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[Bosch] Previously
on Bosch: Legacy...

[Vasquez] The handbag in the
photo. Where'd your wife buy it?

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

Silver Toyota Corolla.

Tinted windows.

- [Victoria] Keep driving.
- [operator] 911, what's your emergency?

I just saw a man pointing
a gun at someone.

Police! Get your hands up!

Paranoid, huh?

- [Vasquez] False alarm.
- No gun?

- I think we just got made.
- [exhales sharply]

[Honey] Is that your son?

He was dating an older man.

One who liked to do drugs
and inject his boyfriends.

That's Patrick Currey.
He's a city councilman.

[Bosch] Found them,
the Gallaghers.

They're all dead.

The guy who did this...

[Lowry] Finbar McShane.

[Bosch] He's gone.
He's fucking gone.

Where's my nephew?

Parking the car.

Where you been hiding?

Ah, you know. Been busy.

Ladies and gentlemen, the new
district attorney of Los Angeles,

Honey Chandler.

[Robertson] What
are we now, friends?

[chuckles] Let's
do this again soon.

- [Robertson] What do you recommend?
- Barbacoa tacos.

[robber] All the fucking
money. Now. Wallet.

- Hey, be cool, son. Be cool.
- [gunshot]

[outreach 1] Good
morning, everyone.

[outreach 2] How are
you feeling today?

We've got some food and water.

Can you remember when that was?

Good morning. You
want some fruit?

I can't with my teeth.

Got a sandwich for you.

If you need anything else,
we'll be around, okay?

Hi. Veronica. This is Jeremy.

Mind if we come in?

What's your name?

Can I have two sandwiches?

Of course.

Here you go.

If you want more food, water,
we'll be here a few more hours.

Please hold this.
I'll be two minutes.

[SWAT leader] "Second floor. Second
room on the left. Red hoodie."

Fuck. Fuck.

[SWAT officer 1]
We got a runner.

- [SWAT officer 2] Hands up.
- [SWAT officer 3] Stop right there!

Freeze. Diego Perra,
you're under arrest.

Drop the backpack.

Now put your hands up and
get down on your knees.

On your knees.

Now down to your stomach.

Cuff him.

[Hughes] People of Los
Angeles, we got him.

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

And now the district attorney
would like to take a few questions.

Good morning.

And it is a very good morning.

Earlier today, LAPD SWAT
officers arrested Diego Perra,

hiding out in an abandoned
building east of downtown.

He was taken into custody without
incident or further violence.

I would like to take this opportunity,
before we get into questions,

to thank Chief Hughes, the
Los Angeles Police Department

and the rest of our law enforcement
partners for their relentless efforts,

as well as the community for
their unwavering support.

Let the arrest of Diego Perra
mark a new chapter in our city.

One in which we not
only uphold our laws,

but serve justice to
those who defend them.

I'll now take a few questions.

- Yes?
- To Jimmy.

Jimmy.

[reporter] ...try to seek the
maximum penalty under the law?

Absolutely. In this case,
I think it's warranted.

[exhales sharply]

I, um, know you
two weren't close.

More so lately.

Law catches up.

Remains to be seen.

Dad, they caught the guy.

Cold comfort.

Justice will be done.

One way or another.

♪ 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 ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Oh, my, my, times
are changing ♪

[music ends]

[record player crackling]

- [knocks on door]
- [door opens]

[door closes]

Late night?

Early morning.

You want to do this
now? Finbar McShane?

Why not?

[crackling stops]

Bank accounts and credit
cards, no activity.

Ditto phone and social media.

Man's a fucking phantom.

McShane said he bought a 30%
stake in Gallagher's business.

We find out where
that money came from,

might give us a lead on
his current whereabouts.

- It'll take time.
- Takes what it fucking takes. Right?

Right.

I'm on it.

Meanwhile, Perra's holed up in
some shithole squat way downtown.

Hear how they found
him? Anonymous tip.

- Old school.
- Hope the DA goes for the needle.

Too bad one's the limit.

Chandler has to go to special
allegations. He shot a cop.

Too bad the governor put a
moratorium on executions.

He has the rest of
his life to suffer.

Listen to you.

You know how many inmates are
on death row in California?

690, give or take.

Jesus. Jump to the front
of the line, Señor Perra.

Chandler better
get this one right.

- [guard] Turn around.
- [Perra] Go fuck yourself.

[guard] I said, turn
the fuck around.

Hands up.

[knocks on door]

I'll call you back.

Now a good time?

Yes. Good of you to stop by.

I wanted to thank you.

The smooth transition
is much appreciated.

Oh. Well, to the victor.

[stammers] This
Perra case. Solid?

He robbed a taco truck in front
of about a dozen witnesses.

Broad strokes?

Robertson's in line. He
orders, steps aside to wait.

Gunman turns on him.

- Draws focus. De-escalates.
- Well, he tries to,

but the robber points his
gun, demands Jimmy's wallet.

He starts to reach
for something.

Robber shoots him in the head.

Sweet Jesus.

[sighs] You met the
CAPOs working the case?

Just in passing.

So many new faces.

Corvus Pike, Raquel Bowers.

They're best of the best.

Good to know.

Three witnesses put Perra in the Maven Bar
drinking in the hours before the murder.

Did he go straight
to the taco truck?

We're still working on that.

But witnesses say that they saw the
shooter wearing a black ski mask,

carried a black one-shoulder backpack,
and matched Perra's height and build.

An MO that matches half a dozen
previous taco truck robberies

we think he's good for.

He shoot anyone?

First time.

Breaks the pattern.

What about ballistics?

We have the murder weapon.

Ballistics match a weapon that
was found in a black backpack,

hidden at the
girlfriend's place.

We're ready to file.

Can we prove that Perra knew Robertson
was a cop or should have known?

We're bolstering that.

Understood.

It's a bad look if we don't
file swift and stiff on Perra.

Then how do we swiftly and
stiffly tighten our case?

Well, there's one way.

Run a Perkins.

[door lock buzzes, releases]

[guard] Let's go.

Get in, Perra.

Enjoy your stay.

[door lock clicks, buzzes]

Rub them. Your wrists. Rub them.

Makes the cuff
marks last longer.

Your lawyer can take pics.

[Bowers] Undercover cop's better
than a CI in court every time.

Good call.

[cellmate on laptop] So you
the dude. Plugged that cop.

[Perra] Didn't do shit.

Fucking innocent.

Ain't we all.

Stick to your story, youngblood.

Intend to.

[cellmate] They jammed me up.

Said I had five ounces.

- Wasn't more than two.
- [sighs] Shit, man.

I rolled a few taco trucks,
but I ain't kill no one.

Much less a cop. I
wasn't even there.

[cellmate] Better hope
somebody can vouch.

[Perra] Man, I was
asleep at home.

Dead drunk.

Tied one on that night.

My coz? They said
he popped a cop.

Jury gave him life without.

Get out ahead of it, man.

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

I take money, not lives.

More charges on the robberies.

We'll put them on his tab.

Man, yo, fuck this shit. Yo! Yo!

Where's my motherfucking lawyer?

[sighs] That's that.

He just invoked.
Perkins is kaput.

Well, it's a start.

Whoever represents him is
in for a rude awakening.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Smoked you again, fool.

0 for ten.

[Nestor groans] Yo, I'm
tired of this shit, man.

Yeah, I know.

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

- [Albert sighs]
- Too soon. Heat's still high.

[scoffs] Starving, man.

It's a month of starving.

I'm hungry, dog. Ain't you?

He's right. We can't
hunker down forever.

[clears throat] We get
pinched, money won't matter.

- Well, man's gotta eat, right?
- Girls too.

Hey. Hey, baby, come here.

- [Victoria sighs]
- Come on.

[sighs]

[chuckles] Okay.

Let's liquidate
some of the merch.

That'll float us a
minute. You down?

Yeah, that's fine.
Just say when.

Consider any old contacts burned
and be smart about who you sell to.

Hey, guess what?

Perra just lawyered up and
his attorney wants to meet.

L. Roman Stallworth.

The Stalwart. Interesting.

Irritating.

Guy's shoulder to shoulder
with us for ten years,

then joins the dark
side and spills our tea.

Well, you don't have to like
him, but let's respect him.

He's a formidable opponent.

I'll set the meeting.

Make it for tonight.

That's quick.

Why wait?

You've got the wrong man.

Diego Perra did
not kill Robertson.

The evidence would
argue otherwise.

So does this
cloak-and-dagger meeting.

I'm here, and not grandstanding in the
DA's office, out of respect for you.

Oh, please.

Your respect for me ended the
second your billable hours began.

Diego's interview
was quite short.

Was it?

I suspect the police
ran a Perkins on him.

Your silence speaks volumes.

Shall we order? I'm starving.

- [sighs]
- What are we looking at?

Footage from the night of.

My client returning
home from the Maven Bar.

Inebriated.

Twelve minutes later,
a sober man exits.

When I put that in front of a jury,
they'll think it's two different guys.

And this footage just
magically appeared?

Neighbor moved
the camera around.

Cops must have missed it.

I'm not exactly sure what
you think you have here.

The only thing I need.

Groundwork for reasonable doubt.

You just got into office.

Don't crash and burn on takeoff.

Shall we order?

He sobered up quickly.

You think you maybe
got the wrong guy?

I think this could... And I stress,
"could" leave us open to reasonable doubt.

Whatever you need.

Here's a copy of the
Robertson murder book.

This has to be sub rosa.

Media, people, cops are
all with you on Perra.

Sure you wanna go this route?

- Wind's at your back.
- True.

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

A fine piece.
Where'd you get it?

My tío. He passed.

Condolences.

Were you close?

He left me his watch, didn't he?

So, how much?

Call it 1,200.

Aight. Deal.

Just need your ID.

[exhales sharply]
Left it at home.

I'm sorry. No ID, no deal.

I could lose my license.

All right. I'll be back.

- I'll be here.
- [door buzzes]

[Mo] Popping pills like candy and
guzzling Patrón like Pellegrino.

It appears Mr. Currey
likes to party.

Yeah, I wish he worked
this hard at City Council.

- [chuckles]
- Anyone leave with him?

No takers yet.

[Honey] Seems he has a type.

- Definite preference.
- [knocks on door]

Keep me posted.

Chief Hughes on two.

Got it.

[inhales deeply]

Chief, how can I help?

[Hughes] Thought you'd
like to know Diego Perra

is being processed for
booking at lightning speed.

- Good to hear.
- Hmm.

How's the case coming?

- Well, we got Perra to bite on a Perkins.
- I heard.

And his confession
to prior robberies

helps paint the picture
of a career criminal

and low-level gangbanger.

So you'll be filing
charges soon.

At the appropriate time.

Detective Jimmy Robertson was a
beloved member of this department.

We expect the charges
will reflect that.

Well, let's just make sure Perra
doesn't fall down a flight of stairs

in our custody.

Will do.

Thank you.

[Bosch] Chrono's wired tight.

Gonna need an image of
the timeline blown up.

Crime scene photos too.

I'll handle that.

You were close?

Close enough.

Court of public opinion's
already convicted Perra.

And honestly, I can see why.

We can start by verifying
those witness statements.

Get off our asses,
knock on doors.

Listen, Mo.

- Way I spoke before...
- Harry...

No, just let me finish.

It was unacceptable.

Cool.

[Bosch] What'd you see?

[witness] Guy came out of
nowhere. Pulled a piece.

What did he look like?

Couldn't really tell.

Dark green hoodie,
black ski mask.

- See his face?
- No. Like I said,

"Dark green hoodie,
black ski mask."

After he pulled the gun?

I hit the dirt, man. I
didn't see shit after.

Any distinguishing marks?

[inhales deeply] A
tattoo on his wrist.

Like the end of something
coming out of his sleeve.

You mean like a pipe? Or handle?

I don't wanna
guess. I don't know.

See anything else?

Not face down on the
floor of my truck.

Just heard that poor
cop say, "Be cool."

And then bang.

I started to run but
I tripped, fell down.

You saw him shoot the cop?

I only heard a bang, and
the cop, he just dropped.

You mentioned a boyfriend
in your statement.

We gave our information to the police.
I'm not sure what happened from there.

You want me to call him?

No, I'd rather speak
to him in person.

Can I get his name?

Jason Swift.

Here.

"Cheryl Bradley, see statement."

"Jason Swift, see
girlfriend's statement."

Didn't they see the same thing?

That's what the
beat cops assumed.

So, nobody talked
to Jason Swift.

Let's go.

Camera probably moved
before we canvassed it.

You can't find
what you can't see.

All right. So, what else is
out there that we don't have?

We have Perra's timeline.

But not his whereabouts
between the bar and the murder.

- All our bases are covered.
- No. Not all.

[Pike sighs]

What else is it that you want?

Anything that can either
support or negate this video.

What did Perra drink
at the bar? How many?

What time did he leave?

Did he go somewhere either
before or after the murder?

We've worked all that ground.

Rework it.

We need to undermine this video.

Perra's already confessed
to the previous robberies.

Guys, we cannot simply
ignore this video.

Now, I realize I'm asking for the moon.
So what else do you need to get there?

Extra paralegal.

Maybe two.

I'll give you four,
but get going.

When the gunman demanded his money,
how did Detective Robertson react?

Put his hands up, went for his
pocket, said, "I'm reaching for it."

His pocket?

His back pocket.

- Could you show me?
- Yeah. Uh...

Like, uh, reaching
for his wallet.

You're sure it was that side?

Hundred percent.

Did Detective Robertson make
any kind of threatening moves?

No, sir.

He said, uh, "Be cool."
And the guy just shot him.

Got a thread.

Need to see the
crime scene photos.

Robertson had his hands up,

reaches for his wallet which
was in his back left pocket.

Gun's on his right. So's his
badge. Which Perra could've seen.

So why does a guy who's never shot
anyone in any of his previous robberies

gun down a cop on this one?

You got me.

[Bosch] Let's see
that aerial photo.

Only one camera had a line
of sight of the murder.

Murder book says camera was BO?

[Bosch] Broken order.

It wasn't working.

- Can you describe his behavior?
- Ah. Jittery. Trying to stay cool.

Can you give us his description?

I'll do you one better.

Look familiar?

Nestor Gomez. We worked this clown up
for one of the follow-home robberies.

Vics couldn't give an ID,

but given he's trying to hock their
stolen watch, I'd say he's good for it.

What else?

We pulled over a blue CR-V a while
back registered to a Nestor Gomez,

but he wasn't driving.

A Victoria Hernandez was.

We had to let her
walk with a ticket.

Girl got IDed by that studio
owner, selling stolen goods.

A month ago. Nestor has stolen goods
right now, so why not roll him up?

We do, Victoria goes to
ground. Other triggerman too.

Nestor Gomez is not the brains
of this operation. She is.

So what do you guys wanna do?

Get up on her phone, rattle
her cage, see who she sings to.

We obtained a new video.

Every second of Perra entering the
Maven Bar right up to his departure.

And more witnesses.

So the bartender said he had
three vodka tonics over two hours.

Hardly enough to
be stumbling drunk.

We also have intermittent video of Perra
driving in the direction of his home,

and after that, a pit
stop at the crime scene.

And nothing to
indicate he was DWI.

And Stallworth's video?

We didn't know
about that camera.

Neither did Perra.

And it doesn't exonerate
him. It incriminates him.

The new evidence is intriguing, his
alcohol consumption in particular.

But I don't think it's
enough to win over a jury.

I have tried over 90 cases.

I know what a jury will buy.

As do I.

Give us the room.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Every member on this team has been
a prosecutor for ten years, minimum.

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

and you're treating us like
first-year law students.

Guiding with a firm hand.
Given the state of the office.

You think we like the tailspin
we've been in the last four years?

Cases tossed. Charges not filed.

We are gutted and disheartened.

And that is why I ran for DA.

Oh, please.

The election's over.

You know... [scoffs]

...a lot of people think that you are
a breath of fresh air, a spot of hope.

Me? Not so much.

I know what wins cases.

We prosecute in this office.

You wanna win? You
have to be perfect.

You want us to do more? We will.

But you need to give us
the resources to do that.

I will authorize extra funding.

Transcribing, experts,
interns, video. Your call.

We're burning the
candle at both ends.

Forty hours comp time. For
you and your entire team.

But the proof's in the pudding.

[door opens]

Jesus Christ.

Welcome. Dine-in or pick up?

We'll be eating in.

- [host] Just the two of you?
- Yes.

Hello. Right this way.

[in Spanish] I'll
take this table.

[parent] You sure?

Yes, go rest your feet, Moma.

[in English] I leave you fine officers
in the hands of my wonderful daughter.

Lovely.

Why don't you join us?

Make it quick. I got work.

We could talk to
your folks instead.

Just get on with it.

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

Follow-home what?

We have you driving a blue CR-V
registered to a Nestor Gomez.

He's a primary suspect in an
armed robbery investigation.

I just borrowed a friend's car.

Witness IDed you selling merchandise
stolen during those robberies.

That clear anything up?

Fortune.

Your witness is confused.

Maybe you should know...

you're not the only one selling.

What's this supposed
to mean to me?

Come on, Victoria,
don't play dumb.

You drive his car, you hang out.

Nestor's your compadre, right?

[scoffs] I don't know what
Nestor does when I'm not around.

If you don't know about
this pawn shop business,

it's gotta make you wonder
what else he's up to.

I don't know
anything about this.

Maybe you should talk to Nestor.

Maybe we already did.

[chuckles] All right.

[chuckles] Place a to-go
order 'cause I'm busy.

[phone buzzes]

[Maddie] We're just leaving.

How'd it go?

Think we gave her
something to think about.

We're up on her phone.

Let you know when she sings.

Can't wait to wipe the
smile off that bitch's face.

Told the cops. It wasn't
working that night.

All four cameras were out?

Distorted image, blurry focus.

When did they stop working?

Late the night before the
shooting. About, uh, 3:00 a.m.-ish.

- Working now?
- [owner] I replaced them two days after.

No problems.

Thanks for your time.

What?

You just reach over the
wall, nobody sees you.

You rub the right magnet over the cameras,
it blurs focus and distorts image.

So, intentional.

I'd lay money on it.

You could see
everything from here.

Could have.

Jimmy leaves Boardner's on Cherokee,
walks across that parking lot.

Taco truck was here.

Jimmy orders, steps aside.

The shooter comes up on
him, kills him right here.

Shooter runs that way, gets in his car,
hauls ass down Hollywood Boulevard.

Fucking thin air.

Those cameras would
have caught all of this.

Rendered inoperable hours
before Robertson's death.

Maybe this murder
wasn't so random.

Someone made damn sure
it couldn't be seen.

I keep waiting for a call.
And I know it's not coming.

Anything I can help you with?

That's kind.

No, no.

I've... I've, um,

a cousin, uh, from Boston
coming to help sort and pack.

And, um...

I'm on my way home.

To Dublin.

There's nothing to keep me here.

It's one funeral.

Four coffins.

The mortuary people were
so kind. They, um...

Mahogany. It's what
they suggested.

Even for the... [breathes shakily]
...even for the little ones.

[cries]

I'll, uh...

reach out to you
if anything breaks.

I feel, uh...

like I failed you somehow.

No, you've done everything.

All you could.

Not all.

Got a hit on Victoria Hernandez's phone.
After your visit, she sent a text.

"LG @ 8."

Lemon Grove Park.

Who did she send the text to?

A burner. So we don't
know who she's meeting.

Maybe Nestor. I'ma take a bite out
of his dumb ass for selling stupid.

Lemon Grove Park isn't that
big. We shouldn't roll hard.

You two up for
another field trip?

[Mo] McShane owned a truck stop in Albany
before he hooked up with Gallagher.

Business was failing.

Then it burned down,

and that fire was the best thing that ever
happened to his raggedy-ass truck stop.

Insurance settlement.

How he bought a
stake in Gallagher's.

Also kicked up a
federal investigation.

Interstate commercial business.

McShane doesn't have a record.

Feds dismissed the charges?

Never filed them.

But I peeped the case file, and
many a sealed documents lie within.

Could be anything.

Warrants. Affidavits.

There's a special declaration.

Feds trying to hide
somebody. Or some thing.

But sealed federal
files are kept in a box.

There is no way we
get access to those.

[sighs]

Let me take a stab.

From my personal collection.

This is stored somewhere other
than county property, I assume.

Just outside it.

Looks like you
found a new witness.

Investigators did.

And with the funds that you're
providing, we're hiring two more.

Good. Who's the witness?

[smacks lips, sighs]
Girlfriend's neighbor.

Saw Perra's car leave
the girlfriend's place

about an hour or so after
Robertson was killed.

Stashing the murder weapon.

[Pike] Mm-hmm.

Look, I have to apologize.

Things got a little heated and I
must admit I was a-a bit skeptical.

A bit.

Downright dubious and hoping
for my speedy departure.

[chuckles]

Well, regardless,
you kept your word.

At the end of the day,
that's all we have.

That's a bromide,
but I appreciate it.

[exhales sharply]
Perra's going down.

Wish they were more punctual.

Not my overtime.

I'd wait all night for
another shot at this chick.

I've got eyes on the target.

We're on. It's her.

She's meeting with some dude.

Nobody came in or out.

[Vasquez] He was already here.

That dumbass Nestor tried
to sell at a pawnshop.

I said, "Be smart." He's
on camera selling hot.

No way. They can't prove
he knew it was stolen.

It ain't shit.

Cops came at me in my parents' restaurant.
So don't tell me, "It ain't shit."

Collapse on you?

Hold position.

Nestor or any other possibles
come in or out, holler.

Copy.

Mi amor, if they had anything
they'd have pulled you in.

Same with Nestor.

He keeps acting a
fool, they might.

[Maddie] Status update?

Nada. They're just talking.

We gotta talk to him.

I'll talk with him.
You relax, all right?

Look... [sighs]

[no audible dialogue]

Did you see who she was with?

Too dark to make out a face.

[sighs] This report's
gonna be fun to write.

I'll handle it.

One of the witnesses said
Robertson wasn't going for his gun.

He was reaching for his wallet.

Can you corroborate that?

Camera that could was disabled
the night before the murder.

This shooter planned ahead.

I think he knew
Robertson was a cop.

Harry, what's your gut on this?

Robertson was assassinated.

[Bosch] Next time
on Bosch: Legacy...

We are here in the matter of
The People versus Diego Perra.

District Attorney Honey
Chandler for The People.

Sealed federal documents.
That is a fool's errand.

You don't think I
can get eyes on them.

- [chuckles] I know you can't.
- You're on.

A heads-up would have been nice.

But would look a lot worse
if the case fell apart.

[person] Someone's
been asking about you.

Word to the wise. I can be a
friend to you, Honey Chandler.

- What's the plan?
- [Morrison] Tail Nestor Gomez.

[Albert] We just lay low, okay?

[Maddie] Could this be our
other follow-home knucklehead?

[tires screech]

Auntie. Was I
speeding or something?

We need to talk.

Need your help.

What kind?

[Bosch] Address on that
ticket is from this garage.

Exact time and place
Jimmy was murdered.

Another officer might
be crossing a line.

You have to decide how much of the
gray you're willing to live in.