[Bosch] Previously on Bosch: Legacy...
[Honey] The district attorney, Emmitt Archer,
was made well aware he had accused and jailed an innocent man.
That makes him unfit for office.
That is why today I announce that I will run for district attorney
[on TV] in the next election.
Fuck me.
All our secrets come out at some time, Frank. Maybe it's your time.
I didn't kill Elias.
I did Black Guardian.
Pencil in the ear, squeal and confess.
You know what this is. You've got the proof you need.
Thought I had you all figured out.
[Maddie] He broke in and drove me to the middle of the desert.
Please! Anyone!
[Maddie] He buried me alive.
Help!
Look at me.
You deserve every bad thing that's gonna happen to you in prison.
I don't know who killed Gunn.
Yet.
But I know Bosch is lying about something.
He's hiding something.
So, all the stuff you're doing with this guy is on the up-and-up?
[stammers] I mean, it's a gray area, you know.
This is Madeline Bosch.
[officer] Uh, we're calling in regards to Kurt Dockweiler.
Still not affiliated?
Fucker's got a death wish.
Don't do anything stupid with that info.
Promise.
[officer] They found him in his cell.
Overdose.
Bosch, I know I don't always make it obvious,
but you can talk to me.
I know.
Just tell your father that I did what he wanted.
What are you talking about?
Dockweiler.
Tell him I took care of it.
Dad, what did you do?
[Honey] Under Emmitt Archer, criminals are set loose,
victims are abandoned, and the police are ostracized.
I'm here to say, "No more."
[cheering]
I know how the system works,
and I know what needs to be done to fix it.
And with your help, it can be fixed.
Yes.
Pretty good crowd.
Yeah, not bad for the crack of dawn.
Don't know what she was so worried about.
Everything.
I have been a defense attorney. I have been a litigator.
I have been a victim of violent crime.
As your next district attorney for the County of Los Angeles,
my number one priority is to make you feel safe in your city again.
Anyway, folks, vote Chandler.
If you wanna start moving forward again, vote Chandler as your choice for change.
And most importantly, don't forget to vote.
[crowd cheering]
Thank you.
Yes. Thank you, everyone.
And remember, vote early, vote absentee, vote by mail, vote day of.
Or vote by ballot box at your local polling place.
Mr. Archer. Follow me, please.
I know the way. Thank you.
-[elevator dings] -Detective Robertson.
Sergeant Washington.
How's the new boss?
Prettier than the old one. You?
Ah, too blessed to be stressed, my brother.
That's good, 'cause they're waiting for you.
[Borders] Just tell your father that I did what he wanted.
-[Maddie] What are you talking about? -[Borders] Dockweiler.
Tell him I took care of it.
-Sick fuck. -Put the rumors to rest, Detective.
One way or another, before they go viral.
Which rumors are those exactly?
That Harry Bosch conspired with Preston Borders,
a prisoner at Wasco State Prison, to murder fellow inmate Kurt Dockweiler.
The scumbag who abducted Officer Madeline Bosch.
Borders the guy on the phone with Maddie?
Who never reported the call, in violation of department protocol.
We wanna know why.
Tread lightly.
Chief's Special?
Exactly. Chief's Special.
And if we don't find anything?
It goes where it goes.
The district fucking attorney.
How'd I get so lucky?
You know Bosch.
You've worked with him, but you're not, you know, bosom buddies.
We're not enemies either.
Correct. You're, uh, Goldilocks. [chuckles]
Fair?
Fair enough.
Captain, let me ask you.
Do you honestly think
Bosch would use a sociopathic prick like Preston Borders
to set up a prison hit?
Bosch has crossed a lot of lines in his long and checkered career.
And I've seen him do it.
-But murder? -You heard the chief.
It goes where it goes.
Jimmy, your, uh, partner. You trust him?
Wouldn't be my partner if I didn't.
Impress upon him the need for secrecy, will you?
And an open mind.
It goes where it goes.
What brings you out?
-See how you're doing. -So far so good.
Night is young.
True that.
I know you ain't been waiting here all night just to welcome me back.
What's the word in Wasco?
They ain't tied Dockweiler to nobody.
Just rumors.
Unsolved.
Rumors.
Anybody I know?
Not me. Not you.
-Look, if I can't buy you a beer... -Not tonight.
I'll just mosey on home.
Keep in touch. You hear me?
You won't regret what you've done for me.
You're out in the world now.
Keep it that way.
♪ 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 ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
[music ends]
Thank you.
-[speaks indistinctly] -Thank you.
What the hell?
Jon. Be careful.
-Not a motherfucking sound, bitch. -Whoa.
[robber 1] Get the fuck out of the car.
-[robber 2] Scream, I'll shoot you both. -Just calm down.
[robber 2] I said get the fuck out of the car!
Wallets, watches, phones, jewelry. Now.
[Jon] All right. All right.
Come on.
[robber 1] I swear to fucking God if you don't hurry up...
Can I... Can I at least have my wallet back?
[robber 2] Shut the fuck up.
Oh, my God. The kids.
[radio beeping]
[Dispatch] Hollywood units and 6 Adam 29.
211 just occurred at 1756 North Stanley Avenue.
Two males armed with a handgun.
Respond code 3.
Sounds like a follow-home to me.
Let's do it.
[siren wailing]
Where'd you go to dinner?
-Uh, Brine on Beverly. -Nice.
Drove home and then these two hooligans pulled in behind us.
Why they call it a follow-home.
[scoffs]
What were they driving?
Uh, a light blue SUV.
Uh, Honda, Toyota, something like that.
-Ethnicity? -I don't know. They had guns.
Asian. Latino.
Tell me about the pistol.
-The handgun? -We're not gun nuts.
It was pointed at my face. That's all I know.
-I understand. -Do you?
I've been there.
My kids were in the house.
There's nothing you could do but pray.
That's right. That's what I did. I prayed.
[volunteers chattering]
[phone rings]
Hi.
-Can I help you? -Yeah. I'm here to volunteer.
Oh, great. Um, I just need you to fill out this contact sheet.
Sure. [sucks teeth]
I'm an old friend of your mom's and I would like to say hi.
[stutters] What's the name?
The daily begging bowl. I know most of these folks personally, Jen.
It's embarrassing.
That's just the first page.
[groans] Fuck me.
[knocks on door]
-[door opens] -Yes, Michelle.
There's a man here who wants to volunteer.
Says he knows you.
Frank Sheehan.
Is everything okay?
Oh, yeah, everything's fine.
Um, send him in.
-I can deal with him. -No, no. This will just take a moment.
Okay.
Frank. Have a seat.
Thank you. [clears throat]
You're looking well.
As are you.
Cat that swallowed the canary.
What can I do for you?
I want to volunteer for your campaign.
Why would you wanna do that?
You know you're poison with the rank and file, right?
I mean, you're poison.
You're gonna get the full de Blasio. Funerals are the worst.
You have all those coppers in their dress blues.
They turn their back on you when you walk by.
It's humiliating.
Repairing relations with LAPD
and building bridges with the new chief are top of my list.
Good.
So, do you think you could get my old job back?
-You know, like a pardon. -Is that why you're here?
Just wanna remind you what I look like in case you win.
[sighs] How are you doing, Frank?
Great.
Yeah, I'm great. I'm doing great.
Got a job as a handyman.
I'm pretty good with a plunger.
No, I turned my life around.
Talk to my PO, you don't believe me.
No. I'm... I'm happy for you.
So...
[sighs]
...how much did you get Michael Harris?
It's about ten mil, right?
How much do you think you could get me if you tried?
Michael Harris was innocent.
You tortured him to extract a false confession.
Yeah, you could say that.
Um, or you could say that I didn't know he was innocent.
I was just trying to do my job,
and sticking a pencil in his ear was the best thing
that ever happened to Michael fucking Harris.
S-So, what, are you looking to sue the department?
They tried to pin the Elias murder on me,
and then they abandoned me like I was a motherless child.
Well, I'm afraid I can't help you. I'm not taking on any new cases.
[sighs]
That's disappointing.
[blows raspberry]
I mean, I figured you'd say that, but, uh...
I had to try.
Thanks for coming in.
-[clears throat] -Okey doke.
Thank you for your time, and good luck with your campaign.
I'll be watching.
[detective] Don't you think Bosch would go through Borders to get to Dockweiler?
You ask me, he'd be more inclined to wait.
Let nature take its course.
What if he couldn't wait?
For nature or justice or whatever to take its course?
I mean, his daughter, right?
My daughter, I'd skin him alive.
Let's go poke the bear.
How do you know he's in here?
Because I'm a great fucking detective.
Called one of my pals at Hollywood division looking for Maddie.
You look tired, honey. You getting enough sleep these days?
Mmm. It's the night watch. Screws with your circadian rhythm.
So, no progress?
I mean, it's like they know where we are.
We're out there playing Whac-A-Mole
and we're in the wrong place at the wrong time every time.
Last night we were the first ones to show up on the scene.
-Robbers? -We must have missed 'em by this much.
Ah, anybody hurt?
Freaked out mostly, but otherwise okay.
Yeah, wait until it escalates.
-Pistol-whipping. -[Maddie groans]
Bosch.
Jimmy.
My partner, Perry Lopez.
-Lopez. -I know who you are. A pleasure.
My daughter, Maddie.
-Maddie. -Jimmy.
-[Robertson] How you doing? -Uh, back on the job.
So I heard. It's the best thing.
You know, stay busy, put it behind you.
Quite an ordeal.
That's right.
Um, will you excuse me?
-Sore subject? -You think?
[sighs] Give her my apologies, will you? I didn't mean to upset her.
She's a tough cookie.
She sure is. Just like her pops.
[scoffs]
Let's go grab a table. Good seeing you, Harry.
Good to see you, Jim.
[Maddie] Well, thanks for lunch.
Well, we should do this more often.
I know.
I know. It's-It's work, you know?
I do.
What's on your mind?
There's just...
just all these rumors on the grapevine about what happened.
Cop gossip. It's worse than a fucking schoolyard. Ignore it.
Yeah, I know. I just heard about, you know,
how Dockweiler was killed, and who actually killed him, and...
Okay, listen.
I would've if I could've, if that answers your question.
But I didn't.
I told you the day Borders called, I had nothing to do with it.
-I know. And I believed you. -[inhales deeply]
Then and now.
Kurt Dockweiler had a target on his back
the minute those prison doors clanged shut and they threw away the key.
You could hear it tinging down the storm drainpipe, splashing in the sewer.
-Gross. -[both chuckle]
That is very poetic. How long did it take you to come up with that one?
[stammers] Just came up with that. [chuckles]
-We good? -We're good.
-Good hunting tonight. -Thanks.
-Be safe. -I will.
[phone ringing]
Madam district attorney-in-waiting. What's up?
[Honey] Harry, I need your help.
Harry, you still there?
Bring the dollar just in case.
So he didn't threaten you outright?
No.
It was unsettling.
He was, I don't know, off.
Five years in the stir will do that. What did he want?
To sue the department. But he wasn't serious.
He, uh... He'd been to one of my events and he said he'd be watching me.
Should I be worried?
I think wary is a better word.
[phone rings]
-Mo. -Can you talk?
I'm in with Chandler.
Right, put me on speaker. She needs to hear this too.
Hey, Mo. What you got?
Sheehan was at City Hall.
He was everywhere you were.
Where did you go after City Hall?
-Um, the Otium at the Broad. -The Otium at the Broad.
League of Women Voters luncheon.
A-Are you sure?
I ran his photo through facial recognition.
I cross-checked against recent photos and videos provided by your staff.
He's been at multiple Chandler for DA events
over the last two months.
He's stalking me, Harry.
We got a solid description of the suspect's vehicle.
A crime-alert bulletin with a stock photo is being distributed to patrol.
A light blue, late model CR-V or similar.
Use it as your PC.
America's most stolen car.
Good point. If it's stolen, it should be in the system by now.
Keep running those plates.
[knocks on door]
Mrs. Sheehan. Harry Bosch.
You remember me?
May I come in for a few minutes? I'd like to speak to you about Frank.
We can talk out here.
Sure.
Friend of mine ran into him recently. Said he seemed, uh, off.
Thought if I could be of some help, uh, if help is what Frank needs.
Aren't you sweet?
How many times did you visit him, five years he was locked up?
-None. -Me neither.
To answer your question, I wouldn't know how the fuck he's doing.
I haven't seen him in ages.
He came by the house one day, looked through his stuff.
His old baseball cards, a... a watch.
Uh, a ring, belonged to his dad.
A trophy he won when he was a kid.
Sentimental things.
I guess.
He take anything with him?
He said I could put it all in the trash and douse it with regular.
You think he would have left something for Liam.
Liam didn't wanna have anything to do with his dad.
Appreciate your time.
I ran out of feelings for Frank, good or bad, long time back.
I thought all outgoing calls from prisoners were recorded.
And we review them when we have time.
Took you eight months to trip over this particular phone call.
Look, we get to it when we can.
Which is, like, the 12th of never, apparently.
Soon as we heard the tape, we tossed Border's cell.
-We found a burner. -We'll need that.
Like, now. Not eight months from now.
[narrator 1] There's a reason they call her Money Chandler.
She's collected millions over the years in taxpayers' dollars,
suing the city and county of Los Angeles.
And now she has the nerve to run for district attorney?
Vote no on Honey Chandler for DA.
Sanctimonious prick.
Now show me our response.
[narrator 2] He promised bail reform.
He promised safe streets.
He promised to clean up our neighborhoods and put an end to police misconduct.
What did we get?
[Honey] More crime, more homelessness,
a demoralized police force and a terrified public.
And a district attorney more concerned with the rights of criminals
than justice for victims.
We can do better.
I've been a victim of violent crime.
I know how the system works.
I'm Honey "Money" Chandler, and I approve this message.
Strong.
Tough on crime, pro-police but compassionate,
progressive at the same time.
Victims first.
Justice first.
Where are we on the state of the race?
Our overnight polling shows us within the margin of error.
Closing the gap.
Oh, Michelle, come in. I want you to see our new ad.
Mama, isn't that your alarm?
-[car alarm sounds] -Goddamn it.
[car alarm blaring]
[alarm stops]
What the hell?
[Honey sighs]
What is it?
Fan mail.
Had to be Sheehan, right?
Never prove it.
Call the police.
[groans] It's not like I'm at the top of their Christmas card list.
[sighs] I can't help if they don't know about it.
At least make notification.
If it's a hoax and we make a fuss, we look weak.
Better than being dead.
Mama, listen to your fancy-ass security consultant.
[Bosch] Look, you wanna be DA,
you need to start working with law enforcement.
Report it, let them do their jobs.
And if they blow us off?
Then we deal with it.
I'll take the juice stand if you take the gas station.
I took the last gas station and the one before that.
I-I'll get the next one.
You'll take this one, while I enjoy a ginger lemonade.
Gratis, thank you very much.
Can you grab one for me at least?
If I'm in the mood.
[door chimes]
Those dummy cams at the juice shop?
Spotted them right away.
Sure, you did.
Hey.
It's our lucky day.
That's a full plate.
[Vasquez] Let's go find it.
[engine rumbling]
[gear shifts]
Bosch.
Frank.
You following me?
Why would I be doing that?
No idea.
Haven't seen you in six years.
It's been a minute.
What are the nails for, Frank?
On my way to a job.
Next, I gotta get blue tarps. You wanna help me?
Aisle five.
You look buff.
Retirement must agree with you.
[Bosch] You look like you're doing okay.
Okay?
Lost my pension,
can't get a job as a crossing guard at a fucking elementary school,
and the cooze ruined my life.
Emmitt Archer rang you up. Chandler had nothing to do with it.
No.
When she sued the department, she dragged my name through the fucking shit.
Well, you did a pretty good job of that yourself, right?
How's your kid?
We don't talk.
How's your daughter holding up?
I need you to stay away from Honey Chandler.
I don't know what you're talking about.
-I'm serious. -So am I.
Sure you don't want that gig, Bosch?
Pays $10 an hour.
More than you're making now, right?
I have been a victim of violence,
and I've seen for myself the lack of care and attention
victims are receiving right now.
That's why I'm running for DA.
Yes?
My daughter was murdered by her ex.
I'm so sorry.
Once a year, this monster who ruined our lives...
Once a year, he comes up for parole.
At his last hearing his lawyer was present, per the usual,
but no one from the DA.
Just left us high and dry.
Now, see, this is exactly what I'm talking about.
Restoring support for victims and their families.
I think that went pretty well.
They're not really buying it yet.
[sighs] They feel abandoned and betrayed by the system, and they're right.
I mean, it's a fucking disgrace.
Honey Chandler's campaign has reached out.
For what?
Well, her people are requesting extra security for an upcoming event.
A, um, fundraiser at Plaza de la Raza.
[scoffs] Probably the first time she's been to East Los in her life.
[chuckles]
-[officer] Oh. -[Thorne] Oh, my.
-Which one of us sent that? -[chuckles]
Chandler thinks that Frank Sheehan may be behind the threats.
Frank Sheehan?
There's a name I haven't heard in a long time.
Man got a raw deal.
Ask me, her people made that flyer themselves.
Why would they do that?
We send units to her soiree,
it'll look like the department's supporting her.
Hmm.
Plaza de la Raza is not in our division.
And the mayor will have her own security detail, so...
Send this to Hollenbeck.
Their division, their problem.
They can decide how many units they can spare.
Underline spare.
Roger that.
-[Archer] Now, that's for the phone, yes? -[Robertson] Correct.
-Did you interview the daughter yet? -Not yet.
What about Borders?
Top of the list.
We want our ducks in a row first.
Right. Go see Judge Newland. I'll call him. He'll be ready for you.
Thank you.
Ran the plates.
Stolen off a RAV4 last month.
Cold plating.
Smart knuckleheads.
Ride's probably stolen too.
It's something.
The eagle has left the eerie.
[Bosch] Copy. We're going in.
Notice my play on the phrase "The eagle has landed"?
Yeah. Laid an egg with me.
Hmm.
I thought it was rather good.
Ooh.
This some sad shit.
Well, word of advice. Don't go to prison.
Duly noted. Flip you for the closet?
Knock yourself out.
What's in the box?
Just some old shit from his time on the job.
Closet clean?
No weapons, no ammo.
"Multi-Assault Counter Terrorism Action Capabilities."
MACTAC. [chuckles]
LAPD and its colorful acronyms.
What's it about?
Tactical responses to critical incidents, terrorist attacks, violent assaults,
-rescue ops. -Mmm.
Brushing up on training.
His ex-wife said he got rid of all of his personal belongings.
Could be saying his goodbyes.
You think he's planning to leave LA?
Or planning to leave this world and take some other people with him.
Other than his wife, the only calls Borders made with his prison burner
-went to another burner in Los Angeles. -How do you know that?
Using the data obtained by search warrant from the burner phone,
we can determine which cell tower was closest
to the phone receiving the incoming call.
Okay. So which cell tower is it?
Well, this particular tower is located in the Hollywood Hills above Sunset Plaza.
Got it.
So who's getting these mystery calls?
Where is this?
Hollywood Hills?
Yes, sir.
Who do we know lives in that neighborhood?
Harry Bosch.
Multiple access points.
Fixed posts at each one?
Only so much we can control. I'll put some bodies at the main entrance.
Officer Bosch is with me at Chandler's side.
I'll be with the mayor, plus one.
Two additional unis out and about.
Overwatch?
Don't have the personnel for that.
Well, have one of your guys clear the rooftops before the event starts.
We do it three or four days a week with the mayor.
We'll manage just fine.
Yeah. Humor me.
Shit goes sideways, we need a hard room.
-Got a spot in mind? -Yeah. This way.
Gotta say, Bosch. I'm surprised to see you here.
Working with Money Chandler.
Yeah. Why's that?
Well, you two have history.
Ancient history. Water under the bridge.
Anyone staged here during the event?
No, this space is clear.
We are the only ones who have access to it.
But something jumps off, we bring them through here.
But our safe room is through here.
Single access, no windows. Nothing's coming through these walls.
Looks like you have it locked down.
I'll walk the facility.
I trust we won't get in each other's way.
You remember, my first priority is Mayor Lopez.
Roger that.
[mariachi music playing]
[speaking indistinctly]
Hi.
Thank you.
Ah. Thank you for coming.
Hey. Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming out.
Oh, don't worry about him. He's not a threat. [clears throat]
Unless you find his good looks threatening.
-You know him? -Mm-hmm.
Kris Downey. USC Law. He used to intern at my old law firm.
Stay on point, please.
Ready to kiss the ring?
Uh, Harry, please remember to smile.
I am smiling.
Bye. [chuckles]
Madam Mayor.
Miss Chandler, welcome to la Raza.
Thank you. It's a real honor.
For over half a century,
la Plaza de la Raza has been a cultural touchstone.
One that embodies the rich heritage of Hispanic art, dance, music
and theater in our great city.
Its mission never wavering
from Margo Albert and Frank Lopez's original intention,
which was to give back to Angelenos.
[speaking Spanish]
-[Barrel] Harry. -What's the latest?
No sign of him yet. His truck's still parked out front.
Usually he goes to work by now. Go verify he's home.
-How? -Door knock it.
Won't that burn us?
I need to know if he's there.
If there's no response, exigent circumstances.
And so without further ado, please welcome to the stage
our mayor, Susanna Lopez.
[crowd cheering]
Thank you, Miss Chandler, for that introduction.
And thank you, East Los Angeles, for this warm welcome.
[crowd cheering]
[banging on door]
Ah, son of a bitch. [sighs]
-...to be here. -[phone buzzing]
Plaza de la Raza is a testament to what...
-Barrel. -Yeah, he hornswoggled us.
Th-There's a fire exit on the far side, he must have slipped out the back.
[Susanna] Culture is something we cherish.
Do we stay put?
For now. Call me if he comes back.
-Mo, copy? -Go for Mo.
You and Vasquez pull back.
Get eyes on the whole courtyard.
Roger that.
[Susanna] ...the art on these walls and the music and dance
and stories we teach our children.
These are cultural... [speaking indistinctly]
I hope you will all join me and donate to keep Plaza de la Raza
a thriving cultural center that this community deserves.
-Thank you. And God bless you. -[crowd cheering]
[grunts]
[mariachi music continues]
Sheehan's slipped his surveillance.
You think he's here somewhere?
No telling. Just in case...
Head on a swivel.
You see any Hollenbeck units here?
They're a no-show.
Great. Looks like we're on our own.
We have to do this more often. Get you over to East Los.
How about election day?
-Mmm, wouldn't that be festive? -Well, we will see you soon.
-Good luck. -[Honey] Thank you.
[gunshots]
-[crowd screaming] -We need to get you into the hard room.
[gunshots continue]
Michelle!
-Take her to the dressing room. -What about the hard room?
-It's a diversion. -What the fuck is going on?
Sheehan just went in the theater. He's banking on us taking you there. Go!
-[Honey] Where are you going? -I'm gonna box him in.
Stop right there!
[breathing heavily] Fucking Bosch.
Frankie, don't point that fucking gun at me.
Lay down your weapon.
Lay down my sword and shield, you mean?
Except I don't have a shield anymore, 'cause your boss took care of that.
[breathing heavily]
♪ Down by the riverside ♪
♪ I'll lay down ♪
Are you a fan of the old songs, Harry?
It's not too late, Frankie.
So far nobody's been hurt.
Well, thank Christ for that.
Blanks.
-Good diversion. -I thought so.
-You'll get out in a few years. -Bullshit. [chuckles]
Make amends with your son.
[breathes heavily]
I burned that bridge.
You don't know until you try.
I tried.
Come on, Frankie,
let's walk out of here.
Two of us.
I'll go first.
You'll guarantee my safety?
I do.
But you gotta lay your gun down, Frankie.
[sniffs] All right. If you say so.
The two of us.
Like Butch and Sundance, huh? [chuckles]
Jesus.
I hope not.
It's déjà vu, Harry.
[breathes deeply]
Hmm?
Laying my burden down.
-Frank, no! -[gunshot]
-Shit. -Dad!
[chattering on radio]
The door.
[Vasquez] Got it.
[siren wailing]
[Bosch] This season on Bosch: Legacy.
I'm looking for a private detective. My family's missing.
You know when they were last seen?
[parent] They vanished a month ago.
When you were left in the lurch by the LAPD at a recent event,
who'd you turn to for protection?
-Hieronymus Bosch? -Yeah.
A subpoena to appear before a grand jury.
If I were to go public with what I know,
you would have a scandal on your hands.
Follow-homes. Hear anything?
Some chatter about a new crew.
They know their shit and push quality merch.
Somebody's gonna get killed.
-Get the fuck out of the car. -Get out! Now!
Oh, my God.
You just heard a phone call that insinuated that your father
was involved in a conspiracy.
It just got me wondering
what other secrets does he have?
What was the content of your most recent conversation with Curtis Dignan?
Yo, man, I ain't said nothing to nobody.
Do not lie to me.
So now what?
[Bosch] A family of four doesn't just disappear.
I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is, it ain't kosher.
[Bosch] He was targeted. Case involved black ice and fentanyl.
We're talking drug cartel?
This is sicarios.
[grunting, pants]
We'll pick him up soon enough.
No, you won't.
He's gone.
Justice will be done.
One way or another.
[gun cocks]
-Don't move. -[exclaims] Fuck!
Police! Get your hands up!
-[Maddie] Hey! -[grunting]
-Drop the gun! -Do it!
Who the fuck are you?
Renée Ballard. RHD.