[Bosch] Previously on Bosch: Legacy...
Who else has access to the company?
Stephen hired a new company.
Orion.
There is no Orion.
Just Stephen billing his own company for services not rendered.
That's embezzlement where I come from.
This guy shaking down the Gallagher business?
I don't know what's going on but whatever it is, it ain't kosher.
There's, um, an investigation going on and they told me I can't tell anybody.
Not even my dad.
You're on a big, fat, fishing expedition.
Sit me down with the DA, and you'll hear all about it.
When you were left in the lurch by the LAPD at a recent event,
who did you turn to for protection?
A retired detective. Harry Bosch.
Did you know when you hired him
that he was under investigation for conspiracy to commit murder?
Yo, man, I ain't said nothing to nobody.
Detective working this case is sharp.
Any minute now, he will figure this out and he will come knocking.
And you don't want me home. Supposed to hook up with my PO.
But right after that.
-Hieronymus Bosch? -Yeah.
A subpoena to appear before a grand jury.
You've been served.
[elevator dings]
Curtis Dignan. LAPD. We'd like to talk.
Talk. I ain't stopping you.
Come on. Take a ride with us.
I'm confused. What's this about?
Come on, get in.
-I have a choice? -We all got a choice, my brother.
You choose to cooperate, you'll be back on the street in no time.
You blow smoke up our ass,
-we're gonna ship yours back to Wasco. -For what?
For whatever bullshit you're up to at this moment.
Don't make us jump through hoops to get a warrant.
We just wanna talk.
Come on.
Been gone too long, my brother.
You need to up your game.
[engine starts]
♪ 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]
-Bing "Cherry" Crider. -Tell it.
Native son of East LA. Wild child.
Charms his way out of a bunch of juvie misdemeanors.
Luck runs out when he and his crew shoot dead a convenience store clerk
in a botched robbery.
Bing the shooter?
That's never established. None of them cop to it.
They all go down for felony murder and conspiracy.
The other two?
As of this moment, deceased.
Let me know if that changes.
Crider has a come-to-Jesus moment.
Cleans up his act, gets paroled when the felony murder law changes,
and becomes a bona fide businessman.
[sighs] Buying and selling stolen machinery?
Rumored, never proven.
Money laundering. Extortion too.
Any way you slice it, Bing's a dubious dude to be in business with.
-I wanna talk to him. -I'll work on setting a meeting.
Someplace public.
This is a talking point?
So I drafted a statement severing all ties to Harry Bosch.
Oh. No, no. Absolutely not.
-We go on the offensive. -Right. Hit back hard.
I... I'll keep it just in case.
I just got a call. [sighs]
The Times editorial board is meeting to discuss their endorsement.
Shit.
[sighs] The Times is the one that matters.
Well, when is the meeting?
Tomorrow afternoon.
[Jen] I really think we need
-to distance ourselves from Bosch. -Mom,
-what are you gonna do? -[Jen] The optics are...
-I know you think that. -I do.
All right. Could everybody just give me a fucking minute?
Just go.
[sighs]
[Lopez] Tell us about Preston Borders.
-I don't know that name. -[Lopez] Wrong answer.
You were in the same tier.
You played checkers with the man.
He called you Termite.
More to the point, you were both bunking with Kurt Dockweiler.
So don't tell us you don't know him.
Son, you gotta make a choice.
You wanna know why we didn't just slap on the cuffs, walk you over to the DA?
Harry Bosch used you.
He designed it so that if it blew up, you'd be the fall guy, and guess what?
It blew up.
I'm not acquainted with these individuals.
Curtis.
You need to cooperate with us.
[Dignan breathes shakily]
I ain't wearing no wire.
I'll tell you that right now. No fucking way.
You talk to the man. We monitor the conversation.
-Simple as that. -No wire. No way.
No parole.
Just a one-way ticket to Wasco.
I cooperate?
You walk out of here today a free man.
Until next time.
[sighs]
I wish I could help you guys out, but go fuck your own selves.
I guess that's a, "No."
Put a parole hold on him, lock him up for 48 hours, monitor his phone calls.
We're gonna bring Borders down for his grand jury appearance.
Put them side-by-side at MDC.
-Wire the cells. -Think you can stimulate some chatter?
Like a whip-poor-will's ass.
My mother used to say that.
What the fuck's it mean?
You know, whip-poor-wills.
-They're chatty. -Yeah.
[phone rings]
-Porter. -Ah, Mr. Porter.
-This is Honey Chandler. -Oh, Miss Chandler. What can I do for you?
You can assure me your editorial board won't pull their endorsement.
Where'd you hear that?
The Times is about to damage its reputation and mine.
-Irrevocably. -I doubt that.
Besides, I don't control the board or its decisions.
Well, then I need to talk to them when they meet.
Plead my case.
Sorry, it's not possible.
Lis... Listen, this... this is going to be a huge mistake.
I will convey your concerns to the board.
[sighs]
[phone chimes]
-[sighs] -[phone rings]
-Chandler? -Yeah, I just heard from my guy.
Um, Archer has some kind of record of phone calls between you and Borders.
That's bullshit.
I've had no contact with Borders. Zero.
Also, there's a money trail.
-[stammers] Also ridiculous. -All right.
They're bringing Borders down to testify before the grand jury.
Harry... [sighs] ...is there anything you wanna tell me?
Yeah. I didn't do it.
-Am I fired? -Why would I fire you?
I would if I was you.
Throw me under the bus.
Save your campaign.
Oh. I'm not going to buckle under pressure.
Looks weak.
Okay. I'll get back to you.
[sighs]
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing ends]
[Maddie] I'm not here. Leave a message.
[line beeps]
Hey, it's me.
Checking in.
Love you.
Pops?
How'd you guess?
Your tone of voice.
[chuckles] I didn't take the call.
But you wanted to. I could tell.
[sighs] I'm just still so mad at him.
Like, furious,
and the more that I think about it, the more I think he was involved.
Ask him.
I want to, but... but I don't trust him enough to tell me the truth.
And if he does, and he was...
[smacks lips] Really?
The fuck?
-Wi-Fi out? -Network's down.
And yet you're still sitting here.
Hey. I understand you've been hit by the outages in the area.
Called you guys over an hour ago.
Well, here I am. Like a genie out of a bottle.
And you got lucky.
Some people have to wait days for a service call.
-Where's your router? -Right here.
[beeping]
You got some signal coming in here.
I'm telling you, man. Everything's on the fritz.
-Hmm. You mind if I check your computer? -Have at it.
I gotta see if a signal's coming in at your terminating point.
Yeah, you're right. No signal.
Let me call in a master reset in our switching station.
The hell's that mean?
It means I can get you up and running in no time. I'll be right back, all right?
[groans]
[clicks tongue]
[humming]
[typing]
[exhales sharply] "Ask and ye shall receive.
Knock and the door shall be opened."
[no audible dialogue]
Houston, we have liftoff.
-It's fixed? -Good as gold.
There you go.
All right. I'll be on my way.
Office will send you an invoice.
Hold on.
Not so fast.
Give me your card.
Oh.
-In case we gonna have issues. -You know where to reach me.
What are you so happy about?
Well, they, uh... they told me I'd never see the light of day again.
Yet, uh, here I am,
southbound to the City of Angels.
Los Angeles, cabrón.
Thought you weren't gonna start talking until we got you in front of the DA?
Fuckin' A. I ain't.
Well, we've been talking to your old checkers buddy.
-Termite? -Mm-hmm.
Case is starting to come together.
What went down, who was involved.
-Bullshit. Termite's no snitch. -[chuckles] Oh, yeah?
Remember that burner, just showed up in your cell?
Dignan told us he put it there.
What? Cat got your tongue?
Any murder-for-hire, you want all parties involved.
Guy who did it, guy who hired it done.
Anybody who aided and abetted.
Dignan might beat you to the punch.
No. I told you guys.
I'll tell my story when I sit down with the DA, and not a second sooner.
If we get there in time.
First come, first served.
[dings]
-Thank you for coming. -[chuckles] Are you kidding? All ears.
-Off the record. -I'm listening.
The Times editorial board is meeting tomorrow.
Yeah, I'm aware.
I'm worried they're going to buy into Archer's bullshit
and pull their endorsement.
You realize that not a single cop
has been successfully prosecuted in LA for a wrongful death shooting in decades.
-Not one. -Yeah. I know.
I'll make sure that it happens.
-I can convey your concerns to the board. -That would be great.
But they're gonna wanna make sure Archer has equal time.
That's fine. I'll take that chance.
Okay.
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
[customer] Hey.
-Vasquez. -Chica.
Been ages.
Got a sec?
I can give you five.
[Vasquez] Take what I can get.
Follow-homes. Hear anything?
We're, uh, looking for a couple of male Hispanics.
Probably a spotter too.
What about the street name Flaco?
[scoffs] You want names now?
I just know that it's a popular street name.
You don't know nothing.
[in Spanish] What's with the gringa?
[in English] I mean, you come to my work, ask me to roll up on my people?
-I'm not gonna play this with you. -Lucy.
Slow your roll, okay?
Anything you ever told me, I ever lay you out?
No, guess not.
Ask you to testify?
Nah.
There you go.
Do what's right here.
Somebody's gonna get killed.
[sighs]
Some chatter about a new crew.
-Names? -No names.
Look, all I heard was these new guys are slick.
They know their shit and push quality merch
at certain Hollywood recording studios.
-[Lopez] Come on, let's go. -[grunts] Shit, finally.
Wait, what the fuck is this?
I thought we were going to the DA's office.
Flag on the play.
The DA want you to tell your story in front of the grand jury first.
-When? -Tomorrow.
Till then, welcome home.
See you inside.
Shit. Fuck this. This is bullshit, man.
Don't move.
Hey, you're not that fast, son.
[Crider] Easy.
Don't do anything stupid.
Fancy piece.
-The fuck are you? -Not Finbar McShane.
Tell me something I don't know.
I got you on video with McShane.
So what's this? A shakedown?
I'm investigating the disappearance of the Gallagher family.
Now I don't give a shit about whatever else you got going on here.
McShane approached me, offering equipment at half off.
-I'm gonna say no? -Busting out his own company.
Obviously.
How much you pay him the other night?
100K.
You didn't look happy.
The fucker wasn't straight with me about the machines.
Equipment was tip-top.
Lately, it sucks.
Like he's short in the inventory, scraping the bottom of the barrel.
-Why is he selling? -I never asked.
And he never said.
-[Mo] Classic bust out? -Yeah.
Selling off equipment,
pocketing the proceeds till there's nothing left to sell.
What's Crider's alibi for the weekend the Gallaghers went missing?
Speaking at a Homeboy Industries event.
In front of several hundred witnesses.
Mmm, I'll check it out,
-but it sounds solid. -Yeah.
Let's say we go chat up McShane's partner, yeah?
[sucks teeth]
[Vasquez] Street video. Just down the block from Jardine.
It's too grainy to make out the plate.
Not a problem.
We plugged in that make and model to ALPRs.
Limited our search to last week.
Filtered for music studios in Hollywood.
Got a hit.
Same car.
-Stolen plate? -[Vasquez] Yep.
-Where's the studio? -It's on Highland. Find Your Grind.
-Catchy. -[knocking on door]
-[sighs] What do you want? -We need to talk about Finbar.
Feel free to come by the office.
-Now's better. -Do I have to call the cops?
Go ahead. You can tell them all about Bing Crider.
Tell me about the bust out.
It's not what it looks like.
Finbar probably said it's the only way to keep the lights on.
I helped build this company.
You think I'm just gonna sit back and watch it all go down the drain?
Listen, Sheila, if you know anything about what happened to the Gallaghers,
-now's the time. -[inhales sharply]
Stephen said they were going on vacation. That's all I know.
$100,000 isn't worth the risk.
It's time for you to leave.
Really worth going to prison for?
[mouthing words] I love you.
In 2015, were you investigating a case
where you sought the assistance of Mr. Curtis Dignan?
He was a confidential informant in one of my homicide cases.
[stammers] Did Mr. Dignan receive anything in exchange for working with you?
DA agreed to reduce his charges on a separate criminal matter.
Quid pro quo.
Well, y-you could call it that.
It was really more like a leniency deal
in exchange for truthful testimony under oath.
Mm-hmm.
[inhales deeply] Three years ago, Mr. Dignan was convicted of identity theft.
Do you know where he was incarcerated?
Wasco State Prison.
And did you know that Mr. Dignan and Kurt Dockweiler
were housed on the same cellblock?
[Bosch] Yes.
[Saldano] When was Mr. Dignan released from Wasco?
-Last month. -Did you help Mr. Dignan
obtain that release in any way?
Wrote a letter of recommendation for his parole.
When was the last time you spoke to Mr. Dignan?
I don't recall exactly.
[sighs] Well, to refresh your recollection,
uh, Friday last week, November 4th.
Did you meet Mr. Dignan at Mitchell's paint store?
-I did. -[Saldano] And since then,
have you had any other communication or in-person contact with Mr. Dignan?
No.
Do you know where Curtis Dignan is at this moment?
No.
You don't know he's currently in the custody of the LAPD?
I wasn't aware of that.
What was the content of your most recent conversation with Curtis Dignan?
I'm invoking my Fifth Amendment rights
and respectfully decline to answer your question.
In exchange for helping him with parole,
did Curtis Dignan carry out any orders on your behalf
while incarcerated at Wasco State Prison?
Again, I'm invoking my Fifth Amendment privilege.
These are lovely.
Thank you.
[sucks teeth] Well, you've had a rough go.
I'm holding up.
Well, I admire you.
I can't imagine.
But instead of moping around, you did something about it.
Hired that investigator.
-What? Mr. Bosch? -Mmm.
He's made some headway.
-Has he now? -Mm-hmm.
We know for a fact that they were in Ojai.
Ojai? I-I thought they were in Mexico.
No, he found some traces of them at the cabin.
Stuff they would have traveled with.
Like what?
Like Kerry's blankie, for one.
[stammers] Well, they... they could have gone to Mexico and left a blankie behind.
Harry's dogged.
He'll get to the bottom of it.
Mm-hmm.
[inhales sharply]
Hope so.
Hey, I know you.
Plaza de la Raza.
Uh, I don't think so.
-That memorable, huh? -It was. But for a different reason.
Sorry. Yeah, that was an insane day.
One of my clients.
Defense attorney.
[inhales sharply] Public defender.
-That tracks. -[chuckles] Alert the media.
Cop jumps to a conclusion.
-I bet you I can change your mind. -[scoffs] About what?
Let's have drinks. Find out.
I don't think that's a very good idea. [chuckles]
It's just a drink.
Give me a call.
Don't hold your breath, Kris Downey.
Talk to you soon, Officer Bosch.
-Hey, Mank. -Hey.
You requested a copy of our daily worksheet?
Oh, yeah, thanks.
You got a minute?
-Sure. -Okay, let's go in here.
Okay.
Uh... [sniffs] ...the real reason I wanted to see you... Now, this is just between us.
Little birdie told me that IA is gonna come talk to you.
I think I know what this is about.
Mmm. All right, so you'll be prepared.
I've dealt with them before.
Yeah, but never when you were on the griddle.
Well, it's not that serious.
-Is it? -[stammers]
I've said too much, all right?
Just let me know if you need anything.
Did you use that phone to communicate with anyone outside the prison?
[clicks tongue] May have.
Don't recall.
My wife. Love of my life.
[chuckles] The calls highlighted in yellow.
Mm-hmm. Rita Tedesco.
And do you recognize the number highlighted in blue?
No.
That number belongs to a phone located in the Hollywood Hills.
Mm-hmm, you say so.
Do you know who resides at that residence?
-Not a clue. -Harry Bosch.
You're kidding me.
Did you call that phone number?
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take the Fifth on that one.
Thank you for your time.
As Mr. Porter indicated, I have a brief statement.
[inhales deeply] What Emmitt Archer is pulling
is the oldest, dirtiest trick in the playbook.
It's a desperate last-ditch effort to destroy my credibility.
And wouldn't it be sad if this city's supposed guardian of the truth
were to blindly fall in line with a political rush to judgment?
The Los Angeles Times used to have backbone.
Used to have balls.
Are those days over?
Is that your statement?
Look, the job of the District Attorney is to lead people to the truth.
But these days,
people have lost faith in institutional integrity and I don't blame them.
And Harry Bosch?
Isn't this a man you once sued for civil rights violations?
More than once.
But I also know Harry Bosch to be a man of great honor and decency.
I don't need more than five minutes on a debate stage with Emmitt Archer
to know exactly what he is.
A "what's in it for me?" politician.
We deserve better.
[lock beeps]
[Bosch] Lopez?
You guys let Borders make a phone call?
-No. -Why did I see his wife out there?
She used to work here, right?
I-I'm telling you guys, something ain't jake here.
I don't know what, but you guys are being played.
-We all are. -Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll see.
[speaking Spanish]
You as well.
[line ringing]
[automated voice] Welcome to SoCal Bank.
-Your call is important to us... -[line beeps]
[line rings]
This is Sharat. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking today?
Finbar McShane.
Forgot my password.
Can you help me reset it?
[Sharat] I'd be happy to.
Could you give me the last four digits of your social security number?
One, three, six, two.
Damn. Shit's an S-Class.
Dope ride.
Probably a public defender.
[scoffs] Don't start.
[chuckles]
Hey, that thing you said might die on the vine?
Yeah?
It didn't.
IA wants to talk to me.
Fucking IA.
Motherfuckers.
[sighs] Cone of silence.
So I took a call from my dad's phone.
From the prison.
S-Some guy claiming...
claiming that he took out Dockweiler for my dad.
And I didn't report it.
Case have legs?
I'm kind of in the fucking dark here...
[stammers] ...'cause I-I don't know what my dad did or didn't do.
You can't let this fuck up your career, chava.
You only have to speak to what you did. Not your dad.
That's his truth to carry.
-Not yours. -You're right.
You're right.
I know I'm right.
He was always just such a hero to me, you know?
Feet of clay, parents.
Except mine.
My parents are perfect.
[both chuckle]
[sighs]
-[breathes heavily] -[line rings]
[Bosch] This is Harry Bosch. Leave me a message.
[line beeps]
Mr. Bosch, you were right. We need to talk about Finbar McShane.
[sighs] Please call me.
[lock beeps]
-So when the fuck am I gonna see the DA? -How about never?
Why would you care?
Heard all you did was take the Fifth to save your own ass.
Yeah. Well, you want the whole enchilada,
you gotta make it worth my while.
Yeah. We'll take that under advisement.
In the meantime, sit back, shut the fuck up and enjoy your ride back to Wasco.
Just passed Plaza Olvera, headed north on Main.
[associate] Copy. Got you on GPS.
Turning onto Albion.
[tires squeal]
-[Lopez] Hey, hey, hey! -Fuck!
-I got you, bro. -[Borders] Come on, come on, come on.
[Lopez grunts]
Come on. [groans]
-[breathes heavily] -Shit.
-Fuckin' A. We did it. [grunts] -Giddy up, motherfucker.
[chuckles] Give me that. Thank you, brother.
Freeze, motherfucker.
Fucking...
Go, go, go, go, go.
-[tire hisses] -[grunts]
Fuck this!
-[exclaims] -Where you going?
[both grunt]
-[grunts, groans] -On mark.
-Cover me, Jimmy. -Go, go, go, go, go, go.
[grunts]
-Clear. -[Ben panting]
Don't fucking move!
-Hey, Lopez. You okay? -We're clear.
Hey, call it in.
I'm going after Borders.
[grunts]
[breathes heavily] Fuck!
[grunts]
-[pants] -Fuck.
Fucking...
[grunting] Fuck!
Goddamn it.
[panting]
[exhales sharply]
[panting]
-[gunshot] -[inhales sharply]
[gunshot]
[inhales sharply]
[whispers] Fuck.
[grunts]
Fuck. [whispers] Fuck.
[panting] Oh, fuck.
[grunts] Fuck.
[breathes heavily]
-[Borders shouts] -[grunts]
-Fuck. [grunts] -[grunts, groans]
[Borders pants]
You fucking owe me, Bosch.
[groans]
A thank-you, at least?
[sniffs] For taking out that sick fuck Dockweiler.
No?
You're still a man of few words, huh?
[sniffs] I like that.
[sniffs] You put me in.
I'm gonna take you out.
Drop it!
Put it down. Down!
[pants]
Down!
[grunts]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[chattering on radio]
You okay?
Nary a scratch.
You were set up.
We all got played.
We'll clear your name.
I know you will, brother.
[chattering on radio]
It's okay. I'm okay.
I'm okay.
[Maddie] Okay.
[sighing] Oh, God.
-He has abused the power of his office... -[camera shutter clicking]
...chasing a phony prosecution for his own political gain.
He has smeared the name of an innocent man.
He has cost the citizens of LA County money and resources.
And worse, has squandered their faith and trust in the law.
[Sheila] Mr. Bosch, you were right. We need to talk about Finbar McShane.
Please call me.
-Everything okay? -Yeah, just a loose end.
Uh, I gotta grab some stuff out of my Jeep.
You mind if I drop you off?
As long as you promise to bring it back in one piece.
Sheila.
[sighs]
[Bosch] Next time on Bosch: Legacy...
The guy who did this. Disappeared an entire family.
[detective] We've already got a BOLO out for McShane.
We'll pick him up soon enough.
No, you won't. He's gone.
[Lopez] This could be a place for a hideout.
-You think Rita's in there? -[Robertson] Only one way to find out.
[reporter] How do you feel about your chances?
Well, I certainly know who I voted for.
McShane knows they're going up to the cabin for the weekend,
but there's no physical evidence.
Place was wiped clean.
So he killed them somewhere else.
Where'd he hide the bodies?
Not a small area to search.
[Mo] I came prepared.
Keep driving.
I'm not getting caught.
No one's trying to catch us.
Silver Toyota Corolla.
Go ahead and roll.
-[tires squeal] -[siren wailing]
Police! Get your hands up!