not herself, as priority one,

which is what L.A. needs now.

And I think it's about time
this city had a Latina mayor.

I look forward to working
with her, as chief of police.

Chief Irving,
please, just one question...

You think I'm just
gonna let you hand the election to Lopez?

I take it you got my answer.

Making a big mistake, Irv.

I still have the tape.

Jack, as an ex-politician,

I'd advise you
to save your dignity.

Now, you release the tape now
and you reveal yourself

to be a vindictive
political hack.

And I expose your attempt
to extort me,

which could have
legal ramifications.

Take my advice:

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Who was that?

The car czar.

Wishing me luck.

So...

are we happy?

Yes.

It's the right thing to do.

That's all that matters.

Harry.

Sorry to hear
about Elizabeth Clayton.

Yeah. Me, too.

Blamed herself,

couldn't bear the guilt,
or the fact the system

placed such a low value
on her child's life.

Her killer cuts a deal
for 11 years for what he did.

So it goes.

- Hey, there.
- Hey, Michael.

What up?

- Harry.
- Yeah?

I want you to look at something.

Letter Dwight Wise left me.

"When the system fails,

righteous men rise up."

What do you think it means?

It means you got to do
what you got to do.

That look like
self-defense to you?

Detective,
we have been through this.

- Dillon will do time.
- 11 years for a child's life.

In exchange for his intel
and his testimony,

we have taken down a major
human trafficking operation.

Cruz is in custody,
we saved three girls,

and who knows how many more
in the future. That's a win.

We didn't save
that girl's mother.

A damn shame, a tragedy.

What about the other nine?
I recovered a dozen IDs.

And we are working those names.

Cruz and his crew are going down
for a very long time.

It's the greater good,
Detective.

If we could prove Daisy
didn't carry a knife,

it wasn't self-defense,

he's caught in a lie,
his deal is dead.

We can try him for murder
and really get the greater good.

We have some measure
of justice here, Detective.

We have to live with that.

You know, somebody once said,

"When the system fails,
righteous men will rise up."

But not here, I guess.

Shame on us.

It's like I can't move on.

It haunts me, his evil spirit.

I just... I can't get rid of it.

Nobody bats a thousand.

Hey, you did the best you could.

It's just different
when you know for a fact

who the guy is
and what he's done.

And nothing you can do about it.

He's playing you,
laughing at you.

I can see the look on his face.

Put it behind you, Jed.

Yeah. Easier said.

I know.

Earth to Dad.

- Don't burn mine.
- Charred steak

is the one thing I can make.
Check the potatoes?

There's a fine line
between charred and burned.

I would never cross that line.

All I'm saying is,
it'll be really cool

to see her do her thing
in court.

It's a murder case, Mads,
not a sporting event.

I know that.

What, I can't admire
a strong woman

who's really good
at what she does?

Trying to get guilty people off,
I find that hard to admire.

Here we go again.
She's just doing her job.

Just to be clear,

Money Chandler's
representing a killer,

someone who planned
the death of her husband.

Chandler is manipulating
the system so that her client

doesn't have to answer
for her crime.

- That's not cool.
- No, I get it.

When she's representing you,
she's cool,

and when she's representing
anybody else, she's not.

"Patricia." Art Pepper.

Girl knows her jazz.

I told Antonio about this song.

I told him he wrote it
as an apology to his daughter.

I guess you could
look at it that way.

Accepted.

Can I ride with you
to court tomorrow?

It'll save me a ton in parking,
and if you still have work,

I can Uber back
and still come out ahead.

Sure.

- Night.
- Night.

Grace?

Harry, I'm headed
to South Bureau.

I. Edgar's been in
an off-duty OIS.

I don't know
all the details yet.

Jesus. What the hell happened?
Is he okay?

He's fine,

- but there are two dead.
- Who?

Jacques Avril
and Remi Toussaint.

Jerry wants you to be his rep

at the FID interview.

Yeah. Yeah. On my way.

I was parked
outside Avril's house.

I saw a man walk up the drive,
Remi Toussaint.

- Remi Toussaint?
- Avril's right-hand man.

He cut down the side
of the house

and went to the back.

I got out of my car
and I followed him.

What were you doing at Avril's?

I had some questions
I needed to ask.

About?

The unsolved murder
of my CI, Gary Wise.

And why did you follow
Toussaint?

I knew he was there
to kill Avril.

I wanted to stop it.

But you just described him
as Avril's right-hand man.

Toussaint knew too much.

He knew Avril
wasn't gonna let him live,

so he decided to strike first,

take Avril by surprise.

Okay, so you followed Toussaint.
What happens next?

I heard shots.

I drew my weapon

and went in.

Did you identify yourself?

No, I did not.

- Why not?
- It was the tactically sound move

to make. He would've been
a sitting duck

with the city lights behind him.

- Were you there, detective?
- No.

It's your role here to advise,
not answer questions.

Even if the questions
are bullshit?

- Harry, I got this.
- Go on.

What did you do next?

I started searching the house.

There were boxes everywhere.

Avril was getting ready
to split.

Stepped into a hallway,
I could smell

the gunpowder. I followed it.

I found Toussaint.

Shot in the head.

And where was Avril?

I didn't know.

I retraced my steps
and went back into the hallway.

He ambushed me.

I was fired on
and then I returned fire.

And how many rounds
did you fire?

Two, three.

It happened fast.

I looked up and I saw
he had me on camera.

He knew exactly where I was.

That's when I identified myself
as a police officer.

I called out.

Toussaint came to kill me.

You saw him.

If that's so,
you have nothing to worry about.

The government will protect you.

Now put down your weapon!

Avril!

Very well.

I will trust you.

And I will surrender.

He still had
the gun in his hand.

He brought it down...

How many times?

Twice.

Double tap. I didn't miss.

Okay.

You have his story.
Can he finish this up later?

We're almost done.

At what point
did you call for backup?

- I didn't.
- Why not?

I was in my private car.
I didn't have a rover.

What about your cell phone?

I'd left it home by mistake.

Okay. I think
that's enough for now.

I'll get back to you
with any additional questions

that come up.

Make sure you have
your cell with you.

No problem.

It's been a long night, Jerry.

I think that Harry
can handle court today

- if you want the time.
- I'll be there, I.T.

- Are you sure?
- 100%.

You gonna be all right?

Fine, Harry.

Jerry.

I know what you did.

- What are you talking about?
- Come on, man.

You don't leave your phone home
unless you're trying

to avoid leaving
a digital trail.

Harry...

I just hope, before you saw
Toussaint show up,

that you had decided
that it was the wrong thing.

What you were thinking.

What you went there to do.

The wrong thing.

That's what Dwight Wise meant
about righteous men rising up.

Harry, uh...
I just forgot my phone.

That's it.

Okay, partner.

Okay.

How long before
they notice this stuff is gone?

Hopefully never.

The armory does monthly audits,
but I have a guy.

We served in Afghanistan
together.

He'll run misdirection
and interference.

- You can trust him?
- Yeah, I don't have to.

He's compromised. He rats on me,
he rats on himself.

Hmm.

Okay, now it's set
for speed dial.

You flip it open,
and you press number one.

Make sure you have at least
50 yards separation to be safe.

Yeah.

I'll be long gone.

- Where are we going so early?
- Science camp.

- Forgot about science camp.
- I?

- What's up?
- Nothing.

Just wanted to see my boys.

What's up with
science camp, fellas?

- It's all AI this year.
- We're making robot rats

that can find
its way out of a maze.

And we got to go.

Okay, well, be good, boys.

- Shotgun.
- What? Wait,

- you had it yesterday.
- Just get in.

'Cause I called it yesterday.

- You okay, I?
- I'm fine.

Okay.

Maybe someday they'll invent
a robot detective

that can solve murders

and not get pulled
into the abyss.

Abyss?

What happened?

We'll talk about it later.
You need to go.

Open it.

Okay.

You happy, Detective?

Now I am.

- Thought I was late.
- Waiting for the judge.

You see Reece?
She's supposed to be here.

- Uh-uh.
- I'm gonna call her.

- Bosch.
- Where are you?

Blair may need
to put you on the stand.

I can't make it. We're working
a credible terrorist threat.

- What kind of threat?
- I can't get into it.

But the tip came through
the sheriff's department.

- From who?
- Snitch at men's central.

Anyway, it's all hands
on deck here, I got to go.

You just have to win the day
in court on your own.

Harry. Showtime.

Let you know how it goes.

Nice of you to join us,
Detective Bosch.

My apologies, Your Honor.

We're back on the record
in The People V. Alicia Kent.

There is a defense motion
to suppress before the court.

Ms. Chandler, it's your motion.

Do you have witnesses

or do you wish to proceed
to oral arguments?

Uh, Your Honor, we have
witnesses and the defense

would like to start by calling
Detective Harry Bosch.

Very well. Detective Bosch.

Your prostate must be
the size of a donut.

I wish.
Grapefruit, more like it.

Before this
court shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

Reviewing the murder book,
I noticed that in

the demand photo
sent to Stanley Kent,

Alicia Kent's robe was thrown
over the back of a chair.

But when I entered
the bedroom and freed Mrs. Kent,

her robe was in the closet.

She asked me to retrieve it,
and I did.

And based on that,

you believed
she'd murdered her husband?

Not based solely on the photo.
There was other evidence.

Detective Bosch,
didn't this discrepancy

between the demand photo
and your memory

send you into a tunnel

in which you could
only see Alicia Kent

as a suspect
and not the victim she was?

I'm sorry. Could you repeat
the question, please?

Isn't it a fact
you had tunnel vision?

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Your own report said the private
investigator never confirmed.

Mrs. Kent was having
an affair, correct?

Correct.

And yet in your
search warrant application,

you didn't mention that.

Barrel, what?

Heather Strout.
She just got on the elevator,

but her backpack is still here.

- You're sure she left?
- Yes, and I got news for you.

Her sovereign pal is a sheriff's
deputy working in the building.

Name's Hughes.

Shit. Everybody out.
We have a bomb.

Everybody out.

- Go, go, go.
- Hurry!

Dad...

- Maddie...
- Maddie, go. Get out.

Get out! Go!

Anybody in that holding cell?

Empty. I got the Bomb Squad
on its way.

No time. Open that door.
Clear the floor.

- Dad!
- Maddie!

Dad?

Dad?!

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Dad...

are you okay?

I've got you. I've got you.

You gotta go, Mads.

No, I'm staying with you.

Only law enforcement allowed
in the building.

They're looking for a bad guy.
It's not safe.

- I'm fine. Now, you gotta go.
- Let me take you down, Maddie.

- Your father's right.
- Go on, honey, go. Go, go, go.

Harry. We got him. Downstairs.

Where's Heather Strout?

We got a BOLO out. Nothing yet.

Thanks.

Ah, shit.

I found the backpack
with the pamphlets in it.

It was in his locker.

Which you opened
without my permission.

Illegal government intrusion.

Exigent circumstances,
motherfucker.

- Where is Heather Strout?
- I want a lawyer.

My daughter was in that
courtroom, you piece of shit.

You want a lawyer,
you tell us where she is.

Sacrifices need to be made,
Bosch.

Like in any revolution.

Government is the enemy.

There's bound to be
collateral damage.

It can't be helped.

Save your crazy bullshit.
Where is she?

Revolution.

Harry, what?

Reece said they were working
a credible threat.

A tip, from a jailhouse snitch
through the sheriff's.

It's you.

They just wanted to make sure
all hands were on deck

at the task force,
everybody in one place.

Maximum carnage.

There's a second bomb.

- Reece.
- Reece, it's Bosch.

Heather Strout's coming to you.
She's got a bomb.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

Shit.

Heather Strout,

it's over.

Step out of the car,

kneel down,
and raise your hands.

I'll never kneel to you people.

Heather, put down the phone.

Nobody got hurt
at the courthouse.

You don't have to do this.

Heather,

step out of the car.

Think.

Heather, put down the phone.

Important?

Hannah Blair.

Sobel dismissed
the defense motion.

Wiretap evidence comes in.

- You surprised?
- Not really.

She authorized it
in the first place.

She didn't buy Chandler's
argument you misled her?

Because I didn't.

You know, Dad,

what you and your friends
did today...

Part of the job.

I changed my mind.

About law school?

No. I still want
to go to law school.

About which table
I want to sit behind.

Maybe one day you can hook 'em
and I can cook 'em.

What are you gonna tell
Money Chandler?

That I want to intern
for her next summer.

A good prosecutor should
know how to think

like a defense attorney.

So... how much time
do you have off?

Grace says I can take
as much time as I want.

Can we go down to Borrego?

To the cliff?

Sure.

Just give me a couple of days.

I got a feeling I'm gonna be
sore tomorrow,

and there's something
I gotta do the day after.

Okay.

Very well... I will trust you.

And I will surrender.

And on the day of judgment,
raise her up...

To dwell with your saints
in paradise...