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You're not working today,
are you?

I thought you were gonna
spend time with Maddie
before we leave.

Oh, I just gotta go see
someone about a case.

Shouldn't take long.
I'll be back before
she wakes up.

I got a call from
a woman a few days ago.

Said she knew my mother,
knows who killed her.

Think she does?

Probably just another dead end
like all the others,

and I'll put it away again
till next time.

You've been looking
at that book since I met you.

Yeah.

I'll be back in time
to take you guys for lunch.

Maybe we can stop at the beach
on the way to the airport.

Maddie'd like that.

* I can't let go

* I feel

I moved back to L.A.
a few years ago

after my husband passed.

I was born here.
I wanted to die here.

I had no idea you'd grown up
to be a detective

till I saw your name
in the paper--

- yours and Marjorie's.
- That case had nothing
to do with my mother.

It was just a lawyer dragging
her name through the mud,

trying to get to me.

You said you know
who killed her.

Yes, I do.

I think I do, at least.

We were good friends,
your mother and I.

I babysat you many a day,
many nights.

Tell me about the night
she was killed.

We were careful.

We had our regulars,

and we took referrals,
I guess you'd say.

That night, I had more dates
than I could handle,

and I gave one of my regulars
to Marjorie.

Who was he?

He called himself Mitch.
It's the only name
I never knew him by.

What did he look like?

Big, tall, surfer.

Broad shoulders.

He had that look--

tan, sun-streaked hair.

- Did he ever hurt you?
- He could be a little rough.

He liked to show you
that he was in control.

Did he choke you?

He put his hands
on my throat a few times.

- Nothing more than that.
- Did you warn her?

Did you tell her
what he was like?

I did. I told her
he liked it rough.

How could I know what
he was gonna do that night?

Where did you send her
to meet this Mitch?

City Center Hotel downtown.

Room 7.

I remember that,
because Marjorie said

it was her lucky number.

And you didn't go
to the police after
they found her?

We didn't go
to the police.

We didn't talk to the police.
We couldn't trust them.

So you did nothing.

When they found Marjorie,
I was so scared, I left town.

At Union Station,
I made an anonymous
call to the police.

I talked to a detective.
I told him about Mitch.

Then I got on a train,
and I left.

I left the town,
I left the life.

What about the detective?
Do you remember his name?

No, I don't.

I got it from the newspaper.

It said he was
the one in charge.

Was it Caffrey?
John Caffrey?

I don't know.

I'm sorry,
I don't remember.

And you thought
that would do it?

An anonymous call
on your way out of town?

That's all she was worth?

Your close friend.

Look, I thought
you would want to know this.

I'm dying.
It was now or never.

But you had to wait
until you were dying
to tell me.

Harry...

Thank you for telling me
at last.

Turned off.

- Want some of this?
- No, thanks.

Forget it, Mom.
I've already tried
to convert him.

Come on, it's really good.

They start making
rocky road gelato,

I'll give up ice cream.

How'd your interview go
this morning?

Something to follow up on.
We'll see.

Not getting my hopes up.

Can you push me on the swing?
My dad's busy.

- Is it okay?
- Sure.

- I'm Maddie.
- I'm Cora.

Look at you.

Even out here, you feel
like you need to protect her.

- She's my little girl.
- She's not so little anymore.

She'll always be my baby.
I worry about her.

- And you.
- I'm gonna be okay.

I was worried about you
before all this happened.

I know you are.

Harry, my world is
upside down right now.

I don't know about work,

my marriage,

anything in my future.

Reggie and I, we've...

moved into that space.

Now what?

Couples take each other
for granted.

Don't really talk anymore.

You know, where we were
right before it was over.

Well, that was my fault.
I blew it.

We both did.

I just don't wanna make
the same mistakes I did before.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it
to sound like that.

It's okay.
I get it.

Hey, guys.
Group hug?

Maddie sandwich.

I'm really gonna miss you,
Dad.

Miss you, too.

Need a room?

LAPD.

I'm working a cold-case
homicide from '79.

How far back do your
registration records go?

We got records that go back
to the day this place opened

back in '53.

So a cold-case homicide, huh?

We didn't have
any murders here in '79.

I'd remember.
I was here.

Had a couple in '80,
but nothing in '79.

Her body wasn't found here.
She might have been here
the night she was killed.

You said you remember
those murders in '80?

Oh, you always remember
the murders.

Both women.

One got stabbed.
The other got
her head bashed in.

Blunt force trauma,
I think you call it.

They ever get solved?

Nothing ever
gets solved here.

The registries are in the back
in the cabinets,

and they ain't in order,

and there are a few pages
missing here and there.

Ah, knock yourself out.
I've got to get back
up to the counter.

Gotta make sure my preverts
have a place to comingle
for the night.

- Yeah, no problem.
- Okay.

Mitch.

You find what
you're looking for?

Mind if I borrow this?

If you promise
to bring it back.

You said you remember
the murders.

Do you remember a customer
named Fox Mitchell?

No, I don't remember him.

Is there anyone
in Room 7 tonight?

Seven?
No, seven is open.

I need to see it.

Not like it was
back then.

I know.

I am glad you found time
to meet me.

- I know you're
incredibly busy.
- What can I do for you?

I need to know
where we stand, Irv.

You made a promise,
a commitment to my candidacy.

But you have to know
there will be consequences

should anything change.

Are you talking about
your grand jury?

We're ready to issue
its findings.

So issue them.

The fallout will be intense

for LAPD and you personally.

Let me make something clear
to you, Mr. District Attorney.

I agreed to accept the position
of interim chief of police

to honor my son

and help lead the department
out of this current crisis.

But I will not be accepting
the job permanently,

no matter who wins
the election.

You're just gonna walk away?

That's what interim means.

And the Waits video?

They have it.

- Who has it?
- Them.

- You didn't.
- Yes, I did.

I think your grand jury
should have all the facts

if they want to sit
in judgment.

They should know who ordered
Raynard Waits' cuffs removed.

They should know
who ordered that field trip.

They should know
who was really responsible.

You son of a bitch,
fuck you.

Bosch.

So I happened to be doing
my appointed rounds
in the bullpen earlier.

I couldn't help but notice
a delivery on your desk
from archives.

Two open cases from 1980?

Good. That was quick.

What was quick?
What are you doing?

I ordered two unsolveds
from archives.

- Your mother's case,
that was 1979, right?
- It was.

I'm looking into
the possibility

these other two cases
were connected.

Unless I missed a memo,
you and Edgar were assigned
to the Nash task force.

Where are you going
with this?

For now, we're just
pushing paper, for RHD,

tracing guns,
waiting for Nash
to raise his head.

- What about Veronica Allen?
- She gets arraigned tomorrow.

Edgar's putting together
the first discovery package.

It's all well in hand.

So meantime,
over the weekend,

I got a call
on my mother's case.

I spoke to a witness,
gave me a new lead.

- You got a call?
- I got a call.

Harry, these cases
are 35 years old.

It doesn't matter.
Forget our victims?
What's that say about us?

I know, I know,

but we have a dedicated
cold case unit downtown.

Maybe, but they're not
working these cases.

And you know how it goes
down there.

They pull a case, look for DNA
and fingerprints to run.

If there's no magic bullet,
the case goes right back to
archives.

So there was no DNA
or fingerprint evidence
in these cases.

- None.
- All right.
So what's the connection?

Why'd you pull them?

The connection is
the City Center Hotel.

A friend of my mother's
contacted me,

told me my mother went there
the night she was murdered.

- This is new information.
- Okay.

I looked at
the murder journals
downtown in RHD,

and there were entries
on two other cases

associated with that place.

A woman was murdered there

seven months after
my mother's death.

Another one was found
wrapped in a bedspread

in an alley off Selma
six month after that.

The bedspread came
from the City Center Hotel.

- And the cause of death
was the same in all three?
- The guy was smart.

Different M.O.s,
different races
on the victims.

The only connection
is the hotel and that
they were prostitutes.

Harry, this is
the longest of longshots.

Exactly why I pulled
the files--

to dig in and see.

Maybe we should loosen
his shackles.

Bosch, just do it.

How the fuck did the Times
get this?

Forget it, pal.
Come on.

Barrel, when are you getting
that knee looked after?

- September.
- Till then, he's got
the gag walk.

What do you think it means?

Above my pay grade.
Can't say I'm sorry
that it got out.

I think O'Shea's run for mayor
just took a tumble.

Yeah, huh?

Okay, I'm almost done
for the day.

I'll be there
in about an hour.

Tell your brother
to have his shoes on

and to be ready.

Okay, so we collected
a total of six weapons
at the bank plaza

and 68 shell casings.

Two groups--
the Nash crew
and the Marks crew.

What I'm focused on
as a priority is the Nash crew.

Four weapons collected here,
here, here, and here--

this being where the
submachine gun was recovered.

And what do you have so far?

Four different weapons,
one thing in common--

obliterated serial numbers,

most likely with
a metal sander,

which still gives us
a halfway decent shot

to restore
the numbers with acid,

but it takes time.

We don't have time, Lester.

You can't force science.

The acids we use
to restore serial numbers

take a few days minimum
to do their magic.

But call me tomorrow.
Maybe I'll have something.

Anything on the ammo
I should know?

Well, we could pretty much
match each weapon

to the casings by caliber
and location.

Everyone on Nash's crew
was shooting reloads.

- All four weapons?
- Correct.

Nash is a firearms dealer.

Makes sense he might
recycle his brass.

Did you find
a reloader at his house?

No, we did not.

Are you sure that coin
you flipped came up heads?

Come in!

- It's you again.
- Yeah, it's me.

Curry brand, my favorite.

Fox Mitchell.

Mr. Right To The Point, huh?
What was the name?

You heard me--
Fox Mitchell.

Um, his name
in the murder book?

- No.
- Well, then
there's your answer.

If it's not in the book,
it's not part of the case.

Except you got
an anonymous call
about him from a woman

after they found
my mother murdered.

She gave you the hotel name,

room number
where she was killed.

Does that ring a bell now,
Detective Caffrey?

Can't say it does.

And how do you know
I got the call?

Could have been my partner,
could have been anybody.

She said she called
the detective named
in the newspaper.

You were the point man
in the media,

your name in every story.

The City Center Hotel,
Room 7.

That's where she was killed
before he dumped her body.

You knew.
You were told.

Don't tell me what I fuckin'
knew or what I was told.

If it's not in the book,
it's not in the case.

End of story.

I'm gonna go out and smoke
one of these cupcakes,

and you're gonna get
the fuck out of here.

All these years,
I've been coming to you,

asking about her case,
listening to your bullshit.

But I know now, Caffrey.

I know you took a dive.

Don't you bring
that shit in here.

Don't you fucking dare.

I cleared 36 murder cases
in my time, you little shit,

so don't you come in here

playing junior detective
on my time.

Who was Fox Mitchell?

- I'm telling you to get--
- No, I'm telling you.

She went to him.

That night, she went to him,
and you knew.

You were told.

Who was Fox Mitchell?
Who was he?

Fox Mitchell was
an alias, okay?

- He was a snitch.
- A snitch for who?

Major Narcotics.

And you were told
to lay off him.

I got the message.
Yeah, loud and clear.

He was a prized
and productive informant.

Big arrests, big seizures,
cocaine.

They wanted to keep him
in place.

You didn't even talk
to him off book?

I did the right thing.
I asked narcotics

to make him available
for questioning.

That request was denied.

So you just laid down on it.

- I had no choice.
- Fuck that, no choice.

And what about his real name?
Did you ever get it?

The assholes
wouldn't give it to me.

And what about Josephine Ford
and Cindy Black?

- Who the fuck are they?
- Murder victims like my mother.

- Never heard of them.
- Of course not.

You were too busy
looking the other way.

Bosch, don't be
so fucking judgmental.

You know the department,
you know how it works.

You get told to steer clear
of something,

you steer clear,
or you get fucking rolled.

And how was I supposed
to know for sure

that this guy
was even the killer?

She got killed.

And who gets her case?

You.

My mother got you.

She never had a chance.

Defendant Allen, up.

Attorney conference, now.

He went berserk,

yelling and screaming.

He picked up a pair
of scissors.

So I-- I...

grabbed the closest thing
I could put my hands on

to defend myself.

And then he lunged at me,
and I--

I hit him.

- With the trophy?
- Yes.

And how many times
did you hit him?

Once or twice I don't--
I don't really remember.

I was terrified.
I thought he was gonna kill me.

- You feared for your life.
- I did.

So is that enough?

I can work with this.

We'll dig deep
into Father Tabakian,

find out all about him,

all his secrets.

Right now, he's the victim.

By the time we get to trial,
you will be.

Yeah.

Detective Bosch.

Ms. Chandler.

- Didn't I say our paths
would cross again?
- Yes, you did.

'Cause according to you,
I'm the kind of guy

who can't stop stepping
on his own dick.

And once again,
you've proven me right.

You're defending
Veronica Allen?

She called, I accepted.

Thought it was time
to blow the dust off
my criminal court skills.

High-profile case like this,
maximum media, perfect.

Win or lose, can't bill
the city for this one.

From what I hear,
the lady's near broke.

I'm not too worried
about it.

I think she can scrape
something together.

Anyway, it's not
about the money.

It's the challenge.

And honestly, when I heard
your name, catnip.

You two are made
for each other.

I couldn't
agree with you more.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.
Not guilty.

We're talking about ignoring
exculpatory evidence.

The detective in this case
has a history of misconduct.

I proved that
several months ago
in the civil court,

and I fully expect
to prove it again.

- And so it begins.
- It never ended.

Yeah.

- What can I do for you?
- Thanks for the time.

- I work Hollywood homicide--
- I know who you are.

Here.

So I'm working a case,
cold case,

a string of murders,
late '70s, early '80s.

A name keeps coming up
as a possible witness.

It turns out the name's
an alias for a C.I.

who was working for Majors.

This guy was on
keep-away status back then.

We're looking at nearly
40 years gone by,

so I'm thinking
the C.I.'s probably
not making cases anymore.

And you want the name?

It's gotta be in one of
these snitch boxes, right?

It doesn't matter
how many years ago it was.

You need command staff approval
to access the C.I. files.

You have that?

What I got is a woman
who was strangled and left
in a Dumpster,

another one stabbed,
and a third one beaten to death,

and nobody gave a shit
about it back then,

because the one guy who might
know something about it

was making cases
for Major Narcotics.

When I was a boot,
my T.O. wrote me up
three times for bullshit.

He was one of those guys
took great joy

in bending people over.

- I've known a few of those.
- Complete asshole.

Which, of course, meant
he rose through the ranks,

wormed his way up to captain.

Then I heard last year,

a detective
in Hollywood division

threw his ass through
a plate glass window,

right in the fuckin'
watch office.

That really made my day.

We have a major operation
going tonight.

I got here early
to plan it out.

It's gonna be a long one,
and I need to start
stacking caffeine.

You want something
from the break room?

I'll probably brew a fresh pot.
It'll take a while.

Uh, thanks.
I take it black.

Okay. Back in a bit.

God damn you.

Hey, partner.
Where you been?

Downtown. What's up?

I think I've got something
here that we should
take a look at.

- Run it.
- Firearms pulled numbers
on the weapons

Nash and his crew
were using at the bank.

Only partials
on two of them,

but full serials
on the other two--

Nash's SIG MPX

and O'Grady's Beretta.

- You run them through ATF?
- And here's the thing.

Both weapons
were originally bought

by Nash under his federal
firearms license.

- Bought legit.
- Completely legit.

And they were sold completely
legit to a second party--

a hunting preserve
and gun range
up in Canyon Country.

- Okay.
- According to ATF,

but weapons were reportedly
stolen last year

during a burglary
up at the hunting preserve.

They were among several guns
reported stolen.

So they were stolen,
but then they end up back

in the possession
of the original dealer
and somebody on his crew?

Sounds like a big coincidence,
doesn't it?

What's that word you like?
Cahoots? That's what this is.

Exactly. I mean,
Nash sells guns to this place,

then he steals them back,

takes off the serial number
and gives them to his crew.

I mean, the original buyer,

he's probably collecting
insurance on the whole deal.

- That's like
laundering weapons.
- And something else.

All of the ammo
that was used out there

at the bank from
these weapons?
Reloads.

I mean, every gun range
I've been to

has a reloader
or sells recycled ammo.

So we better go up there
and talk to this guy,

maybe get a line on Nash.

I mean,
that would be the plan.

Except for this.

Donald Boehner?

Died eight months ago,
natural causes.

I called up there
at the gun camp.

A recording came on,
said they're no longer
open for business.

- We check it out anyway.
- Yeah.

- Chain's been cut.
- Probable cause.

Works for me.

Pull it over here.

We'll go the rest on foot.

I'm gonna grab the tube.

Back up?

Let's wait and see
what we got.

- Bosch!
- I'm good!

I ain't coming out here
vertical!

You know that,
don't you, Bosch?

That's up to you, Nash!
Doesn't have to be that way!

What's the fuckin'
point?

Trial? Prison?
Fuck that!

You'd rather die here?

Oh, you wanna make
a deal, Harry?

I can give you Veronica!

Yeah! Pictures!

Tapes!
I got it all right in here!

I'll tie it up
in a nice little bow for you!

Or I can light it on fire
while we're waiting for SWAT!

There's always
a deal to be made, Nash!
Put your weapons down!

That's where we start!

Bullshit!

It starts when you get
a D.A. out here

and put it in writing!

SWAT comes, you go out
of here in a fuckin' bag!

I put my gun down!
You put your gun down!

Bullshit!
You know how this works!

Bosch!

Shit.

This guy's gone.

Cuff him anyway.

Where are you going?

- Evidence on Veronica.
- No, no, no, Harry, come on.

Forget it.
She's not worth it.
Come on.

So I just got off
the phone with RHD.

You are technically
still on their books,

but they can handle the mop up
on the case from here.

So after your appointments
with Behavioral,

I am prescribing some
downtime for you both.

- Stay home a few days.
- Thanks, Lieutenant.

But next Monday,
you're back in rotation.

- Got that, Harry?
- Yeah, got it.

Harry, you on
vacation already?

You zoned out there.

Just thinking about the one
loose end in this whole thing.

- Layla?
- Yeah.

I wonder where she is
with all that money.

Grazie.

- Bosch.
- Sorry, Chief.
I don't want to intrude.

I just wanted to watch this.

The unveiling won't be
till next Sunday.

- I can come back.
- That's not necessary.

- I've done worse.
- Excuse me?

That's what you said to me
first day in your hotel room.

"I've done worse."

What are we talking about,
Bosch?

- Arno Epperson.
- Who?

Arno Epperson,
also known as Fox Mitchell.

Those are names
I haven't heard in a long time.

I found your photo
in his snitch file.

We won't go into how
you came to have that file.

- What about him?
- I want to know where he is.

- I wouldn't know.
- But you know who he is.

I worked with him
on some major cases
when I was in Narcotics.

21 tons of coke
in a warehouse in '92.

That had to have given
you a step or two

up the department ladder.

We used a lot of informants.

That's how you make cases
in that world.

What are you
looking at him for?

The murder of Marjorie Lowe,
my mother.

Jesus.

You tied Epperson
to your mother's murder?

No, he did it.
And this department,

the D.A.'s office
protected him afterward.

Put him in
the relocation program.

There may have been
other victims as well,

besides my mother.

Informants have always
necessitated looking away
at times--

the greater good
rationalizations.

But if he did something
like that, I was certainly
unaware of it.

Somebody was,
but he was too important
to their investigation

to take a fall for a few
murdered prostitutes.

He got a free pass.

Hard to believe.

You know, a week ago,
you told me the murderer
of a cop.

Your son was about
to be swept under the rug.

You didn't find that
hard to believe.

I don't have access
to relocation files,
but you do.

You're the Chief of Police.

I'll see what I can find out.

- I'll call you.
- When?

Soon.

- What's up, man?
- Looking for Big Wave Dave.

- He around?
- Dave?

Uh, no,
he's not here anymore.

Really?
He said he'd be here.

- Impossible.
- How's that?

He's been dead a while now.

Yeah, he got cancer.

- When?
- About two years ago.

Felt funny.
Went in for a checkup.

Five weeks later,
he was dead.

Took him fast.

- Were you a friend of his?
- No.

- You go to the funeral?
- Yeah, I went. Why?

- This him?
- Yeah, Dave Aronson.

You won, didn't you?

Got away with it.

* Wish I were with you

* But I couldn't stay

* Pray for tomorrow

* But for today

* All

* I want

* Is to be home

* Stand in the mirror

* You look the same

* Just lookin' for shelter

* From the cold and the pain

* Someone to cover

* Safe from the rain

* And all

* I want

* Is to be home

* Echoes and silence

* Patience and grace

* All of these moments

* I'll never replace

* Fear of my heart

* Absence of faith

* And all

* I want

* Is to be home