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[Bosch] Previously
on Bosch: Legacy...

[Maddie] He never talks about
his time in the service.

One time, we cajoled some
friendlies into some intel

on where the local Taliban bomb
maker was plying his trade.

Your father dragged that
dirtbag back in the cave.

Then he blew up the cave.

I just heard a story about
his time in Afghanistan.

Just got me wondering what
other secrets does he have?

- [groans]
- [Bosch] You listen to me, motherfucker.

You got two eyes...

Well, who needs a warrant.

We're Bosching Bosch.

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

Dignan was in the same
cellblock as Preston Borders.

Same cellblock as Dockweiler.

Look into it.

This investigation is
a "Chief's Special".

You can't talk to
anyone about this.

Not even your father.

These two hooligans
pulled in behind us.

What were they driving?

Uh, a light blue SUV.

And just rolled a stop sign.

[scoffs] Girl, you
got pulled over?

- Can't use your car anymore.
- Why?

I'm not taking any chances.

My name's Siobhan Murphy.

My family's missing. They
vanished a month ago. Not a trace.

[Bosch] A family of four
doesn't just disappear.

[Siobhan] I made
her that blanket.

She takes it everywhere.

[whimpers]

Mommy?

Daddy?

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[breathes shakily]

[breathing shakily]

[screams]

♪ 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]

[police radio chatter]

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Yeah.

Clean.

Too clean.

How often they come up here?

Uh, once in a blue moon.

[Bosch] Your guys good?

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

The little girl was
attached to that blanket.

She never went
anywhere without it.

[sighs] Not good, is it?

Not good.

[chuckles]

Well, I can tell by
the look on your face.

Nothing?

Nothing at all?

No.

[sighs]

On the plus side, no
signs of foul play.

No blood.

No forced entry or any
kind of a struggle.

And her blankie? That...
That must be a sign.

It is.

That they were here.

[sighs] Where did they go?

Mexico?

Oh, honestly, I... I
just can't picture it.

I'll reach back out to my
contact at the Baja Police,

see if there's anything new.

Yeah, I gotta get back.

Need to follow up on
Gallagher's business.

Yeah, I'm gonna, um, stick
around for a few days.

Just ask around.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll be in touch.

Uh, when you're ready, call and, uh,
I'll come back and get you, okay?

How did you stand it?

That must've been hell.

It was hell.

Unbearable.

But you bear it.

Hour by hour.

Don't lose hope.

I wouldn't.

Won't.

I won't.

[phone buzzes]

- Hey, Dad.
- [Bosch] She answers.

I thought you were ducking me.

Come on. I'm busy.

I'll let you go.

Lunch this week if
you can fit me in?

I... I might actually
have on-call court so...

Okay.

- Okay.
- [whines]

Mmm. Play it by ear.

Something wrong?

Seem a little off.

[inhales sharply]

Everything's fine.

I'm just kinda in a hurry.

You know where I'm at.

Love you.

What do you got?

We got a card in Bosch's name.

Cash withdrawals.

Five hundred bucks a month?

Mm-hmm. Deposits to
Border's canteen account.

Same amounts. Made by his wife.

Can you tie Bosch
to the deposits?

- Not yet.
- I wanna take a run at him.

Borders?

Lock him into a story.

Yeah. Brief me the minute
you get back from Wasco.

You interviewed
Officer Bosch yet?

We had a chat.

Didn't get much.

You think she'll
tip off her dad?

We warned her it's
a "Chief's Special."

If she does, it's strike two.

Son of a bitch. I said, "No
cheese, extra guac." What do I get?

Extra cheese, no guac.

Do you want to trade?

Tempting as that sounds,
I think I'll pass.

Fuck it. I'm not waiting
in that line again.

What's with you today?

Nothing.

Bullshit. Something's up.

I can't tell you.

Because?

'Cause I don't want you
to have to lie for me.

I'm a big girl.

You're my partner.
You're my boot.

I'm not your boot.

You'll always be my boot.

I can take care of myself.

Spill.

There's, um... [sighs]

...an investigation going on and
they told me I can't tell anybody.

Not even my dad.

You're right.

I don't wanna have
to lie for you.

Keep your lips zipped
and say nothing.

Gotcha.

You don't know where
this thing's going.

Might just die on the vine.

- Can I help you?
- I'm looking for Sheila Walsh.

We spoke on the phone.

Ah.

You must be Harry Bosch.

I am.

- Thanks for making the time.
- Of course.

Finbar will join
us in the office.

And speak of the devil.

- Howdy.
- Hey.

I'd like to talk to
you both separately.

Why?

That's how it's
done. By the book.

How old is the
Gallagher business?

Uh, Stephen started the
company 10 years ago.

I was his first hire.

- He trusted you.
- He did.

You trust him?

- Like family.
- That can be a low bar.

[chuckles] Tell me about it.

When did you come aboard?

Gallagher's went
through a downturn.

Needed cash.

What was your stake?

Thirty percent.

[Bosch] Good investment?

Yeah. If I live long enough and
make back half what I put in,

I'll consider myself lucky.

Looking to sell?

No. No, I'm definitely
in it for the long haul.

Who else has access
to the company?

[sighs] We use outside vendors to
repair and service our heavy equipment.

Recently, 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.

That must have pissed you off.

Yeah, I could have
strangled him.

But I didn't. [chuckles]

How much did he take?

Uh, ballpark?

- Million.
- A million.

- That we know of.
- Maybe more.

I understand you put
together a packet for LAPD.

Employee roster.

List of business
accounts. Bank records.

I'd like a copy.

The police already
have everything.

Here's the thing.

Stephen Gallagher's
mother-in-law hired me.

She's not going anywhere
until she gets some answers

about what happened
to her family.

Okay.

Thanks.

Let me ask you a question.

You notice anything
different about him recently?

Uh, mood? Demeanor?

Excited. High spirits.

Looking forward to going to their
cabin in Ojai with great anticipation.

[scoffs] A real family vacation.

Cops said they found
his car at the border.

Car was.

One tentative sighting of
the family. None since.

So, uh, tell me, Mr. Bosch,
what's your best guess?

That's between me and my client.

[Honey] Really? Debate prep?

I haven't had to do
this since law school.

Yeah, well, this is
a different beast.

You're inching ahead in the
polls. Time to go for the jugular.

All right. Could be interesting.
I haven't done radio before.

Mama, isn't this what you do
for a living? Argue? Debate?

Yes, dear.

This is not quite the same.

And please, don't tell
me to just be myself.

That would be scary.

Remember. Strong,
but not shrill.

- Sense of humor.
- What about it?

- Don't forget you have it.
- [Honey chuckles]

Archer will come out swinging.

Ready?

All right.

Bring it, Mr. District Attorney.

Take your best shot.

Yours or mine?

Yours.

[door buzzes]

Preston Borders.

Who are you?

Recognize him?

- That's Termite.
- Curtis Dignan.

Okay. Termite to me.

I heard he got out.

Why don't you tell us
about your relationship?

[scoffs] My relationship?

We play checkers.

He cheats.

At checkers.

- Did you know that?
- Answer the question.

What's this about?

Who puts the money
on your books?

My lovely wife, Rita.

[Robertson] Five
hundred a month.

Your wife's cleaning
toilets and mopping floors.

Where she get it?

Your burner call history.

All right. Two numbers.
First one's your wife.

Turn that off.

It just appeared one day.

Found it when I came
back from breakfast.

A missed call. I returned it.

Imagine my surprise.

Harry Bosch.

[Lopez] Who's it from?

The phone, who put
it in your cell?

Nuh-uh.

Not so fast.

You haven't even
asked me what I want.

You haven't told us
what you've done.

What'd you and Bosch talk about?

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

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

- [line rings]
- [Siobhan] Hello?

- Siobhan?
- Mr. Bosch. Any news?

Beto says you've been tacking up
flyers all over Ventura County.

Yeah. Yeah, I've been keeping
busy. Uh, or else I'll go mad.

I can't sleep and...

No, I-I know your
intentions are good but,

you know, you're gonna
muddy the waters.

Attract crank calls,

false tips. It'll deplete
limited resources.

[scoffs]

Is that the full list
of my transgressions?

I can't just sit here on
my arse doing nothing.

I understand. Look, I-I know it's
agony for you, but you hired me.

I'm on it.

Okay.

So, what am I
supposed to do now?

Come back to LA.

I'll come get you.

No, no. That's fine.
I can make my own way.

Thank you.

[Borders] You're on a big, fat
fishing expedition, Detective.

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

What's his ask?

Transfer to Lancaster,
closer to his wife.

What if he's looking to just
get out of Wasco for the day?

A little fresh air, wave to the
wife, remember how free people live.

You think he has
a story to tell?

There's the original call
from Borders to Bosch...

- To Bosch's phone.
- ...which we've heard.

Borders says to Maddie Bosch,

"Tell your dad I did what he
asked. I took care of it."

Then there's the video of Bosch
assaulting Dockweiler while in custody,

threatening to
gouge his eyes out.

Yeah, I found that hard to
watch. That's very disturbing.

[Robertson] Multiple burner-to-burner
calls between Borders and Bosch.

Anything else?

Possible money trail from Bosch
to Borders, involving his wife.

Then there's Curtis Dignan. Ex-con
recently paroled from Wasco.

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

Sounds like conspiracy
to me. [sighs]

All right, let's get Borders
in front of a grand jury.

Hand on a Bible.

It goes where it goes. [sighs]

[Mo] Combed through every
name on the employee list,

matched them against payroll,

and I found a former employee who was
on the payroll but not on the list.

Justin Boatman. Who's he?

Sheila Walsh's son.

- No shit.
- Mmm.

Got a record.

Drugs, theft,
aggravated assault.

So, a junkie.

Hmm. Sounds like.

Mama left him off the list.

Slipped her mind.

It's gotta be tough when your
kid grows up to be a fuck-up.

[Bosch] Hi.

Justin Boatman?

Over there.

[Bosch] Thank you.

Justin Boatman?

He don't work here no more.

I wanna ask you a few questions.

I said he ain't here,
and I'm busy, man.

You tell me fairy tales, next
stop's gonna be your PO, shit bird.

Let's talk about
Stephen Gallagher.

Nothing to say about him. Wherever
the fuck he and his family are.

That's my first question.

You know where they went?

Fuck you! Oh!

- Deep breaths.
- [groans]

Let the good air in.

Get the bad air out.

Motherfucker.

Why did Gallagher fire you?

[pants] I borrowed
some petty cash.

- Stole it, you mean.
- I was gonna pay it back, I swear.

[breathes heavily]

Fucking Gallagher's
the real thief.

- Your mother know what he was up to?
- [exhales sharply]

She did the books.
How could she not?

There was a lot of shady shit going on
at that company, and I am not your guy.

[Justin breathes deeply]

I could sue you, you know?

[breathes shakily]
Police brutality.

I'm retired.

Breitling Bentley.

Goes for nine G's.

Let you have it for three.

[scoffs] That's kind of steep.

Fine.

Um, hold on.

- Throw in one of them rings.
- Hey, motherfucker.

[chuckles] I look like
a swap meet to you?

[laughs]

[Victoria chuckles]

You know what?

Four more studios within
five blocks of here.

Watch.

I'm just playing,
boo. You know me.

Mr. Bosch.

I could have you arrested.

So, what else about
your story is bullshit?

[Finbar] Is there a problem?

She left her son's name off the
list. That's called obstruction.

It's an inadvertent mistake.

Easily rectified.

LAPD could turn this
place inside out.

Okay. I think it's
time for you to leave.

I'll bet you do.

[sighs]

Shaking the tree?

Let's see what falls out.

Right now she's calling you
an insufferable asshole.

- I've been called worse.
- Oh, yes, you have.

Ooh, just this second. You
wanna know what they're saying?

No.

Nah, what the fuck is this?

Fifty-fifty. Me, you two.

[Nestor] Yo, this
split is whack.

We put in the work,
we each get a third.

Risk and reward,
Fortune. Like you preach.

[sighs]

When your sorry ass can sit
in one of these high-end spots

without getting
shuffled on, we'll talk.

[sighs] That ain't right.

[inhales sharply]
Excuse me, motherfucker?

Nothing.

[sighs]

You guys find a hidey-hole
for this new merch yet?

[chuckles]

'Course not.

And you wanna come at
me for a bigger split?

Aight!

[inhales deeply]

I'm gonna go find us another ride and
try to move the rest of this weight.

- [exhales deeply, groans]
- [sighs]

[Nestor] Twenty-five
percent cut?

Some bullshit.

Shit ain't worth the
risk we're taking, man.

[Nestor sighs]

You know, maybe it's
time we up our game. Hmm?

[Honey] The police are
utterly disheartened

by your failure to enforce the
law, and the public is terrified.

I have a positive and productive working
relationship with local law enforcement.

Who's endorsed you?

Really. I...

It's not the Police Protective League.
It's not the County Chiefs' Association.

I've been endorsed by both.

Mr. Archer, would
you like to respond?

As our friend, Larry Mantle, can
tell us, silence makes for bad radio.

[Larry] Mr. Archer.

Let's talk about relations
between law enforcement

and the office of
District Attorney.

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.

[Archer] Your close
friend and associate.

[Honey] That's right.

Did you know when you hired him
that he was under investigation

for conspiracy to commit murder?

Whoa, whoa. [stammers] That's
a serious, serious allegation.

[Archer] Is it true?

I have no knowledge of any
investigation concerning Harry Bosch.

My office, in coordination with the
LAPD, is conducting the inquiry.

Well, Larry, perhaps
she'll have more to say

as the investigation into her
associate, Mr. Bosch, unfolds.

[Larry stammers] Let's
pause for a moment.

You're listening to the AirTalk LA
County DA Debate on LAist, 89.3.

[turns radio off]

[line ringing]

[Maddie] I'm not
here. Leave a message.

[line beeps]

Mads, it's me.

Call me back as soon
as you get this.

I need to give you a
heads-up on something.

[sighs]

Fuck it.

- Hieronymus Bosch?
- Yeah.

A subpoena to appear
before a grand jury.

You've been served.

[sighs]

[reporter] A bombshell claim at tonight's
LA County District Attorney debate

on AirTalk with Larry Mantle.

- You don't answer your phone.
- I've been busy.

- You heard the debate?
- Yeah.

We need to talk.

Can I come in?

[sighs]

[reporter] ...LAPD
homicide detective,

now under investigation for
his part in the death of...

[scoffs] I don't know
how you listen to this.

...died under suspicious cir...

It's bullshit. It'll go away. Well,
there's gonna be some fallout, but...

Um... [sniffs] ...Robertson
and Lopez stopped by.

What?

Why didn't you tell me?

They said it was a
"Chief's Special".

That I wasn't supposed to
tell anybody, especially you.

- I think you're in the crosshairs too.
- Yeah, you think?

What do I do?

Report it. First thing. Say I came
by, you didn't tell me anything.

How could I, Dad? I
don't know anything.

Is this about Dockweiler?

Okay.

Mads...

nothing to tell.

Now, I swear on your
mother's memory,

I had nothing to do with
Dockweiler's murder.

What about Afghanistan?

[chuckles]

Eleanor's fucking memory.

[breathes shakily]

Mom's memory.

What is wrong with you?

Please leave.

[stammers] Mads.

Okay.

[door opens]

[door closes]

We are outside the
home of Honey Chandler

who has so far declined to
comment on the bombshell

DA Emmitt Archer dropped
in tonight's radio debate

in the race to be the
next district attorney.

Any minute now, they're
gonna storm the Bastille.

This should take the edge off.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

[knocks on door]

It's Harry. Should we let him in

- or throw him to the mob?
- I'll get him.

Get in here.

Jesus, Harry. What do you mean
showing up here like this?

I got subpoenaed.

- Grand jury?
- Preston Borders production.

So it's bullshit?

Jimmy Robertson caught the case.

Means Archer has something
or thinks he does.

Okay.

I have someone inside
Archer's campaign.

[puts glass down]

- Michelle.
- Harry.

I'm sorry. I-I didn't
mean to be rude.

Don't mind me.

Darling, would you mind?

Plausible deniability and all.

[Michelle] Good night.

[chuckles] You have any idea how
much I've been thinking about you?

[Borders chuckles] Are
you coming to see me soon?

Counting the days, honey bunny.

All right. Just don't
put it off, okay?

I'm wasting away
here without you.

You know I wouldn't
leave you high and dry.

[chuckles] All right.

Time's up. I love you.

Love you more.

Bye.

[machine grinding]

How's the Pres? He
talk dirty to you?

Pres is groovy.

How are you guys?

Yeah, we're about done.

Me too.

Me fucking too.

[phone rings]

Something fall out of the tree?

Yeah. Just emailed
you an audio file.

Finbar McShane and Sheila Walsh.

Let me find it.

[Finbar] Just heard from
our friend on Signal.

Deal's on for tomorrow
night. There's a catch.

[Sheila] There always is.

[Finbar] It's for
less than before.

[Sheila scoffs] Just like that?

Did you haggle?

[Finbar] Best and final.

Do I need to remind you what happens
to people who fuck with this guy?

What do you think?

Son's right.

- Shady shit going on at that company.
- Mm-hmm.

But with who?

Well, we find out
tomorrow night.

[Robertson] Captain.

Archer fucked us. Going
public screwed the pooch.

We gotta put this
thing into overdrive.

[sighs] Okay.

Where do we stand on the
wiretap for Bosch's house?

We left that phone out there because
we were working on getting a wiretap.

The cat's out of the bag now.

You can kiss that wiretap
and phone goodbye.

Surveillance on Dignan?

You put a tail on Dignan,
he meets with Bosch,

all we have is a meet.

Dignan's on parole.

I trust you can be persuasive.

[whispers] Asshole.

Oh, man. Perfect.

Bosch, I'm working here.

Catch the news?

District Attorney just went
public. He's convened a grand jury.

- Drop your name?
- Why the hell do you think I'm here?

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

Do not lie to me.

Never said a word.

Swear.

Let me tell you something. 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.

Well, buys both of us some time.

Supposed to hook up with my PO.

But right after that.

[Lopez] We're a day
late and a dollar short.

He's covering his tracks.

What now?

We gotta come at
this a different way.

[Lopez] You're not gonna
take a run at Dignan.

Got other plans for Dignan.

All right. It's
almost closing time.

[phone chimes]

"No sales. Let's skip."

[exhales sharply] Fuck, man.

We're starving out here.

- Man, fuck that.
- [sighs]

Yeah, you see that?

[driver] Thank you very much.

[Albert] Red purse?

[phone chimes]

[Albert] "Reeks
military or cop. No go."

[scoffs] Shit, your
girlfriend's tripping.

Cops eat here? I don't think so.

[phone vibrates]

What's it gonna be, man? Hmm?

- [line ringing]
- Pick up.

- [phone vibrates]
- Roll out or roll over?

[Albert] I ain't
here. Leave a message.

[scoffs]

[chuckles]

Stupid ass motherfuckers.

All right, they're
turning. Kill the lights.

[Albert] All right.

Let's make this
shit good, Flaco.

- So good, baby.
- Dessert twice?

Uh, yeah, that sounds
like a good deal.

I'll take it.

- Get the fuck out of the car.
- [Albert] Get out! Now!

- Oh, my God.
- [Albert] Let go!

[grunting]

- Let go or I pop you.
- Oh, my God! [screams]

- Fucking punk. [grunts]
- Honey... Oh, my God! My necklace.

Yo, Flaco, he's strapped.

- Oh, my God. [sobs] My necklace.
- [Albert grunts]

[Nestor] Come on, man. Drive!

Drive, drive!

- [Nestor] Oh, shit. [chuckles]
- [panting]

[both panting]

I heard someone scream.

I went out to see.

I heard the shot.

Just the one shot?

One's plenty.

I went back inside
and called 911.

Anything else?

Lots of screaming and yelling.

Some in Spanish.

What were they saying?

One guy called the
other guy Flaco.

[breathes deeply]

Thank you.

Appreciate it.

Hey, what's Flaco mean?

Skinny.

Got three cousins go by Flaco.

Run the names anyway.

Probably get the
phone book back.

- Where's my mom?
- [both] Running late.

Thought she'd be here by now.
Said she had an errand to run.

[sighs] Seen the polls?

[groans]

Never look at them
on an empty stomach.

Mmm. Well, have a blueberry
muffin and face reality.

That bad?

We're experiencing a little dip
in the numbers at the moment.

Which is happy talk for
we're sinking in the polls.

Mo.

Come here.

Video up?

And

rolling.

- McShane.
- Mmm.

- Jumpy.
- Mm-hmm.

- He's on the move. Let's tip.
- Mmm.

So much for my eyes and ears.

It caught all of us by surprise.

Yeah. Well, some
more than others.

- I'll make it up to you.
- You bet you will.

Does Archer have a legitimate
case against Bosch?

I will find out what's new.

Before the election.

- I see why he's nervous.
- Yeah.

I'll give you 20-to-1 he
doesn't take the deal.

I'll take that.

- [Bosch chuckles]
- Come on.

[speaks Spanish]

Always a pleasure.

[Bosch] Who the fuck is he?

This guy shaking down
the Gallagher business?

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

[breathing heavily, grunting]

[whimpering]

[whimpering]

[sobbing]

- [sobbing]
- [groaning]

[Kathleen sobs] No, please, no.

- No, please! [sobbing]
- [Stephen, Kerry yelling]

[muffled yelling]

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

Curtis Dignan. Take
a ride with us.

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

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

[Robertson] What are
you so happy about?

They told me I'd never see
the light of day again.

Yet, uh, here I am.

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

That's bullshit.

Harry... [sighs] ...is there
anything you wanna tell me?

[Mo] Bing Cherry Crider.

Buying and selling
stolen machinery?

Money laundering. Extortion too.

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

Follow-homes. Hear anything?

Some chatter about a new crew.

Do what's right here.
Somebody's gonna get killed.