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Previously
on Bosch: Legacy...

Who else has access
to the company?

Stephen hired a new company.

Orion.

There is no Orion.

Just Stephen billing his own
company for services not rendered.

That's embezzlement
where I come from.

This guy shaking down
the Gallagher business?

I don't know what's going on but
whatever it is, it ain't kosher.

There's, um, an investigation going on
and they told me I can't tell anybody.

Not even my dad.

You're on a big, fat,
fishing expedition.

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

When you were left in the lurch
by the LAPD at a recent event,

who did you turn
to for protection?

A retired detective.
Harry Bosch.

Did you know when you hired him

that he was under investigation
for conspiracy to commit murder?

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

Detective working
this case is sharp.

Any minute now, he will figure
this out and he will come knocking.

And you don't want me home.
Supposed to hook up with my PO.

But right after that.

- Hieronymus Bosch?
- Yeah.

A subpoena to appear
before a grand jury.

You've been served.

Curtis Dignan. LAPD.
We'd like to talk.

Talk. I ain't stopping you.

Come on. Take a ride with us.

I'm confused. What's this about?

Come on, get in.

- I have a choice?
- We all got a choice, my brother.

You choose to cooperate, you'll
be back on the street in no time.

You blow smoke up our ass,

- we're gonna ship yours back to Wasco.
- For what?

For whatever bullshit
you're up to at this moment.

Don't make us jump through
hoops to get a warrant.

We just wanna talk.

Come on.

Been gone too long, my brother.

You need to up your game.

♪ 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 ♪

- Bing "Cherry" Crider.
- Tell it.

Native son of East
LA. Wild child.

Charms his way out of a
bunch of juvie misdemeanors.

Luck runs out when he and his crew
shoot dead a convenience store clerk

in a botched robbery.

Bing the shooter?

That's never established.
None of them cop to it.

They all go down for felony
murder and conspiracy.

The other two?

As of this moment, deceased.

Let me know if that changes.

Crider has a
come-to-Jesus moment.

Cleans up his act, gets paroled
when the felony murder law changes,

and becomes a bona
fide businessman.

Buying and
selling stolen machinery?

Rumored, never proven.

Money laundering. Extortion too.

Any way you slice it, Bing's a
dubious dude to be in business with.

- I wanna talk to him.
- I'll work on setting a meeting.

Someplace public.

This is a talking point?

So I drafted a statement
severing all ties to Harry Bosch.

Oh. No, no. Absolutely not.

- We go on the offensive.
- Right. Hit back hard.

I... I'll keep it just in case.

I just got a call.

The Times editorial board is meeting
to discuss their endorsement.

Shit.

The Times is
the one that matters.

Well, when is the meeting?

Tomorrow afternoon.

I really think we need

- to distance ourselves from Bosch.
- Mom,

- what are you gonna do?
- The optics are...

- I know you think that.
- I do.

All right. Could everybody
just give me a fucking minute?

Just go.

Tell us about
Preston Borders.

- I don't know that name.
- Wrong answer.

You were in the same tier.

You played checkers
with the man.

He called you Termite.

More to the point, you were both
bunking with Kurt Dockweiler.

So don't tell us
you don't know him.

Son, you gotta make a choice.

You wanna know why we didn't just slap
on the cuffs, walk you over to the DA?

Harry Bosch used you.

He designed it so that if it blew up,
you'd be the fall guy, and guess what?

It blew up.

I'm not acquainted
with these individuals.

Curtis.

You need to cooperate with us.

I ain't wearing no wire.

I'll tell you that right
now. No fucking way.

You talk to the man. We
monitor the conversation.

- Simple as that.
- No wire. No way.

No parole.

Just a one-way ticket to Wasco.

I cooperate?

You walk out of here
today a free man.

Until next time.

I wish I could help you guys
out, but go fuck your own selves.

I guess that's a, "No."

Put a parole hold on him, lock him up
for 48 hours, monitor his phone calls.

We're gonna bring Borders down
for his grand jury appearance.

Put them side-by-side at MDC.

- Wire the cells.
- Think you can stimulate some chatter?

Like a whip-poor-will's ass.

My mother used to say that.

What the fuck's it mean?

You know, whip-poor-wills.

- They're chatty.
- Yeah.

- Porter.
- Ah, Mr. Porter.

- This is Honey Chandler.
- Oh, Miss Chandler. What can I do for you?

You can assure me your editorial
board won't pull their endorsement.

Where'd you hear that?

The Times is about to damage
its reputation and mine.

- Irrevocably.
- I doubt that.

Besides, I don't control
the board or its decisions.

Well, then I need to talk
to them when they meet.

Plead my case.

Sorry, it's not possible.

Lis... Listen, this... this
is going to be a huge mistake.

I will convey your
concerns to the board.

- Chandler?
- Yeah, I just heard from my guy.

Um, Archer has some kind of record of
phone calls between you and Borders.

That's bullshit.

I've had no contact
with Borders. Zero.

Also, there's a money trail.

- Also ridiculous.
- All right.

They're bringing Borders down to
testify before the grand jury.

Harry... ...is there
anything you wanna tell me?

Yeah. I didn't do it.

- Am I fired?
- Why would I fire you?

I would if I was you.

Throw me under the bus.

Save your campaign.

Oh. I'm not going to
buckle under pressure.

Looks weak.

Okay. I'll get back to you.

I'm not
here. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

Checking in.

Love you.

Pops?

How'd you guess?

Your tone of voice.

I didn't
take the call.

But you wanted to. I could tell.

I'm just
still so mad at him.

Like, furious,

and the more that I think about it,
the more I think he was involved.

Ask him.

I want to, but... but I don't trust
him enough to tell me the truth.

And if he does, and he was...

Really?

The fuck?

- Wi-Fi out?
- Network's down.

And yet you're
still sitting here.

Hey. I understand you've been
hit by the outages in the area.

Called you guys
over an hour ago.

Well, here I am. Like a
genie out of a bottle.

And you got lucky.

Some people have to wait
days for a service call.

- Where's your router?
- Right here.

You got some signal
coming in here.

I'm telling you, man.
Everything's on the fritz.

- Hmm. You mind if I check your computer?
- Have at it.

I gotta see if a signal's coming
in at your terminating point.

Yeah, you're right. No signal.

Let me call in a master reset
in our switching station.

The hell's that mean?

It means I can get you up and running in
no time. I'll be right back, all right?

"Ask
and ye shall receive.

Knock and the door
shall be opened."

Houston, we have liftoff.

- It's fixed?
- Good as gold.

There you go.

All right. I'll be on my way.

Office will send you an invoice.

Hold on.

Not so fast.

Give me your card.

Oh.

- In case we gonna have issues.
- You know where to reach me.

What are you so happy about?

Well, they, uh... they told me I'd
never see the light of day again.

Yet, uh, here I am,

southbound to the
City of Angels.

Los Angeles, cabrón.

Thought you weren't gonna start talking
until we got you in front of the DA?

Fuckin' A. I ain't.

Well, we've been talking
to your old checkers buddy.

- Termite?
- Mm-hmm.

Case is starting
to come together.

What went down,
who was involved.

- Bullshit. Termite's no snitch.
- Oh, yeah?

Remember that burner, just
showed up in your cell?

Dignan told us he put it there.

What? Cat got your tongue?

Any murder-for-hire, you
want all parties involved.

Guy who did it, guy
who hired it done.

Anybody who aided and abetted.

Dignan might beat
you to the punch.

No. I told you guys.

I'll tell my story when I sit down
with the DA, and not a second sooner.

If we get there in time.

First come, first served.

- Thank you for coming.
- Are you kidding? All ears.

- Off the record.
- I'm listening.

The Times editorial board
is meeting tomorrow.

Yeah, I'm aware.

I'm worried they're going to
buy into Archer's bullshit

and pull their endorsement.

You realize that
not a single cop

has been successfully prosecuted in LA
for a wrongful death shooting in decades.

- Not one.
- Yeah. I know.

I'll make sure that it happens.

- I can convey your concerns to the board.
- That would be great.

But they're gonna wanna make
sure Archer has equal time.

That's fine. I'll
take that chance.

Okay.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Hey.

- Vasquez.
- Chica.

Been ages.

Got a sec?

I can give you five.

Take what I can get.

Follow-homes. Hear anything?

We're, uh, looking for a
couple of male Hispanics.

Probably a spotter too.

What about the
street name Flaco?

You want names now?

I just know that it's
a popular street name.

You don't know nothing.

What's
with the gringa?

I mean, you come to my
work, ask me to roll up on my people?

- I'm not gonna play this with you.
- Lucy.

Slow your roll, okay?

Anything you ever told
me, I ever lay you out?

No, guess not.

Ask you to testify?

Nah.

There you go.

Do what's right here.

Somebody's gonna get killed.

Some chatter about a new crew.

- Names?
- No names.

Look, all I heard was
these new guys are slick.

They know their shit
and push quality merch

at certain Hollywood
recording studios.

- Come on, let's go.
- Shit, finally.

Wait, what the fuck is this?

I thought we were going
to the DA's office.

Flag on the play.

The DA want you to tell your story
in front of the grand jury first.

- When?
- Tomorrow.

Till then, welcome home.

See you inside.

Shit. Fuck this. This
is bullshit, man.

Don't move.

Hey, you're not that fast, son.

Easy.

Don't do anything stupid.

Fancy piece.

- The fuck are you?
- Not Finbar McShane.

Tell me something I don't know.

I got you on video with McShane.

So what's this? A shakedown?

I'm investigating the disappearance
of the Gallagher family.

Now I don't give a shit about
whatever else you got going on here.

McShane approached me,
offering equipment at half off.

- I'm gonna say no?
- Busting out his own company.

Obviously.

How much you pay
him the other night?

100K.

You didn't look happy.

The fucker wasn't straight
with me about the machines.

Equipment was tip-top.

Lately, it sucks.

Like he's short in the inventory,
scraping the bottom of the barrel.

- Why is he selling?
- I never asked.

And he never said.

- Classic bust out?
- Yeah.

Selling off equipment,

pocketing the proceeds till
there's nothing left to sell.

What's Crider's alibi for the
weekend the Gallaghers went missing?

Speaking at a Homeboy
Industries event.

In front of several
hundred witnesses.

Mmm, I'll check it out,

- but it sounds solid.
- Yeah.

Let's say we go chat up
McShane's partner, yeah?

Street video. Just
down the block from Jardine.

It's too grainy to
make out the plate.

Not a problem.

We plugged in that make
and model to ALPRs.

Limited our search to last week.

Filtered for music
studios in Hollywood.

Got a hit.

Same car.

- Stolen plate?
- Yep.

- Where's the studio?
- It's on Highland. Find Your Grind.

Catchy.

- What do you want?
- We need to talk about Finbar.

Feel free to come by the office.

- Now's better.
- Do I have to call the cops?

Go ahead. You can tell
them all about Bing Crider.

Tell me about the bust out.

It's not what it looks like.

Finbar probably said it's the
only way to keep the lights on.

I helped build this company.

You think I'm just gonna sit back
and watch it all go down the drain?

Listen, Sheila, if you know anything
about what happened to the Gallaghers,

now's the time.

Stephen said they were going
on vacation. That's all I know.

$100,000 isn't worth the risk.

It's time for you to leave.

Really worth going
to prison for?

I love you.

In 2015, were you
investigating a case

where you sought the assistance
of Mr. Curtis Dignan?

He was a confidential informant
in one of my homicide cases.

Did Mr. Dignan receive
anything in exchange for working with you?

DA agreed to reduce his charges
on a separate criminal matter.

Quid pro quo.

Well, y-you could call it that.

It was really more
like a leniency deal

in exchange for truthful
testimony under oath.

Mm-hmm.

Three years ago,
Mr. Dignan was convicted of identity theft.

Do you know where
he was incarcerated?

Wasco State Prison.

And did you know that
Mr. Dignan and Kurt Dockweiler

were housed on the
same cellblock?

Yes.

When was Mr. Dignan
released from Wasco?

- Last month.
- Did you help Mr. Dignan

obtain that release in any way?

Wrote a letter of
recommendation for his parole.

When was the last time
you spoke to Mr. Dignan?

I don't recall exactly.

Well, to refresh
your recollection,

uh, Friday last
week, November 4th.

Did you meet Mr. Dignan
at Mitchell's paint store?

- I did.
- And since then,

have you had any other communication
or in-person contact with Mr. Dignan?

No.

Do you know where Curtis
Dignan is at this moment?

No.

You don't know he's currently
in the custody of the LAPD?

I wasn't aware of that.

What was the content of your most
recent conversation with Curtis Dignan?

I'm invoking my Fifth
Amendment rights

and respectfully decline
to answer your question.

In exchange for helping
him with parole,

did Curtis Dignan carry out
any orders on your behalf

while incarcerated at
Wasco State Prison?

Again, I'm invoking my
Fifth Amendment privilege.

These are lovely.

Thank you.

Well,
you've had a rough go.

I'm holding up.

Well, I admire you.

I can't imagine.

But instead of moping around,
you did something about it.

Hired that investigator.

- What? Mr. Bosch?
- Mmm.

He's made some headway.

- Has he now?
- Mm-hmm.

We know for a fact
that they were in Ojai.

Ojai? I-I thought
they were in Mexico.

No, he found some traces
of them at the cabin.

Stuff they would
have traveled with.

Like what?

Like Kerry's blankie, for one.

Well, they... they could have
gone to Mexico and left a blankie behind.

Harry's dogged.

He'll get to the bottom of it.

Mm-hmm.

Hope so.

Hey, I know you.

Plaza de la Raza.

Uh, I don't think so.

- That memorable, huh?
- It was. But for a different reason.

Sorry. Yeah, that
was an insane day.

One of my clients.

Defense attorney.

Public defender.

- That tracks.
- Alert the media.

Cop jumps to a conclusion.

- I bet you I can change your mind.
- About what?

Let's have drinks. Find out.

I don't think that's a
very good idea.

It's just a drink.

Give me a call.

Don't hold your
breath, Kris Downey.

Talk to you soon, Officer Bosch.

- Hey, Mank.
- Hey.

You requested a copy
of our daily worksheet?

Oh, yeah, thanks.

You got a minute?

- Sure.
- Okay, let's go in here.

Okay.

Uh... ...the real reason I wanted
to see you... Now, this is just between us.

Little birdie told me that
IA is gonna come talk to you.

I think I know
what this is about.

Mmm. All right, so
you'll be prepared.

I've dealt with them before.

Yeah, but never when
you were on the griddle.

Well, it's not that serious.

Is it?

I've said too much, all right?

Just let me know if
you need anything.

Did you use that phone to communicate
with anyone outside the prison?

May have.

Don't recall.

My wife. Love of my life.

The calls
highlighted in yellow.

Mm-hmm. Rita Tedesco.

And do you recognize the
number highlighted in blue?

No.

That number belongs to a phone
located in the Hollywood Hills.

Mm-hmm, you say so.

Do you know who resides
at that residence?

- Not a clue.
- Harry Bosch.

You're kidding me.

Did you call that phone number?

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
take the Fifth on that one.

Thank you for your time.

As Mr. Porter indicated,
I have a brief statement.

What
Emmitt Archer is pulling

is the oldest, dirtiest
trick in the playbook.

It's a desperate last-ditch
effort to destroy my credibility.

And wouldn't it be sad if this
city's supposed guardian of the truth

were to blindly fall in line with
a political rush to judgment?

The Los Angeles Times
used to have backbone.

Used to have balls.

Are those days over?

Is that your statement?

Look, the job of the District Attorney
is to lead people to the truth.

But these days,

people have lost faith in institutional
integrity and I don't blame them.

And Harry Bosch?

Isn't this a man you once sued
for civil rights violations?

More than once.

But I also know Harry Bosch to be
a man of great honor and decency.

I don't need more than five minutes
on a debate stage with Emmitt Archer

to know exactly what he is.

A "what's in it for
me?" politician.

We deserve better.

Lopez?

You guys let Borders
make a phone call?

- No.
- Why did I see his wife out there?

She used to work here, right?

I-I'm telling you guys,
something ain't jake here.

I don't know what, but
you guys are being played.

- We all are.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll see.

You as well.

Welcome to SoCal Bank.

Your call is important to us...

This is Sharat. With whom do I have
the pleasure of speaking today?

Finbar McShane.

Forgot my password.

Can you help me reset it?

I'd be happy to.

Could you give me the last four
digits of your social security number?

One, three, six, two.

Damn. Shit's an S-Class.

Dope ride.

Probably a public defender.

Don't start.

Hey, that thing you said
might die on the vine?

Yeah?

It didn't.

IA wants to talk to me.

Fucking IA.

Motherfuckers.

Cone of silence.

So I took a call
from my dad's phone.

From the prison.

S-Some guy claiming...

claiming that he took out
Dockweiler for my dad.

And I didn't report it.

Case have legs?

I'm kind of in the
fucking dark here...

...'cause I-I don't
know what my dad did or didn't do.

You can't let this fuck
up your career, chava.

You only have to speak to
what you did. Not your dad.

That's his truth to carry.

- Not yours.
- You're right.

You're right.

I know I'm right.

He was always just such
a hero to me, you know?

Feet of clay, parents.

Except mine.

My parents are perfect.

This is Harry
Bosch. Leave me a message.

Mr. Bosch, you were right. We
need to talk about Finbar McShane.

Please call me.

- So when the fuck am I gonna see the DA?
- How about never?

Why would you care?

Heard all you did was take the
Fifth to save your own ass.

Yeah. Well, you want
the whole enchilada,

you gotta make it
worth my while.

Yeah. We'll take that
under advisement.

In the meantime, sit back, shut the fuck
up and enjoy your ride back to Wasco.

Just passed Plaza Olvera,
headed north on Main.

Copy.
Got you on GPS.

Turning onto Albion.

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Fuck!

- I got you, bro.
- Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Shit.

- Fuckin' A. We did it.
- Giddy up, motherfucker.

Give me that.
Thank you, brother.

Freeze, motherfucker.

Fucking...

Go, go, go, go, go.

Fuck this!

Where you going?

On mark.

- Cover me, Jimmy.
- Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Clear.

Don't fucking move!

- Hey, Lopez. You okay?
- We're clear.

Hey, call it in.

I'm going after Borders.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fucking...

Fuck!

Goddamn it.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

You fucking owe me, Bosch.

A thank-you, at least?

For taking out
that sick fuck Dockweiler.

No?

You're still a man
of few words, huh?

I like that.

You put me in.

I'm gonna take you out.

Drop it!

Put it down. Down!

Down!

You okay?

Nary a scratch.

You were set up.

We all got played.

We'll clear your name.

I know you will, brother.

It's okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Okay.

Oh, God.

He has abused the power of his office...

...chasing a phony prosecution
for his own political gain.

He has smeared the name
of an innocent man.

He has cost the citizens of
LA County money and resources.

And worse, has squandered their
faith and trust in the law.

Mr. Bosch, you were right.
We need to talk about Finbar McShane.

Please call me.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah, just a loose end.

Uh, I gotta grab some
stuff out of my Jeep.

You mind if I drop you off?

As long as you promise to
bring it back in one piece.

Sheila.

Sheila.

Sheila.

Next time
on Bosch: Legacy...

The guy who did this.
Disappeared an entire family.

We've already
got a BOLO out for McShane.

We'll pick him up soon enough.

No, you won't. He's gone.

This could be
a place for a hideout.

- You think Rita's in there?
- Only one way to find out.

How do you
feel about your chances?

Well, I certainly
know who I voted for.

McShane knows they're going up
to the cabin for the weekend,

but there's no
physical evidence.

Place was wiped clean.

So he killed them
somewhere else.

Where'd he hide the bodies?

Not a small area to search.

I came prepared.

Keep driving.

I'm not getting caught.

No one's trying to catch us.

Silver Toyota Corolla.

Go ahead and roll.

Police! Get your hands up!