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[Bosch] Previously
on Bosch: Legacy.

[Dignan] 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.

- [Vasquez] 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.

[Mo] 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.

[crowd clamoring]

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.

[playing "Taps"]

[music continues]

[music ends]

[chattering in distance]

Hey, Mads.

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

I appreciate that.

Did you serve together?

Afghanistan.

- Hieronymus Bosch.
- [chuckles]

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

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

[chuckles] 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?
- [chuckles]

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

For Josh.

We owe him that much.

That we do.

[Bosch] 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.
- [chuckles] It was a dud.

Thank fucking Christ. [chuckles]

Well, a dumbass forgot
to arm the fuse.

- Yeah.
- What did you do?

- Change our drawers.
- [all laughing]

[laughs]

- [laughs] Hey. Uno mas?
- I got it.

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

[Gurbizs sighs]

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.

[sighs]

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...
[scoffs] 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.

[Maddie chuckles]

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 ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Oh, my, my, times
are changing ♪

[music ends]

- 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. [chuckles]

I think I can spell Murphy.

[chuckles]

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.

[sighs] What's the
status of the case?

[scoffs] 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.

[stammers] 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.

[sighs] 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. [stammers]

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.

[Bosch] 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?

[chuckles] 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.

[sighs] The department
claims there is no video.

Camera was off.

That's convenient.

[Rafferty laughs] 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.

[chattering]

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.

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

All right, well, keep at it.

- Now is the time.
- [sighs]

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

[phone buzzing]

[buzzing stops]

- Neck and neck?
- [Michelle] According to our latest polls.

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

- That is so not funny.
- [Maddie laughs]

It's a little bit
funny. [chuckles]

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.

[all laughing]

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.

[sighs]

[patrons chattering]

- Check, please.
- Of course.

[Nestor] Yeah, it's nice.

[exhales deeply] Let's go.

What's wrong?

[sighs] Two Five-Os just
parked down the street.

So? You just wait them out.

- We should leave.
- You for real?

[chuckles] Nestor, we gotta
be smart when we move.

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

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

You're overthinking it.

[sighs]

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

Baby,

drive.

Another night empty-handed.

[sighs] 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.

[chuckles] 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.

[Kathleen] Hey, honey,
are you picking flowers?

Yeah.

- [Kathleen] Are those for me...
- [phone ringing]

[Kathleen] ...or
are they for Daddy?

[Kerry] Maybe.

I am not contributing
to your campaign.

[Honey] 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.

[Stephen] Kerry-berry,
get up here. [groans]

- Come here. You got it? [groans]
- [Kerry grunts]

- [Stephen] Good job. How are ya? [groans]
- [Kerry] Good.

- [Stephen] You gonna help me dig?
- [Kerry] 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?
- [Kerry] Yeah.

[Stephen] Yeah? Where's
your brother at?

[Dockweiler] You're
wasting your time.

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

- [Dockweiler grunts] Harry Bosch. [laughs]
- [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.

- [grunts]
- [Bosch] 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.

[groans] Help! Help!
This guy's fucking crazy!

- You listen to me, motherfucker.
- [breathing heavily]

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

[Dockweiler] Fuck you!

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

[groans]

- [Edgar] Harry, you don't wanna do this.
- [Dockweiler grunting]

[Bosch] But I do.

- [Edgar] Harry, think about her.
- [Dockweiler breathes heavily]

Give me my lawyer!

[sighs]

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?
- [chuckles] 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.

[Maddie] You ever
date an attorney?

Hell no.

- [chuckles]
- Oof.

Someone caught your eye?

Potentially.

See me in my
chambers, counselor.

[both laugh]

Oh, shit.

- Oh.
- You trying to debrief him?

- [exclaims, laughs]
- Okay, that's enough.

- Heads up.
- Light blue, tinted windows.

- And just rolled a stop sign.
- [engine starts]

[Maddie] Light 'em up.

[siren wails]

License and
registration, please.

Why'd you pull me over?

Your license and
registration, por favor.

[sighs]

[in Spanish] This your car?

A friend's.

What's his name?

Nestor Gomez.

You rolled a stop sign.

I'll be right back.

[in English] You run her.
I'll chat her up a little.

I'll take my time.

[in Spanish] 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.

[in English] Are we friends now?

You can drop the español.

See you around the hood.

Cited you for failing
to make a complete stop.

- [sighs] 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. [chuckles]

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

And when it gets cold... [inhales
sharply] ...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.

[sighs]

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... [chuckles]
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. [sighs]

How far are you willing to go?

[detective] No security system.

[Robertson] 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.

[lock clicks]

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.

[Bosch] 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.

[intercom buzzes]

[neighbor] 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.

[Siobhan] Ah, Kerry.

I made her that blanket.

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

[Mo] 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.

[inhales sharply] I'm
gonna drive up to Ojai.

I'll join you.

[Maddie] 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.

[person] What is this?

[scoffs] Girl, you
got pulled over?

[chuckles]

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. [sniffs]

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.

[chuckles] I'm not
taking any chances.

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

[sighs] You let me
worry about that.

[patrons chattering]

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.

[scoffs] 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.

[chuckles] 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.

[valet] 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.

[coughs]

- 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?

[chuckles] Well, some
people thought that,

um, the department was
being played by Chandler.

What people?

Thorne. [chuckles] 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.

[sighs]

Anything else?

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

No, no.

Um, you're buying,
though, right?

Bartender?

[vacuum whirring]

[sighs]

- [phone ringing]
- [gasps] Wait, wait. Wait, wait.

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

- [ringing continues]
- Over there.

- Rita Tedesco.
- [breathes shakily]

- Just the person we're looking for.
- [Rita sighs]

Detective Robertson.

- Detective Lopez. LAPD.
- [ringing stops]

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.

[Lopez] 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?
- [Rita] 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.

[Lopez] You see that?

She's hiding something.

Yeah, you think? You
are a great detective.

Oh, fuck off.

[Bosch] 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.

- [sighs]
- 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.

[inhales sharply] 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.

[knocks on door]

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. [inhales sharply]

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.

- [Lopez] No doubts?
- None.

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

[scoffs] 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. [inhales deeply]
That's it for now.

You wanna give us a minute?

- Yeah, sure. I'll be in the car.
- [sighs]

Yeah.

- [door opens, closes]
- 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.

[door opens, closes]

[sighs]

[Bosch] 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.

- [Bosch] 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?

[Beto] 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.

[Siobhan] 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.

[Bosch] Next time
on Bosch: Legacy.

[Bosch] 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! [whimpers]

[tires squeal]

This guy shaking down
the Gallagher business?

Whatever it is ain't kosher.