[Bosch] Previously on Bosch: Legacy...
Another officer might be crossing a line.
Doesn't mean they won't do the right thing when the time comes.
- We need to talk. - What's going on?
[Vasquez] I'm making you a onetime offer.
Come clean now, and I might be able to help you.
I'm not in this shit.
- [Lopez] Jimmy's cases. - Anything involving narcotics?
Just the one.
How'd a Juan Doe land on Jimmy's desk?
You find any DNA under the fingernails?
Just this unknown chalklike substance.
File on Finbar McShane.
- Why was it sealed? - McShane had an accomplice.
Former intelligence asset booted from the agency.
Looking to unload some merch.
I can arrange a show-and-tell.
You know where to find me.
[Edgewood] ID our mystery man from the dollar store?
[Maddie] Yeah. Mook named Albert Torres.
Maddie, spit it out. Why are you really here?
Run him through LexisNexis. See what pops.
We need to talk about your nephew.
[in Spanish] Heard Albert's been visiting.
Yes. He's been around a few times lately.
Brings his girlfriend, too.
- [in English] Holy shit. - [Bosch] Victim had a key card.
[beeps]
It's from a hotel in Lancaster.
Diego Perra's DNA was not on the bullets.
The DNA is connected to Juan Doe.
This is sicarios.
[in Spanish] Come on.
[speaks Spanish]
Now what the fuck is your excuse?
I forgot to set my alarm clock.
I'm so sorry, sir.
It won't happen again.
I promise.
- On my daughter. - Hey.
Who said you can talk to him?
It's alright.
It's only your first week.
You'll get used to the schedule.
Okay?
- Let's go. - Thank you, sir. Thank you.
[driver] What are you waiting for?
Cover your fucking eyes.
[door slides open]
Get out.
Hurry up.
[grunts]
[grunting, breathing heavily]
- Put your mouth on the crowbar. - Please don't. Please.
I'll work for free, swear to God.
However long you want.
You've got five seconds.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
What time is pickup?
[all] Five o'clock.
- Is that clear? - [grunts]
In case you forget, here's your fucking alarm clock.
[breathes heavily, grunts]
[groaning, breathing heavily]
And you? Aren't you busy, or what?
Get to work, let's go.
[grunting, breathing heavily]
Clean yourself up.
[groans]
[groaning, breathing heavily]
[in English] ♪ 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]
[sighs]
This shit is gonna tear my family apart.
Your sister?
Albert's the one she doted on, worried about, kept out of trouble.
[sighs]
I should have reported this the moment I suspected his dumb ass.
The longer you wait,
the greater the chances are somebody's gonna get hurt.
Now your ass is on the line too.
Whatever you decide, got your back.
- Appreciate you, boot. - I'm not your boot.
You'll always be my boot.
Be serious.
We're partners.
You're doing the right thing.
[sighs]
I discovered a stash of stolen merch in a closet in my grandfather's room
at the assisted living facility where he resides.
- You didn't report it. - Not immediately, no.
- I needed to be sure. - And now that you are?
My nephew held people up at gunpoint.
He has to be taken into custody.
I just want it done as safely as possible.
What about your sister?
Could she help?
Talk some sense into her kid? Set up a meet?
Mari would never set up her son.
I'll understand if I'm off the investigation.
[sighs]
If bringing Albert in safely is your priority, you're an asset.
Anything I can do, sir.
I know how we can pin him down.
First thing tomorrow.
[dog walker] Hey, Coltrane.
How we doing today?
Hey, Sam. How goes it?
Goes great. Just got accepted to Chapman.
How about that? Congratulations.
Sorry.
- Didn't they catch the guy? - They caught a guy.
Not the guy.
You're gonna catch him, right?
That's the plan.
We'll be back.
Have a good walk.
There's unknown DNA on the bullets in the murder weapon.
That's good news for my client.
I wouldn't pop the champagne.
He has confessed to multiple armed robberies.
Doesn't solve your cop-killer problem.
It solves my get-him-off-the-streets- for-20-to-30-years problem.
And yet, you asked to see me.
If Diego Perra was set up, maybe he knows who the real killer is.
He might.
What's in it for him?
Depends on what he has and if it holds up.
And if it does?
Maybe I knock that double-digit sentence down to a single digit.
How about in exchange for protective custody and time served?
I'm not going to negotiate unless he really has something.
I'll talk to my client.
[Bosch] Trace analysis get us anything?
Uh, the crystals under Juan Doe's fingernails
are a compound of sodium phosphate and chlorine.
Sounds like swimming pools.
This product is more commonly used in other parts of the country.
- Like? - The Northeast.
Kills the local algae.
Southern California, not so much.
There's only one company that makes it.
[Lopez] United Chemical.
Looked it up.
Two factories on the West Coast.
Modesto and Lancaster.
Shit.
Juan Doe's cheap hotel.
Time to go to the High Desert.
Have a nose around.
Just say when.
- First thing in the morning? - I'll be there.
[phone ringing]
Hey.
[Mari] Mamacita's birthday is in a couple of weeks. What's the plan?
We taking her out? Doing something here?
I can do something themed here at the house.
She likes Indian.
Can you handle her signature drink?
G and T.
- Bombay Sapphire. - Mmm.
Done and done.
Come on. It'll be fun.
We'll all be together.
You still there?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm here.
What are you doing tomorrow?
Day off. Thank God.
You should do something for yourself.
You know, something nice.
When's the last time you got yourself a massage?
[scoffs] Listen to her. And who's gonna do the laundry?
Just saying you work hard.
Need to take care of yourself when you can.
You know?
I appreciate that.
[sighs] I gotta run.
Love you.
Love you too.
[Bosch sighs]
I was hoping you could help me with something.
Say the word.
Case I was working,
guy murdered an entire family, buried them up in Ventura County.
I read about that.
Well, he's still in the wind.
And I'm thinking he had some help.
William Jurgenson, huh?
Former spook.
Specialized in getting people in and out of complex situations.
Kinda like you.
We might have some people in common.
He's got history with the guy I'm looking for.
Think you could flex those 18 Fox skills?
It's like riding a bike.
Wanna arrange a face-to-face?
You and I pulled a few ops together back in the day.
If I'm right about this, you up for another?
[parent whispering] I need you to check this.
Nine, seven...
[sighs]
Oh, wait.
Mom, Dad...
[Dad] What is it, mija?
[sighs] I need your help.
I'm in trouble. [cries]
[sighs]
[phone buzzing]
[blows]
[in Spanish] Evening.
[caller] The case against Perra hasn't gone forward yet.
It will.
Longer it takes, more it might point back to us.
- Never, never. - [call disconnects]
[sighs]
[exhales deeply]
[game gunfire continues]
[phone buzzes]
[in English] Yeah? [sniffs]
[Morrison] Albert Torres?
Who's this?
Michael Shaw, assistant manager at Coventry.
A, uh, pipe burst at our facility and we need to relocate some of our residents,
and unfortunately your great grandfather's one of them.
Don't you have orderlies for that?
[stammers] They tried, but Mr. Vasquez became quite agitated.
Uh, he doesn't want any strangers touching his things.
Yeah, I'm kinda busy.
Oh, it shouldn't take long.
Whatever. Fine. When?
[stammers] Within the hour.
- All right. I'll be there. - I will let him know.
Thank you, and, once again,
apologies for the inconvenience.
The fuck was that about?
[phone chimes]
[sighs]
Albert took the bait.
Thought he wouldn't?
I won't lie to you.
I was really hoping he wouldn't.
[Bosch on phone] What's the word?
Posted up outside the hotel.
About to meet the sheriff.
I'll circle back after.
Sorry about your partner. This your new one?
Harry Bosch, private investigator.
What's up with that? You guys teaming up with private dicks now?
Retired LAPD. D3.
Jimmy Robertson and I worked together.
[grunts] Condolences.
What brings you up here?
I understand he contacted you.
Said he was working a Juan Doe case.
Traced the vic up here. The Desert Dream Inn.
By then the trail had gone cold.
Juan was gone with the wind.
Yeah, those cases can be a bitch.
Tell me about it.
He learn anything?
Only saw him the one time.
What about United Chemical?
- What about it? - Wrote the name down in his notebook.
Don, it's Jack.
I'm with a couple of LA's finest.
They'd like a tour.
Bisabuelo,
you need me to bring towels or something so your stuff doesn't get scratched?
What are you talking about?
Your room change?
[stammers, chuckles] I'm not going anywhere.
You don't have a plumbing problem? They're not moving you to another room?
Over my dead body.
Must have been a mistake. Sorry, Bisabuelo.
Coventry call was bullshit.
They haven't rolled up on us yet.
- Don't know where we are. - Shit.
You think they took the weight?
Might need me to lead them to it.
Well, they can't sit up there and wait forever.
Neither can we.
My guy messaged me this morning. He already has buyers.
[chuckles] You better tell him it's gonna be a minute.
How many people do you employ?
Twelve. Uh, sometimes 15. It depends on the season.
Any migrant workers?
I-9s for every last employee.
Okay?
This man ever work here?
Never seen him.
Hey, uh, this is actually kind of cool. Here's where the magic happens.
Uh, take-take a look at this, guys.
We got a well-oiled machine here.
And we got trucks that distribute all around the country.
So it's pretty busy around here.
I'll show you the loading docks.
Six bays. We usually cycle about 30 semis.
So I hit a bunch of trucks.
Be specific. How many?
Six or seven.
How were they chosen?
[Perra] They tell the owners they have to pay for protection or else.
I was the "or else."
Who's "they"?
El Fuerte.
[sighs]
Were you ordered to hit the truck on Las Palmas
the night Detective Robertson was murdered?
[chuckles] I was told to stay the fuck away from Las Palmas.
[Pike] And you never disobeyed orders?
You pay with your life.
Who told you to stand down?
[sighs]
[inhales deeply] People call him "The Pope."
A name, Mr. Perra.
Don't have one.
Where can he be found?
No idea.
You need to talk with your client.
Not giving us much to work with.
You need to ask the right questions. [sighs]
Mr. Perra, you can identify him?
I can.
He needs to give us a composite.
[sighs]
[exhales deeply]
These guys are a problem.
They didn't find anything.
Yet.
Bodies are bad for business.
Maybe it's time to move.
It would cost you. A lot. You'd have to find new me.
[chuckles]
Dime a dozen.
That's how you say, no?
[sighs]
Give me some time.
[groans]
[sighs]
Your nephew's a no-show. We can't post up here forever.
Pack up shop?
Let's put an AirTag on the stash.
Track it.
They find the tag, we're toast.
They don't find it, we get the guys, the goods, maybe even Victoria.
Let me go in.
Just a granddaughter visiting my abuelo.
[knocks on door]
[speaks Spanish]
[sighs]
[sighs] It was gone.
Did Albert get to it?
Not Albert.
Read the back.
Fucking Fortune bitch beat us here.
[dialing]
Captain Seals. Jack Garrity, sheriff's deputy, Lancaster.
[Seals] How can I help you?
I just wanted to touch base, sir.
Let you know I'll keep my ear to the ground.
I'm sorry. What's this about?
Detective Lopez? One of your guys?
He was up here with Harry Bosch, a private eye,
following up on a Juan Doe murder.
- In Lancaster? - That's right.
I appreciate you letting me know.
If I can be of any help, don't hesitate to call.
What's so urgent we couldn't talk on the phone?
We need more time.
I know you have buyers ready, but we can't get you the stash by tonight
like we said.
- You mean tomorrow? - I thought we said 9 p.m. tonight.
Then your girl called and set up the meeting for tomorrow afternoon.
[scoffs] You gotta be shitting me, man.
[chuckles]
This is priceless.
- She fucked the both of you. - Nah, it's a-it's a misunderstanding.
We can sort this out.
When and where is this meet tomorrow?
That information's gonna cost you.
[no audible dialogue]
What are the chances he gives us anything we can actually use?
- [inhales deeply] - If this is El Fuerte,
we need someone with intel on both sides of the border.
Got anyone in mind?
I think I know a guy who knows a guy.
Hmm. No.
You sure? Extended stay, two months ago. Room 217.
They all look the same to me. [sighs]
What about cops from LA? Remember the last one that was here?
Afraid I wasn't much help to him either.
We know the room number and the day,
it shouldn't be hard to tell us who foot the bill.
- Sure. Got a warrant? - I can get one.
That's what the last cop said.
Still waiting.
[phone rings]
Asshole.
- Yeah, I gotta take this. It's Seals. - Yeah, yeah. Do your thing.
- [Lopez] Yes, Captain. - Learn anything?
Uh, we're gonna stick around a bit. See if anyone will talk to us.
- And me? - You head back to United Chemical.
Get eyes on comings and goings, yeah?
On it.
[Lopez] Yes, sir.
Been summoned to the chief's office.
Ah. I've gotten that call more than once.
- Seals say what it was about? - No.
You come up here, we start asking questions.
Now the chief wants to chat.
You have a career to protect.
Think before you speak.
- Roger that. - Keep me posted.
Victoria has the goods and no love for your nephew.
What's her next move?
- Gotta be thinking of running. - You need money for that.
She got the stash, but how's she unload it?
GPS on her phone puts her at her parents' place.
Albert and Nestor have gone dark.
Her parents.
She wouldn't leave without giving them some way to contact her.
Well, take a run at them.
[Vasquez, in Spanish] She's hanging out with bad people.
Victoria is a good girl.
We need your help finding her.
We don't know where she is.
You were supposed to protect her.
If you know where she is,
now's the time to tell us.
[sighs] She gave us this.
Her prepaid number is on it.
[in English] Please, bring her home safe.
Of course.
[shutter clicking]
Workup is sparse on this OG.
Humberto Zorrillo, aka The Pope.
Mexican national, top-level comandante in El Fuerte cartel.
- When did he come to the US? - 2019.
Didn't pop up on our radar until now.
Size of his operation?
Upwards of a hundred people.
Do the Mexican authorities have any intel?
None that they're sharing.
[scoffs] Just as well.
Any reason to believe he hasn't gone to ground
after killing Detective Robertson?
Not that we know of.
[in Spanish] Pardon me, ma'am.
Do you speak English?
[in English] Yes.
I'm not a cop.
You look like one.
I'm just a private investigator. I'm looking for information on this man.
- I don't know him. - He stayed here.
Room 217?
Please.
He has family. They haven't been able to contact him.
I don't know his name.
He stayed here a couple of months ago and then he just disappeared.
Some of the other residents said that... [sighs]
...something bad must've happened to him.
What about his room?
Four guys came and tore it apart.
Twice.
[sighs] Looking for something.
- Find anything? - Didn't seem like it.
They came out all pissed off and empty-handed.
Anybody call the cops?
[speaks Spanish]
[in Spanish] Don't you know where we are?
Everyone here is corrupt.
[in English] Do you know Sheriff Garrity?
I-I already said too much.
Okay, gracias.
[phone rings]
- Chandler. - [Honey] Hovan came through.
I'm sending you a mug shot of Humberto Zorrillo
and a picture of one of Diego Perra's tattoos.
What am I looking at?
Well, the taco truck owner said that the shooter had a tattoo
on the inside of one wrist.
Look at the foot of that cross.
Now look at Zorrillo's tattoo.
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?
Wasn't a cross. It was the barrel of an AK.
[Honey] I think we got our man.
This is the motherfucker who killed Jimmy.
We got a hit.
- Any calls? - No.
GPS on her burner.
La Zona Rosa. It's downtown.
101, the 5 and the 10. All right there.
Juarez, Orman.
Okay. Uh, we're gonna set up here, here, and here.
We need at least three posts. Let's see if we can tuck away east...
Vasquez, you're on the perimeter.
Got it.
I'll bring him in safe.
God, I hope so.
Why so nervous, detective?
Well, it's not every day you get called to the chief's office.
How are you doing?
The aftermath?
Taking it day by day.
I'm sure it's hard to be excluded from the investigation.
I understand why.
You checked out a piece of evidence from the Juan Doe case.
I did.
The task force has investigative responsibility.
Yet, I know you have been up in Lancaster working it.
Where did you hear that?
Uh, Captain Seals.
Not a happy man.
I started looking at Jimmy's cases, ones he was working.
Find a string I could pull on.
[sighs]
Find anything?
Not yet.
[smacks lips, inhales deeply]
I'm only gonna ask this once.
What the fuck have you really been up to with Harry Bosch?
That's Zorrillo.
After Juan Doe disappeared, somebody tossed his room. Tore it apart.
- We know why? - My bet?
He was skimming black ice.
Got caught, got dead.
Mmm.
All units, OP one. Units identify.
- [radio beeps] - OP two, set.
Chase cars set.
[Dispatch 1] One Adam 15, we're gonna be at traffic stop Alameda and Temple,
blue Toyota Camry, no plates.
[Dispatch 2] Central units, send one Adam 29,
211 just occurred, Gladys and 7th.
Suspect is male, white, 25 years old. Wearing a blue hoodie.
Perimeter car set on the backside.
Any sign of our suspects?
GPS still has Victoria Hernandez at this location.
Two cars in a lot.
Don't see Nestor's vehicle.
Victoria screwed him over.
I doubt he's even here.
[sighs]
Seventy.
You're fucking with me.
Shit's worth twice that.
No doubt.
And a nightmare to move.
Eighty.
- Low as I go. - Tough titty.
Not fair.
[door closes]
Well, it's better than a three-way split though, right?
You slippery piece of shit.
[laughs]
Six William Five One, requesting an airship to my location.
[Dispatch 3] Six William Five One. Air 12 is en route.
We good?
Yeah, we good.
Very fucking good.
No, no, no. Stick around.
The show is just about to start.
And to all a good night.
Fuck off.
Unidentified male suspect on foot, heading west on Cesar Chavez.
Carrying a duffle bag.
[Morrison] Probably our fence.
Hernandez won't be far behind.
When he comes to Mission Road, take him down.
- You were just gonna fucking leave? - With our fucking money.
Your money?
You two couldn't wipe your asses without me.
[chuckles]
- Did you tell him? - Tell him what?
His aunt's a fucking cop.
She's been onto us from jump.
[clears throat] What the hell is she talking about, Al?
Nah, don't let her fucking turn this around on us.
[helicopter whirring]
You fucking set us up?
Nestor, what the fuck?
[breathes heavily]
Fuck.
Male suspect just came out the front door.
He's got a gun. Engage, engage, engage.
[police siren wailing]
- Drop the gun! - [officer 1] Hands in the air!
[officer 2] Weapon down!
Drop that fucking gun!
[officers shouting]
Fuck.
[Morrison] Suspect is down. Male suspect is down.
Air 12, shots fired.
Officer needs help.
Need an ID on that suspect.
Do you read? Need an ID on that suspect.
- [Morrison] Nestor Gomez. - [pants]
I repeat, it's Gomez.
- [breathing heavily] - What now, asshole?
Time to rabbit, bitch. [breathes heavily]
[breathes heavily] Bonnie and Clyde. Heard of 'em?
[Dispatch 4] Male and female suspects just exited south side of the building
on foot, heading for the underpass.
Zebra-31, suspects heading toward your position.
Copy.
We have eyes on them.
We're in foot pursuit!
Fuck!
[grunts]
- [grunts] - [grunting]
Get your fucking hands behind your back.
Let it go!
Get down!
Get down on your knees.
Get down on your fucking knees!
I swear to God, Albert. Get down!
Hands behind your head.
Do it! [breathes shakily]
[scoffs, sighs]
[radio beeps]
[sighs] Albert Torres... [breathes shakily] ...in custody.
[latch clicks, beeps]
Mo.
- What now? - Call Garrity.
- [Garrity] This is Garrity. - This is Bosch. We're at the hotel.
What's going on? Everything okay?
We found some black ice in Juan Doe's room.
No shit.
What were you doing in there?
I'll tell you all about it. Can you come collect it into evidence?
- I'll be right there. - See you soon.
Trust him?
I didn't say that.
Truck just pulled in.
[Bosch on radio] Is it Garrity?
Doesn't look like him.
It's Zorrillo.
[Bosch] Next time on Bosch: Legacy...
[Bosch] I know El Fuerte has their hooks in you.
I want Zorrillo, and you will deliver him.
[in Spanish] Garrity's disappeared. Maybe time to relocate.
Hey bastards, let's go!
[Hughes, in English] Between here and Mexico,
Zorrillo's body count has to be double digits.
[whistles, in Spanish] Open the door!
[in English] We've had our differences. But the important thing is
that the right man is going down for killing Detective Robertson.
Why the fuck you gotta be there?
You knew I was involved and you chose to be there?
My son could have been killed.
I thought Edgewood gave you time off.
- He offered. - Don't turn your fucking back on me.
- Get off of me! [grunts] - [Maddie] Hey!
- You ready to get back in the saddle? - Were you?
[Mo speaks Spanish]
Hope you've been doing more than sightseeing.
Are you going down there to get him or take him out?
You know how this is gonna look, right?
Like LAPD has no faith in the District Attorney.
[Maddie] Bring my father home.
All of him.