[Bosch] Previously on Bosch: Legacy...
[Michelle] ...the new district attorney of Los Angeles.
- Freeze. - [Honey] Earlier today,
LAPD SWAT officers arrested Diego Perra.
You wanna win? You have to be perfect.
I know what wins cases.
- [salesperson] A fine piece. - [Nestor] So, how much?
1,200.
- [Maddie] Can you give us his description? - [salesperson] I'll do you one better.
[Vasquez] Nestor Gomez.
We pulled over a blue CR-V a while back.
- [in Spanish] This your car? - A friend's.
- [Vasquez, in English] He wasn't driving. - [Maddie] Victoria Hernandez was.
- [Maddie] Status update? - Nada.
[parent] He was dating an older man.
One who liked to do drugs and inject his boyfriends.
[Honey] That's Patrick Currey. He's a city councilman.
It appears Mr. Currey likes to party.
[Honey] Seems he has a type.
Trail stinks.
You know what I mean, Janice?
You quit the bureau tonight and I won't out you.
Uno.
Game over.
Robertson wasn't going for his gun.
He was reaching for his wallet.
Harry, what's your gut on this?
Robertson was assassinated.
"I'm ready for my close-up."
Loves the spotlight, doesn't she?
Well, she's on our side now.
Is she?
All rise.
Court is now in session.
The Honorable Judge Simon Newland presiding.
Be seated.
We are here in the matter of The People versus Diego Perra.
Will counsel please state your appearance?
L. Roman Stallworth for Diego Perra, who's present in court in custody.
District Attorney Honey Chandler for The People.
Ms. Chandler, are you the attorney of record?
Not Mr. Pike?
Your Honor, I am the attorney of record for arraignment
and will participate in prosecution through the trial.
Mr. Perra, please step forward.
Mr. Perra, do you waive the full reading of your statement of rights?
Yes, Your Honor.
Madam District Attorney, please. Proceed.
At this time, on behalf of the state of California,
the District Attorney's office charges Diego Perra
with six counts of armed robbery.
- [clamoring] - [crowd member 1] What the hell?
Our office may amend these charges at a future date.
- [crowd member 2] Whoa, what? - What about a murder charge?
- [crowd member 3] This is crazy! - Order.
I don't believe this.
- Order. - [crowd member 4] You gotta be joking me.
I will instruct bailiffs to clear the courtroom.
[crowd member 5] That guy's a murderer.
[reporters clamoring]
[reporter 1] Why didn't you file a murder charge?
[reporter 2] What do you say to the officers who want justice for Robertson?
Madam DA, is it true you did not follow the recommendations of your team?
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[music ends]
[sighs]
So where are we on Finbar McShane?
Still working it.
Oh. Wave the white flag.
Sealed federal documents?
That is a fool's errand.
I'll have to find another way.
You don't think I can get eyes on them.
[chuckles] I know you can't.
Them's fighting words.
I'd feel bad taking your money.
You're on.
- Robertson's murder book? - Yeah.
Need to retrace Jimmy's steps, walk through his last night.
- [door opens] - [clears throat] Chief Hughes on line one.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
[door closes]
[inhales sharply, sighs]
- Chief. - A heads-up would've been nice.
I really do apologize.
Not filing promptly on a cop killer demoralizes the department.
And not a good look for you.
But we'd look a lot worse if the case fell apart.
And what should I tell my 9,000 officers
who want to know if the DA's office will look out for them if, God forbid,
they should get killed in the line of duty?
That I want justice for Robertson just as much as they do.
Which is why I'm taking the time necessary to build an unimpeachable case.
"Taking the time"?
Yeah, that'll ease their minds.
Have you heard from the mayor?
No.
Mmm.
I have.
[sighs]
What puts this case over the top for you?
Perra's DNA on any part of the murder weapon.
They're testing the bullets.
[inhales deeply] So... [clears throat] ...while we wait?
Here's a question.
Why would Perra be stupid enough to hide the gun at his girlfriend's place?
Criminals do stupid shit.
[stammers] I need a better answer than that.
Police already interviewed the girlfriend.
Let's talk to her again.
- [Maddie] Have you seen Vasquez? - Banged in sick.
- You're stuck with me today. - She never calls in sick. Iron woman.
- [chuckles] - What's the plan?
Tail Nestor Gomez.
Who's on the wiretap?
Morgan.
See you out back in five.
You really think Nestor's dumb enough to try another pawnshop?
Question answers itself.
[sighs]
How long Jimmy stick around?
Finished his drink and split.
Say where he was going?
It seemed like he was on his way home.
You have any contact with him earlier in the day?
A few texts.
Quick call.
Remember what he talked about?
[chuckles] Trust me.
- It wasn't work related. - [chuckles]
[Shaz sniffles]
I keep thinking I'll wake up
and he'll be sitting across the bar,
that little Jimmy smirk on his face.
- I know the one. - [chuckles]
[chuckles]
Always the smartest guy in the room.
And he'd be right.
[chuckles]
His stuff is still in my closet.
Can't get rid of it.
But I can't stand to look at it either.
[door closes]
[engine starts]
[tires screech]
Auntie, was I speeding or something?
- We need to talk. - What's going on?
Follow me.
[sighs]
I'm gonna be real with you.
Give you a chance to tell me the truth.
- About? - Your friend Nestor Gomez.
Your girlfriend, Victoria Hernandez.
[chuckles] Look, they're not...
- I don't-- - You don't know them?
Yeah, I mean, we hang out, but I wouldn't say that she's my girlfriend.
Your phone calls, your texts. Last week alone.
Want me to go on?
- What? Is she in some kind of trouble? - Don't fuck with me.
You can bullshit your mother, not me.
We ID'd Victoria selling stolen merch at a recording studio in Hollywood.
Or should I say Fortune.
We got security footage of your boy Nestor trying to hawk a watch at a pawnshop.
A very expensive stolen watch from a follow-home robbery.
Got the serial number to prove it.
And we know there's a third bad hombre in this lame-ass little outfit.
[scoffs] What? You think that that's me?
God help you if it is.
Look, Nestor and me, we hang out, but... [stammers] ...that's--
- What about Fortune? - What? You mean Victoria?
If that's how you wanna play it.
We hook up once in a while.
Your mother would be so proud.
- Tía, por favor, I swear. That's it. - Listen to me.
You're my little nephew. But if you're involved in these follow-homes
or any other kind of gang bullshit...
I'm making you a one-time offer.
Come clean now and I might, just might, be able to help you.
Tía, you got the wrong idea about me.
If those two are mixed up in some bad shit, it's news to me.
Look, I can fish around, see what I could find, but I'm not in this shit.
Right.
Don't ever say you haven't been warned.
Fuck.
[phone buzzing]
Mr. Josh.
Don't tell me I didn't pay my tab the other night.
No. Hey, uh, someone's been asking about you.
Oh, well, if they're interested, I'm all over social media.
Not that kind of asking.
More like who you hang with, leave with.
I got the sense he was going from club to club.
- Cute? - Chill vibe.
- Had a beard. Ponytail. - My type?
[chuckles] No.
Uh, maybe you should take this seriously, councilman.
[inhales deeply, sighs]
Well, just call me if he comes by again.
Will do.
Thank you.
Address on that ticket is from this garage.
I found it going through Jimmy Robertson's personal effects.
November 14, 11:00 p.m. Las Palmas.
Exact time and place Jimmy was murdered.
- Invitation to an execution. - No.
He was working a case here with someone.
- A DEA. - Any idea who?
No.
Any idea what?
Drogas.
Let me see what I can find out.
Thanks, brother.
Our friend might be talking to us from beyond the grave.
If anybody could, it would be him.
[phone buzzes]
- Bosch. - How you holding up?
I've been better.
What do you want?
I need to know what Jimmy was working on.
Specifically anything tied to narcotics, the DEA.
Is this the part where you tell me the real killer's still out there?
This is where I remind you there's no definitive evidence
that puts Perra anywhere near that taco truck on the night.
- It was a frame? - What it looks like to me.
Look, anyone finds out I gave up Jimmy's cases to a PI defending a cop killer,
my career's shitcanned.
He was your partner. Don't quit on your partner.
You got five minutes.
The cops found the gun in here.
Asked me did I know about it.
I had no idea. That's the truth.
Verdad. Diego didn't even know there's a drawer.
Your neighbor saw his car parked out front shortly after the shooting.
I never saw him.
Is there anything else you wanna tell us?
[inhales sharply]
I heard something that night.
The night the cop was killed.
I heard someone.
Middle of the night.
Someone fucked with the sliding glass door.
Pulled the stick out.
You report it?
Called the cops.
They came by, but nothing was missing.
So they didn't do anything.
And you're sure someone entered the apartment?
Most definitely.
- Your boyfriend? - And why would he break in?
He has a key.
[sighs] Good question.
[Lopez] Summary of Jimmy's cases.
That's all I could get my hands on.
- Anything involving narcotics? - Yeah.
- Just the one. - Juan Doe.
Body dump in South LA.
How'd a Juan Doe land on Jimmy's desk?
South Bureau. Got overextended.
- Sent it up to RHD. - Can you get ahold of the murder book?
His cases are under lock and key. You know that.
And?
I'll see what I can find.
Good.
Police responded to Sofia Velasco's call the night of.
No report.
Nothing of value missing.
When Roman Stallworth gets ahold of this,
the door opens that much wider to reasonable doubt.
Perra could have broken in himself.
To hide the murder weapon.
Forgets the key. He's desperate.
- Drunk. - High on adrenaline.
He's going there to hide the murder weapon.
Of course he doesn't wake her and tell her.
Gives her plausible deniability.
Any word on the DNA?
Not yet, but I lit a fire under them.
I'll let you know.
Are we having fun yet?
- Oh, a blast. What's up? - Uh, Councilman Currey called.
Oh. What does he want?
Five minutes with you tomorrow.
Any idea why?
Oh, he's probably questioning how tough you really are on crime.
- Get in line. - [chuckles]
- I'll tell him tomorrow doesn't work. - No, fit him in.
Okay, will do.
- You look tired. - Still on graveyards.
Can't sleep during the day.
- [grunts] - Albert been around?
In and out. Keeping busy.
Mmm.
He, uh, still taking those night school courses?
[sighs] That boy is never gonna graduate.
[chuckles]
But he's been working. Friend got him a roofing job.
Hmm.
He mentioned a girlfriend the other night.
Did he? Hmm.
Doesn't tell me anything. [scoffs]
Don't take it personal. Boys and their mothers--
He's not a bad kid.
Sometimes they surprise you.
What do you mean?
I used to have to beg Albert to go visit our grandfather.
Now he's going to see him on the regular.
[inhales deeply] I need to get up there to see him.
Been too long.
[smacks lips] Was starting to wonder.
Make you sweat a little.
I don't sweat.
Not even when you found that envelope on your windshield?
Still clever.
I'll give you that.
Need your help.
- What kind? - Access to a sealed file.
[chuckles]
That's way more than help.
Granted. Risky.
Risky enough just meeting you here.
You think I'm just gonna give you unauthorized,
illegal access to federal papers?
Why in the fuck would I do that?
Uh, we haven't decided just yet.
She needs a minute to think.
[clicks tongue]
Here I was thinking we were just gonna have a... [sighs] ...nice little reunion.
The night is young.
[chuckles]
Why should I do this?
Because you owe me.
- Do I? - Indeed, you do.
[horns honking]
Your turn.
Looks like I'm going shopping.
You fucking asshead. Of course, there'd be cameras at that pawnshop.
Dude, chill, all right? It's not like I gave her my ID.
Well, the cops must have something
because they came at Victoria about questions...
Look, if Victoria's got a problem with me, man, she knows where I'm at.
[Albert] Just lay low. Okay?
- So we'll see what I can unload. - And does she know about that?
It's between us. Let me take care of it.
Could this be our other follow-home knucklehead?
- Could be. - He's in our crosshairs now.
Autopsy report. Juan Doe.
Time of death 10:00 p.m.-ish. Thereabouts.
Body was found three hours later in an alley.
Witness saw a truck pull in then out just a few minutes later.
Gives us a window to work with.
Any other headlines? Anything unusual?
Robertson ordered a fingernail analysis.
For a gunshot case?
That's Jimmy. Very smart, covering all bases.
You find any DNA under the fingernails?
No, just this unknown chalklike substance.
I'm not sure what it is.
Says the victim had a key card in his sock.
That's all they found on him.
No money, no wallet, no papers.
Anything on the card? Say where it came from?
It was blank.
Okay. Thanks, brother.
So we know our victim couldn't have been killed more than three hours away.
Doesn't exactly narrow things down, does it?
Well, what about that substance under his fingernails?
Jimmy probably got a trace analysis. I'll circle back with FSD.
That key card though...
See if I can get my hands on it.
- Councilman Currey. - Thanks for making the time, Madam DA.
Absolutely. Please, have a seat.
Thank you.
[sighs]
I'm guessing you're here because you're worried you backed the wrong horse.
[chuckles] Not at all.
Nothing wrong with making some waves, as long as you got a good reason for it.
I can assure you, I do.
I expected as much.
You know, it's occurred to me that you and I don't know each other that well.
Or at all.
You were the candidate for change and I liked what you had to say.
So did the people in my district.
- I think my endorsement didn't hurt. - Absolutely.
And I appreciate the support.
Word to the wise.
Emmitt Archer became closed off.
Paranoid.
Didn't maintain good relationships with his constituents and colleagues.
In the end, that hurt him as much as anything.
Just my two cents. [chuckles]
We've got lots of problems to tackle.
- Together. - And that is why I'm here.
I can be a friend to you, Honey Chandler.
I'm sure you can.
[in Spanish] Thank you, my angel.
Of course. Least I can do.
Sorry I haven't visited you in a while.
Everyone has their excuses.
Always the martyr.
Heard Albert's been visiting.
Yes. He's been around a few times lately.
Brings his girlfriend, too.
Really?
Yes.
She is my sweetheart.
Takes me out at sunset.
Calls it date night.
Albert doesn't join you?
No. He just wants to watch TV.
- [knocking] - [nurse, in English] Time for lunch.
[chuckles] My granddaughter.
[chuckles] She come to see me today.
- Nice to meet you. - You too.
[in Spanish] I'm going to finish unloading groceries.
I'll join you.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
[in English] Bye-bye.
[Vasquez sighs]
[sighs]
Holy shit.
[sighs] Shit.
[sighs]
- [Lopez] If this wasn't for Jimmy... - We owe him that much if not more.
Don't worry. Put it back in evidence the same way you got it out.
Famous last words.
- Can you track it? - Long as the data's intact.
[beeps]
- It's from a hotel in Lancaster. - Checked in last October.
Guess he never got around to checking out.
Migrant.
Shitty hotel.
Lancaster.
Body dumped in South LA.
Diego Perra's DNA was not on the bullets.
An unknown male's was.
- Are you running it through CODIS? - In the works as we speak.
Fuck.
Welcome to the other side.
[sighs]
Alberto.
Sight for sore eyes.
Slippery Sam.
What can I do for you?
Looking to unload some merch.
Thought your girl didn't care to do business with me.
No, she likes you. She just thinks your split's a little generous.
And yet, here you are.
Must be something special.
Yeah, I got a Rolex, Chopard, diamond necklace.
All told worth 100K at least.
You know the deal.
I appraise the merchandise myself. In person.
I can arrange a show-and-tell.
Then maybe we talk turkey.
I'll hit you up.
You know where to find me.
[inhales deeply, sighs]
Hey, Sarge.
Did you take anything from the call frequency report?
No. Why?
Missing some pages here.
Someone might have left them on the copier.
ID our mystery man from the dollar store?
Yeah. Mook named Albert Torres.
He didn't show up in Victoria Hernandez's phone record.
Hmm. Run him through LexisNexis. See what pops.
[breathes deeply]
Holy shit.
This is a surprise.
- Sorry to drop by unannounced. - Don't be silly.
[inhales deeply] Smells good.
Chicken burritos from Tere's.
- Does it partner with bourbon? - Jesus. I hope not.
Is it a one or two fingers kinda night?
[speaks Spanish]
Much as I love you coming by for dinner unannounced--
You really had your heart set on that extra burrito.
Ain't the question.
You didn't come here to talk about burritos.
[inhales sharply]
I have a feeling that another officer might be...
crossing a line.
Protecting somebody they shouldn't.
- Someone dangerous? - Potentially.
Well, you have to decide how much of the gray you're willing to live in.
And what if this someone has already crossed that line?
What then?
Would I have to rat them out?
Depends.
You can wait and see.
And just because someone hasn't done the right thing yet,
doesn't mean they won't do the right thing when the time comes.
[sighs]
When are you gonna move out of your mama's house?
Get your own spot?
What? You got a problem with my mom or something?
- [chuckles] - [chuckles, sighs]
I'm just saying,
you know, it'd be good for you to do your own thing.
I was just thinking about that.
Getting out of town.
[inhales sharply] I mean, you and me.
Get out of the city.
[inhales sharply] Away from all these people.
[both sigh]
The fuck we gonna go?
My bisabuelo still has a farm in Mexico.
We could go there. Grow agave.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, you and me. Cactus farmers.
[both] Mm-hmm. [laughing]
No, thanks. [chuckles]
I was thinking more like we can make tequila.
Or mescal.
I don't know. What's better?
Working a shit job for your parents?
Waiting for the cops to sniff us out?
Albert...
I'm not gonna pack up my life.
Anyway, we'd need money to get there and a place to stay.
Let me worry about all that.
Let me take care of you for once.
- Promise your mom's gone for the night? - Oh yeah, she's working.
Why? You wanna go again?
[both chuckling]
Mmm.
[grunts]
I'm gonna grab a beer.
Make that two, please.
[sighs]
[breathes deeply]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[chuckles]
[beer opens]
[sighs]
[knocks on door]
That what I think it is?
File on Finbar McShane.
- Why was it sealed? - McShane had an accomplice.
Former intelligence asset booted from the agency.
Thank you.
You could have burned me.
Not just as a hacker, but as an agent.
Why didn't you?
Maybe I didn't want to close that door.
So you can ask for favors?
Whatever it takes.
You're shameless.
Uh.
I'd invite you to play a game of Uno, but I'm kind of a sore loser.
We have that in common.
[chuckles] Bye for now, then?
Bye.
For now.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[sighs]
Brought you some soup.
You could have called.
You're welcome.
Sorry.
Come in.
Thanks for the soup.
How you feeling? [sighs]
A little better.
What kind of sick is it?
Think I'll give you cooties?
Cooties I can handle.
Just wondering how far back to stand.
How did it go today?
We, um... [sighs]
...tailed Nestor into a dollar store.
[inhales deeply] Looked like he was meeting with somebody.
Anybody of interest?
Maddie, spit it out.
Why are you really here?
[sighs]
We need to talk about your nephew.
Jimmy's contact was a DEA agent named Nemeth.
The notes say Jimmy asked Nemeth about black ice and fentanyl.
Mentioned he was working a Juan Doe case, looking for a connection.
He asked if there was any wire chatter.
Your guy give him anything?
Nothing to give.
- That's as far as it went. - [sighs] Shit.
Okay.
Thanks, brother.
- Stay safe. - You do the same.
You think Robertson went to the taco truck to meet someone.
I do.
That ticket was the setup.
He was targeted.
Any idea who?
He was working a Juan Doe case.
Migrant.
Dumped in South LA. Case involved black ice and fentanyl.
Jesus.
We're talking drug cartel?
Well, someone went to a lot of trouble to frame Diego Perra, right?
[phone rings]
[Amanda] Corvus Pike on line two.
Pike?
Okay. I appreciate it. Thank you.
The DNA on the bullets is connected to an entirely different homicide
Jimmy was working.
You're shitting me.
- Victim? - Juan Doe.
- Our Juan Doe? - The same.
Coincidence?
Not a chance.
This was a hit.
This is sicarios.
[Bosch] Next time on Bosch: Legacy...
My nephew held people up at gunpoint.
He has to be taken into custody.
I know how we can pin him down.
No, no, no. Stick around.
The show is just about to start.
Male suspect just came out the front door.
Engage, engage.
- Drop the gun! - A name, Mr. Perra.
People call him the Pope.
[Harrick] Humberto Zorrillo.
Mexican national and top-level comandante in El Fuerte cartel.
Jimmy Robertson and I worked together. I understand he contacted you.
Traced the vic up here.
Juan was gone with the wind.
- This man ever work here? - Never seen him.
[Hughes] I'm only gonna ask this once.
What the fuck have you really been up to with Harry Bosch?