[narrator] Previously on Bosch Legacy...
Rogers had some really unsavory actors in the mix.
[Chandler] Unsavory in what way?
[man] In the Bratva way.
[man] Our Stoli friend wants to meet.
Can you buy us some time?
[man] They sound impatient, Carl.
- [Carl] "They"? - [man] The old man sent love.
[Mo] Rogers just got on the phone with a dude named Simon.
They're setting up a meeting.
Simon Wakefield is his financial guy.
Yeah, well, they ain't dealing with no bank.
This sounded urgent and Rogers sounded concerned.
- Mr. Datz, you're under arrest. - Fuck!
What can I do for you, Mr. Vance?
I was hoping you could bring an old man some peace
and redemption.
There's billions at stake here...
and people will do anything to stop you.
Why the fuck we hire a private investigator?
The man's 88 years old, for Christ's sake.
As soon as the old man croaks,
long lost children of Whitney Vance will crawl out of the woodwork.
Meantime...
my people are on Bosch.
What's this about?
St. Helens.
I was there for 50 years.
There were hundreds of babies.
I think you'd remember the name.
Vibiana.
She got time with that baby.
No one else ever got with theirs.
You remember his name?
[woman] Vibi called him Dominick.
DOMINICK - MALE - SINGLE OXNARD, CALIFORNIA
"Dominick Santanello."
[tense music]
[lawnmower hums]
[door closes]
[dramatic music intensifies]
[opening theme plays]
BOSCH: LEGACY
[Bosch] He has no reason to talk to us.
[Chandler] I suppose not, but still have to try.
Check it off the list. Just back my play, okay?
You got lt.
By the way, nice job on Herstadt.
Thank you.
The DNA transfer.
Very smart.
I thought so.
Guess there was a chance he was innocent after all.
- Is that an apology? - For what?
Fuck you, Bosch.
You're welcome.
FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION NEXT EXIT
[gate buzzer sounds]
The Dynamic fucking Duo.
Lady lawyer and her bloodhound.
What'd I do to deserve this?
Willy Datz, it's your lucky day.
[Datz scoffs]
Aren't you curious?
[sniffles] Fuck it.
Beats sitting in my cell.
Okay, so talk.
We know Rogers got to you.
You don't know shit.
[clears throat]
[Chandler] Recognize him?
[Datz] Can't say that I do.
[Chandler] A client of mine. Raúl Arraya.
Means nothing to me.
He's a shot caller. Eme.
Can tell that from the tattoos.
Fancy lady lawyer like you representing a piece a shit like that?
Shame on you.
Mr. Arraya is currently incarcerated here at Terminal Island.
D-block, same as you.
What a coincidence.
One of these days, his boys are bound to pay you a visit.
Why would they do that?
Raúl owes me a favor.
You can't do that.
- You can't just... - Oh, I wouldn't.
But, um...
Raúl has a mind of his own.
You're a fucking attorney, for Christ's sake.
It's against the law.
So is murder for hire.
Now I could put in a word.
Intercede. Or not.
Up to you.
[Bosch] Who was it?
Who reached out to you?
I tell you, hand to God, you swear to keep it between us.
"Hand to God."
I trust you?
You got no other choice.
Fuck me.
One day I get a visitor.
An attorney.
Never seen him before.
He says, "Change your story,
let Rogers off the hook,
and we'll take care of your family."
I say, "What if I don't?"
He says, "Like I said.
We'll take care of your family."
Who did he represent?
Russians. Serious assholes.
Bratva?
No, the fucking Bolshoi Ballet. Yes, Bratva.
Names?
Only one. Alex Ivanovich.
They say why?
Why they wanted Rogers to skate?
They didn't say, and I didn't ask.
I just said "Da."
[Bosch] I never would've have pegged you
as a lawyer for the Mexican Mafia.
[Chandler] Everyone needs representation.
- Pro bono? - Hardly.
Arraya's doing life without parole.
How could he owe you one?
You get him spared the needle?
I wasn't part of his criminal defense team.
I represented him in a subsequent civil rights case.
Ah, there's the Honey Chandler I know.
Civil rights for scumbags with deep pockets.
Yeah, Raúl has Type One diabetes,
which was left untreated by the prison authorities at Victorville.
He went into a coma and almost died.
Eighth Amendment violation.
Oh, so you have read the Constitution.
Bet your ass. Cover to cover.
The Feds opted to settle rather than take it to trial.
I got Raúl transferred to a lower security facility with better healthcare.
Terminal Island.
Which gave me the idea, how to leverage Datz.
Oh, by the way. "Hand to God"?
I'm a card-carrying atheist.
By the way, that bluff, it's world class.
What makes you think I was bluffing?
[door opens]
- Hey, Bosch. - [Maddie] Perez.
Just starting your shift?
Yeah, obviously. Done for the day?
Obviously. And I got a day off tomorrow.
Nice. You have any plans?
Nah, I'm free. You wanna have lunch?
[stammering] I'm... I'm not... I wasn't asking you
- Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were... - ...on a date or anything.
I was just making small talk.
My bad.
- I gotta go, my T.O. ... - Sure, sure.
Listen. We're grabbing a drink some night this week.
Boots only. Casual. No big thing. You in?
We'll see.
Okay. Later.
[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me. How'd it go?
Better than expected.
- Datz fessed up? - He did.
That surprises me.
Well, he had a change of heart.
Hmm. What prompted that?
- I persuaded him. - How?
Hm. Painted the big picture.
You know, laid out the pros and cons so to speak.
You didn't answer my question.
[sighs] I informed him that one of his fellow inmates
is an old client of mine.
And this old client of yours?
Raúl Arraya.
You threatened him.
I did not.
I pointed out that sooner or later, their paths were bound to cross.
And as someone who has done me great bodily harm in the past,
it might behoove him to avail himself of my intercession,
vis a vis Raúl.
Sounds like a threat to me.
Martin, I offered him a choice.
I could intervene on his behalf,
in exchange for some useful, if off the record, information.
Or not,
and he could roll the dice and take his chances.
I think he made the right choice.
It's a fine line you're walking.
I think I'm on the right side of it.
And Arraya? Will he let Datz be?
Probably.
He likes me, and he does owe me.
On the other hand,
you never know with sociopaths.
Joke, Martin.
It was a joke.
I worry about you.
[jazz music plays over radio]
"Dominick Santanello".
Dominick with a "C-K"
Oh, adding a 'k'. Uh, date of birth?
January 31st, 1953.
CA DMV RECORDS SEARCH
All right, California Driver's License issued Jan 31, 1969.
SANTANELLO, DOMINICK
[Bosch] His 16th birthday.
When did he last renew it?
Mm, looks like never.
What do you mean, "never"?
He never renewed it.
Maybe he moved out of the state.
GOOGLE DOMINICK SANTANELLO
Mm, handful of guys with that spelling. None the right age.
Wait a minute, is that all you did?
You just switch to another search engine?
Yeah, it's called Google.
Remind me why I need your services.
Well, maybe he quit driving.
Maybe he died young. Never had a chance to renew his license.
Damn, that's morbid. Why you gotta go there?
Educated guess.
Like a car accident? Teenage driver?
Teenage soldier.
He's sixteen in 1969.
Couple years later, Vietnam's still on fire.
He's old enough to enlist, eligible for the draft.
And gets sent to 'Nam.
Pull up Vietnam War Memorial, Wall of Faces, Dominick Santanello.
THE WALL OF FACES - VIETNAM VETERANS MEMORIAL FUND
THE WALL OF FACES DOMINICK SANTANELLO
There's our boy. Dominick with a "c-k."
"Dominick Santanello. Navy Corpsman. Medic.
THE WALL OF FACES DOMINICK SANTANELLO
KIA, Tay Ninh Province, December 9th, 1972."
A month and change shy of his twentieth birthday.
Um, K-I-A?
Killed in action.
Oh.
So why are you looking for this guy anyway? Who is he?
Just another teenage soldier
who never made it home.
[stirring music]
THE WALL OF FACES
DOMINICK SANTANELLO
[sighs]
AMERICAN HERO: DEAR DOMINICK SANTANELLO, YOUR SERVICE WILL BE REMEMBERED
BEYOND YOUR DAYS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR BRAVERY.
NEVER FORGOTTEN: DON'T FEEL SO BAD, BILL. WE ALL KNEW NICK
AND HOW HEADSTRONG HE WAS AND HOW HE WANTED ADVENTURE.
MISS YOU: IT'S BEEN ALMOST 45 YEARS SINCE YOU'VE LEFT US. LOVE YOU, OLIVIA.
MISS YOU EVERYDAY AND CELEBRATE YOU TODAY. LOVE, OLIVIA
OLIVIA, I HAVE INFORMATION ABOUT NICK. CALL ME. 323-244-5631 HARRY
MISS YOU: NICK, WE MISS YOU AND THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY.
ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS. LOVE, OLIVIA.
[sighs]
Message in a bottle.
This is so good.
I know, right? So fatty, so fried, so good.
That was such a good idea.
TREJO'S COFFEE AND DONUTS
What'd you call that shade of pink?
I dunno. Fuchsia?
Bubblegum.
Bubblegum's pinker.
Pepto Bismol.
You like his movies?
I've never seen one.
- Girl, you kidding me? - I don't think so.
Machete. Desperado. Dusk Till Dawn?
- Nope. - [scoffs] You should check 'em out.
[engine starts]
You went to college, right?
- Chapman. - Where's that?
- Orange County. - Mm.
- You? - Cal State Northridge.
Is that in Northridge?
Funny.
So, why a cop?
Is this a test?
Like, who's real police?
First, donuts and then the third degree?
You don't seem like a typical cop is all.
Well, what's a typical cop seem like?
More like me. No offense.
No, I get it.
I know your dad was a cop.
My dad and my mom.
- Your mom was a cop, too? - FBI agent.
Whoa. Holy shit. That's like serious DNA.
Runs in the family.
I guess.
You wanted to be one of the good guys. Like mom and dad?
- That's corny, right? - Totally corny.
I respect that.
Why'd you become a cop?
The overtime.
[laughs]
Law enforcement. Gateway to the middle-class.
I can't tell if you're kidding.
[RTO on radio] Hollywood units and 6 Adam 79,
attack just occurred at 929 North Oxford Avenue.
No suspect description.
6 A 79 handle Code 3. Incident Number 11- 34.
6 Adam 79, roger.
Responding Code 3 from Santa Monica and Highland.
This is why...
[siren chirps, wails]
VANCE MANSION
- [Sloan] Mr. Bosch? - [Bosch] I'm here.
[Sloan] Standby for Mr. Vance.
[Vance] Mr. Bosch?
Mr. Vance, I have some information for you.
[Vance] Not on the phone. Someone may be listening.
Do you know where Valhalla is?
Burbank.
[Vance] I will meet you there in one hour.
Don't be late.
[Saetang] I went out early to run some errands.
I got home, he was in the bedroom waiting for me.
He had a knife.
He told me not to... to scream.
It's okay. Just... take your time.
I told him had my period.
He knew I was lying.
What'd he look like?
Can you describe him?
He was wearing a mask.
[Vasquez] Black, White, Asian, Latino? Could you tell us?
White. I could see his hands.
What about the mask?
It was one of those Mexican wrestling masks.
Covered his whole head and face.
- Color? - Red.
Red and black, maybe.
Was he tall, short?
Average.
[Vasquez] What about weight? Heavy? Thin?
Sorry, uh, average?
Anything else that you can recall?
Any little detail could be helpful.
His breath was terrible,
and he smelled of cigarettes.
[Mo] So where you going you need a clean ride?
Confidential. You really trust that gizmo?
Man, this shit's state of the art,
top of the line. Worth every penny.
This bad boy'll pick up digital and analog transmissions.
I'm used to losing a tail the old-fashioned way.
Bootleg turns and reverse 180s.
[chuckles] Old school.
Grad school. You almost done?
Car's clean.
[phone vibrates]
Hey, uh, Rogers is on the move.
Let me know he heads downtown to Wall Street.
- [engine starts] - Later.
Later.
[dogs barking]
- Where the hell is the detective? - Westside traffic.
Finish your canvass?
Only one person home at the time.
Um, an older lady on the second floor,
and she didn't see or hear anything.
I'm gonna stay with the vic till the detective arrives.
'Case she remembers something else.
You look for a point of entry,
secure any evidence till the crims arrive.
PORTAL OF THE FOLDED WINDS
Mr. Vance.
Peaceful, isn't it?
My father's buried here, Mr. Bosch.
I'll be buried here, too. Soon, very soon.
See that plaque?
That's in honor of my father.
NELSON VANCE VISIONARY AIR PIONEER
EARLIEST ADVOCATE OF U.S. AIR POWER
Sings his praises. A visionary. Pioneer.
He made more money than he could spend in ten lifetimes.
None of that matters in the end.
You end up in the ground like everybody else.
- You don't believe that. - Don't I?
Legacy matters.
How you live your life, what you leave behind.
Why you hired me. Find your heir.
Do you have something to tell me, Mr. Bosch?
You had a son.
He has his mother's eyes.
THE WALL OF FACES DOMINICK SANTANELLO
[Bosch] His name was Dominick Santanello.
Speaking in the past tense.
He was a medic. Died in Vietnam.
Just short of his 20th birthday. December 9th, 1972.
So much for my legacy.
What else you know about him?
He was stationed in Da Nang.
He was killed in action in Tay Ninh Province.
And?
I'm sorry. That's all I know.
You found my son. I thank you for that.
I wonder.
If I had stood up to my father all those years ago.
The path not taken.
Tell me, Mr. Bosch, were you close to your father?
I never knew my father.
So that's what you meant.
Sorry?
When you said you knew what it felt like.
Right.
Thank you, Mr. Bosch, for your effort.
You're welcome.
I'd like to know more about him.
Sir?
Whatever you can find out about my son.
Humor me.
THE WALL OF FACES DOMINICK SANTANELLO
[engine starts]
[tires squeal]
[cars honk]
Point of entry's clear.
Cut the screen, came in through the window.
Yup.
- Victim said he had a knife. - No knife was recovered.
You searched the perimeter thoroughly?
I did, yes.
There's also a used tissue in the wastebasket in the bedroom.
The victim needs to be taken to Santa Monica Hospital for her SART exam.
I'll bring her out.
- Stay in my lane? - Exactly.
[phone vibrates]
- What you got? - [Mo] Rogers is headed downtown.
Okay, keep in touch.
[engine starts]
[sobs]
[phone vibrates]
- Yeah. - [Mo] You see him?
I see his car. Not him.
SOKOL INC 302
[indistinct chatter]
I have your money. Your original investment. Every penny.
You assured us double our money.
That was before the unfortunate events of the last year.
Your problem, not ours.
We invest with you ten million.
It's gonna take us a little time to get another ten together.
Another thirty.
I don't understand.
Is now forty. Original ten, plus.
- Interest. - This wasn't a loan.
This was a buy- in.
Ten. Plus interest. Is forty.
[Alex] Call it what you want.
You have diverse portfolio.
All different kinds of irons in fire.
You have to understand.
My businesses all took a hit when I was inside.
We won't fucking haggle with you. Understand?
Clock is ticking.
Tick fucking tock.
Alex, be reasonable.
I don't have that kind of cash on hand.
I'm sorry to hear that, Carl.
- [elevator dings] - [doors open]
Wake up.
Let's go for a walk.
I'm gonna to need a little time.
That's what they all say.
- Who say? - Deadbeats.
Ah, true. That is what they say.
- To ramp up production... - You have one week to get started.
I need more time.
I don't know what else to tell you.
You tell us "Can do."
[Alex] You ramp up production. You tap another line.
You see, it's not that simple.
If we ramp up production too fast, we blow the whole operation.
We've been able to fly under the radar because we haven't been greedy.
If we start tapping new lines now, peopled are bound to notice.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Fuck that.
- It is problem you cannot handle? - No, no.
We'll figure it out.
Carl, I really have to urge caution here. This is not a good idea.
Shut up, Simon. Shut. Up.
We'll get you your money.
SECURITY
You have an uninvited guest.
Where is he now?
Outside your door.
Go downstairs. Secure the exits.
Don't let him get away.
Understood.
[Lev] Hey!
[tense music]
[grunts]
Get up!
[speaks in Russian]
[panting]
He's on the roof!
He's on the stairs!
[grunts]
[speaks in Russian]
[men speaking in foreign language]
[speaking in Russian]
[grunts]
[speaks in Russian]
This way! Come on!
[indistinct chatter]
[knocking on door]
- Who is it? - [Maddie] It's me.
Hey, honey. It's open, come on in.
Oh, shit, I'm sorry, let me help you.
I got it.
Oh.
Fantastic. I've been meaning to get up to the house.
[Maddie] I couldn't get all of them, but I got your faves.
Frank Morgan, Art Pepper, Ron Carter...
Honey, you're the best, thank you so much.
Now if only I had something to play them on.
Stereo's in the car.
Aw, I was hoping you'd say that.
- Day off? - No, I'm on my way into work.
[sighs] I like what you've done with the place.
Thanks.
- I was being sarcastic. - So was I.
When you gonna get a good pull-out sofa bed?
Not gonna be here that long.
It's bad for your back.
Where's Coltrane?
He's out with Sam.
Is that why you left all the doors unlocked?
- As a matter of fact. - What, does she not have a key?
She does, Officer Friendly.
Sorry. [scoffs] Sorry, I just... worry about you.
Welcome to my world. I worry about you.
Out on the mean streets of East Hollywood.
They can be. What are you working on?
Nothing dangerous. Paper trail.
So how's it going?
It's going well.
I'll tell you about it over dinner. You free Friday?
Pretty much always.
My schedule is a tabula rasa. That means...
Uh, I know what it means. It's actually tab-ula rasa.
Oh, right.
- So are we on? - Friday dinner.
Well, I'd like to stay around and say hi to Coltrane,
but I gotta get going.
They're gonna be back in a minute. Let's just go get the stereo.
Okay.
She really is so good with him.
Who, Sam? She's a gem.
Coltrane? Loves her.
[scoffs] Jealous.
Well, you come around more often. He won't forget you.
[Maddie] Yeah, never happen.
[Bulgakov] These are the guys chased you through the garment district?
Tried to turn me into a piñata.
Alexei and Lev Ivanovich. They're actual brothers.
- Bratva? - Bratva royalty.
Boys are gangster princelings. Papa's legendary.
A big macher.
Tell me about Junior.
Did a few years in the gulag for murder.
Story goes he actually buried alive
some other kriminal who owed the old man money.
- True story? - Could be apocryphal. Or not.
Certainly capable of it, by all accounts.
Lev is the muscle, he does the heavy lifting.
Tell me about Alexei.
[Bulgakov] The brains, but brutal when he needs to be.
- Dad must be proud. - Mm.
- I keep these? - Yeah, all yours
Appreciate the heads up.
We didn't even know they were back in the country.
Been living it up in London.
They're up to something.
Do me a favor, keep an eye on em for me.
Out of our jurisdiction.
But unofficially, sure.
Thanks, Misha.
Don't fuck around with these guys, Harry. Not to be trifled with.
Neither am I.
I'll be in touch, brother.
[Chandler] Where'd you get these?
Sheriff's detective, West Hollywood.
Russian unit. Old buddy of mine.
West Hollywood?
Mostly medical fraud. He's a native speaker.
He confirmed that these two guys are high level Bratva.
And Rogers owes these guys a lot of money.
A ton, from what I heard.
Franzen said Rogers was cooking up a scheme
that had a very steep buy-in.
With some quote unquote "unsavory characters."
- Bratva. - These two fit the bill.
All right, guys who might just want their investment back.
Reason enough to persuade Willy Datz to change his testimony
to get Rogers kicked free.
- Out of the frying pan... - Mm-hmm.
Did you find anything in that directory I sent you?
They're fronts.
P.O. boxes with voicemail, not actual businesses.
Shit.
Sokol.
When Rogers was locked up,
he made multiple calls to a particular number.
We traced it back to a burner cell phone
purchased at a gas station in Bakersfield.
Sokol Gas & Go.
What would Rogers have to do with a Gas & Go in Bakersfield?
LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT HOLLYWOOD STATION 1358
[indistinct chatter]
You think she's going to be okay?
- Who? - Preeda Saetang.
- The Thai woman. - The rape victim.
Depends on what you mean by "okay."
Well, what do you mean?
She may recover, God willing, but she'll never be the same.
I wonder if the guy who did it, if he's done it before.
Probably. Most likely.
I'm sure the detectives are all over that.
You think he's gonna do it again?
I don't know. Look, let it go.
We did our job, now it's somebody else's job.
[sighs] I just... I keep thinking about it.
So stop. It's not your problem anymore.
I, um, gave her my number.
Fuck. What did you do that for?
In case she needed somebody to talk to.
She has somebody to talk to. Detective Coleman.
[scoffs]
- I'm sorry. I just thought... - Jesus Christ, Bosch. Look.
If she calls, do not engage.
Tell her she needs to call Detective Coleman.
That you can't talk to her. Because you can't.
You could screw up the whole investigation.
Let it go. Hear me?
[soft jazz music]
Ain't this the life, boy?
I'm gonna go get another beer.
You're a good boy.
[phone vibrates]
Hello?
[Olivia] You left me a message.
Oh, right.
Could you hold on one second please?
[music stops]
Olivia MacDonald?
[Olivia] You wanted to talk to me?
I'm a private investigator.
I was wondering if you'd be willing to speak with me in person.
- What is this about? - Dominick Santanello.
What about Nick?
- You were a friend of his? - Family.
So Nick knew he was adopted, right?
Yes.
Did he know anything about his background, his birth parents?
Nick knew his birth mother's name.
- Vibiana. - Vibiana.
Which is more than I knew about mine.
I'd like to learn more about Nick.
Would you be willing to meet with me?
Um, when do you want to meet?
Tell me where you are.
[somber music]
- [tires squeal] - [cars honk]
[engine starts]
[phone line rings]
[Maddie on recording] I'm not here. Leave a message.
- [beeps] - Hey, it's me.
I'm going out of town for work. Back tomorrow.
Love you. Bye.
101 NORTH
[indistinct radio chatter]
We've got eyes on the target. He's on the move heading north.
[dramatic music]
[closing theme plays]