[Bosch] Previously on Bosch: Legacy...
[Vasquez] The handbag in the photo. Where'd your wife buy it?
There's this girl. She comes in with stuff to sell.
Silver Toyota Corolla.
Tinted windows.
- [Victoria] Keep driving. - [operator] 911, what's your emergency?
I just saw a man pointing a gun at someone.
Police! Get your hands up!
Paranoid, huh?
- [Vasquez] False alarm. - No gun?
- I think we just got made. - [exhales sharply]
[Honey] Is that your son?
He was dating an older man.
One who liked to do drugs and inject his boyfriends.
That's Patrick Currey. He's a city councilman.
[Bosch] Found them, the Gallaghers.
They're all dead.
The guy who did this...
[Lowry] Finbar McShane.
[Bosch] He's gone. He's fucking gone.
Where's my nephew?
Parking the car.
Where you been hiding?
Ah, you know. Been busy.
Ladies and gentlemen, the new district attorney of Los Angeles,
Honey Chandler.
[Robertson] What are we now, friends?
[chuckles] Let's do this again soon.
- [Robertson] What do you recommend? - Barbacoa tacos.
[robber] All the fucking money. Now. Wallet.
- Hey, be cool, son. Be cool. - [gunshot]
[outreach 1] Good morning, everyone.
[outreach 2] How are you feeling today?
We've got some food and water.
Can you remember when that was?
Good morning. You want some fruit?
I can't with my teeth.
Got a sandwich for you.
If you need anything else, we'll be around, okay?
Hi. Veronica. This is Jeremy.
Mind if we come in?
What's your name?
Can I have two sandwiches?
Of course.
Here you go.
If you want more food, water, we'll be here a few more hours.
Please hold this. I'll be two minutes.
[SWAT leader] "Second floor. Second room on the left. Red hoodie."
Fuck. Fuck.
[SWAT officer 1] We got a runner.
- [SWAT officer 2] Hands up. - [SWAT officer 3] Stop right there!
Freeze. Diego Perra, you're under arrest.
Drop the backpack.
Now put your hands up and get down on your knees.
On your knees.
Now down to your stomach.
Cuff him.
[Hughes] People of Los Angeles, we got him.
After a monthlong manhunt, we've made an arrest in the murder of Jimmy Robertson.
And now the district attorney would like to take a few questions.
Good morning.
And it is a very good morning.
Earlier today, LAPD SWAT officers arrested Diego Perra,
hiding out in an abandoned building east of downtown.
He was taken into custody without incident or further violence.
I would like to take this opportunity, before we get into questions,
to thank Chief Hughes, the Los Angeles Police Department
and the rest of our law enforcement partners for their relentless efforts,
as well as the community for their unwavering support.
Let the arrest of Diego Perra mark a new chapter in our city.
One in which we not only uphold our laws,
but serve justice to those who defend them.
I'll now take a few questions.
- Yes? - To Jimmy.
Jimmy.
[reporter] ...try to seek the maximum penalty under the law?
Absolutely. In this case, I think it's warranted.
[exhales sharply]
I, um, know you two weren't close.
More so lately.
Law catches up.
Remains to be seen.
Dad, they caught the guy.
Cold comfort.
Justice will be done.
One way or another.
♪ 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]
[record player crackling]
- [knocks on door] - [door opens]
[door closes]
Late night?
Early morning.
You want to do this now? Finbar McShane?
Why not?
[crackling stops]
Bank accounts and credit cards, no activity.
Ditto phone and social media.
Man's a fucking phantom.
McShane said he bought a 30% stake in Gallagher's business.
We find out where that money came from,
might give us a lead on his current whereabouts.
- It'll take time. - Takes what it fucking takes. Right?
Right.
I'm on it.
Meanwhile, Perra's holed up in some shithole squat way downtown.
Hear how they found him? Anonymous tip.
- Old school. - Hope the DA goes for the needle.
Too bad one's the limit.
Chandler has to go to special allegations. He shot a cop.
Too bad the governor put a moratorium on executions.
He has the rest of his life to suffer.
Listen to you.
You know how many inmates are on death row in California?
690, give or take.
Jesus. Jump to the front of the line, Señor Perra.
Chandler better get this one right.
- [guard] Turn around. - [Perra] Go fuck yourself.
[guard] I said, turn the fuck around.
Hands up.
[knocks on door]
I'll call you back.
Now a good time?
Yes. Good of you to stop by.
I wanted to thank you.
The smooth transition is much appreciated.
Oh. Well, to the victor.
[stammers] This Perra case. Solid?
He robbed a taco truck in front of about a dozen witnesses.
Broad strokes?
Robertson's in line. He orders, steps aside to wait.
Gunman turns on him.
- Draws focus. De-escalates. - Well, he tries to,
but the robber points his gun, demands Jimmy's wallet.
He starts to reach for something.
Robber shoots him in the head.
Sweet Jesus.
[sighs] You met the CAPOs working the case?
Just in passing.
So many new faces.
Corvus Pike, Raquel Bowers.
They're best of the best.
Good to know.
Three witnesses put Perra in the Maven Bar drinking in the hours before the murder.
Did he go straight to the taco truck?
We're still working on that.
But witnesses say that they saw the shooter wearing a black ski mask,
carried a black one-shoulder backpack, and matched Perra's height and build.
An MO that matches half a dozen previous taco truck robberies
we think he's good for.
He shoot anyone?
First time.
Breaks the pattern.
What about ballistics?
We have the murder weapon.
Ballistics match a weapon that was found in a black backpack,
hidden at the girlfriend's place.
We're ready to file.
Can we prove that Perra knew Robertson was a cop or should have known?
We're bolstering that.
Understood.
It's a bad look if we don't file swift and stiff on Perra.
Then how do we swiftly and stiffly tighten our case?
Well, there's one way.
Run a Perkins.
[door lock buzzes, releases]
[guard] Let's go.
Get in, Perra.
Enjoy your stay.
[door lock clicks, buzzes]
Rub them. Your wrists. Rub them.
Makes the cuff marks last longer.
Your lawyer can take pics.
[Bowers] Undercover cop's better than a CI in court every time.
Good call.
[cellmate on laptop] So you the dude. Plugged that cop.
[Perra] Didn't do shit.
Fucking innocent.
Ain't we all.
Stick to your story, youngblood.
Intend to.
[cellmate] They jammed me up.
Said I had five ounces.
- Wasn't more than two. - [sighs] Shit, man.
I rolled a few taco trucks, but I ain't kill no one.
Much less a cop. I wasn't even there.
[cellmate] Better hope somebody can vouch.
[Perra] Man, I was asleep at home.
Dead drunk.
Tied one on that night.
My coz? They said he popped a cop.
Jury gave him life without.
Get out ahead of it, man.
- I'm telling you. - Man, ain't nothing to get ahead of.
I take money, not lives.
More charges on the robberies.
We'll put them on his tab.
Man, yo, fuck this shit. Yo! Yo!
Where's my motherfucking lawyer?
[sighs] That's that.
He just invoked. Perkins is kaput.
Well, it's a start.
Whoever represents him is in for a rude awakening.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Smoked you again, fool.
0 for ten.
[Nestor groans] Yo, I'm tired of this shit, man.
Yeah, I know.
About time we got out and got after it again, huh?
- [Albert sighs] - Too soon. Heat's still high.
[scoffs] Starving, man.
It's a month of starving.
I'm hungry, dog. Ain't you?
He's right. We can't hunker down forever.
[clears throat] We get pinched, money won't matter.
- Well, man's gotta eat, right? - Girls too.
Hey. Hey, baby, come here.
- [Victoria sighs] - Come on.
[sighs]
[chuckles] Okay.
Let's liquidate some of the merch.
That'll float us a minute. You down?
Yeah, that's fine. Just say when.
Consider any old contacts burned and be smart about who you sell to.
Hey, guess what?
Perra just lawyered up and his attorney wants to meet.
L. Roman Stallworth.
The Stalwart. Interesting.
Irritating.
Guy's shoulder to shoulder with us for ten years,
then joins the dark side and spills our tea.
Well, you don't have to like him, but let's respect him.
He's a formidable opponent.
I'll set the meeting.
Make it for tonight.
That's quick.
Why wait?
You've got the wrong man.
Diego Perra did not kill Robertson.
The evidence would argue otherwise.
So does this cloak-and-dagger meeting.
I'm here, and not grandstanding in the DA's office, out of respect for you.
Oh, please.
Your respect for me ended the second your billable hours began.
Diego's interview was quite short.
Was it?
I suspect the police ran a Perkins on him.
Your silence speaks volumes.
Shall we order? I'm starving.
- [sighs] - What are we looking at?
Footage from the night of.
My client returning home from the Maven Bar.
Inebriated.
Twelve minutes later, a sober man exits.
When I put that in front of a jury, they'll think it's two different guys.
And this footage just magically appeared?
Neighbor moved the camera around.
Cops must have missed it.
I'm not exactly sure what you think you have here.
The only thing I need.
Groundwork for reasonable doubt.
You just got into office.
Don't crash and burn on takeoff.
Shall we order?
He sobered up quickly.
You think you maybe got the wrong guy?
I think this could... And I stress, "could" leave us open to reasonable doubt.
Whatever you need.
Here's a copy of the Robertson murder book.
This has to be sub rosa.
Media, people, cops are all with you on Perra.
Sure you wanna go this route?
- Wind's at your back. - True.
I just know what this could mean for all of us if we're wrong.
A fine piece. Where'd you get it?
My tío. He passed.
Condolences.
Were you close?
He left me his watch, didn't he?
So, how much?
Call it 1,200.
Aight. Deal.
Just need your ID.
[exhales sharply] Left it at home.
I'm sorry. No ID, no deal.
I could lose my license.
All right. I'll be back.
- I'll be here. - [door buzzes]
[Mo] Popping pills like candy and guzzling Patrón like Pellegrino.
It appears Mr. Currey likes to party.
Yeah, I wish he worked this hard at City Council.
- [chuckles] - Anyone leave with him?
No takers yet.
[Honey] Seems he has a type.
- Definite preference. - [knocks on door]
Keep me posted.
Chief Hughes on two.
Got it.
[inhales deeply]
Chief, how can I help?
[Hughes] Thought you'd like to know Diego Perra
is being processed for booking at lightning speed.
- Good to hear. - Hmm.
How's the case coming?
- Well, we got Perra to bite on a Perkins. - I heard.
And his confession to prior robberies
helps paint the picture of a career criminal
and low-level gangbanger.
So you'll be filing charges soon.
At the appropriate time.
Detective Jimmy Robertson was a beloved member of this department.
We expect the charges will reflect that.
Well, let's just make sure Perra doesn't fall down a flight of stairs
in our custody.
Will do.
Thank you.
[Bosch] Chrono's wired tight.
Gonna need an image of the timeline blown up.
Crime scene photos too.
I'll handle that.
You were close?
Close enough.
Court of public opinion's already convicted Perra.
And honestly, I can see why.
We can start by verifying those witness statements.
Get off our asses, knock on doors.
Listen, Mo.
- Way I spoke before... - Harry...
No, just let me finish.
It was unacceptable.
Cool.
[Bosch] What'd you see?
[witness] Guy came out of nowhere. Pulled a piece.
What did he look like?
Couldn't really tell.
Dark green hoodie, black ski mask.
- See his face? - No. Like I said,
"Dark green hoodie, black ski mask."
After he pulled the gun?
I hit the dirt, man. I didn't see shit after.
Any distinguishing marks?
[inhales deeply] A tattoo on his wrist.
Like the end of something coming out of his sleeve.
You mean like a pipe? Or handle?
I don't wanna guess. I don't know.
See anything else?
Not face down on the floor of my truck.
Just heard that poor cop say, "Be cool."
And then bang.
I started to run but I tripped, fell down.
You saw him shoot the cop?
I only heard a bang, and the cop, he just dropped.
You mentioned a boyfriend in your statement.
We gave our information to the police. I'm not sure what happened from there.
You want me to call him?
No, I'd rather speak to him in person.
Can I get his name?
Jason Swift.
Here.
"Cheryl Bradley, see statement."
"Jason Swift, see girlfriend's statement."
Didn't they see the same thing?
That's what the beat cops assumed.
So, nobody talked to Jason Swift.
Let's go.
Camera probably moved before we canvassed it.
You can't find what you can't see.
All right. So, what else is out there that we don't have?
We have Perra's timeline.
But not his whereabouts between the bar and the murder.
- All our bases are covered. - No. Not all.
[Pike sighs]
What else is it that you want?
Anything that can either support or negate this video.
What did Perra drink at the bar? How many?
What time did he leave?
Did he go somewhere either before or after the murder?
We've worked all that ground.
Rework it.
We need to undermine this video.
Perra's already confessed to the previous robberies.
Guys, we cannot simply ignore this video.
Now, I realize I'm asking for the moon. So what else do you need to get there?
Extra paralegal.
Maybe two.
I'll give you four, but get going.
When the gunman demanded his money, how did Detective Robertson react?
Put his hands up, went for his pocket, said, "I'm reaching for it."
His pocket?
His back pocket.
- Could you show me? - Yeah. Uh...
Like, uh, reaching for his wallet.
You're sure it was that side?
Hundred percent.
Did Detective Robertson make any kind of threatening moves?
No, sir.
He said, uh, "Be cool." And the guy just shot him.
Got a thread.
Need to see the crime scene photos.
Robertson had his hands up,
reaches for his wallet which was in his back left pocket.
Gun's on his right. So's his badge. Which Perra could've seen.
So why does a guy who's never shot anyone in any of his previous robberies
gun down a cop on this one?
You got me.
[Bosch] Let's see that aerial photo.
Only one camera had a line of sight of the murder.
Murder book says camera was BO?
[Bosch] Broken order.
It wasn't working.
- Can you describe his behavior? - Ah. Jittery. Trying to stay cool.
Can you give us his description?
I'll do you one better.
Look familiar?
Nestor Gomez. We worked this clown up for one of the follow-home robberies.
Vics couldn't give an ID,
but given he's trying to hock their stolen watch, I'd say he's good for it.
What else?
We pulled over a blue CR-V a while back registered to a Nestor Gomez,
but he wasn't driving.
A Victoria Hernandez was.
We had to let her walk with a ticket.
Girl got IDed by that studio owner, selling stolen goods.
A month ago. Nestor has stolen goods right now, so why not roll him up?
We do, Victoria goes to ground. Other triggerman too.
Nestor Gomez is not the brains of this operation. She is.
So what do you guys wanna do?
Get up on her phone, rattle her cage, see who she sings to.
We obtained a new video.
Every second of Perra entering the Maven Bar right up to his departure.
And more witnesses.
So the bartender said he had three vodka tonics over two hours.
Hardly enough to be stumbling drunk.
We also have intermittent video of Perra driving in the direction of his home,
and after that, a pit stop at the crime scene.
And nothing to indicate he was DWI.
And Stallworth's video?
We didn't know about that camera.
Neither did Perra.
And it doesn't exonerate him. It incriminates him.
The new evidence is intriguing, his alcohol consumption in particular.
But I don't think it's enough to win over a jury.
I have tried over 90 cases.
I know what a jury will buy.
As do I.
Give us the room.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Every member on this team has been a prosecutor for ten years, minimum.
You've been here for a cup of coffee and a press conference,
and you're treating us like first-year law students.
Guiding with a firm hand. Given the state of the office.
You think we like the tailspin we've been in the last four years?
Cases tossed. Charges not filed.
We are gutted and disheartened.
And that is why I ran for DA.
Oh, please.
The election's over.
You know... [scoffs]
...a lot of people think that you are a breath of fresh air, a spot of hope.
Me? Not so much.
I know what wins cases.
We prosecute in this office.
You wanna win? You have to be perfect.
You want us to do more? We will.
But you need to give us the resources to do that.
I will authorize extra funding.
Transcribing, experts, interns, video. Your call.
We're burning the candle at both ends.
Forty hours comp time. For you and your entire team.
But the proof's in the pudding.
[door opens]
Jesus Christ.
Welcome. Dine-in or pick up?
We'll be eating in.
- [host] Just the two of you? - Yes.
Hello. Right this way.
[in Spanish] I'll take this table.
[parent] You sure?
Yes, go rest your feet, Moma.
[in English] I leave you fine officers in the hands of my wonderful daughter.
Lovely.
Why don't you join us?
Make it quick. I got work.
We could talk to your folks instead.
Just get on with it.
Anything you wanna share with us about these follow-home robberies?
Follow-home what?
We have you driving a blue CR-V registered to a Nestor Gomez.
He's a primary suspect in an armed robbery investigation.
I just borrowed a friend's car.
Witness IDed you selling merchandise stolen during those robberies.
That clear anything up?
Fortune.
Your witness is confused.
Maybe you should know...
you're not the only one selling.
What's this supposed to mean to me?
Come on, Victoria, don't play dumb.
You drive his car, you hang out.
Nestor's your compadre, right?
[scoffs] I don't know what Nestor does when I'm not around.
If you don't know about this pawn shop business,
it's gotta make you wonder what else he's up to.
I don't know anything about this.
Maybe you should talk to Nestor.
Maybe we already did.
[chuckles] All right.
[chuckles] Place a to-go order 'cause I'm busy.
[phone buzzes]
[Maddie] We're just leaving.
How'd it go?
Think we gave her something to think about.
We're up on her phone.
Let you know when she sings.
Can't wait to wipe the smile off that bitch's face.
Told the cops. It wasn't working that night.
All four cameras were out?
Distorted image, blurry focus.
When did they stop working?
Late the night before the shooting. About, uh, 3:00 a.m.-ish.
- Working now? - [owner] I replaced them two days after.
No problems.
Thanks for your time.
What?
You just reach over the wall, nobody sees you.
You rub the right magnet over the cameras, it blurs focus and distorts image.
So, intentional.
I'd lay money on it.
You could see everything from here.
Could have.
Jimmy leaves Boardner's on Cherokee, walks across that parking lot.
Taco truck was here.
Jimmy orders, steps aside.
The shooter comes up on him, kills him right here.
Shooter runs that way, gets in his car, hauls ass down Hollywood Boulevard.
Fucking thin air.
Those cameras would have caught all of this.
Rendered inoperable hours before Robertson's death.
Maybe this murder wasn't so random.
Someone made damn sure it couldn't be seen.
I keep waiting for a call. And I know it's not coming.
Anything I can help you with?
That's kind.
No, no.
I've... I've, um,
a cousin, uh, from Boston coming to help sort and pack.
And, um...
I'm on my way home.
To Dublin.
There's nothing to keep me here.
It's one funeral.
Four coffins.
The mortuary people were so kind. They, um...
Mahogany. It's what they suggested.
Even for the... [breathes shakily] ...even for the little ones.
[cries]
I'll, uh...
reach out to you if anything breaks.
I feel, uh...
like I failed you somehow.
No, you've done everything.
All you could.
Not all.
Got a hit on Victoria Hernandez's phone. After your visit, she sent a text.
"LG @ 8."
Lemon Grove Park.
Who did she send the text to?
A burner. So we don't know who she's meeting.
Maybe Nestor. I'ma take a bite out of his dumb ass for selling stupid.
Lemon Grove Park isn't that big. We shouldn't roll hard.
You two up for another field trip?
[Mo] McShane owned a truck stop in Albany before he hooked up with Gallagher.
Business was failing.
Then it burned down,
and that fire was the best thing that ever happened to his raggedy-ass truck stop.
Insurance settlement.
How he bought a stake in Gallagher's.
Also kicked up a federal investigation.
Interstate commercial business.
McShane doesn't have a record.
Feds dismissed the charges?
Never filed them.
But I peeped the case file, and many a sealed documents lie within.
Could be anything.
Warrants. Affidavits.
There's a special declaration.
Feds trying to hide somebody. Or some thing.
But sealed federal files are kept in a box.
There is no way we get access to those.
[sighs]
Let me take a stab.
From my personal collection.
This is stored somewhere other than county property, I assume.
Just outside it.
Looks like you found a new witness.
Investigators did.
And with the funds that you're providing, we're hiring two more.
Good. Who's the witness?
[smacks lips, sighs] Girlfriend's neighbor.
Saw Perra's car leave the girlfriend's place
about an hour or so after Robertson was killed.
Stashing the murder weapon.
[Pike] Mm-hmm.
Look, I have to apologize.
Things got a little heated and I must admit I was a-a bit skeptical.
A bit.
Downright dubious and hoping for my speedy departure.
[chuckles]
Well, regardless, you kept your word.
At the end of the day, that's all we have.
That's a bromide, but I appreciate it.
[exhales sharply] Perra's going down.
Wish they were more punctual.
Not my overtime.
I'd wait all night for another shot at this chick.
I've got eyes on the target.
We're on. It's her.
She's meeting with some dude.
Nobody came in or out.
[Vasquez] He was already here.
That dumbass Nestor tried to sell at a pawnshop.
I said, "Be smart." He's on camera selling hot.
No way. They can't prove he knew it was stolen.
It ain't shit.
Cops came at me in my parents' restaurant. So don't tell me, "It ain't shit."
Collapse on you?
Hold position.
Nestor or any other possibles come in or out, holler.
Copy.
Mi amor, if they had anything they'd have pulled you in.
Same with Nestor.
He keeps acting a fool, they might.
[Maddie] Status update?
Nada. They're just talking.
We gotta talk to him.
I'll talk with him. You relax, all right?
Look... [sighs]
[no audible dialogue]
Did you see who she was with?
Too dark to make out a face.
[sighs] This report's gonna be fun to write.
I'll handle it.
One of the witnesses said Robertson wasn't going for his gun.
He was reaching for his wallet.
Can you corroborate that?
Camera that could was disabled the night before the murder.
This shooter planned ahead.
I think he knew Robertson was a cop.
Harry, what's your gut on this?
Robertson was assassinated.
[Bosch] Next time on Bosch: Legacy...
We are here in the matter of The People versus Diego Perra.
District Attorney Honey Chandler for The People.
Sealed federal documents. That is a fool's errand.
You don't think I can get eyes on them.
- [chuckles] I know you can't. - You're on.
A heads-up would have been nice.
But would look a lot worse if the case fell apart.
[person] Someone's been asking about you.
Word to the wise. I can be a friend to you, Honey Chandler.
- What's the plan? - [Morrison] Tail Nestor Gomez.
[Albert] We just lay low, okay?
[Maddie] Could this be our other follow-home knucklehead?
[tires screech]
Auntie. Was I speeding or something?
We need to talk.
Need your help.
What kind?
[Bosch] Address on that ticket is from this garage.
Exact time and place Jimmy was murdered.
Another officer might be crossing a line.
You have to decide how much of the gray you're willing to live in.