I wish you could be there with us.
Miss you.
Hey, Brenner.
You don't call in a complaint about me straight to my chief.
Bone to pick, don't be a pussy. Come to me.
- Chain of command, Detective. - Bullshit.
Harassing a victim is bullshit.
The Kent case is closed.
- Craver murder isn't. - So go solve it.
And get out of our way.
Speaking of bullshit,
that file you sent us is Exhibit A.
He was your fucking C.I.
You got everything on Craver that isn't classified.
She call it in?
Woke up this morning to a "thud, thud, thudding" sound.
- She see anything? - Never got out of bed.
Looks like thudding to me.
Yeah.
Nothing of import. How much time we got left on this bad boy?
48 hours. Clock's ticking.
Listening as fast as I can.
How'd it go with Brenner?
Think I rattled his cage. Time will tell.
You know, Computer Crimes does this full-time.
Tech's digging into his laptop, phone, cloud.
Some of that's encrypted. I got these.
Who's that?
Daisy Clayton.
This won't be enough.
I'm shocked the judge gave you a wiretap.
We might get harder evidence from the hidden camera.
If you can ever locate the data.
And then again, you might not.
We need to lock her story down before the wire expires.
She feels us closing in, she might give up her partner.
You're confident her accomplice is a Fed?
Yes, sir.
This calls for more caution, not less.
Want us to brief the lieutenant?
- I'll take care of it. - Thank you, sir.
- Hey. - Hey.
Okay.
Well... quiet night.
Oh, saw Bad Day At Black Rock on my phone.
Robert Ryan owns the movie.
The Professionals?
Ah, best western cast this side of The Wild Bunch.
-Mm-hmm. -You've got Ryan, Lancaster, Lee Marvin,
- Jack Palance... - Claudia Cardinale.
Woody Strode...
Mm.
- Hey. - Hey.
Sean Terrion and Teddy Hobbs?
CAPs case you handled last summer?
Yeah. Frequent flyers.
Saw Mr. Hobbs just last week, in fact.
Naked Comes the Stranger.
So... more turf wars?
Hostile takeover.
- How hostile? - Lethal.
- Which one? - Terrion.
Head bashed in.
Where do we find Hobbs?
Sunset and Las Palmas.
Might be wise to hold off on paying out
on Mr. Kent's policy
until we finish our investigation.
Oh, happy to bring it to your attention. Any time.
You're welcome.
Who was that?
Kent's insurance company.
Nothing like a homicide investigation
- to gum up the works. - Exactly.
That'll get her attention.
Got to follow up on a lead on Daisy Clayton.
Let me know if the wire heats up.
Compensation for wrongful incarceration changed in 2016,
from a hundred dollars per day
- to $140... - Just give me the number.
- $500,000. - For ten years?
- Shit. - But...
- if the county owed you more... - Why would they?
A number of reasons.
Say the D.A. withheld exculpatory evidence.
- That means... - I know what exculpatory means.
Did they?
- We think they did. - What else?
For untreated medical issues, food poisoning, illness...
Pneumonia?
'Cause it's colder than ice cream on a bad tooth.
Or the guards failed to protect you
from a violent inmate.
This do?
Motherfucker shanked me in the yard.
That works.
What's the number?
Five to seven million.
- Minus your cut. - Minus my cut.
Which is?
- 30%. - Contingency.
Contingency. Absolutely.
Let's roll the dice.
Know what I'm saying?
Welcome to Bradco Kitchen and Bath.
Detective Bosch. LAPD.
- Alex Sands? - Yes.
Working a cold case. Maybe you can help.
A cold case?
About ten years ago.
Back in '09, a girl named Daisy Clayton.
I, uh... I thought they caught that guy.
They caught a serial killer. Not the one that killed her.
Oh, I just don't... I always thought it was the...
You were friends.
We were.
Her mother thinks you were more than that.
Just friends. That's it.
She was a couple years younger than me.
Took her under my wing.
Looked out for her.
We thought it was fun.
Running the streets.
Romantic.
Living on the edge.
Didn't turn out that way, did it?
No.
No, it didn't.
Thanks.
Shit.
Yeah, I know.
Okay.
Nobody's seen Hobbs.
What'd the D.A. want?
Body parts case.
We need to interview the defendant's cellmate
for the Special Circs memo.
- Where? - Kern.
- When? - Tomorrow.
Damn. We lose half a day.
What you gonna do?
Let's flag Hobbs on CHERS, maybe he pops up.
After what happened to Daisy, I quit the streets.
Cleaned up my act.
Where'd you go?
Home. Sacramento.
Scared straight.
How straight?
Well, look at me.
Uh, got a job, wife, kid.
Fuckin' minivan. Hmm.
Last time you saw Daisy?
Uh, that-that night.
- Night it happened. - Yeah, uh...
We had a spat and she split.
And I saw her... on Sunset.
Talking to some guy in a van.
She get in?
I don't know.
I assumed she was still pissed at me,
so I turned and walked away.
And I never saw her again.
What kind of van?
Oh, yeah, um...
white, maybe?
Uh... a-a panel truck.
I'm sorry, I...
I didn't think much of it.
That was Daisy's deal.
She work the street?
Oh, we all did.
One way or another.
After her murder, why didn't you talk to the cops?
I couldn't help her.
And it could've cost me, so...
What was I gonna say to the cops, anyway?
"Saw her get into a white van," for starters.
I didn't say I saw her get in.
You didn't have to.
- Donna says you got to eat. - Yeah.
Well, my sister still has her husband.
So she can feed it to him.
I'll just put this in the fridge. For now.
Did you think any more about what I asked you?
I have.
Yeah. The Feds destroyed my family.
They murdered my husband.
They bore false witness, blamed us.
I want hard justice, Ian.
For the ones who did it.
If you can't help me,
I'll find someone who can.
So, when should I reach out to Mrs. Kent?
Give her another day to stew.
Isn't that cutting it close? There's a clock on the wire.
We've got to find what we're looking for first.
Cooper didn't fill you in?
No, he did.
I was just double-checking.
Damn it.
Done one of these before, Chief?
High school. Debate team.
Uh-oh, a ringer.
How'd you land Thacker?
Killoran's been courting him for months.
With the right message.
A message making a difference to Thacker?
That would be a first.
Break a leg out there.
Councilwoman.
Susanna.
Chief Irving.
Jack Killoran.
The car czar.
My reputation precedes me.
- Your ads. - Yours, too.
We aren't running any yet.
Oh, you don't have to.
Because everybody knows your story.
How you worked your way up from patrol cop to head cop.
Native Angelino, favorite son.
And now, a top-notch rainmaker like Ray Thacker in your corner.
Oh, come on, man, that's not even fair.
I hear you made him an offer.
Yeah. I couldn't close that deal.
For a grassroots campaign,
you're in bed with some very fat cats.
Chief, it's time.
Good luck.
And to you, too, sir.
Open.
Captain, is there a reason I wasn't invited
to the briefing this morning?
No reason at all.
Meant to bring you up to speed.
Day got away from me.
Bosch and Edgar catch you up?
- Yeah, they did. - Good.
Something else?
- Is there a problem? - No.
Are you still happy here, Grace?
Been at Hollywood a long time.
I'm fine.
You know what they say.
A change is as good as a rest.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Excellent. Glad to hear it.
- Hey. - Leftover pizza.
Jon & Vinny's.
Tempted. Had a late lunch.
How was Mr. Crow?
Honestly? Kind of scary.
Chandler must smell a big payday in there somewhere.
That's kind of cynical.
She's cynical.
She and her ex-con, gaming the system.
Sorry, Mads.
Uh, Chandler... payday.
That's all.
I'm gonna walk Coltrane.
Thanks.
Were you nervous?
Piece of cake, compared to a Police Commission hearing.
We'll see how the numbers shake out, but good job.
You sound surprised.
Not at all.
Still, if you can manage the occasional smile...
I'll practice in the mirror.
Killoran scored some points on the homeless epidemic.
What does he know about it?
Sitting in his showroom in Van Nuys.
It's a set of complicated, long-standing
structural problems with no easy one-size-fits-all solution.
So you said.
Sorry.
He's gonna keep beating that drum.
He caught us flat-footed.
We'll need to put out a policy proposal
- as soon as possible. - And we will.
Because it's the right thing to do for the city.
But fuck Killoran.
Well said, Mr. Mayor.
Jerry.
Everything okay?
Yeah. Just in the neighborhood.
How are the boys?
Haven't seen 'em much lately.
- Busy? - Swamped.
I envy you.
Miss it?
Of course I do.
How's the investigation going?
Progress.
Assigned to RHD temporarily.
- Marcos and Arias task force. - Hmm.
- What about the Haitian? - I think we have an in.
I got some new pictures to show you.
You promised me.
I know, I know.
You want to see 'em or not?
Where is this?
Repair garage in Jefferson Park.
- You know about it? - No.
Jakes are in and out of there
on a regular basis.
Hovan set up a meet with Avril.
His number two showed up instead.
I wonder if this is the guy.
Remi Toussaint.
I still got my sources.
Keep this?
What kind of name is Felix Mariama?
Dominican.
Moves a lot of product, like he said.
Housewives, businessmen.
- Upscale? - Mostly.
Street, too.
But not soft.
No.
Not soft.
Smart.
The way he handled his problem.
Are you satisfied?
I am.
But it's your call.
I don't blame RHD for taking it away from me.
Daisy's murder fit their Backseat Butcher M.O.
- Except for the bleach. - Except for the bleach.
Then they found out he was in the drunk tank
the night she was killed, couldn't have done it.
Dropped her from the filing.
Plenty of others he was good for.
Oh, yeah. I asked to get back on it,
but my L.T. said no.
Cold case, street kid...
Lost cause.
From the lines on her body,
she wasn't bleached in a bathtub.
That's what I thought.
Small tub?
Portable, plastic.
Wash the body anywhere. Vehicle, van.
She had that mark on her right hip.
- An indentation, like a logo. - Yeah, from the tub.
"ASP." American Storage Products.
The thing is, you can buy 'em anywhere.
Walmart, Costco.
Still, that's good work.
Useful down the road.
Let's hope.
Hey, do me a favor. Take a look at these.
John the Baptist.
He called himself John the Baptist.
Ran a shelter for street kids.
Moonlight Mission. Get born again for a bed.
Baptize 'em on the spot.
David Curzon?
He was a house painter. Peeping Tom.
He got hit by one of those celebrity tour buses.
But this John the Baptist, he still around?
Last I heard.
Hmm.
Eight, seven, four, five.
Hmm.
Hello, Alicia Kent.
Hi. Lieutenant Grace Billets, LAPD.
We have your husband's effects.
We'd like to return them to you.
His wallet, his wristwatch, his wedding ring.
Oh, I'd appreciate that.
Yeah, when can you come in?
Can you send them to me? I'll pay for the messenger.
Oh, no, I'm sorry, you're gonna have to
come sign for them in person at the station.
Station?
Yeah. Hollywood Station.
- What a pain. - Well,
- it's a chain of custody issue. - When?
Well, sooner is better. Today?
- Tomorrow? - I can't today.
Okay, tomorrow, then.
It won't take long.
Shit.
Crate.
Just resting my eyes.
Tell me about this "stay cool" text.
Ah. Dead of night, out of pattern.
No number?
Nope. Prepaid. Why?
Same number as the burner cell P.I. flagged
on Alicia Kent's phone records.
- Hey. - Hey, we hook something?
Her partner in crime, maybe.
- Huh. - You guys are wasted on the CAPs desk.
Mention that to the powers that be.
- How's Rodgers? - Better.
Sat up this morning, had a little breakfast.
Would appreciate a visit
from either one of you fair-weather friends.
Point taken.
Hey, Pierce called.
He and Vega are on the interview up at Kern,
wondered if we could help out with Hobbs.
Sunset and Las Palmas pan out?
In the wind.
Well, he won't go far.
No. He'll be on a corner with a coffee shop,
a gas station and a long light.
Hmm...
You're going to look for Brady violations.
Do you know what those are?
When prosecutors withhold evidence?
Good guess.
Our Mr. Crow appears to be a classic Brady.
Pull the cases, Shepardize them,
make sure they're still good law.
- So we are suing the D.A.? - We are not.
Prosecutors have immunity. We are suing L.A. County.
I'm on it.
- Alicia Kent? - 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.
About when the warrant expires. How'd she sound?
- Frustrated. - She may have texted
her accomplice last night.
Beautiful. Tell me J. Edgar's
- making headway. - Working it.
I'm worried we're not gonna have enough.
So am I.
- Bless you. - Word to the wise?
Say "bless you" before you count the change.
But if I don't count it, how do I know they deserve a blessing?
- Good point. - Least I ain't naked.
I so appreciate that.
But, actually, I'm trying to find Sean Terrion.
- Any idea where he is? - Nope.
Hmm.
How about I treat you to a big, hot breakfast?
Hmm? We'll try to figure this out.
I've gone through all the hard drives and devices.
Been at Computer Crimes all morning.
Nothing.
The video's got to be somewhere.
Had a thought.
Nobody's checked the LAN at St. Ag's.
- The LAN? - Hospital's internal network.
Kent had a workstation.
Confidential patient records.
You're gonna need a very, very narrow warrant for that.
Think I can write one, now that I know where to look.
Okay. I'll circle back. Thanks.
Hello?
You want to help me out here, Mr. McMullen?
LAPD. Detective Bosch.
"The Lord hath beset my path.
He hath set darknesses in my way."
Curious about that van out there.
Been a ride and a kennel and extra beds.
Mostly I pirate parts
from it now, keep the newer one running.
Was it running in 2009?
Surely.
Remember a street kid, girl named Daisy Clayton?
She stayed here one night.
- Next day, she was gone. - You remembered her immediately.
Lot of my children stay lost.
Daisy was taken.
But I was gratified.
That she was taken?
That I saved her before she was.
If they agree
to be baptized, I offer them a meal and a bed,
put their names up on the board.
I give the key, up to them what they do with it.
Photographs are the ones who... didn't make it.
Who are now in yonder city,
not made by hand.
You know where she went when she left here?
Daisy called home, said someone was on his way to get her.
Next I hear, she's dead.
Broke my heart.
They never caught her killer.
You think it was me?
Help me prove it wasn't.
Where you were that night, where your van was.
Ten years ago?
Think hard.
Seems to be a little confusion
with the details, Teddy.
You said
the last time you saw Terrion was Thursday.
Mm...
Yeah, that's right. Fry?
No, thank you.
You also said Friday, Saturday,
and maybe Sunday.
I don't wear a watch.
Last year, you said,
and I quote,
"He's in my spot tomorrow? Could be mayhem."
Is that what happened?
He took your spot?
I didn't want to do it, but goddamn it,
it was my corner.
Mine.
And mayhem ensued.
Sounds like it.
Stand your ground, am I right?
He's all yours.
To have and to hold, in sickness and in health,
for richer or for poorer.
With this ring, I thee wed.
I heard Crate and Barrel did you a solid.
- Uh, stole the case. - Sneaky bastards.
They'll never let you forget.
Word on the street is
Crate and Barrel saved your bacon. How's that feel?
Nice.
- You get the warrant? - Yeah. Tomorrow, first thing.
Come on, man, that's cutting it close.
She's coming at 10:00.
Are we pinning too much on this picture frame camera?
I mean, could be nothing there.
I think Stanley Kent will come through for us.
- From the grave? - From the LAN at St. Ag's.
Let me know if you need any more help
with that computer stuff, Jer.
Hey, Melissa.
How's your dad?
He passed away an hour ago.
Another heart attack.
There's nothing they could do.
If, uh,
if this guy ever gives you any trouble...
Jun, this is Bill Frank.
Bill was my rabbi in the department.
So pleased to meet you.
I understand you're to blame for Irv's mayoral aspirations.
Do you not think he'll make a good mayor?
On the contrary, I think he'll be stupendous.
So do I.
Yeah, department's loss.
City's gain, and it's just what L.A. needs.
So thank you.
My pleasure.
I love you.
I love you, too.
♪ ♪
Why isn't he meeting Avril at his club?
Half his business is legit.
He'll string Hovan along for a while,
till he's sure.
Sekou?
Kreyol for rescue.
- Total front? - Semi-legit.
Pockets some of the contributions,
rest goes to Haiti.
Got to be one of his laundries, too.
Lots of small cash donations.
What did Avril do in the old country?
Secret police.
What kind of real estate we talking about?
Apartment buildings, convenience stores,
nightclubs, pachinko parlors.
If you have a particular area of interest...
I'm looking long-term.
Ah. Mais oui.
Not worth doing otherwise.
Hmm.
And the fees?
The fees are appropriate.
One for one.
Too steep.
- Ah. - Discount for volume?
Say, one for three.
It will depend on the size of your investment.
This works out?
Substantial.
I prefer to start modestly.
See how things go.
Mm-mm-mm.
Hey.
I overheard you talking earlier.
Rodgers?
You're up early again.
Keeping long hours.
More case summaries.
Chandler drives you pretty hard.
Just another relentless role model.
Not sure how to take that.
I meant it as a compliment.
Don't idolize her too much, Mads.
She's using the law to make a criminal into a millionaire
while she lines her own pockets.
Like there aren't any criminal millionaires.
Touché.
- She did a good job for you. - Amazing.
Not denying she's good at what she does...
Why I hired her.
You can't lock people up for crimes they didn't commit.
Even guys like Dante Crow.
Of course not.
But what?
He'll be back in orange before he sees a dime.
- You don't know that. - I do.
Big day?
- Main event. - Hmm.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
- Love you. - Love you.
Morning, Juan.
Alicia Kent is here.
Oh, shit.
- She's early. - I put her in the interview room.
All right, find Bosch. Get him in here.
All right.
Servers are supposed to be
for patient or research purposes only.
- No personal files. - Which makes it a good hiding place.
We monitor the systems.
Still have to know where to look.
Gotcha.
Fuck.
Hi. I am sorry for the delay.
Can I get you anything? Like coffee?
No, thank you.
- How much longer? - Oh, just a few minutes.
We're getting the paperwork together.
Are you sure I can't get you anything?
Get me out of here.
We're working on it.
I promise.
Listen, I know that this has been
a grueling experience for you.
Extremely.
So if there's anything that we can do to help...
Actually, since I'm here...
Yes?
I'd like to lodge a complaint.
About...?
Your Detective Bosch.
Do you mind if I record this?
- Is it necessary? - Well, it protects everyone.
Lieutenant Grace Billets with Alicia Kent
at 9:36 a.m., June 22.
So what about Bosch?
He called my insurance company.
He told them to hold off on paying out Stan's policy.
Well, that's procedure with a homicide case.
I was assured by Agent Brenner that this case was closed.
Your detective clearly didn't get the memo,
and apparently, neither did you.
It's not the FBI's case, it's ours.
And Bosch can be annoying but it comes from a good place.
Right.
Can I please have my husband's property?
Of course.
The paperwork should be ready by now.
Apologies.
I'll be right back.
- You said 10:00. - She showed up early.
- Did you find it? - Video from the night, yeah.
Just got to scroll through to find the moment of truth.
Showtime.
Is there anything?
I know it's here. I just have to find it.
Hope to God it is.
Let's do it.
Mrs. Kent.
Detective.
Detective Bosch would like to tell you
his side of the story.
Detective Harry Bosch joins the conversation
9:51 a.m.
Do you have my husband's belongings?
I do.
First, if I can explain... my way of working.
I'm not asking for an apology.
I want you to return my property and stay the hell away from me.
I...
I understand.
Look, sometimes,
closing a case, we can get a little lost in the weeds...
uh, tunnel vision.
You want to tie up every loose end; sometimes you can't.
For example: y-you remember when I took your robe
out of the closet and I gave it to you, right?
- Yes. - Right.
But... but you can see in the photo,
there it is on the chair.
After they took the picture, they must have hung it up
in the closet.
They must have.
Eh, fair enough.
Text you sent middle of last night.
Unknown number.
You tapped my phone.
We have a warrant.
Who'd you reach out to, Mrs. Kent?
This is outrageous.
You people don't know when to stop.
Sorry to interrupt.
Please, sit down, Mrs. Kent.
Your husband...
had a motion-activated spy camera in a picture frame.
It was working, night of his murder.
♪ ♪
Check the time stamp.
This was taken when you were supposedly tied up,
facedown on your bed.
I want my lawyer.
Looks good.
- Hey, guys. - Yeah?
Mrs. Kent's attorney is here.
Send him back, please.
On the way.
Detectives.
Ms. Chandler.
Now, where's my client?