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[Demetriou] That's right.

With short notice
to the media and public,

the police commission is meeting
in special session this morning

to consider a measure
that would give

Chief Irvin Irving
a second term.

With more than a year
still to go in his first term,

this morning's vote could mean

another five-year term
for the chief

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Live in Downtown L.A.,
Pete Demetriou...

[Bosch] Jesus.

Looks like something horrible
happened here.

Smells like it, too.

Yeah, I bought my snitch
a late-night burrito.

I see he returned the favor.

[scoffs] In Technicolor.

So this phone call you got
last night... who'd you talk to?

Agent Nidi from
the joint gang task force.

Lay off Las Palmas.
Keep away from El Cholo.

Why El Cholo?

Las Palmas has
their big sit-downs there.

They get a private room.

Nidi said LAPD?

From the very top.

- In cahoots with the Bureau.
- Yeah.

Smells like it to me.

Smells like what you got
right there, brother.

[chuckles]

Light a candle, Collins.

That smell? Never goes away.

Thanks for the tip.

Two for, two against.

Mr. Delgado?

Aye.

[woman] The vote is
three to two.

The measure passes.

Congratulations, Chief.

Thank you.

I look forward to continuing
my service to this great city

and instituting reforms

that will lead to
more effective crime suppression

and better community relations.

And with that,

we adjourn this special meeting
of the commission.

[quiet chatter]

[female reporter] Thank you
for that.

Let's go back to Pete Demetriou
in Downtown L.A.

with breaking news.

[Demetriou] The L.A.
Police Commission

has voted Chief Irvin Irving
a second five-year term.

Former Deputy Chief
Nestor Delgado

cast the deciding vote
in Irving's favor.

Live in Downtown L.A.,

Pete Demetriou,
KNX 1070 News Radio.

[Edgar] Harry.

Irving just got re-upped.

I don't even know
what that means.

Police commission.

They just gave him
another five years.

What the fuck?

And Delgado voted for him.

What do you think it means?

Above my pay grade.

But I know how it looks.

Looks like the fix is in.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
- ♪ Can't let go ♪

♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪

♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪

- ♪ Can't let go ♪
- ♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪

- ♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
- ♪ Can't let go, can't let go ♪

♪ Got a feeling that I can't let go ♪

- ♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
- ♪ Can't let go, can't let go ♪

♪ Can't let go ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Like me ♪

I just don't know why you won't
at least talk to a lawyer.

I don't like lawyers.

What those bastards did to you?

The city and the department
would pay big bucks

just to keep it
out of the media.

You could retire.
We could travel.

Hey, if you want to travel,
take a fucking trip.

I just want you to get
what you deserve.

I have a career,
and I would like to keep it.

If I sue the department,
I am dead in the department.

That is what this whole thing
was about: power.

And now that I have some,

I am going to use it
to get everything I can,

- in the department.
- I just think that if you...

I am done with
this conversation.

[Kent Shocknek] LAX is
one of three U.S. airports

where CDC staffers
are checking passengers

arriving from Wuhan, China,

for symptoms of
a mysterious new virus

that's killed two
and infected dozens.

- Great. All we need.
- What, babe?

- Nothing.
- Not since the Ebola outbreak,

six years ago,
has the CDC done...

The world's going to hell.

What else is new?

What are you looking at?

The LAPD application portal.

No way.

Are you serious?

I don't know.

Maybe.

It's just...

you all do something
that matters.

- What am I doing with my life?
- You keep saying that.

I know.

Sorry. You must be
tired of hearing it.

You'll find something.

It'll come to you.

That's easy for you to say.
You know your path.

And I have to take it right now.

I'll see you tonight?

- Talk then.
- Sure.

No, I'm sorry. [sighs]

Let's let cooler heads
prevail, okay?

Come in. Listen, I've got to go.

Um, let's talk tonight?

Yeah, uh, make a reservation.

Wherever you want.

All right. Bye.

- [sighs]
- Hear about Irving?

I guess I was reading the
city hall tea leaves all wrong.

You and everybody else.
What do you think it means?

I have no idea, Harry.

I am just keeping my head down.

- Homicide transfers set yet?
- Almost.

Just waiting for O'Brien to make
up his mind about who he wants

at West Bureau, but I don't
think you have to worry.

- Can I make a suggestion?
- I will pass it along.

[Reece] You are
a dog with a bone.

[Bosch] Something's about
to go down with Peña.

Bureau's in the thick of it.

I need to know
the what and when.

I told you I tried.

All right?
Got as far as I could.

Peña as good as
lit the match on that fire.

They're gonna let him walk.

Set him up with a new name
in a new place.

Let him go legit.

Sonia Hernandez, her mother

and the three other victims
are in the ground, forever.

Some kind of big meeting's
about to go down.

- And they brought in CIT.
- Critical Incident Team?

I thought they were only brought
in in mass casualty events.

Or mass arrests.

[inhales deeply]

[horn honks]

Nice of the Times to let us
use the cafeteria.

Coffee sucks, but it's better
than what's brewing over at RHD.

[chuckles] Detective Bosch,
what can I do for you?

Read your online account
about the chief

getting a second term
this morning.

Yeah? What about it?

Seemed kind of like
the coffee here.

- Weak, tepid.
- [chuckles]

I had to post something
before I got scooped.

But don't worry,
there's more coming.

Yeah? Like what?

Bosch, why would I tell you
before I post it?

I work for the paper, not you.

'Cause I kind of figured
you'd like me to owe you one.

[sighs]

[clears throat]

I'm running down a rumor

that, in exchange
for the extension,

Irving squelched
a possible investigation

into the mayor's campaign.

Misuse of funds.

So he strong-armed the mayor.

And the mayor leans on Delgado
to change his vote.

It's a beautiful thing.

And now you owe me one.

Old news.

It was in your paper
during the campaign.

Feds looked into it,
filed no charges.

Uh, doesn't mean
they didn't find anything.

It just means
they didn't make a case.

So there's a file.

- Have you seen it?
- No.

But I'll bet you Irving has.

So Irving gets ahold
of the FBI file,

threatens to reopen the
investigation as a state case,

uses that to pressure the mayor.

So the question is:

What did Irving give the FBI
in return for the file?

Was there a quid pro quo
with the Feds?

- There's always a quid pro quo.
- [chuckles]

[quiet chatter]

[phone ringing in distance]

Congratulations, Chief.

- Chief.
- Lieutenant.

I hear congratulations
are in order.

Thank you.

So, what can I do
for you, Chief?

Just checking to see how
you're doing after the, uh...

unpleasant business with Captain
Cooper and the other officers.

Well, my partner thinks
that I should hire a lawyer

and go after Cooper
and the department in court.

And what did you say
to your partner?

I said I would think about it,

but that the department
is my home.

I'd like to wait and see
what happens first.

See if changes are made.

And whether I would be
in a position

to see that those changes
are implemented.

You know,

I need someone
to fill Cooper's spot.

I'd like it to be you.

I've done
the acting captain thing before.

Doing the job without
the bar on the collar.

This would be a step toward
a permanent assignment.

We both know that I didn't
exactly ace the orals.

I don't think that'll be
a problem this time.

You've shown yourself to be
a remarkable team player...

Captain.

Well, Chief, I don't know
what to say.

I think you'll find that
this promotion will be only

a brief stop in your steady
rise in the department.

Thank you, sir.

Keep this on the down low

until I make the announcement
next week.

Yes, sir.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[exhales slowly]

Sonia Hernandez.

What?

East Hollywood fire.

Little girl.

Her name was Sonia Hernandez.

I know who she is.
What about her?

I know what you did.

Excuse me?

I know you made a deal
with the Feds.

We lay off Peña, you get what
you need to keep your job.

You don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

I know this department
doesn't give a fuck about Sonia,

her mother or the other victims.

You got the killers, Bosch,
and that is justice

for Sonia Hernandez
and the others.

That's not justice
when Mickey Peña walks away.

Hard decisions had to be made.

The best outcome
has been achieved.

You mean for you, right?

Long as you get your
five years tacked on,

all good and bright
in the City of Angels.

Fuck you.

That's your last free one,
Bosch.

[engine starts]

- [door closes]
- Nothing's ever free.

[vehicle drives off]

There are several steps.

You'll have an initial
interview, which will be

evaluated along with
your application.

At that point, you will be
notified by e-mail

if you've been chosen to begin
the full application process.

I understand.

Every applicant is assigned
an LAPD mentor.

As your mentor, I'm gonna
guide you through the process

- and answer any questions you might have.
- Okay.

- You're a legacy candidate.
- Yes. My father.

Hollywood Homicide.

For now. It's gonna be
disbanded soon,

so he's not sure
where he'll end up.

Tell me why you want to be
a police officer.

I want to do something
with my life.

Something that makes
a difference.

And I want to help people
when they need it the most.

- Hey.
- S'up, homeboy?

Long time no see.
Sorry I'm late.

What's, uh... What is up
with the spycraft?

I just wanted to see if either
of us picked up a tail.

Oh, you told me
to keep it confidential,

I kept it confidential.

How are things at CIT?

Oh, staying busy, like always.

W-Why am I here, Bosch?

CIT's covering a Las Palmas 13
summit,

- and I want to be there.
- Who told you that?

My guess is it's at El Cholo.

All I need from you
is day and time.

You didn't answer my question.

It's a major RICO op.

- They made a deal with Mickey Peña.
- Who did?

LAPD and the Bureau.

You and your team are gonna
protect Peña

when they take down the summit.

He sets up this meeting,

wears a wire,
testifies at trial,

and they're gonna let him
fucking walk on five murders,

including a ten-year-old girl.

The East Hollywood fire?

Yeah, I heard they made
arrests on that.

Foot soldiers.

- Peña ordered it done.
- You have the evidence?

I have a co-conspirator.

It's enough to charge him,

- if I can get to him.
- Mm.

I need your help.

Time and location.

I scoop Peña after the meeting.

FBI gets their case,
and I get mine.

No, it's not our investigation.

I don't know all the details
of your case...

What other details do you need?

A ten-year-old girl died,
alone, calling for her mother.

The Bureau's gonna let
Peña fuckin' walk

because he's setting up
gangbanger narcos

and prison bosses.

In what world is that the better
choice or the greater good?

It's not my case.

I know. It's mine.

I'm counting on you
to do the right thing.

- [indistinct chatter]
- [phone rings]

- Juan.
- Jefe.

Buenos noches, Juan.

Have a great night, Lieutenant.

She's gone.

[Pierce] PM Watch. You gotta be
fucking kidding me.

Hey, you got the late show.

Midnight shift detective.

Oh, the places you'll go.

Old days, we would have called
that the graveyard shift.

Fuck me.
I can't believe this.

[chuckles]

[Mankiewicz] He'll be all right.

Harry.

- Yeah?
- What the fuck?

How'd you get West Bureau
and I get RHD?

That makes no sense.

It makes perfect sense.

You're gonna kick
some serious ass down there.

Did you have something
to do with this?

You overestimate my powers
of persuasion.

Everybody going to Musso's?

No, seriously,
you're gonna love it, kid, okay.

You get to handle everything
that comes up, right?

I mean, everything
from homicides to homeless

taking a dump
in somebody's backyard.

I don't think you're helping
sell the situation.

Hey, I met my first wife
on the late show.

Domestic disturbance,
I roll up, she's buck naked.

She's got a guy in a headlock
for trying to backdoor her.

[laughter]

Domestic disturbance
to domestic bliss.

Only on the night watch.

That one didn't last too long.

Did any of 'em?

- I had a pretty good run on number three.
- Mm.

Or-or was it four?

Uh, you've only been
married three...

No, no, no, I'm counting
common law.

I mean, he's Harry Bosch.
It's intimidating.

I don't know how you two
lasted so long.

Well...

Harry's Harry.

There's no better partner.

You'll be fine.

I wish it was you, Jerry.

We'd have made a good team.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Cheer up, youngblood.

Let me buy you a martini.
Musso's is famous for 'em.

Would you be happy going
from Homicide to the late show?

I'd be miserable.

Things change.
Just have to hold fast.

That's easy for you to say.

You're going to West Bureau
with Vega.

Grey Goose up, no olives.

No olives means more alcohol
in the glass.

That's the plan.

Put it on my tab.

Thanks.

You're gonna be all right.

- [Mankiewicz] Hey.
- [Maddie] Hey.

- How are you?
- How are you?

- Have you seen my dad?
- Ah. - Yeah.

- End of the bar.
- Okay.

- Hey, Maddie.
- Hi, Rondell.

- Uh, take my seat.
- Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Glad you could make it.

- Of course.
- Antonio?

Working.

- How do you feel about West Bureau?
- Same job,

different desk.

- Longer commute.
- True.

Dad, I have something
to tell you.

You're getting married?

No.

Whew.

Okay...

hit me.

You may get a call
asking you to vouch

for an applicant
to the police department.

Sure. Who?

Um...

me.

You applied?

I did.

And I already went down
and met with my mentor,

so they'll probably call you.

Mads, you sure?

We've never really talked
about this.

No, we didn't.

Because it's my choice.

And yes, I'm sure.

[Maddie exhales heavily]

I really thought
you'd be happy for me.

You'd be proud.

I am. It... caught me off guard.

You know, the guy who
interviewed me said

that since I'm a legacy,
I'll get to take my first shift

after the academy with you.

- Won't that be cool?
- Very cool.

Want to get a table
and have some dinner?

- I'm starved and it's chicken potpie night.
- Sure, let's do it.

- So you will give me a good rec?
- No.

- Okay.
- Of course I will.

Mads...

I am proud of you.

Always. Always.

- [horn honks in distance]
- [police siren wails faintly]

[Edgar] That's good to hear.
Thank you.

- Who was that?
- The uni on Money Chandler's room.

She's coming out of the coma.

Moved her from critical
to serious.

That's good news.
I should call Maddie.

That looks like
a filing package.

- It is.
- Who?

Miguel "Mickey" Peña,
five counts of murder.

[sighs]

Okay, partner, let's go outside.

Harry, now.

I know what you're doing.

What am I doing?

Committing career suicide.

I'm doing what's right.

Sometimes it's the same thing, Harry.

We were told to lay off Peña.

The D.A.'s not touching this.

You take this package
down there, it's only gonna lead

the D.A. and Irving
down on us like an avalanche.

Tell me you don't see that.

I see it.
Fuck am I supposed to do?

- Walk away? I can't do that.
- I get that.

But what you're doing
is an exercise in futility.

The Bureau's got Peña,
they're not gonna let him go.

They're using him to stage
a meeting between Las Palmas

and the Mexican Mafia
and probably the cartel as well.

I'll get him there.

If he's in custody,
the D.A. has to file

or be responsible
for kicking a killer loose.

That won't play well
with the Times.

And where's this meeting? When?

El Cholo, I think.

Not sure when yet,
but I'm working on that.

And that's another form
of suicide.

I can't let it go, Jerry.

I keep thinking about
that little girl Sonia.

Ten years old.

I can't let it go.

I have to do this.

Then I guess
you're gonna need back up.

I don't have to remind you
that every one of these people

is to be considered
armed and dangerous.

Our number one assignment
and obligation is safety.

Agent safety, public safety.
Any questions?

We'll be live-monitoring
the wire on Peña.

If we get what we need, CIT
will move in and make arrests.

Okay, get your gear together.
We muster at 1800 hours.

- 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.

Hey, Jimmy.

[Robertson] Hey, amigo.

I just wanted to stop by
and thank you guys

- for dealing with Datz.
- Anytime.

And I hear you're coming to RHD.

Excited about it.

Well, I'll see you down there.

[blows raspberry] Almost forgot.

Bennett says to give her a call.

You heard the man.

- Maybe I will.
- [phone chimes]

Jerry.

It's tonight.

Bring it on.

[Edgar] Shit.

Las Palmas already got
people here.

Hang a right on Western.
We'll figure it out.

Their command post will be
up there somewhere.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Three, how we looking?

[agent] [over radio] Looking
good.

Ready to rock and roll.

Two, talk to me.

[Goshen] [over radio] Yeah,
we're, uh,

five by five up here.

[engine stops]

[monitor beeping rhythmically]

[whispers] Maddie.

[whispers] Welcome back.

Look.

[agent] [over radio] 10-4,
multiple IC3s

exiting the vehicles.

[agent 2] Command, be advised,
target is wired

and on the move to location
in the Ford Super Duty.

Okay, we got Zeta Cartel
in the house.

They're locked and loaded.

Peña won't be far behind.
Let's go.

[engine starts]

[low, indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- You can't stop here, vato.
- Uh, I got a pickup order.

[tongue clicking] No stopping.

- Okay, okay, no trouble.
- Go out front.

I'm moving, boss.

No trouble.

[dishes clattering]

♪ ♪

[exhales]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

[door opens]

[phone buzzes]

- Harry.
- Come get us.

But... [sighs]

- Damn.
- [engine starts]

[low, indistinct chatter]

[Bosch] [whispers] Change
of plans.

- This way.
- What?

- What's happening?
- They know.

Just be cool.
I'll get you out of here.

Ow. What the fuck?

- Bosch?
- There's no going back.

They're gonna take
that wire your wearing

and hang you up by the balls.

No going back now, motherfucker.

Nah. Fuck you, man.

What the hell's going on?
What did he say?

[Peña] You don't know
what the fuck you're doing.

You're career's over.
You're fucking finished.

[Peña grunts]

[Peña grunts]

- Shit.
- Bosch, you fucking pendejo.

You're gonna get us both killed.

Shut the fuck up
or I'll flip your off switch.

- ¿Ves a alguien?
- No mira nadie.

- ¿Y tú?
- Tampoco.

- [engine revs]
- [men shout]

- Go. Go.
- [tires screech]

[speaking Spanish]

No dispares. Es Peña.

[Peña grunts]

[Bosch] Go, go, go.

Jesus Christ, Bosch.

[Brenner] [on radio] Who has
Peña? We've lost him.

He came out the back.
A car was waiting.

It's a blue Jeep Cherokee,
vintage model,

heading west on 11th.

You're under arrest
for the murders

of Sonia Hernandez,
Maria Hernandez, Victoria Solis,

her unborn child
and Eduardo Rojas.

Fuck you, Bosch.

It's too late, pendejo.
They'll know it's you.

FBI will have me out of there,
charges dropped,

before you get
the paperwork printed.

You're finished.
You are over, ése

Estás terminado.

We'll see about that, shitbird.

[siren wailing in distance]

[horn honking]

Hollywood Station, now.

Who you calling?

How long, Jerry?

Ten minutes.

Make it five.

[engine revs]

He's eating every two hours now.

- Is that normal?
- Yeah, doctor says so.

- [phone buzzing]
- [sighs]

[Brenner] Where is he?

Where is who?

Fucking Bosch.

He snatched Peña.
My whole operation is fucked.

[stammers]

Look, how do you know
it was Bosch?

Because Peña was wearing a wire.

We could fucking hear him!

I had no idea he'd do that.

You fucked us, Irv.
We had a deal and you fucked us.

Bosch is gonna book him.

If he does it,
we lose him as a witness.

No prosecutor will touch him.

The case is fucked, I'm fucked,
we're all fucked.

I-I will handle it.
I'll have him back to you

within an hour
and you continue the operation.

It's too late for that.

But we still need Peña clean.

You get him back,
or I won't hold back

when this blows up in the press.

[phone buzzing]

[line ringing]

[Bosch] This is Bosch.
Leave a message.

[Peña chuckles]

They didn't matter to you,
did they?

Sonia and the others.

You needed to prove a point.

Their lives were nothing.

You're so righteous, Bosch.

It's the trash can fire
that burns your soul, isn't it?

Listen, you fucking psychopath,

I've been dealing
with motherfuckers like you

- my whole life.
- Harry!

When the FBI comes for me,
I'll make sure

to say goodbye, Detective.

Shut the fuck up.

There's a reporter
at the front desk.

- He wants to see you.
- Send him back, Mank.

- You sure?
- Mank, just send him back.

All right.

And you're saying this was
done with full knowledge

- of the command staff?
- That's what I'm saying.

- How high up?
- All the way.

Irving made a deal
with the Feds.

Peña walks for
the East Hollywood fire.

Irving gets what he needs from
the Feds to leverage the mayor

and keep his job.

The deal stinks
from top to bottom.

[Anderson] Detective,
not that I care, but...

are you gonna be able to survive
this in the department?

Just tell the story.
Tell the truth.

[whistles]

- You got to go.
- I got a couple more questions.

You got the story. Time to go.

- Mank, walk him out.
- Yeah.

This way, fella.

Harry.

The avalanche is about to roll
down the mountain and bury us.

Not us. Me.

You get out of here.
I'll handle Irving.

No way.

You got to go.

Filing package is on my desk.

You don't hear from me
by morning,

you decide what to do
with it, yeah?

Jerry.

Thanks, partner.

Anytime.

Bosch.

- Chief.
- Where is he?

- Who?
- Don't fuck with me. Where's Peña?

I just charged him
with five counts of murder.

Officer, bring out Miguel Peña.

And I want all the paperwork,
including the booking log.

- Yes, sir.
- Too late, Chief.

It's already in the system.

And the filing package?
On the way to the D.A.

Detective, I am suspending you
pending a review

of your actions
and a board of rights hearing.

You can suspend me,
kick him loose.

Won't change anything,
'cause this isn't over.

You can go, Bosch.

Your suspension begins now.

[sighs]

You can pick him up out front.

What happened?

I'm out.

Suspended.

Peña?

Irving's giving him back
to the Feds.

Shit.

[Edgar] What about Anderson?

He got out clean.
There will be a story.

Irving will have
to answer to it.

Unless he gets
to Anderson first.

You'll be picked up
out front. Sergeant.

Yes, Chief?

Get him the fuck out of here
before I change my mind.

And keep someone with him
until the FBI shows up.

You got it, Chief.

Let's go.

Harry, it's not gonna matter.

The D.A. won't file
once they hear from Irving.

It matters to me.

I'm gonna take it to them.

- Okay if I smoke?
- Knock yourself out.

Por Sonia.

[gunshot echoes]

[gunshots]

Coming in.

[labored breath]

Por Sonia.

Keep going.

Forget it, Harry. It's over.

This is all on you.

Bosch.

This, too.

Take it.

Keep it.

Bosch, who are you
if you don't have a badge?

I'm gonna find out.

Harry.

Harry. Harry.

Harry.

♪ ♪

Dad.

Hey, Mads.

Jerry told me.

You quit?

I did.

What are you gonna do?

What am I gonna do with my life,
you mean?

[laughs softly] Yeah.

Something will come up.

I want to help.

Okay.

[♪ Creedence Clearwater Revival:
"Long As I Can See the Light"]

♪ Put a candle in the window ♪

♪ 'Cause I feel
I've got to move ♪

♪ Though I'm going, going ♪

♪ I'll be coming home soon ♪

♪ Long as I can see the light ♪

♪ Pack my bag...

[woman] Looks like you've got
everything here.

We just need to check
a few boxes

and we can
send this to Sacramento.

No criminal history, correct?

- [Bosch] Correct.
- To become a state-licensed private detective,

you must have
at least 6,000 hours

of compensated experience
in investigative work.

- Do you have that?
- I do.

You sure?

Does 26-plus years
with the LAPD count?

Sure does.
You have a firearm carry permit?

Yes.

Then, sir, you are all set.

We will send this up,
and as soon

as you clear
the FBI background check,

you will get your license
in the mail.

Takes about eight weeks.

FBI does a background check?

They do. Is that a problem?

Uh, no. No problem at all.

- Then you're done here, sir.
- Thank you.

Next in line.

♪ ♪

♪ Put a candle in the window ♪

♪ 'Cause I feel
I've got to move ♪

♪ Though I'm going, going ♪

♪ I'll be coming home soon ♪

♪ Long as I can see the light ♪

♪ Long as I can see the light ♪

♪ ♪