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Previously on Bosch: Legacy...

If you know anything about what happened
to the Gallaghers, now's the time.

Mr. Bosch, please call me.

I got you on video with McShane.

McShane approached me,
offering equipment at half off.

These new guys push quality merch
at Hollywood recording studios.

Emmitt Archer has abused
the power of his office,

chasing a phony prosecution.

Just all these rumors on the
grapevine about what happened.

I would've if I could've, if
that answers your question.

But I didn't.

But I don't trust him
enough to tell me the truth.

Do you know who resides
at that residence?

- Not a clue.
- Harry Bosch.

Did you call that phone number?

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

You guys are being
played. We all are.

We'll see.

Freeze, motherfucker.

Drop it.

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

Sheila.

Harry Bosch, thank you
for your statement.

You're good to go.

RHD should be working this.

- How did you figure?
- The guy who did this...

"Finbar McShane."

...disappeared an entire family.

Is this the case you're working?

The Gallaghers.

My understanding, most
likely they're only missing.

Fled to Mexico.

That's what McShane
wants everyone to think.

Mexico's a misdirect.

You got any proof?

That body is not enough for you?

All right. Thanks for the tip.

We'll handle it from here.

I can help.

Cases are connected.

We've already got a
BOLO out for McShane.

We'll pick him up soon enough.

No, you won't.

He's gone.

He's fucking gone.

Kinda cozy.

Just till you're out of town.

Okay.

♪ 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 ♪

Yesterday's brazen attack
in downtown Los Angeles

has led to three men dead.

Convicted murderer Preston Borders was
en route back to Wasco State Prison

when two of his associates
ambushed the LAPD transport vehicle

in an attempt to free Borders.

The two men and Borders were shot
and killed by LAPD detectives.

This hour, authorities are looking
for this woman, Rita Tedesco,

a possible accomplice and
Preston Borders's wife.

Harry.

What am I looking at?

Burner phone.

Attached to the
underside of my crib.

They planted it.

Borders?

Imagine if he had put that
big brain to good use.

Crying shame.

I'll make sure someone gets
over there to collect it.

Lopez and I are sidelined until
we do our psych interviews.

Roger that.

And what about you?

How are you doing?

I'll fill you in
sometime over a drink.

What are we now? Friends?

Relax, Jimmy. It's just a drink.

Don't get too excited.

It's about the inequities that
are baked into the system,

and it's about which laws
are enforced or not enforced.

There's no point even
calling the police.

They don't come.

And when they do, they
don't do anything.

And I intend to change that.

Do I have your vote?

Why the fuck not?

Can't be any worse than
the guy who's in there now.

I'll take it.

Mama.

This is Dennis Williams.
He's the owner.

Wonderful place you have here.

Been in my family for 25 years.

A lot has changed in
the city in that time.

Some things have, no question.

I try to count my blessings.

Right now we're going through
a bit of a crime wave.

Is that your son?

Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Do you mind if I
ask what happened?

He was murdered.

Right out in front of
our house. Armed robbery.

I don't vote.

Good luck with the election.

Look into his story.

You're sure you don't want your
union rep here with you today?

I would say the exact same
thing if she was here.

I have prepared a statement.

There will be no
need for questions.

We'll see about that.

Go on.

"Shortly after the man who
abducted me died in prison,

I was with my father at his house
when he received a phone call.

I answered it because
he was walking the dog.

The call was from
Preston Borders,

a fellow inmate of Kurt
Dockweiler's at Wasco State Prison.

Borders told me to pass a
message along to my father..."

Which was?

The gist of it was, "Tell your
father I did what he wanted."

- And what did you take that to mean?
- That's what I asked him.

He said, "Dockweiler.
I took care of it."

And then he hung up.

And what did you do?

I was upset.

I confronted my father about the call. I
asked him if he conspired with Borders.

Which he denied?

What I did not do
is report the call.

I should have followed
departmental rules and reported it.

And I will accept the consequences
for not doing so without protest.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Not every day your daughter
gets interviewed by IA.

How'd it go?

I told the truth.

- Whatever happens, happens.
- No.

It'll be on me, Mads.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Something I gotta tell you.

Okay.

When Dockweiler went to prison,
I did reach out to an inmate.

A former CI of mine.

I asked him to make sure
Dockweiler's time inside was hell.

Jesus.

Where does Borders come into it?

Word got out in Wasco
about harassing Dockweiler.

Borders seized on it.

Killed him to frame me.

You lied to me. Y-You said
you had nothing to do with it.

I did not want
Dockweiler killed.

What I did want was to
make sure he was miserable

for the rest of
his fucking life.

Gotta get back to work.

I am beyond happy
that you are okay.

Not as happy as I am, sir.

Obviously, there's quite a
twist in our investigation.

Technically, my partner and
I are sidelined right now,

but I don't mind
wrapping things up.

Why would you want to do that?

- Sir?
- There's still a good many

unanswered questions.

But there's no reason not to
clear Bosch. Make it official.

As I said, there are many
unanswered questions.

And my partner and
I will answer them.

After you get the green light.

How long should that
take? A few days?

- Something like that.
- So no rush.

Till then, enjoy your
time off, Detective.

- How'd it go?
- Asshole's still playing politics.

Wants us to wait to clear
Bosch until after the election.

Why am I not surprised?

So young to be so cynical.

Come by it honest.

We got some time off.

Who's to say how we spend it?

Department still views
the Gallaghers as missing.

But you don't.

Sheila Walsh finds financial
discrepancies. Tells Gallagher.

Gallagher's not stealing from
the company. Finbar McShane is.

Gallagher confronts him. McShane
says he'll make it right,

which buys him more time
to come up with a plan

to pin it on Stephen Gallagher.

Uh, but to do that, you
gotta make him disappear.

And his family?

Maybe Kathleen saw something,
heard something. She's got to go.

That leaves the children.

In for a penny.

What kind of a
fucking monster...

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

- but there's no physical evidence.
- Except the blanket.

Except the blanket.
Place was wiped clean.

So he killed them
somewhere else.

Where'd he hide the bodies?

They can't be far.

Pull up the family videos.

The one with little
Kerry and her father.

Are you picking flowers?

Yeah.

Are those for me?

Maybe.

Mmm. Fast forward.

Stop.

There.

He buried them with that.

How'd your interview go?

We'll see.

Anything new here?

You mean, did I hit the Powerball
without the help of my partner?

Tell me you did.

Searched social media accounts
connected to Find Your Grind.

The recording studio.

- Who is she?
- Melissa Lewis.

Mother of two. Lover of
Goldendoodles and high-end purses.

Married to Reed Lewis, owner
of Find Your Grind studios.

- What's this about?
- We're hoping you could tell us.

The handbag in the photo.

- Where'd your wife buy it?
- She didn't.

I gave it to her
for her birthday.

That's a lucky woman.
Where'd you buy it?

- Don't remember.
- Cash or credit?

- Is there a problem?
- Maybe we should just talk to your wife.

No.

I didn't steal it, if
that's what you're asking.

Somebody did. That's
why we're here.

I didn't know.

Believe this guy?

Not yet. Keep talking.

There's this girl. She
comes in with stuff to sell.

- What kind of stuff?
- You know.

- Bling, watches.
- Purses?

- Never occurred to you it might be stolen?
- Never asked.

- You must have known.
- What's her name?

Fortune.

- Her real name.
- That's what she goes by.

- Who's she roll with?
- She always comes alone.

- And calls first.
- Thoughtful of her.

- Do you know her number?
- Changes all the time.

Burners.

Am I in trouble?

Depends. How much does
that handbag go for?

- Retail?
- More than 1,000?

- Oh. Oh, my. Yes.
- Is a felony.

Next time Fortune
calls you, call us.

Fucking Bosch.

This is becoming a
habit. A bad one.

I'll make it quick.

McShane sold you a backhoe.

- And?
- You still got it?

- Why?
- Might help me find the Gallagher family.

My backhoe?

McShane murdered Sheila Walsh.

I heard that.

I think he murdered the
Gallagher family also.

Buried them with that backhoe.

Motherfucker.

It's in the yard.

But it's been
washed and cleaned.

Shit.

You could check
the tracker though.

Every big piece of equipment has
one now. So it doesn't get stolen.

Show me.

LAPD. Hoping you could
help us with something.

Credit card bill was
sent to a box here.

- Okay.
- How do you get a box?

Fill out an application.
That and 20 bucks a month.

- You keep copies of those applications?
- Yeah.

Let's see the one for
Bosch Investigations.

B-O-S-C-H.

Should I be asking
for a warrant or...

Only if you got
something to hide.

I'll print it right out for you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Ooh. Harry, we hardly knew ya.

Decent fake.

Uh, spelled Hieronymous wrong.

Uh, can you open up the box? I
want to see if there's any mail.

We've already established people
are playing you to fake IDs.

Don't make it worse.

- Nice.
- Hmm.

Learned from the master.

A utility bill.

Service address, Shadow Hills.

Let's check it out.

Thank you for your service.

Archer dirtied you up
some with the Bosch stuff.

If it changed voters' minds about you when
they were filling out their mail-ins...

It's too late for them to reconsider.
I get that. Anything else?

Lisa Broad is going to
be in town tomorrow.

Wants to have brunch.

The day before the election?

Gotta kiss the ring.

Okay. Work it into my schedule.

What's up?

The man from the diner?

I looked into the
story about his son.

He OD'ed.

Why would he lie?

Any number of reasons.

Shame. Guilt.

See if you can find out more.

From the backhoe?

See what we have.

Focus on the weekend
the family went missing.

The backhoe was parked in the same place
behind the cabin in Ojai for months.

On the weekend in question, it
was moved at 2:00 in the morning.

Moved where?

A few miles away from the cabin.

This could be a
place for a hideout.

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

- Oh, shit. Gun. Gun!
- Rita.

Hey, put the gun down.

You don't want this to end
this way. Put the gun down.

Easy. Come on.

Rita, I don't wanna
have to shoot you.

Put it down.

Down.

That's it.

All right, hands up.

Come on down.

That's it.

Turn around.

Hands behind your head.

She's in holding now. Says she'll answer
all our questions in exchange for a deal.

Talk to Archer.

See what he's comfortable with.

Uh, you might need to
talk to him for us.

Well, why is that?

Tell him.

He told us not to do
anything, Captain.

He didn't need to though, right?

You're supposed to be
on desk, both of you.

Instead you went freelancing.

I ought to extend your time
off and make it unpaid.

Captain, do you really
want Archer to be DA again?

I try not to engage in politics.

I don't either.

But now he's stalling on clearing
Bosch until after the election.

That's a hard thing
to do nothing about.

Listen, I'll finesse Archer.

Don't make Tedesco
too many promises.

I want something in writing.

We'll tell the DA you're cooperating,
but you gotta tell us the truth.

It doesn't have to be
over for you, Rita.

Could even find love again.

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Does that sound like
cooperation to you?

More like the opposite.

Enjoy spending the best years of the
rest of your life in prison, Rita.

Look, I get it.

I really do.

Borders was your whole world.

Now he's gone and you're angry.

You gave up a lot for him.

I would just hate to see
you give up anything more.

First question.

Did Harry Bosch have anything to do
with the murder of Kurt Dockweiler?

No.

Cold plating? For a meeting?

Not taking any chances
after that stupid shit

you and Nestor pulled
the other night.

Nestor just doesn't like
to be told what to do.

Yeah, he'd rather
get your ass shot.

Well, it didn't happen, right?

It could have. That's my point.

There's no being too careful.

Look, all I'm saying is maybe just take
it down when you're talking to him.

Sure.

I'll say, "Pretty please don't do
any dumb fucking shit, Nestor."

What about you?

Do you like it when I
tell you what to do?

It depends on what we're doing.

Get that plate on first.

All right. All right.

- Find Your Grind. This is Reed.
- Hey, it's Fortune.

Hey.

Thinking about dropping
by this afternoon.

- Good day for it?
- Lil Bandy be here with his crew.

- Then I'll be there.
- Just you?

It's always just me.

Crew of one, my man.

I know. It... It's just gonna
be a packed house. That's all.

I'll see you.

Yeah.

Everything cool?

Just heard from our
guy at the studio.

Fortune's dropping by.

What are we waiting for?

As all of you know,
tomorrow is D-Day.

And while I hope and expect to win,
in this moment, we cannot rest easy.

Amen.

And so I'm asking, with a not-so-subtle
push from Jen and Amanda here,

for you to call anyone that you can,
to knock on as many doors as you can,

to do everything you possibly
can to help make sure

that our voters
show up tomorrow.

And I'm thanking you from
the bottom of my heart

for everything you have
done to get us here.

So, please, give yourselves
a round of applause.

And get back to work.

Brunch with Broad. Mussos'.

I'll stay here and mind the
fort. You go have a steak.

- And a martini.
- Mmm.

You go. I have someone
else I need to see.

Just tell Broad I'll make
it up to her after I win.

Thought I made it
clear I don't vote.

Oh, yes, you did.

But you also didn't strike me as the
kind of person who wouldn't be truthful.

And that's why I'm here.

I don't follow you.

I looked into your son's death and,
uh, it was indicated that he overdosed.

My son was murdered.

All right. If that's the case,
I really would like to help.

Do you have any idea who
might have killed him?

Police said he had injected
himself with some designer drug.

- That's not murder.
- I accepted what the police told me.

Until a friend of
Shawn's came to see me.

Shawn was gay.

He was dating an older man.

One who liked to do drugs
and inject his boyfriends.

That was his thing.

His kink.

- Did this friend talk to the police?
- No.

No, he said the man was
powerful and connected.

Wouldn't even tell me his name.

But I found out. Shawn
had pictures on his phone.

That's Patrick Currey.

He's a city councilman.

- How well do you know him?
- Not well at all.

I-I think I met him once.

- Did you tell the police about this?
- Several times.

They never lifted a finger.

This is the spot?

General location.

Tracker on the
backhoe, not the best.

Not a small area to search.

I came prepared.

Detective Robertson.

It's been a month of Sundays.

What is this?

My summary of the Bosch-Borders
investigation we've been working on.

What's it say?

I'm not gotta read it for you.

Harry.

Look around.

- Anything jump out at you?
- No, just your paranoia.

Red Mazda CX-5.

Clear.

Copy.

Silver Toyota Corolla.

Tinted windows.

Keep driving.

- What?
- Just do it.

Clear.

- Make a left here.
- What are we doing?

I'm not getting caught.

No one's trying to catch us.

911, what's your emergency?

I just saw a man pointing
a gun at someone.

Corner of Highland and Waring.

He's tall and has dreadlocks.

Hurry.

Citizen report ADW in progress.

Male suspect with dreadlocks.

Armed with unknown caliber
handgun on Highland and Waring.

Morgan, did you get that?

Roger. Go ahead and roll.

6Z31. Show us responding
to an ADW in progress.

Police! Get your hands up!

Paranoid, huh?

We're good here,
Morgan. False alarm.

- No gun?
- No gun.

6Z34. Show code four
at our location.

I think we just got made.

Fuck.

So what do we do now?

It's simple. Nothing.

We don't steal, we don't sell,
we don't do anything at all.

We lay low.

- And for how long?
- I don't know.

But you better get
Nestor on board.

I'm not going to jail
for either of you fools.

Miss Chandler!

- Miss Chandler, over here.
- Oh, she's coming.

How do you feel
about your chances?

Well, I certainly
know who I voted for.

- So you're feeling pretty confident?
- Look, it's a wonderful day.

The sun is shining. People
are showing up at the polls.

- And how about that story in the Times?
- Miss Chandler!

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

Mr. District Attorney, why haven't
you cleared Harry Bosch yet?

Uh, investigations take time.

Well, the LA Times says you
know he did nothing wrong.

Don't you owe Honey
Chandler an apology?

That's a ridiculous question.

Thanks for your time.

Look forward to four more years
as your district attorney.

Fucking Robertson.

A tragic discovery as a
family of four from Northridge

now has been found dead.

The bodies of Stephen
and Kathleen Gallagher,

along with their two children,
ages just seven and eight,

were discovered late yesterday,
buried in a remote area outside Ojai.

This is Harry Bosch.
Leave me a message.

The family had been reported
missing in early October.

You were right.

Plate on the Corolla came
back to a different ride.

Fortune got spooked,
smoked us out.

I need to see my dad.

I'll cover for you.

It's not clear whether the
victims knew their assailants.

We'll keep you updated as the
story continues to unfold.

Dad.

I found them.

The Gallaghers.

They're all dead.

I know. I saw it on the news.

I knew it the whole time.

I just wanted to be wrong.

Mama, what are you doing?

Oh, I just needed a minute.

Everything okay?

Got a whole ballroom of
people waiting on you.

Yeah. I'm just, uh,
practicing my two speeches.

Two?

Honey, you know, I
might still lose,

and I would feel like shit letting down
everybody who's worked so hard for me.

And... I'm kind of like, "How
the hell did I get here?"

It was kind of a rash
decision on my part.

And I'm just... Like...
...do I actually want to win?

First of all, if you lose,
you're not letting anyone down.

We all came into this
with our eyes wide open.

And second, you are the
strongest person that I know.

And knowing you as well as I do, you
absolutely want this fucking job.

Oh, my God.

I certainly hope that's
my concession speech.

Donuts?

This is what you bring
to family dinner?

You said, "Potluck."

I said, "Pot roast."
Couldn't you make something?

I've been busy.

Really? With work
or with someone?

Easy, Mom. We all know Reina only
likes to do the interrogating.

Your sister brought donuts.

- From Trejo's.
- Mm-hmm.

Just as an appetizer.

- Where's my nephew?
- Parking the car.

You can help him bring
in the rest of the food.

Jesus.

How much did you make?

Hey, what's up, Tia Reina?

Look at you and your short hair.

Oh.

- Haven't seen you in a while.
- Mmm.

- Where you been hiding?
- Ah, you know.

- Been busy.
- Right.

Come on, your mom and my
mom are already killing me.

Oh, I bet.

Just a beer, please.

Make it two.

On me, of course.

I think they're free.

Even better.

You already know I
don't make much money.

Thanks.

Guess you lost my card.

Does it bother you?

Me being a public defender?

- No.
- Great.

'Cause you being a
cop doesn't bother me.

Look at that.

- You here alone?
- Maybe.

- You?
- Not anymore.

Does that actually
work on people?

Once in a while.

One second, she's right here.

It's the election supervisor.

This is Honey Chandler.

Thank you.

God help us...

but I am the new district
attorney of Los Angeles.

Yes!

Scott Anderson.

That's a page from my playbook.

And it wasn't the
only one I took.

- Do tell.
- Okay, I'll give you a hint.

You turn that alarm in
your office on sometimes.

Son of a bitch.

We Bosched you.

Listen, as long as we're
being honest with each other,

why don't you tell me
about Curtis Dignan?

Or don't.

The man held strong.

Kicked him loose.

I fucked up, Jimmy.

But Dockweiler,
that was on Borders.

That's what I figured.

There it is.

Gonna have her work
cut out for her.

Yeah, she can handle it.

No doubt.

So, listen, this case
I've been working...

The Gallaghers.
Heard all about it.

Landed on your desk?

I'll keep you in the loop.

Thanks.

Another lap?

You know, Shaz, I don't
think you got enough here.

But you give this old
coot whatever he wants.

Never denied him anything.

Oh.

You went above
and beyond, Jimmy.

You would've done the same.

Let's do this again soon.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like
to introduce you to my mother,

the new district attorney of
Los Angeles, Honey Chandler.

- Maddie.
- Congratulations. I am so happy for you.

Thank you for being here.

♪ Celebrate good
times Come on ♪

♪ Let's celebrate ♪

♪ Celebrate good times ♪

Thank you.

Hey, what do you recommend?

Barbacoa tacos.

Barbacoa it is.

- Give me two.
- Name?

Jimmy.

All the fucking money.

Now! Hurry up.

Get your fucking head down.

Head down!

- Wallet.
- Hey, be cool, son. Be cool. Hey.

Gonna reach for it,
okay? Just be cool.

Next time on Bosch: Legacy...

After a monthlong manhunt, we've made an
arrest in the murder of Jimmy Robertson.

Freeze!

Every member on this team has
been a prosecutor for 10 years.

You've been here for a cup of
coffee and a press conference.

I know what wins cases.

Yo, I'm tired of this shit.

About time we got out and
got after it again, huh?

You two up for
another field trip?

Just get on with it.

Anything you want to share with us
about these follow-home robberies?

Robertson was a beloved
member of this department.

We expect the charges
will reflect that?

Let's just make sure Perra doesn't fall
down a flight of stairs in our custody.

Get out ahead of it, man.

- I'm telling you...
- Man, ain't nothing to get ahead of.

Where's my motherfucking lawyer?

You just got into office. Don't
crash and burn on takeoff.

Sure you wanna go this route?

Wind's at your back.

I just know what this could mean
for all of us if we're wrong.

Justice will be done.

One way or another.