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Previously on Bosch: Legacy.

What brings you out?

What's the word in Wasco?

They ain't tied Dockweiler to nobody.

- Not a motherfucking sound, bitch. - Whoa.

Wallets, watches, phones. Now.

- What were they driving? - Uh, light blue SUV.

I know how the system works, and I know what needs to be done to fix it,

and with your help it can be fixed.

Honey Chandler's people are requesting extra security for an upcoming event.

Send this to Hollenbeck. Their division, their problem.

He's been at multiple Chandler for DA events over the last two months.

He's stalking me, Harry.

- See any Hollenbeck units here? - Uh, no-show.

Take her to the dressing room.

- What the fuck is going on? - Go!

Put the rumors to rest, Detective.

Which rumors are those exactly?

That Harry Bosch conspired with Preston Borders to murder Dockweiler.

The only calls Borders made with his prison burner

went to another burner in Los Angeles in the Hollywood Hills above Sunset Plaza.

Who do we know lives in that neighborhood?

Harry Bosch.

On behalf of the president of the United States,

the United States Army and a grateful nation,

please accept this flag for your loved one's faithful and honorable service.

Hey, Mads.

- What are you doing here? - Just wanted to pay my respects.

I appreciate that.

Did you serve together?

Afghanistan.

Hieronymus Bosch.

Gurbizs. Shit, man. It's been a minute.

It's been a few. Get in here. Come on.

Oh.

- Is this your daughter? - Yep.

Madeline Bosch.

- I hear you're LAPD. - You heard right.

- You coming to the reception? - You know me. I don't think so.

What? You gotta go play shuffleboard?

Bring Officer Bosch here. We'll crush a few cans. Come on.

For Josh.

We owe him that much.

That we do.

I don't know why you're telling her these stories.

'Cause I'm gonna hear about it.

One day, we are up in Tora Bora, and we are lobbing mortars at the Taliban.

They're lobbing right back, and one lands right between us.

- Holy shit. - It was a dud.

Thank fucking Christ.

Well, a dumbass forgot to arm the fuse.

- Yeah. - What did you do?

Change our drawers.

- Hey. Uno mas? - I got it.

- You want another cranberry juice, Mads? - I-I'm good.

Master Sergeant Bosch.

Call sign Silver Wolf.

Are we boring you?

'Cause, I mean, we're just a couple of old farts going on and on

about our time in the Special Force,

- and I would just sh... - No. No, no, not at all.

Not at all. He never talks about his time in the service.

I mean, a lot of vets don't. You know?

I-I just... I wanna know what you guys went through.

What my dad went through.

So one time, we were in a, uh... a caravan of Humvees, and we hit an IED.

Killed one outright. Took Stephen Sparks's leg off at the knee.

Mmm. He survive?

- No, he died in the medevac. - Oh, God.

And we were... We were hot.

We cajoled some friendlies into some intel on where the local Taliban bomb maker

- was plying his trade and, uh... - Where?

In a cave along with an entire cache of explosives.

And now we interrogate him. He doesn't talk.

Your father dragged that dirtbag back in the cave,

and 10 minutes later, he came back out. Alone.

W... With the confession?

Yeah.

Then he blew up the cave.

With the guy inside.

After that, we would run through a brick wall for Harry Bosch.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪

- Hello. - Mr. Bosch?

That's me. Can I help you?

I hope so. I'm looking for a private detective.

You're in the right place. Please.

- After you. - Thank you.

Uh, my name's Siobhan Murphy.

S-I-O-B-H-A-N.

Thank you.

I think I can spell Murphy.

Sorry. Go ahead.

My family's missing.

My daughter, son-in-law, my two grandkids.

They vanished a month ago.

Not a trace. As if... As if the earth swallowed them up.

Are they tourists or locals?

No, they live in the Valley. Northridge.

You know when they were last seen?

The police said that there was a sighting...

Possible sighting on the Mexican border around the time they disappeared.

Any idea why they'd be going to Mexico?

None. None that I know of, no.

What's your son-in-law's name?

Uh, Stephen Gallagher.

My daughter is Kathleen. And the kids, Kerry is seven and Luke, eight.

What's the status of the case?

The police have come up empty-handed.

They back-burnered the whole thing.

Will you look into it, Mr. Bosch?

I'm all the way over from Dublin. And...

How did you, uh...

Mind me asking how did you happen to come to me?

A friend of yours, um, gave me your number.

That's his card.

- Beto Orestes. - Mmm.

How do you know a sheriff's deputy up in Ventura County?

I called up there to ask the sheriff to check on their cabin.

So they own a second home?

Mm-hmm. They were on their way there for the long weekend.

Beto find anything?

No, the cabin was all closed up tight as a drum.

No sign of them anywhere.

A family of four vanishes into thin air.

That's, uh, unusual.

Will you take the case?

Let me reach out to the missing persons detective who's handling the case,

and I'll get back to you.

- When? - Tomorrow.

Promise. Where are you staying?

At the house. Um, for when they get back.

Um.

Some photos

so you get a sense of them as people.

My number's in there as well, and, um, I can email you some video.

Thank you.

- Take care. - You as well.

Harry Bosch tried to kill Kurt Dockweiler.

That's the long and the short of it.

Bosch tried to kill him?

When he was in custody at Hollywood Station,

Bosch was given free rein in an interview room,

and he almost put my client's eye out with a fucking pen.

And if his old partner hadn't stepped in, Bosch would have killed him.

Jerry Edgar stopped it?

I gave notification to the LAPD.

Nothing came of it just like nothing's gonna come of this.

Well, those rooms are monitored. There'd be video evidence somewhere.

The department claims there is no video.

Camera was off.

That's convenient.

Isn't it?

A guy kidnaps a police officer,

and they place him in an interview room all by himself,

and the camera's off.

Please.

That studio exec that just got killed? Stabbed to death while walking his dog.

City of drugged-out zombies.

Crime and public safety is my number one issue.

And what are we doing about the cops?

They've been sulking around for three years now.

Police reform is another of my top priorities.

Oh, I'm sorry. Would you excuse me?

Oh, I'd like to lock him up.

As long as he writes a check first.

Jen, you gotta find me a whale.

I've been fishing for one since you hired me.

All right, well, keep at it.

Now is the time.

You said it yourself, suddenly everybody's talking about me.

- Neck and neck? - According to our latest polls.

All it took was an ex-cop trying to kill me.

That is so not funny.

It's a little bit funny.

I'm getting another bottle.

Can I interest anyone in my special homemade peanut butter cookies?

Oh, I will never turn down a cookie.

Oh, wait till you're my age. It's about discipline.

- Yeah, I'll have two. - That's what I thought.

It's nice seeing you two together.

Well, it's really nice having her here.

And you. Thank you so much for coming by.

I just wanted to see how you were doing.

I'm fine, thanks to you and Harry.

How's he holding up?

I-I wouldn't know.

Are you guys not talking?

I j... I just heard a... a story about him from one of his guys.

About his time in Afghanistan.

It's pretty grisly.

It was war.

War crime, more like.

I don't know. It just got me wondering

what other secrets does he have?

I'm sure he has a lot of secrets,

and I'm sure he has excellent reasons for not burdening you with them.

It's not my business. But if I were you, I would try not to judge him too harshly.

- Check, please. - Of course.

Yeah, it's nice.

Let's go.

What's wrong?

Two Five-Os just parked down the street.

So? You just wait them out.

- We should leave. - You for real?

Nestor, we gotta be smart when we move.

- Cops start figuring out patterns, MOs. - Yo, police don't know shit.

Because we haven't given them shit, and we're not starting now.

You're overthinking it.

Babe, I don't know. Maybe we should hang a little.

Baby,

drive.

Another night empty-handed.

Don't fucking speed.

- How you wanna go at this? - You hang back, I'll handle it.

Listen and learn, youngblood.

Hey, Jimmy. What brings you to these parts?

Uh, we were out doing some follow-ups. Wanted to run something by you.

Yeah, let's, uh, grab a cup. You can fill me in.

I was thinking somewhere more private.

Should I call my rep?

You got something to hide?

Well, I know better than to answer that.

We're looking into Kurt Dockweiler's death up at Wasco.

How can I help bury that scum a second time?

We heard Dockweiler was assaulted when he was in custody here.

- By who? - Harry Bosch.

Who the hell said that?

Dockweiler's attorney, James Rafferty.

Well, there you go. Typical defense attorney lip flap.

According to Rafferty,

Bosch went to put his eye out with a pen right here in this room.

Might have killed him too if J. Edgar hadn't pulled him off.

That... That's quite a story.

And from a PD no less. And, uh, it's total non compos mentis.

If a detective had Dockweiler placed in here,

the watch commander would have turned on the video.

The watch commander. That would be you.

Rafferty made a complaint to IA.

There was no audio or video of the incident.

Y-You're free to check the log.

What if I check the mainframe?

Oh. You... You don't take my word?

You know, Mike, I walk in here,

ask you about Bosch assaulting Dockweiler, and you still haven't denied it happened.

- Is that a question? - Why don't you cut the shit?

You deleted that video. I can see it in your face.

But hey, bet you kept the copies to cover your ass.

Hey, honey, are you picking flowers?

Yeah.

Are those for me...

...or are they for Daddy?

Maybe.

I am not contributing to your campaign.

I would never ask.

There is something else you could help me with.

My office reported my concerns about Sheehan to LAPD.

I don't think they took it seriously.

I'm shocked. Shocked.

I want you to prove that I was treated differently.

I'll take it from there.

Yeah, I-I'm working a case.

Jesus, Harry, I'm not asking you to drop everything.

Okay, I'll look into it when I have time. Anything else?

No, that's it for now.

I'll be in touch.

Kerry-berry, get up here.

Come here. You got it?

- Good job. How are ya? - Good.

- You gonna help me dig? - Yeah.

We're gonna dig a big old hole out here and then put the water...

And drain this water right back out of there.

- That'd be great, wouldn't it? - Yeah.

Yeah? Where's your brother at?

You're wasting your time.

I already said I'm not talking until I speak to my law...

- Harry Bosch. - Where is she?

I saw you at my house.

How you made entry, cleared the rooms like you were still a detective.

But you had no idea I was right behind you.

But I found you now, shitbird.

I'm the only one who knows where she is.

If you kill me, you'll never find her.

Help! Help! This guy's fucking crazy!

You listen to me, motherfucker.

You got two eyes, two chances to tell me the truth. Now where is my daughter?

Fuck you!

- Harry. Harry, let him go. Harry. - Don't!

Harry, you don't wanna do this.

But I do.

Harry, think about her.

Give me my lawyer!

Found the car in a shopping mall parking lot

walking distance from the border.

Phone pings from Tijuana the first day.

Possible sighting next day. Since then, nothing.

Can you put me in touch with the detective in Mexico?

Sure.

Uh, those scratches can come from luggage, beach chairs, furniture. Who knows?

Crims find anything?

No. No foreign DNA or identifiable prints.

No signs of foul play.

- Keys in the car? - Glove compartment.

Credit cards? ATMs?

Bank accounts cleaned out. No credit card activity.

Working theory?

It's just what it looks like. Family fled to Mexico.

Why would they do that?

Well, we interviewed his business partner, bookkeeper. The business was in trouble.

What kind of business?

Construction. Gallagher might have been embezzling. He was overextended.

I didn't get into the weeds with his financials,

but it looked like he set up a ghost company.

He's helping himself to the till.

So he split when he felt the heat coming.

Sure looks like a voluntary disappearance to me.

Look, brother, I don't want to step on your toes with this case,

but the mother's come all the way from Ireland.

Are you cool if I look into it?

Be my guest. You know how many missing persons reports I get in a week?

Many.

Bullet points on Lisa Broad.

She's in town and, thanks to me, is having lunch with you tomorrow.

Cool. Maybe you should tell me who she is first.

Mom.

She's married to Rick Broad.

Started Ember. She runs his foundation in San Francisco.

You asked for a whale.

- She's one of Archer's biggest donors? - You'll have to flip her.

I'll turn on the charm.

- Maybe you should take Michelle with you. - No.

The optics may appeal to Broad's more progressive sensibilities.

Yeah. By optics, you mean Michelle's biracial DNA?

Hey, we are all adults here.

- I-I'm sorry, but this is retail politics. - I get it.

You do what it takes to win or you don't play the game.

- Just a thought. - Yeah, unthink it.

You ever date an attorney?

Hell no.

Oof.

Someone caught your eye?

Potentially.

See me in my chambers, counselor.

Oh, shit.

- Oh. - You trying to debrief him?

Okay, that's enough.

- Heads up. - Light blue, tinted windows.

And just rolled a stop sign.

Light 'em up.

License and registration, please.

Why'd you pull me over?

Your license and registration, por favor.

This your car?

A friend's.

What's his name?

Nestor Gomez.

You rolled a stop sign.

I'll be right back.

You run her. I'll chat her up a little.

I'll take my time.

This won't take long.

You gonna give me a ticket?

Lotta complaints in this neighborhood, people running stop signs.

If you'll be late for work or something, I can call your boss, if you want.

No, thanks.

You go to traffic school, you won't get points on your license.

Like I have time for that.

It's online.

Let your friend do it.

Are we friends now?

You can drop the español.

See you around the hood.

Cited you for failing to make a complete stop.

- Just tell me where to sign. - At the X.

Have a nice day.

She shut down when I started asking about the homey.

Let's go back to the barn. Work him up.

I'm chasing this punk through this dark parking lot, hmm?

And I fucking trip on one of those concrete parking bars.

Go ass over teakettle. Broke two bones, ripped my knuckles to shit.

And when it gets cold... ...hurts like a bastard.

Acupuncture. Fix you right up.

I don't know. Needles?

Doesn't hurt.

Tattooing. Now, that hurts.

Maybe. Let me think about it.

So this case with Bosch, why'd they pick you, Jimmy?

I worked with him. I know how he ticks.

For instance?

He watched the murder go down, didn't intervene. Now, he could have.

Well, I'd say that's well over the line.

- Did you? - Did I what?

Intervene.

I didn't know what was happening until it was too late.

They couldn't prove it anyway. Bosch was the only witness.

And the victim?

Piece of shit named Edward Gunn.

Murdered a prostitute. Got away with it.

But Bosch... Bosch was obsessed.

Stalking Gunn. Waiting for him to strike again.

But Gunn got killed first.

And Bosch watched it happen.

You can't come at Bosch like you would anyone else.

Hmm?

You gotta investigate him the way he investigates.

How far are you willing to go?

No security system.

Never turns it on. Thinks he's invulnerable.

Well, who needs a warrant, right?

We got an old one in the glove compartment if you wanna make this official.

Sounds like something Bosch would do.

If he needed to.

We're Bosching Bosch.

You got something?

A thank-you note.

Bosch wrote a parole recommendation for a knucklehead named Curtis Dignan.

Family was much appreciative.

He say where he did his time?

Wasco State Prison.

Spoke to the detective in Tijuana.

No video, passport documentation of your family crossing the border.

- And the sighting? - An anonymous tip.

Mexican police discounted it.

You doubt they're in Mexico?

I do.

So now what?

A family of four doesn't just disappear.

You said that before.

Maurice Bassi. Siobhan Murphy.

- Hi. - Ms. Murphy, a pleasure.

You get a look around?

No eyes in the sky, front or back.

And go knock on doors. Maybe someone will let you take a peek at their cameras.

"Maybe"? Ye of little faith.

Uh, junk mail. Nothing but junk mail every day.

Is there a home office?

Uh, yeah. This way.

Can I help you?

Hi, my name's Mo Bassi, private investigator.

Been hired to locate your neighbors, the Gallagher family.

I think you can help.

They have a good marriage?

As far as I know, yeah.

- Money problems? - Don't think so.

How's Stephen's business going?

Well, you should really talk to the people who work with him.

- I plan to. - Harry, we got something.

Ah, Kerry.

I made her that blanket.

They've been trying to wean her off, but, um, no. She takes it everywhere.

The cops never collected this.

Neighbor said a detective left his business card.

She called. He never got back to her.

That's the weekend they went on vacation.

I'm gonna drive up to Ojai.

I'll join you.

Does this car look familiar to you?

I-I don't know.

Is it similar to the vehicle you observed?

Color? Rims the same?

I can't be sure. It was dark.

What about these guys?

Any of them look like the men that robbed you?

They were wearing bandanas, so...

Um, maybe just... just try looking at the eyes.

I'm sorry. Everything was such a blur that night.

Thank you for coming in.

What is this?

Girl, you got pulled over?

I thought you were the cautious one, chica.

Barely rolled a stop sign.

Cops are all over Melrose now.

Fairfax too. We gotta find some new neighborhoods.

I think we could do that.

And, uh, we can't use your car anymore. Have to find a new one.

Why? You said you rolled a stop sign.

That don't mean the cops are after us.

Plus we've been changing out the plates when we go out.

Mm-hmm.

I'm not taking any chances.

Well, where are we supposed to get this new ride then?

You let me worry about that.

Thank you.

I quit coffee years ago.

- Made me too jittery. - Hmm. I couldn't live without it.

So, what do you think? Should we just get right into it?

Direct. I like it.

And I must say, I admire your conviction.

No one would have blamed you

for dropping out of the race after everything you've been through.

Like they say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

You should know I still very much believe in what Archer stands for.

Good intentions, but unintended consequences.

And the woman who made her name

by suing the department is gonna change that?

I only went after bad cops.

And what could be more progressive than helping a woman

become the most powerful state law enforcement officer in the country?

Giving a true progressive time for their policies to work.

- Michelle. - It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Broad.

I'm Michelle. I work on the campaign.

And I'm her daughter.

Oh, well, it's very nice to meet you.

I live in San Francisco,

and I absolutely love what you have done to help the schools there.

Especially the Alice Waters' farm-to-table program for students.

Is that something that your foundation could expand to LA?

As a matter of fact, we are looking into it.

That's great.

There's no bigger supporter of the public school system than my mom.

Well, I didn't know that.

Oh, I'm full of surprises.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

You are my daughter.

Not some political pawn to be exploited. I thought I had made that clear.

If the optics of me being your daughter helps you get elected, then so be it.

It's my decision, not yours. And I've dealt with worse. Trust me.

I don't want you to have to deal with anything.

Why not? I'm tough enough.

Raised by the next district attorney of Los Angeles. Remember?

- Hey. - Hey.

- Thanks for meeting me. - Yeah, sure.

So, uh, w-what can I do you for, Harry?

Frank Sheehan. I was hoping you could fill me in.

Fr... Uh, what's to fill in? I mean, it was a sad story all around.

- She only thought he was stalking her. - I know.

Tell me about the meeting.

Well, Chandler's people reached out to Hollywood Division

for extra security at la Raza.

So, that had to be discussed at a supervisor's meeting, right?

Well, some people thought that,

um, the department was being played by Chandler.

What people?

Thorne. I mean, you know how he feels about Chandler.

He thought the whole thing was a, uh... a scam

to make it look like LAPD was supporting her.

You know, that letter we got.

- What letter? - The threatening one.

O-On the back of the flyer for Chandler's event.

Christ.

Yeah, Thorne was told to let Hollenbeck deal with Chandler's request.

You know, being their jurisdiction and all.

Where the hell was Hollenbeck?

That I don't know.

Anything else?

Not unless there's something else you want to tell me.

No, no.

Um, you're buying, though, right?

Bartender?

Wait, wait. Wait, wait.

Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm coming.

Over there.

Rita Tedesco.

Just the person we're looking for.

Detective Robertson.

Detective Lopez. LAPD.

You speak with your husband often?

Twice a week.

But you guys know that. Those prison calls are recorded.

You're just trying to trip me up. See if I lie.

Too late.

Confiscated a burner out of his cell.

We know you and Borders talk several times a week.

So don't bullshit us, Rita. Your whole probation deal could go away.

We're not looking to make trouble. We just want to pick your brain.

I'm sure you know an inmate got whacked up at Wasco.

My husband mentioned a prisoner croaked.

- He mention a name? - Mm-mmm.

He didn't go into detail and I didn't ask.

That kind of stuff makes me worried sick about Preston's well-being.

Mm-hmm. Your husband ever mention Harry Bosch?

- Why would he? - Answer the question.

Harry Bosch ever contact you?

Oh, I don't have to listen to this.

Next time you got questions, talk to my attorney.

You see that?

She's hiding something.

Yeah, you think? You are a great detective.

Oh, fuck off.

Thorne.

Bosch. You here to see Maddie?

I'm here to see you.

I'm listening.

The day Sheehan tried to take out Chandler,

there were no cops because of you.

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

I'm just glad she's okay.

Yeah, you're fucking lucky she is. Otherwise you wouldn't be standing here.

Like I said, Bosch...

Look, I know for a fact that you were told to coordinate with Hollenbeck Division,

which means you disobeyed an order just to spite Chandler.

Either way, you fucked up, and you're gonna answer for it.

You don't know anything.

Maybe I called Hollenbeck, and no one got back to me.

Bullshit.

Department's gonna have my back before Chandler's.

And fuck you if you try and prove otherwise.

Curtis Dignan was a confidential informant for Bosch back in the day.

Got busted for identity theft. Three-year stint. Just got out.

With Bosch's help.

Dignan was in the same cellblock as Preston Borders.

Same cellblock as Dockweiler.

So quid pro quo?

"You write me a parole recommendation. I take Dockweiler out for you"?

Or maybe Dignan was the go-between.

Maybe Dignan had Borders take Dockweiler out for Bosch.

Look into it.

Thanks for making time, Chief.

Didn't sound like I had much of a choice based on your message.

But first, let me say that I am really happy that you're okay.

Thank you.

Although I'm not so sure everyone in your department feels the same way.

When Detective Sheehan...

Former detective. Disgraced detective.

Okay.

But the only thing that matters is when he tried to kill me,

there was no LAPD presence at my event.

Despite the fact my office had requested additional units

because of my concerns about Sheehan.

Are you aware of that?

I'm aware that this is a very big city,

and there are far too few officers to be everywhere at once.

Unfortunately, judgment calls need to be made.

Yeah, that's not what happened.

I know specifically my office's request was met with derision from the start.

An act of insubordination that could have gotten me killed.

And if I were to go public with what I know,

you would have a scandal on your hands.

If you were to go public.

Why don't we make this easier and you just tell me what you want?

What I've always wanted.

Just because you can't officially endorse me,

doesn't mean you can't make clear whom you prefer.

And you can urge the county police chiefs to fall in line.

Make it clear that you're the choice of law enforcement?

As I should be.

The only cops I've ever gone after are ones that didn't deserve to have a badge.

You know what? Um...

I think you should go public.

If someone in my department did something wrong, they should be held accountable.

And if this were to turn into a scandal, I have nothing to hide.

You know, I don't know how that's gonna help you with the department

or with the other chiefs, but...

Mmm.

Good luck with the election.

I really am glad that you're okay.

Thank you.

Jimmy. This is a surprise.

Bad time?

I'm just doing some laundry.

We need to talk to you about a case. Mind if we come in?

- What is this about? - Preston Borders.

Sure.

So tell me about the phone call.

Um, a call came through on my father's cell.

Just... It said Wasco State Prison, so I answered.

It was Borders.

What was your reaction?

Stunned. At a loss. Confused.

You talk to your father about it?

I did.

He said he had nothing to do with it, and it was just Borders yanking his chain.

- Do you believe your dad? - Of course I do.

- No doubts? - None.

Ever crossed your mind that he might want Dockweiler taken out?

Only in my dreams.

Why didn't you report the phone call?

Well, what... What was there to report?

You're a cop. It's a reg for a reason.

You just heard a phone call

that insinuated that your father was involved in a conspiracy to commit murder.

Just hearing Dockweiler's name made me want to vomit.

Okay. That's it for now.

You wanna give us a minute?

Yeah, sure. I'll be in the car.

Yeah.

You okay?

I'm fine.

We have a real tricky situation here.

This investigation is a "Chief's Special."

You can't talk to anyone about this.

Not even your father.

I understand.

Thanks for your time.

Hey.

Harry Bosch. Man, it's been too long.

- Good to see you, brother. - Yeah.

- You know Siobhan Murphy. - Sheriff.

Nice to meet you in person. I'm, uh, sorry for what you're dealing with.

Thank you.

- You, uh... You have the keys for me? - Uh, yeah.

All right, let's take a look.

- You spoke to the neighbors? - Uh, no one saw anything.

I did a door knock. No answer.

Walked the property. Nothing out of place.

Beto. What happened there?

Oh, flooding. After all the rain we got.

Stephen laid some pipe to drain the water away from the house.

- I'm gonna wander. - Mm-hmm.

The bedrooms are upstairs.

So that's Kathleen and Stephen's room in there. Right.

Um, and this... this is Luke's. And Kerry's is in there.

Next time on Bosch: Legacy.

Your guys good?

If there's any physical evidence, they'll find it.

What did you and Bosch talk about?

Sit me down with the DA, and you'll hear all about it.

- You think he has a story to tell? - There's Curtis Dignan.

Ex-con recently paroled from Wasco.

Who may have been involved in helping Borders take Dockweiler out for Bosch.

Yo, man, I ain't said nothing to nobody.

Do not lie to me.

Robertson and Lopez stopped by.

What?

Is this about Dockweiler?

Kill the lights.

Honey! Oh, my God!

This guy shaking down the Gallagher business?

Whatever it is ain't kosher.