[Bosch] Previously on Bosch: Legacy...
[Bosch] Case I was working, Finbar McShane,
murdered an entire family, buried them up in Ventura County.
He's still in the wind. And I'm thinking he had some help.
William Jurgenson? Wanna arrange a face-to-face?
I just heard a... a story about his time in Afghanistan.
-It was war. -War crime, more like.
[Josh] Someone's been asking about you.
[Dennis] He was dating an older man.
One who liked to do drugs and inject his boyfriends.
It appears Mr. Currey likes to party.
[Dispatch] Male and female suspects exited south side of the building on foot.
Headed for the underpass.
[Morrison] Suspects heading toward your position.
We have eyes on them.
I swear to God, Albert. Get down!
Hands behind your head.
This shit is gonna tear my family apart.
[Lopez] What about United Chemical?
[Garrity] What about it?
[Bosch] Jimmy Robertson wrote the name down in his notebook.
These guys are a problem.
Bodies are bad for business.
[sighs]
Humberto Zorrillo. Top-level comandante in El Fuerte cartel.
[Perra] People call him The Pope.
[Bosch] This is the motherfucker killed Jimmy.
[lock clicks]
[phone buzzes]
[in Spanish] Yes.
[person] Bad time?
Not at all.
About to take out the garbage.
Your place runs twenty vehicles a week.
Correct.
We're making it thirty.
I trust that's not a problem.
Whatever is needed.
Get busy.
[engine starts]
[in English] Who the hell was that?
Just some homey trying to send a message.
[stutters] Hey, pal, I don't mind your car in my garage,
but this is a little intense for me.
I'm on my way.
[phone chimes]
[gun cocks]
You have to answer for Jimmy Robertson.
♪ 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]
Jimmy Robertson figured out what was going on at United Chemical.
[inhales sharply] Black ice.
You set him up to be killed.
You can't be serious.
Do not fuck with me.
I know El Fuerte has their hooks in you.
Cops got the guy who dropped Robertson.
Diego Perra?
Cartel's patsy?
Guess where he is now.
Protective custody, spilling his fucking guts.
What's that have to do with me?
Perra fingered Zorrillo, who's still out there hunting for you.
You got one move left, motherfucker.
-What's that? [sighs] -I hand deliver you to the DA.
Tell your story. Get yourself a deal.
You can't make any promises.
I don't give a fuck what happens to you.
I want Zorrillo.
And you will deliver him.
[sighs]
[Honey] We have a new suspect.
Sheriff's deputy in Lancaster.
Who's bringing him in?
Just call RHD and tell them to be ready for an interview.
[sighs]
[door buzzes]
You talk to your mom?
Yeah. You?
She won't take my call.
She wants to refi the house to get me a decent lawyer.
I hope she doesn't do that.
Appreciate your sympathy.
Sympathy was yesterday.
Why the fuck you gotta be there?
You knew I was involved and you chose to be there?
I didn't want anything to happen to you.
What am I looking at?
Depends how many cases they make on you.
Your level of cooperation.
If you were me?
[sighs]
You take this to trial, you'll get slammed.
You'll do double digits.
Talk to your attorney.
Work a deal.
Take a plea.
Shorten your sentence.
[whispers] Fuck me.
Hey. [inhales sharply]
[sniffles]
You'll get through this.
[breathes deeply]
What about you?
Things fucked between you and my mom?
[whispers] We'll see.
Auntie Reina.
[breathes shakily]
Detective Gerard Willis.
He's the D-3, heading up the Robertson task force.
-Harry Bosch. -It's a pleasure.
Old habits die hard.
I brought it this far.
Now you gotta close it.
Looking forward to it.
Is he gonna give it up?
He will.
Solid work, Harry.
Ball's in your court now.
[phone ringing]
Gurbizs.
[Gurbizs] We're on. I'll send you the address.
Show me en route.
How'd you set him up?
I sent him to Las Palmas that night.
He thought he was meeting a witness for his case.
Who shot Robertson?
[clears throat]
Zorrillo.
And Diego Perra?
[scoffs]
Just a street-level thug with a history of knocking over vendors?
Perfect patsy.
I want witness protection, immunity, the deluxe package. In writing.
Far too early to discuss that.
Man, one step at a time.
What can you offer?
[sighs]
Zorrillo's exact location.
How?
-A tracker. -What else?
Physical evidence.
What kind?
Zorrillo's DNA.
I understand you're still in the business of relocating people.
Mmm.
[clears throat] What's the occasion?
Friend got crosswise with a business partner.
It didn't work out well for the business partner.
How big was the dispute?
Irreconcilable.
Your friend might need to go abroad.
Passport, plastic, clean paper.
Traveler's checks, transportation. Whatever he needs.
-Set up a meet. -Mmm.
Now works better.
It's time sensitive.
[chuckles] Costs more.
I'm good for it.
How fast can we move?
Where do you want to go?
Wherever the fuck you sent Finbar McShane.
What the fuck is this?
The ride I boosted.
How far do you think I'm gonna get in this shitbox?
You get everything?
[sighs]
All right.
Excuse me, mister.
This is 300.
-Yeah. -You said 500.
Next time, do the job right or don't do it at all.
[speaks Spanish]
McShane's cache was in Tecate.
[Mo] Forty-eight hours after his infil,
Finbar checked into Casa Lucila in Mazatlán
under his alias Brennan Deely.
Brennan Deely pops up next at a casino
down south in Puerto Vallarta a week later.
Maxed out an ATM.
-Hemorrhaging cash. -Yeah.
After a speeding ticket in Hermosillo, trail goes cold.
Okay. So, why zag north?
Jurgenson arranges caches just across the border for his clients.
-Okay. -They hit their caches,
-then they're on their own. -[Gurbizs] Okay.
Rat fuck Finbar might be looking to scoop up someone else's cache.
Back in Tecate.
That's where we start.
I'll be on the first flight.
Yeah. Uh, to be continued.
-Yeah. -[sighs]
-Hey, Mads. -[Gurbizs] Good to see you.
Fellas.
Playing a game of Risk?
Something like that.
Oh, I gotta scoot.
I'll walk you out.
[grunts] See you, Maddie.
Mo.
[sighs]
What's in Mexico?
Finbar McShane.
Are you going down there to get him or take him out?
I made a promise to Siobhan Murphy.
Yeah? What about the promise to your daughter?
Look at me.
Go down there.
Bring him the fuck back.
Alive.
And drop him on the DA's desk.
-I'll let you know when I get home. -That's not good enough.
Tell me that you are going to bring Finbar McShane back alive.
Please.
Bring my father home.
I will.
All of him.
Any thoughts on your penalty decision?
Let's get Zorrillo into custody first.
As symbolic as it is, the death penalty sends a strong message.
So does life without.
Between here and Mexico,
Zorrillo's body count has to be double digits.
[inhales sharply] If I'm gonna take the case before a death penalty committee,
I'll need a complete background on him from RHD.
I'll personally see to it.
One way or another, a very strong message will be sent.
My department and their families expect as much.
-I understand. -Hmm.
We've had our differences,
but the important thing is that the right man is going down
for killing Detective Robertson.
Thank you, Chief.
[Honey clears throat]
[person] Humberto.
[in Spanish] Garrity didn't show up.
That should make you nervous.
Maybe time to relocate.
Am I supposed to stop my transport?
Just until I secure a new place.
Each day you're down will cost you.
4.4 million a week.
For twenty vehicles.
You said you can handle thirty.
Now it's thirty.
I'll cover it.
You will.
[call disconnects]
[sighs]
-[in English] Hey. -Hey.
We're on crime suppression along the western corridor.
I thought Edgewood gave you time off.
He offered.
[inhales deeply]
So, you ready to get back in the saddle?
Were you?
-I get it. -Okay, then.
Be out in the car in five.
This is really your place?
-One of 'em. -[chuckles]
-Must be nice. -[chuckles]
-[inhales deeply, blows] -Come on in.
[date] Ooh. You got anything to eat?
[Currey] Yeah, sure.
[chuckles, sniffs]
I got a snack for you right here.
What is that?
[chuckles]
[chuckles] Oh, no. I don't think so.
[both chuckle]
Now you're gonna play hard to get?
-[chuckles, inhales sharply] -[chuckles]
This is gonna take things to a whole other level.
-[groans] -[Currey] Come on.
-Buddy. Good boy. -[Currey] No! No, listen to me!
Listen to me. I'm not fucking sticking around.
[pants] No. I'm leaving now.
Yeah. You, uh... I'll send you the address.
Yeah, just wait.
[car door closes]
[tires screech]
[line ringing]
[operator] 911. What is the nature of your emergency?
[Dispatch] Six Adam 45 and Hollywood units. Possible burglary.
733 North El Centro.
Suspect male, white. No further. A45 handle Code Three.
-[Vasquez] Take that. -[siren wails]
Zebra-31. Show us responding.
Hey, he gonna make it?
If you guys hadn't cleared his airway, he'd be a goner.
Say what he took?
Mumbling about somebody who left him.
And you wonder why I needed to work tonight.
I'm glad you did.
-[Bosch] Be in touch. -[pilot] Just say the word.
[speaks Spanish]
Hope you've been doing more than sightseeing.
I've made myself useful.
Next, Finbar.
Well, if he's kept up his gambling ways, some choice spots around here for cards.
Let's roll.
[sighs]
[Mari] I think it's gonna be...
[Mom] No, it doesn't matter. We'll take care of it.
-[inhales deeply, sighs] -[door closes]
[sighs]
[in Spanish] Come here.
[in English] Sit.
Not unless I know we're going to have a real conversation.
[sighs]
Been trying to call you.
[inhales deeply, sighs]
[inhales deeply] Mami. Can you give us some space?
Fine.
I need to deal with your grandfather. [sighs]
Poor man thinks it's his fault.
I'll stop by and see him.
[chuckles] I'm sure that'll help.
You're adults. You're sisters.
You two need to figure this out.
[keys jangle]
[door closes]
[sighs]
You stood in my kitchen.
You knew and you never said a word.
I couldn't.
Why not?
If that came out, I'd be done.
So it's about your fucking job.
And Albert's safety.
How safe is Nestor Gomez right now?
Don't throw that in my face.
My son could have been killed.
I gave Albert an opportunity to do the right thing.
He lied. Straight to my face.
He's been lying about a lot of things.
What's that supposed to mean? [sniffles]
You blame me, don't you?
I'm not blaming you.
Go ahead. [chuckles] Everyone else does.
I know he fucked up but it's all my fault, right?
It's always my fault.
[sighs]
What would you have done if I had told you?
You didn't even give me a chance. [sobs]
[sobs]
Mmm. Um.
[sniffles, chuckles] I don't wanna see you.
I don't wanna talk to you.
And when you visit our mom, I wanna know.
-Mari. -'Cause I won't be here.
Mari.
Mari, please.
[sighs]
No mention of your name in the injury report.
[sighs]
But the place was rented out to a Paul Schreiber.
-I wasn't gonna use my own name. -Mmm.
What's the problem?
Anyone looks into this, sees it's bogus, could raise suspicion.
You really know how to put a guy at ease.
[inhales sharply, sighs]
What is this?
Chandler saw a psychiatrist for almost a year after her shooting.
Deepest, darkest secrets.
How'd you get the doctor's notes?
You might need that someday. [sighs]
Till then...
Will your guy tell you if this goes anywhere?
Already taken care of.
Councilman, do me a favor.
Keep your dick in your pants.
[muffled music plays]
Bartender, another round, please.
Yeah. Right on it.
How much longer I gotta wait? Geez.
And, listen, I love Edge,
but have you noticed he puts his dip cup in the center console?
Yeah, I feel like that shit's gonna spill all over the place.
Oh, it's so gross. [chuckles]
-Just throw it away already, right? -Right. [laughs]
Hey, do you think if we poured some of it into his coffee mug,
he'd be able to taste it?
-[chuckles] -That is some repugnant shit.
-[laughs] -[patron 1] Bartender!
-Getting real thirsty down here. -Yeah, hold your horses.
[patron 1] Bartender, please!
-We're dying. -[bartender] Yeah.
-I'm gonna need another drink. -Amen to that.
Bartender!
Oh, fuck me, right?
Look at this asshole.
-Let's spill us some expensive shit. -[Maddie] Ugh. Jerk.
-Thank you. -Fuck this.
[patron 1] We're in fucking America...
-Excuse me. -[Maddie] Reina!
-Hey. -You talking to me?
Yeah. I saw what you did.
So? I'm good for it.
-That's not the fucking point. -Jesus.
-Let's sit down. -What's your fucking problem?
You!
Should probably sit down before you get hurt, yeah?
You'd be doing me a favor.
-Reina. -[whistles]
[chuckles] Yeah, okay.
-Let's sit down. -Don't turn your fucking back on me.
-Get off of me! [grunts] -[Maddie] Hey! Hey!
[patron 2] Back up.
-[grunting] -Get off... [grunts]
-[grunts, groans] -[grunting]
[bouncer] Hey! Break it up!
Leave, now!
-You too. -[pants] My fucking pleasure.
[sighs]
[pants]
Thank you. Sorry.
[panting]
[pants] What the fuck was that about?
[pants] Just so tired of people doing whatever the fuck they want
and nobody does anything about it.
-That wasn't the way to handle it. -Spare me the lecture. [sighs]
-Are you okay? Let me see. -[pants] Got what I needed. [sighs]
All right. Well, you're in no shape to drive.
-I'm just gonna call an Uber. -Just fucking go.
Just wanna walk this off. [inhales deeply, sighs]
[sighs] I'm not gonna let you walk alone.
[in Spanish] Hey bastards, let's go!
-Just put the cover on it. Hurry, Tomas. -Weld it?
No time for that. Hurry the fuck up.
[whistles]
Open the door!
Open the fucking door!
Let's go!
[DEA agent 1, in English] Go, go, go!
Don't move. Get down.
Hit the ground.
[DEA agent 2] Everyone, get on the ground now.
[DEA agent 3] Drop it.
Hands behind your head.
[speaking Spanish]
Enjoy it, big dog.
That's the last light you're gonna see for a very long time.
[phone ringing]
[Bosch] This an update I wanna hear?
[Hovan] Zorrillo's in custody.
Where'd you find him?
Assembling his last load to get out the door.
Didn't flee. Means he's answering to somebody.
No doubt. Figured you'd want to know.
Figured right. Thanks for the update, brother.
-Keep me posted. -[Hovan] You know it.
[Bosch speaking Spanish]
Ten dollars.
What's the buy-in?
Games are full.
While we wait.
[Bosch] He likes to play cards in here.
Never seen him.
Take another look.
Long wait for a place at the tables.
Another spot up the street.
Excuse me, senor.
Can I see picture?
Know him?
Maybe.
You don't know shit.
-I know where he is. -Yeah? Where?
You scratch my back, I scratch yours.
Go rip off some other gringos, kid.
Okay. [sighs]
Good luck finding your friend, uh,
Brennan Deely, or whatever his real name is.
Muchacho. Hey.
[speaking Spanish]
Mo.
You get a gander?
Not a great one.
Two doors. Front and back.
We'll make simultaneous entry.
Car's not out front. I'll move in for a closer look.
Kid said he hits the cards early.
Usually home by 2:00 a.m.
We'll spot him an hour to bed down.
We'll give him a rude awakening.
Meanwhile, we keep eyes on from here.
Who's got first watch?
Fuck me.
[knocking]
[Amanda] Detective Willis is here.
Detective.
Sorry to drop in on you like this,
but I thought the least I could do was tell you in person.
When someone says that, good news rarely follows.
US attorney's office has taken this case.
What?
DEA is putting together a joint task force with Chief Hughes.
[Amanda] And Zorrillo?
[Willis] Feds scooped him up earlier today.
I'm sorry.
Far as I'm concerned, you did right by Jimmy Robertson.
Thank you, Detective. And I appreciate you letting me know.
Hughes bigfooted our case.
Served it right up to the Feds.
You know how this is gonna look, right? [sighs]
Yeah, like LAPD has no faith in the district attorney.
[fire crackling]
[Mo on radio] This is OP. All quiet up here.
[sighs]
Harry, shoot me straight.
Only way I know how, brother.
Is this kill or capture?
We are bringing him back.
You promised your daughter.
Yeah, I did.
I want to be able to look her in the eye when I get home.
ORP, this OP.
Go for ORP.
McShane just got home.
We let him bed down for an hour, we are well into daylight.
We need to take him at night.
We go now, he's awake, he's alert.
And we don't know what he's got waiting for us down in that cabin.
Night's getting short. Squat-hold for another cycle of darkness.
Might not get a chance.
He's packing up his car and it isn't for a day trip.
-We go now. -Yep, we go.
Did you forget something?
[keys jangling]
[grunts]
[groans]
Put this fuck in his car.
We'll roll back and transfer him to our vehicle.
Copy that.
-[keys jangling] -[groans]
[indistinct speaking in distance]
[grunts]
[Finbar] Kidnapping's illegal.
-Even in Mexico. -[Gurbizs] Fuck off.
[phone buzzing]
[Bosch] Mo.
[Mo] Harry, it's time to boogie.
Company?
Tecate's finest.
How many?
[Mo] At least a dozen.
And your bar buddy's with them.
That little fucking shit.
I'm heading for the border.
See you on the other side. Mo, be careful.
Anything?
No one's on our tail.
Not yet.
I have money. Lots of it.
Shut the fuck up.
Save your bullshit for the DA.
So what's your plan, Bosch?
You just gonna drive across the border with a bleeding hostage?
-[Bosch] Never said drive. -[Finbar] Yeah, then what? Prison?
Word gets out of what you did to those children,
you better find God fast 'cause you're gonna fucking meet him.
Then kill me now.
You ain't getting off that easy.
I guess Siobhan got her money's worth, huh?
You get anything else out of that deal?
Ow! Ow! Oh, my nose.
Oh, you broke my fucking nose.
[grunting]
[phone buzzing]
How's the airstrip?
[pilot] It's not quite as peaceful as we'd hoped.
We got a farewell party gathering. Doesn't look friendly.
Tecate PD?
[pilot] More like their federal friends.
We're 15 mikes out.
Well, if they try to block me or board me, I'm out of here.
I'm not going to prison for abduction.
Fuck.
Turbulence ahead?
Federales.
You guys are fucked.
[Bosch] Fuck are we doing here?
[grunting, groaning]
[coughs, laughs]
You're gonna wind up in a Mexican prison right next to me.
-[laughs] -[Gurbizs] I told you to shut up!
[grunts, pants]
So we lay low for now, till the heat dies down. A couple days.
At least I finish what I start.
[grunting]
This was supposed to be in and out.
Yeah. Little Kerry was first in the hole.
The enemy's casting his vote.
Poor thing was all alone.
[grunts, panting]
You want me to do it? You want me to do it?
-You killed children. -I did.
-You fucking animal. -[laughs, panting]
-Yeah. -You fuck...
Fuck.
-Fuck! -Yeah.
Next I tossed in her brother.
Don't listen to this cocksucker's bullshit.
He wants suicide by soldier.
Then I dumped in the mother.
Brother, it is time to cast our vote.
Fucking let him rot in prison.
Stephen was last.
Yeah. He begged me to spare him, but I wouldn't do it.
[sighs]
[phone buzzes]
[inhales deeply]
Harry.
I found him.
Where?
Doesn't matter.
And it's over?
It's over.
[breathes shakily]
You okay?
And you didn't forget.
Never.
[Bosch] So, listen,
you ever find your way back here...
look me up.
Yeah?
Yes.
I will.
Bye, Harry.
Bye, Siobhan.
What happened?
Do you really wanna know?
If you will tell me.
[sighing]
Not by my hand.
Case closed.
[Bosch] Next time on Bosch: Legacy...
[Bosch] Who the fuck are you?
Renée Ballard, RHD.
You call them The Flower Girls.
I know what it's like for a case to get under your skin.
But they're not your cases anymore.
There's a fresh murder. They're cutting me out.
Bosch is a shit magnet we do not need.
Shit. Here we go.
What the fuck are you doing? We have to do this right.
What's this "we" shit?
If it was up to you,
the wrong man would have gone down for killing Jimmy Robertson.
You really want me as an enemy for the next four years?
Are you finished?
I made a promise to these girls. I'm gonna see it through.
This guy's started again.
He's out there right now looking for his next victim.
I'm not waiting for another body to drop. We gotta go.