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Okay. I'm good.
All yours.

Can we get a priority
on the GSR?

Roger that.

He's gonna have
gunshot residue
on his hand.

Won't prove anything
one way or another.

If somebody
staged this,

they would have
accounted for that.

We gotta dot the "I"s,
don't we?

Always.

Always dot the "I"s.

One shot expended.

- Detective?
- Mm-hm.

You're gonna want to
take a look at this.

- How recent are those?
- A day or two.

Hm. Maybe he was into
a little kink.

That's just
between us for now.

Roger that.

I'm gonna take
a look around.

Mm-hm.

He sent a text.

Thanks.

Drake.
Maury.

Shoot that, bag it
and get it to me.

Coniff.

12:15 a text was sent
to George Irving's cell.

Sorry, partner,
I let you down.

So five minutes before
he bought the farm,

he texted an apology
to his dead partner,

- and then he
shot himself?
- Apparently.

You have your doubts,
Detective?

To me,
that sells it as suicide.

If this is his phone
and he actually sent
the message.

Why wouldn't it be?

Keeping an
open mind, sir.

This is a burner,
after all,

and there's only
one message on it.

He was dirty.
Of course he had a burner.

His personal cell phone
is missing.

He got rid of it.
Any number of reasons.

Or somebody took it.

All right,
what else have we got?

Surveillance heard
the gunshot...

at 12:20 a.m.

Contact attempted,
no response.

SWAT called
to make an entry.

Arrived on the scene
at 1:45.

Entry was made
30 minutes later.

If somebody else was in
the house when he died,

they had time to go
out the backdoor.

Past our team
in the alley?

They'd gone
to find a head.

Oh.

If they had eyes
on our surveillance,

they would have known
when to pull the trigger.

You know, sometimes things are
just as they seem, detectives.

And this, to me,

is one of those times.

I'm looking forward to
reading your report.

Did you hear
what I just heard?

What did you hear?

That he wants this
to be a suicide.

Needs it even.

Yeah, well, fuck him.

I'm not shading my report
for anybody.

Not even
the Chief of Ds.

Bosch.

Something come up?

30 minutes.

Dad.

Dad?

It's him.

Autopsy will confirm,
but it's him.

It's Burrell.

Yeah, I'm sure.

St. Jude's medal
in his pocket.

Wife's initials
on the back.

She gave it to him
when he took this assignment.

I told her.

I didn't tell her
he'd been tortured.

All the bones
in his hands and feet.

For Silver,
that text is as good as
a signed suicide note.

Suicide solves
a lot of problems
on the tenth floor.

Two dead cops,
friends.

One a hero, one a criminal
overcome with remorse.

They'll call it a suicide,
but we both know it's not.

That works for Nash,
too.

He went to the trouble.
Suicide buys him time.

- For what?
- The big payday.

Pot of gold that
connects all of this.

Allen's murder
to your son's,

and Nash to both.

Take a look at
these photos Nash took.

Tony Allen was
leaving his wife for her,

the younger woman.

He was gonna marry her.

He was gonna take
his money with him.

Now, Veronica needs a partner
to stop that from happening.

Nash.

So he's waiting to get paid
for killing her husband.

- And you're sure there's
a pot of gold?
- I'm betting on it.

- So how do we find it?
- We've been watching
the widow.

She's been waiting, too.

Waiting for the estate
to settle.

She'll lead us to
the money.

That'll lead us to Nash.

Follow the money.

Follow the fuckin' money.

Bosch.

You know Coniff
and Espinosa.

Yeah,
Brad and I go back.

The RHD task force
on George Irving's murder

is now investigating
the death of Eddie Arceneaux.

You guys callin' it
a suicide or a murder?

We're calling it
undetermined at this time.

Two nights ago
you gave me Carl Nash's name

as a lead in
the Irving killing.

Check him out?

Working on it.

Nash left LAPD
under a cloud,

at least
that's the story.

The story's true.

What'd he do?

Corrupt. Brutal.

Ton of his cases
were tainted.

Big ugly can of worms
nobody wanted opened.

So IA bounced him on
some bullshit technicality.

Who told you
Nash sold guns to Arceneaux?

Confidential informant.

Any chance that informant
was Eddie Arceneaux?

Arceneaux wasn't
one of my CIs.

You know,
there are informants who
cooperate voluntarily.

And then there are those
who are forced to.

Found that in
his trashcan.

- It was used on someone.
- So what? He's a cop.

Arceneaux had marks
on his wrist consistent
with that cuff.

You're suggesting
I forced Arceneaux to
give me Nash's name?

All right,
that's outrageous.

Did you?

Piss off.

Detectives.
Where's this going?

Bosch and Edgar
have got a case to work.

We've got a case
to work, too.

We're investigating
the murder of

a brave young
undercover officer,

not some mobbed up
piece of shit pornographer,

so if you have information
we should have, now's the time.

I'm drawing up
a warrant today
for Nash's house.

When we're good to go,
we'll give you a call.

Maybe we find something
helps us both out.

All we wanted.
A little cooperation.

You got it.

You two aren't
going anywhere.

How did you connect Nash
to Arceneaux and their case?

Our sources at Van Nuys
said Nash was the guy in
the Valley

to see for a throw away.
I passed it along.

And you didn't tell me
because...

Not our case, RHDs.
Hands off.

Is there anything else
you're not telling me?

Not that I can think of.

We could use
some extra hands

to help surveille
Veronica Allen.

I can give you
two shifts.

Johnson and Moore,
Ferris and Roberts.

Beautiful.

- Bosch.
- Yeah.

Let's get
a cup of coffee.

Harry, I know you're
off the reservation.

What I don't know is
if you've got company.

Not sure I follow you,
Lieutenant.

I know it's not Edgar.

He's as much
in the dark as I am
about what you're up to.

I got a friend who
works out at a gym near PAB.

He says that Irving's
in there every day at lunch.

Hitting the heavy bag.
Wearing it out.

Bare knuckled.

He's grieving, angry.
Your point?

People get desperate,
they get dangerous.

They do damage.

To themselves
and others.

Thanks for the warning.

Bosch.

Sorry I kept you waiting.

Thanks for meeting me
on such short notice.

On a Saturday.

Not a problem.

We found him.

Right where you thought
he would be.

I'm so sorry.

Can't even imagine
what that family's

been going through
the last two years.

The director asked me
to convey his thanks.

I appreciate that.

He authorized the amendment
to your record.

Your flag
will be removed.

Any idea how long
that will take?

You know bureaucracies.

All too well.

In the interim,

I have a letter of
recommendation

signed by the director.

That ought to
open a few doors.

Thank you.

I wish I could do more.

vis-à-vis
the bureau itself.

No, no, I understand.

A fresh start.

Yeah. A fresh start.

What's good
on this roach coach?

Tacos al pastor.

I don't even know
what the hell that is,

but I've had my shots.

Excuse me, can I, uh,
please have--

Uno mas taco al pastor,
por favor.

Burrell was
a good guy.

Didn't deserve to
end up in a hole

in the middle of
the desert.

You tie Marks
to his murder?

Sure as hell
gonna try.

If the blood
in Tony's trunk
is Burrell's,

they'll file RICO charges
against Marks and his top guy,

see if they get
one of them to flip.

You won't have to
testify.

I told you, man,
I like bein'
Lucky Luke Rykoff,

it suits me.

So, look,
I just wanted to come by
and thank you in person.

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.

I don't believe you.

I hope it all works out,
you know, for your ex.

Still don't know what
you're talkin' about.

You're a shitty liar.

That mean you don't believe
I planted that gun?

No, we're officially cool,
you and me.

That's good to hear.

What about that tail
you've had on me

the last three weeks?

You knew about that shit?

Uh-huh.

Well, fuck you.

We pulled it off you
this morning.

You really want to
do something for me,
Rykoff?

It depends.

We think we know
who planted the gun
in your bathroom.

Now I'm interested.

An ex LAPD
homicide detective

who orchestrated
the hit on Tony Allen.

Wanted it to look like
it came from Joey Marks.

So he framed me?

Fuck that guy.
Why?

Money. Love.
Maybe both.

We think he's involved
with Veronica Allen,

Tony's widow.

Cooked it up together?

That's the
working theory.

You know anything?

Well,
I don't know anything
about the love angle,

but I can help you
with the money.

So Tony was
skimming the skim.

Joey expected him to
steal a certain amount
within reason.

Can't trust a guy
who's too honest,

he might be
an undercover cop.

But suddenly
two years ago,

Tony starts
stealing more.

Yeah, lots more.
Hand over fist.

How do you know about
two years ago?

That's when he
met Layla.

Layla.
Well, there you go.

There's your
love connection
right there, man.

See, Joey asked me to
go back over Dolly's books,

which I do, and I
come up with this number.

And I multiply that number
times the other clubs
in his rackets,

and, you know, I get
a pretty good guesstimate.

How much?

Three and a half,
four million bucks.

No shit?
In just two years?

Yeah, but you gotta
understand.

Tony was washing
all of Joey's cash.

From the clubs,
the girls, credit cards,
drugs, like, all of it.

That's a lot of
skim to skim.

What did Marks do?

Ugh. He drove to L.A.,

and accused Tony to his face
of ripping him off,

which, of course,
Tony denied.

Which is when
Nash and Veronica
figured the frame.

They overheard
the fight.

It's a smart play.
Right?

Tony gets whacked,
everyone assumes it's Joey
that puts him down.

And then you show up
at my place,

and you pull that gun
out of my toilet,

I'm thinkin',
"Fuck. This guy's
on Joey's payroll.

"He's gonna frame me
to take the fall."

Yeah, but what about
all the cash.

They ever recover it?

As far as I know,
it's still out there.

Hey, I gotta go.

They do not like me
hanging out in public

with suspicious looking
characters.

Hey. Luke.
Luke Goshen.

Good to meet you,
Luke Goshen.

So what's next for you?

They'll find
a spot for me.

Besides, now I got some
serious fuckin' bona fides

with that murder charge.

- With the Bratva?
- Yeah.

Fuckin'-A,
with those guys
you gotta bring it.

So you're a triple agent?
Russians, too?

It takes a big man
to do a big job, Bosch.

You.
I'll see you again.

What's up, baby?

Mom,
where have you been?

I had an
important meeting.

Are we still
going shopping?

Oh, right. God, I just
came up that hill.

I don't know how your father
lives up here.

I need clothes
for school.

Okay, we'll go.
But first, I want to
show you something.

Wow, this is amazing.

So they're
finally admitting
they were wrong

about what they
did to you?

Well, the important thing is
they're clearing my record.

Helps me get back to doing
what I was doing before.

Well, what about Reggie?

Well, he'll understand.
I'll explain it to him.

What about the casino?
You guys are a team.

He'll understand.
He wants me to be happy.

I know that, Mom,
but what is he gonna do
without you?

We'll figure it out.

Are you ready to go?

Jerry.

Where are we?

Ready to rock and roll.
Where have you been?

I met with Rykoff.

Cash we found in the Bentley
was a drop in the bucket.

Tony Allen was
robbing his cousin blind.

Veronica knew.
Nash, too.

That's our motive.

I get how Veronica
would know, but Nash?

Are they in cahoots?

They must be.

We just gotta prove it.

I can't see how you
make that jump.

My gut.

Yeah, Coniff or
Espinosa around?

Harry, you sure
you want to do that?

Told 'em we'd cooperate.

Yeah.

Yeah, meet us at
Nash's house in an hour.

We'll be there in 45.

No way.

Let's go.

How'd they beat us here?

We need to take
the master bedroom.

- We do?
- Yeah, we do.

- Why?
- Just trust me.

LAPD. Search warrant.
Open the door.

You're always good with
the bottom of your boot.

Have at it.

You guys hold the front.
We'll take the back.

Clear?

Clear.

Oh, shit.

Might need to drill this.

Careful.

Why, you think it's
booby trapped?

- Could be.
- Uh-uh.

You've been watching
too many cartel movies.

Uh-huh.
Look at that.

Clear.

Shit shoes.
Brother's not into
quality footwear.

Go outside and
start the photos.

Coniff and Espinosa
found a gun safe, empty.

We're too late.
He's in the wind.

Harry, what the fuck's
going on here?

What was supposed to
be here, partner?

Nash was casing Allen.

Yeah.

That's how he knew
about the money.

And Veronica
had him killed.

Photos would have
helped to prove this.

These are inadmissible.

No shit.

Who's this?

Irving.

- You did this with Irving?
- Yeah.

What the fuck, Harry?

What's he
got to do with this?

The cases are connected.

George was part of
Nash's crew.

They figured out
he was undercover.

And you guys were running
your own investigation.

- Yep.
- Shit, Harry.
What the fuck?

You should have told me.

I couldn't. Sorry.

Shit, I'm pissed.

I'm fuckin' pissed.

I'll get over it.

I'm counting on that.

So you were supposed to
legit find these photos,

and get everything
back on the up and up.

Photos would have
made the case.

You have to go
back to work?

Nope.

Thanks for
making dinner.

Kind of like old times.

It was passable.

Better than that.

So how's our girl?
She was a bit glum
at dinner.

She's okay.

She's just
missing her friends.

She's probably in there
Skyping now.

Oh, I know I can't
keep you here forever.

You gotta go home
sooner or later.

We do.

You still think
we might be in danger?

Probably not.

But I'd worry anyway.

As long as Reggie's away,
why not stay here?

We'll see.

I saw Griffin today.

Oh, yeah?
What'd he have to say?

They're taking the flag
off my record.

That's great.

And he gave me a
letter of recommendation,

signed by the
director himself.

As well they should.
Congrats.

You tell Maddie?

I showed her the letter.

Yeah?
What'd she say?

She's happy for me.

She's also
a little confused.

She's not really sure
what her mother's up to.

Her mother's
not really sure, either.

But I am really excited

for the first time
in a long time.

I want to thank you
for that.

Glad I could help.

Glad the Bureau
did right by you.

I saw Rykoff today.

He said they found
their agent.

Yeah, that's what
Griffin said.

Well, at least the family
will now have some closure.

What about Reggie?

Have you told him
about any of this?

We've been
exchanging emails.

Easier with
the time difference.

I didn't know you'd
been in contact.

He's coming back home
next week.

So I figured I'd wait and
tell him when he gets back.

I thought you already
arrested someone.

He wasn't the guy.
They let him go.

Do you have a suspect?

We're following
some leads.

We came up here
to talk to Carl Nash,

but he's not
at work today.

Why on earth would you
want to speak to him?

He's become
a person of interest
in this case.

I can't imagine why.

How well do you
know him?

To say hello to.

Not that you'd
know this,

but he's got quite
a checkered past.

Really?

He was forced to resign
from the LAPD.

Corruption,
brutality.

I had no idea.

He seems so harmless,
like a big teddy bear.

Hidden Highlands
should have run a better
background check.

They certainly
should have.

If you see him.

Oh, I have one,
thank you.

Right.
Give us a call.

We really need to
talk to him.

He may look harmless,
but believe me,

he has a very
violent history.

My God,
you think Carl Nash
killed my husband.

Put it this way.
He's high on our list.

Thank you
for the warning.

- You're welcome.
- Stay safe.

I will.

She doesn't strike me as
somebody who's gonna panic.

Works in our favor.

She won't risk
a digital trail.

She makes contact
with Nash,

she'll make it
in person.

And the stakeout,
how's that working?

Three shifts,
one way in, one way out.

We got it covered.

Love a gated community.

Yes, I'd like to
place an order for delivery.

And great.
How long will that take?

That's perfect.

You can charge it
to my account.

- Bosch.
- Kiesha Russell.

You have a minute,
Detective?

Not if it's about
my mother's murder.

It's about the case
against Luke Rykoff
getting kicked.

You always work
on Sundays?

Yeah, just like you,
Detective.

Rykoff was released because
the warrant was bad.

Even though
Las Vegas Metro

found the murder weapon
in his home?

Gun was excluded.
I've got work to do.

Annette called me again.

- Annette?
- I gave you her number.

I've been busy.

Your mother
told her a story

a few days
before she died.

Go ahead.

She'd been to visit you
at the youth home.

She was upset because

someone had stolen
the red sneakers
she'd given you,

and that the thief
had beaten you badly
and you'd been blamed.

True story,
Detective?

I got detention
for fighting.

She told Annette that
it broke her heart to
see you like that.

And that she was
more determined than ever
to bring you home,

but that before
she could do that--

Have a good day,
Miss Russell.

You're kidding me.

Connie.

You need to call
before you come over.

You changed the locks.

Help you?

Delivery for
a V. Allen.

Mrs. Allen.
Are you expecting
a delivery?

Go on up.

Look alive, partner.

Court services alert.

What is it?

The judge from
the Allen probate case

just issued letters
of administration
to Veronica.

Is that what she's
been waiting for?

They give her authority
to inventory

all of Tony Allen's
bank accounts.

Six different banks.

Addresses?

Names, addresses,
the whole magilla.

Give me the addresses.

Just the addresses?

Yeah, go.

- 864--
- Next one.

You don't even want
the street?

No, just the numbers.

- 225.
- Next one.

- 160.
- That's it.

- That's what?
- That's where the money is.

The addresses match.
What's the street?

160 San Fernando Rd.,
Sylmar.

First National
Pacific Bank.

Tony had a
safe deposit box here.

It's gonna be
a big ass one

- to hold 4 million bucks.
- Yeah.

Does it say if
Veronica Allen

was in court
for the proceeding?

Just a digital notice.
It doesn't say who was there.

When did that happen?

An hour ago
this morning.

Fuck.
Let's check it out.

Veronica Allen.
Is she home?

Yes, sir.
Hasn't left.

We need to speak to her.
Please call her.

No answer.

Give me the clipboard.

Fuck! She got
a delivery last night.

Pull up her driveway
on the screen.

- We're not allowed to--
- This is a homicide
investigation.

Do you understand?
Do it now.

Run it back to
the delivery last night, 8:10.

Okay.

Oh, man.

She's pulling
a number on him.

One of those is
a lot lighter
than the other.

Son of a bitch,
she's gone.

She's here.

Yeah, we got her.

Thanks.

- Bosch.
- Bosch, we have a problem.

Chief, I can't
talk right now.

- O'Grady slipped her tail.
- When?

Last night.
Where are you?

Heading to a bank
in Sylmar.

We think Veronica Allen
may be collecting that
pot of gold,

hopefully
lead us to Nash.

- Well, let me know
what happens.
-I will.

Veronica
may have company.

- Who?
- Nash and his crew.

So Veronica and Nash.
They working together
or against each other?

We'll find out.

Mrs. Allen,

the locksmith
your attorney arranged for

is right here,

and it should only take
a few minutes

- to get that box open.
- Thank you.

Have Wash bring
the car around. Now.

Okay, look sharp.
We got a bogey.

Yeah, who is he?

Vegas, one of
Marks' crew.

Fuck.

May I help you?

Yeah. How do I
open an account?

I just need you to start by
filling out a few documents.

All right.

I'll be right outside,

so just let me know
when you're finished,

and I'll put
the box away.

Thank you.
That's very kind.

Whoa, what happened?
Someone break the safe?

Oh, no,
we just had to drill
a safe deposit box.

Probate proceeding.

Now, what type of account
would you like to open?

You know what?

I forgot
my fuckin' wallet.

I'm gonna have to
do this next time.

I didn't see her inside.

And someone just drilled out
a box inside the vault.

They said it's
probate stuff.

It's her.
We wait.

All right.

So what's the plan now?
We bail?

Fuck that.
This is our go money.

We're not leaving it.

You have badges,
they don't.

We play this out.

Roger that.

Go.

You know what?
You want it, take it.

Mr. Marks wants
a word with you.

Yeah, well,
I don't want
a word with him.

Don't think of
running, lady.

I'll take you down.

Madam.

Please get in the car.

Veronica.

Please.

I'm not going to
hurt you.

I just want to talk.

Let's work this out
together.

There's nothing
to talk about.

The suitcase is yours.
Take it.

Get in the car.

Shit. Go now!
Go, go, go!

Police!
On the ground!

Everybody on the ground!

Get down now!
Everybody down!

This is a rip off.
They work with Nash.

They killed Tony.

Fuck you!

Put down the weapon,
nobody gets hurt.

Put it the fuck down!

You want it
come take it.

Billy! Don't.

O'Grady,
get in there now! Go!

Holy shit, that's them.
That's Marks' crew.

How'd they know
about this?

Same way we did.

Call back up.

Six-William-23,
2-11 in progress

in the parking lot of
First National Pacific
Bank Plaza,

160 San Fernando Rd.
Suspect is armed and
dangerous.

Possible
hostage situation.

It's Detective Edgar,
sir.

Go faster.

Last chance!

We don't give a shit
about her.

You want to live,
put the weapon down.

Get down!

Get down!

Up!

Up!

Ahh!

What the fuck?

You bitch.

Stand up!

Oh!

Get back!
You stay back!

Get down! Get the fuck down.
Get down.

Stay back!

- Stop the van.
Stop the van!

Slide over.
Slide over.

Slide over,
slide over,

slide over, slide over,
slide over now!

- Open the door,
open the door.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Open the door.
Slide over.

Six-William-23,
187 suspect fleeing
westbound,

- San Fernando Rd.
- Fuck! Fuck!

Suspect possibly wounded
in OIS.

Has a hostage and he's
armed and dangerous.

Got a live one here.

Get up.

I'm a cop,
goddammit.

You were a cop.

Now you're fuckin'
under arrest.

Get her an R.A.

Are you hurt?

No.

What the fuck
are you doing?

Call it
protective custody.

Officer, take her back
to the station,

put her in a room.

You can't do this.
I didn't do anything wrong.

I'm the victim here.

Where's the money?

Give me them napkins.
Give me some--

On the floor there,
hand me those napkins.

That's right.

Oh, God.

Give me some more,
give me some more.

Ohh.

Jesus Christ, Bosch.

What the fuck happened?