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Previously
on Bosch: Legacy…

Case I was
working, Finbar McShane,

murdered an entire family,
buried them up in Ventura County.

He's still in the wind. And
I'm thinking he had some help.

William Jurgenson? Wanna
arrange a face-to-face?

I just heard a... a story
about his time in Afghanistan.

- It was war.
- War crime, more like.

Someone's been
asking about you.

He was
dating an older man.

One who liked to do drugs
and inject his boyfriends.

It appears Mr. Currey
likes to party.

Male and female suspects
exited south side of the building on foot.

Headed for the underpass.

Suspects heading
toward your position.

We have eyes on them.

I swear to God,
Albert. Get down!

Hands behind your head.

This shit is gonna
tear my family apart.

What about
United Chemical?

What about it?

Jimmy Robertson wrote
the name down in his notebook.

These guys are a problem.

Bodies are bad for business.

Humberto Zorrillo. Top-level
comandante in El Fuerte cartel.

People
call him The Pope.

This is the
motherfucker killed Jimmy.

Yes.

Bad time?

Not at all.

About to take out the garbage.

Your place runs twenty
vehicles a week.

Correct.

We're making it thirty.

I trust that's not a problem.

Whatever is needed.

Get busy.

Who
the hell was that?

Just some homey trying
to send a message.

Hey, pal, I don't
mind your car in my garage,

but this is a little
intense for me.

I'm on my way.

You have to answer
for Jimmy Robertson.

♪ 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 ♪

Jimmy Robertson figured out what
was going on at United Chemical.

Black ice.

You set him up to be killed.

You can't be serious.

Do not fuck with me.

I know El Fuerte has
their hooks in you.

Cops got the guy who
dropped Robertson.

Diego Perra?

Cartel's patsy?

Guess where he is now.

Protective custody,
spilling his fucking guts.

What's that have to do with me?

Perra fingered Zorrillo, who's
still out there hunting for you.

You got one move
left, motherfucker.

- What's that?
- I hand deliver you to the DA.

Tell your story.
Get yourself a deal.

You can't make any promises.

I don't give a fuck
what happens to you.

I want Zorrillo.

And you will deliver him.

We have a new suspect.

Sheriff's deputy in Lancaster.

Who's bringing him in?

Just call RHD and tell them
to be ready for an interview.

You talk to your mom?

Yeah. You?

She won't take my call.

She wants to refi the house
to get me a decent lawyer.

I hope she doesn't do that.

Appreciate your sympathy.

Sympathy was yesterday.

Why the fuck you gotta be there?

You knew I was involved
and you chose to be there?

I didn't want anything
to happen to you.

What am I looking at?

Depends how many cases
they make on you.

Your level of cooperation.

If you were me?

You take this to trial,
you'll get slammed.

You'll do double digits.

Talk to your attorney.

Work a deal.

Take a plea.

Shorten your sentence.

Fuck me.

Hey.

You'll get through this.

What about you?

Things fucked between
you and my mom?

We'll see.

Auntie Reina.

Detective Gerard Willis.

He's the D-3, heading up
the Robertson task force.

- Harry Bosch.
- It's a pleasure.

Old habits die hard.

I brought it this far.

Now you gotta close it.

Looking forward to it.

Is he gonna give it up?

He will.

Solid work, Harry.

Ball's in your court now.

Gurbizs.

We're on. I'll
send you the address.

Show me en route.

How'd you set him up?

I sent him to Las
Palmas that night.

He thought he was meeting
a witness for his case.

Who shot Robertson?

Zorrillo.

And Diego Perra?

Just a street-level thug with a
history of knocking over vendors?

Perfect patsy.

I want witness protection, immunity,
the deluxe package. In writing.

Far too early to discuss that.

Man, one step at a time.

What can you offer?

Zorrillo's exact location.

How?

- A tracker.
- What else?

Physical evidence.

What kind?

Zorrillo's DNA.

I understand you're still in the
business of relocating people.

Mmm.

What's the occasion?

Friend got crosswise
with a business partner.

It didn't work out well
for the business partner.

How big was the dispute?

Irreconcilable.

Your friend might
need to go abroad.

Passport, plastic, clean paper.

Traveler's checks,
transportation. Whatever he needs.

- Set up a meet.
- Mmm.

Now works better.

It's time sensitive.

Costs more.

I'm good for it.

How fast can we move?

Where do you want to go?

Wherever the fuck you
sent Finbar McShane.

What the fuck is this?

The ride I boosted.

How far do you think I'm
gonna get in this shitbox?

You get everything?

All right.

Excuse me, mister.

This is 300.

- Yeah.
- You said 500.

Next time, do the job right
or don't do it at all.

McShane's cache was in Tecate.

Forty-eight
hours after his infil,

Finbar checked into
Casa Lucila in Mazatlán

under his alias Brennan Deely.

Brennan Deely pops
up next at a casino

down south in Puerto
Vallarta a week later.

Maxed out an ATM.

- Hemorrhaging cash.
- Yeah.

After a speeding ticket in
Hermosillo, trail goes cold.

Okay. So, why zag north?

Jurgenson arranges caches just
across the border for his clients.

- Okay.
- They hit their caches,

- then they're on their own.
- Okay.

Rat fuck Finbar might be looking
to scoop up someone else's cache.

Back in Tecate.

That's where we start.

I'll be on the first flight.

Yeah. Uh, to be continued.

Yeah.

- Hey, Mads.
- Good to see you.

Fellas.

Playing a game of Risk?

Something like that.

Oh, I gotta scoot.

I'll walk you out.

See you, Maddie.

Mo.

What's in Mexico?

Finbar McShane.

Are you going down there
to get him or take him out?

I made a promise
to Siobhan Murphy.

Yeah? What about the
promise to your daughter?

Look at me.

Go down there.

Bring him the fuck back.

Alive.

And drop him on the DA's desk.

- I'll let you know when I get home.
- That's not good enough.

Tell me that you are going to
bring Finbar McShane back alive.

Please.

Bring my father home.

I will.

All of him.

Any thoughts on your
penalty decision?

Let's get Zorrillo
into custody first.

As symbolic as it is, the death
penalty sends a strong message.

So does life without.

Between here and Mexico,

Zorrillo's body count
has to be double digits.

If I'm gonna take the
case before a death penalty committee,

I'll need a complete
background on him from RHD.

I'll personally see to it.

One way or another, a very
strong message will be sent.

My department and their
families expect as much.

- I understand.
- Hmm.

We've had our differences,

but the important thing is that
the right man is going down

for killing Detective Robertson.

Thank you, Chief.

Humberto.

Garrity
didn't show up.

That should make you nervous.

Maybe time to relocate.

Am I supposed to
stop my transport?

Just until I secure a new place.

Each day you're
down will cost you.

4.4 million a week.

For twenty vehicles.

You said you can handle thirty.

Now it's thirty.

I'll cover it.

You will.

- Hey.
- Hey.

We're on crime suppression
along the western corridor.

I thought Edgewood
gave you time off.

He offered.

So, you ready to get
back in the saddle?

Were you?

- I get it.
- Okay, then.

Be out in the car in five.

This is really your place?

One of 'em.

Must be nice.

Come on in.

Ooh. You got
anything to eat?

Yeah, sure.

I got a snack for
you right here.

What is that?

Oh, no.
I don't think so.

Now you're gonna
play hard to get?

This is gonna take things
to a whole other level.

Come on.

- Buddy. Good boy.
- No! No, listen to me!

Listen to me. I'm not
fucking sticking around.

No. I'm leaving now.

Yeah. You, uh… I'll
send you the address.

Yeah, just wait.

911. What is the
nature of your emergency?

Six Adam 45 and
Hollywood units. Possible burglary.

733 North El Centro.

Suspect male, white. No
further. A45 handle Code Three.

Take that.

Zebra-31. Show us responding.

Hey, he gonna make it?

If you guys hadn't cleared
his airway, he'd be a goner.

Say what he took?

Mumbling about
somebody who left him.

And you wonder why I
needed to work tonight.

I'm glad you did.

- Be in touch.
- Just say the word.

Hope you've been doing
more than sightseeing.

I've made myself useful.

Next, Finbar.

Well, if he's kept up his gambling ways,
some choice spots around here for cards.

Let's roll.

I think it's gonna be...

No, it doesn't matter.
We'll take care of it.

Come here.

Sit.

Not unless I know we're going
to have a real conversation.

Been trying to call you.

Mami. Can
you give us some space?

Fine.

I need to deal with your
grandfather.

Poor man thinks it's his fault.

I'll stop by and see him.

I'm
sure that'll help.

You're adults. You're sisters.

You two need to figure this out.

You stood in my kitchen.

You knew and you
never said a word.

I couldn't.

Why not?

If that came out, I'd be done.

So it's about your fucking job.

And Albert's safety.

How safe is Nestor
Gomez right now?

Don't throw that in my face.

My son could have been killed.

I gave Albert an opportunity
to do the right thing.

He lied. Straight to my face.

He's been lying about
a lot of things.

What's that supposed
to mean?

You blame me, don't you?

I'm not blaming you.

Go ahead.
Everyone else does.

I know he fucked up but
it's all my fault, right?

It's always my fault.

What would you have
done if I had told you?

You didn't even give
me a chance.

Mmm. Um.

I don't wanna see you.

I don't wanna talk to you.

And when you visit
our mom, I wanna know.

- Mari.
- 'Cause I won't be here.

Mari.

Mari, please.

No mention of your name
in the injury report.

But the place was rented
out to a Paul Schreiber.

- I wasn't gonna use my own name.
- Mmm.

What's the problem?

Anyone looks into this, sees it's
bogus, could raise suspicion.

You really know how
to put a guy at ease.

What is this?

Chandler saw a psychiatrist for
almost a year after her shooting.

Deepest, darkest secrets.

How'd you get the
doctor's notes?

You might need that
someday.

Till then…

Will your guy tell you
if this goes anywhere?

Already taken care of.

Councilman, do me a favor.

Keep your dick in your pants.

Bartender, another
round, please.

Yeah. Right on it.

How much longer I
gotta wait? Geez.

And, listen, I love Edge,

but have you noticed he puts his
dip cup in the center console?

Yeah, I feel like that shit's
gonna spill all over the place.

Oh, it's so gross.

- Just throw it away already, right?
- Right.

Hey, do you think if we poured
some of it into his coffee mug,

he'd be able to taste it?

That is some repugnant shit.

Bartender!

- Getting real thirsty down here.
- Yeah, hold your horses.

Bartender, please!

- We're dying.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna need another drink.
- Amen to that.

Bartender!

Oh, fuck me, right?

Look at this asshole.

- Let's spill us some expensive shit.
- Ugh. Jerk.

- Thank you.
- Fuck this.

We're in
fucking America...

- Excuse me.
- Reina!

- Hey.
- You talking to me?

Yeah. I saw what you did.

So? I'm good for it.

- That's not the fucking point.
- Jesus.

- Let's sit down.
- What's your fucking problem?

You!

Should probably sit down
before you get hurt, yeah?

You'd be doing me a favor.

Reina.

Yeah, okay.

- Let's sit down.
- Don't turn your fucking back on me.

- Get off of me!
- Hey! Hey!

Back up.

Get off...

Hey! Break it up!

Leave, now!

- You too.
- My fucking pleasure.

Thank you. Sorry.

What the
fuck was that about?

Just so tired of people
doing whatever the fuck they want

and nobody does
anything about it.

- That wasn't the way to handle it.
- Spare me the lecture.

- Are you okay? Let me see.
- Got what I needed.

All right. Well, you're
in no shape to drive.

- I'm just gonna call an Uber.
- Just fucking go.

Just wanna walk this off.

I'm not gonna
let you walk alone.

Hey
bastards, let's go!

- Just put the cover on it. Hurry, Tomas.
- Weld it?

No time for that.
Hurry the fuck up.

Open the door!

Open the fucking door!

Let's go!

Go, go, go!

Don't move. Get down.

Hit the ground.

Everyone,
get on the ground now.

Drop it.

Hands behind your head.

Enjoy it, big dog.

That's the last light you're
gonna see for a very long time.

This an
update I wanna hear?

Zorrillo's in custody.

Where'd you find him?

Assembling his last load
to get out the door.

Didn't flee. Means he's
answering to somebody.

No doubt. Figured
you'd want to know.

Figured right. Thanks
for the update, brother.

- Keep me posted.
- You know it.

Ten dollars.

What's the buy-in?

Games are full.

While we wait.

He likes to
play cards in here.

Never seen him.

Take another look.

Long wait for a
place at the tables.

Another spot up the street.

Excuse me, senor.

Can I see picture?

Know him?

Maybe.

You don't know shit.

- I know where he is.
- Yeah? Where?

You scratch my back,
I scratch yours.

Go rip off some
other gringos, kid.

Okay.

Good luck finding
your friend, uh,

Brennan Deely, or
whatever his real name is.

Muchacho. Hey.

Mo.

You get a gander?

Not a great one.

Two doors. Front and back.

We'll make simultaneous entry.

Car's not out front. I'll
move in for a closer look.

Kid said he hits
the cards early.

Usually home by 2:00 a.m.

We'll spot him an
hour to bed down.

We'll give him a rude awakening.

Meanwhile, we keep
eyes on from here.

Who's got first watch?

Fuck me.

Detective
Willis is here.

Detective.

Sorry to drop in
on you like this,

but I thought the least I could
do was tell you in person.

When someone says that,
good news rarely follows.

US attorney's office
has taken this case.

What?

DEA is putting together a joint
task force with Chief Hughes.

And Zorrillo?

Feds scooped
him up earlier today.

I'm sorry.

Far as I'm concerned, you
did right by Jimmy Robertson.

Thank you, Detective. And I
appreciate you letting me know.

Hughes bigfooted our case.

Served it right up to the Feds.

You know how this is
gonna look, right?

Yeah, like LAPD has no faith
in the district attorney.

This is
OP. All quiet up here.

Harry, shoot me straight.

Only way I know how, brother.

Is this kill or capture?

We are bringing him back.

You promised your daughter.

Yeah, I did.

I want to be able to look her
in the eye when I get home.

ORP, this OP.

Go for ORP.

McShane just got home.

We let him bed down for an
hour, we are well into daylight.

We need to take him at night.

We go now, he's
awake, he's alert.

And we don't know what he's got
waiting for us down in that cabin.

Night's getting short. Squat-hold
for another cycle of darkness.

Might not get a chance.

He's packing up his car and
it isn't for a day trip.

- We go now.
- Yep, we go.

Did you forget something?

Put this fuck in his car.

We'll roll back and
transfer him to our vehicle.

Copy that.

Kidnapping's illegal.

- Even in Mexico.
- Fuck off.

Mo.

Harry, it's time to boogie.

Company?

Tecate's finest.

How many?

At least a dozen.

And your bar buddy's with them.

That little fucking shit.

I'm heading for the border.

See you on the other
side. Mo, be careful.

Anything?

No one's on our tail.

Not yet.

I have money. Lots of it.

Shut the fuck up.

Save your bullshit for the DA.

So what's your plan, Bosch?

You just gonna drive across the
border with a bleeding hostage?

- Never said drive.
- Yeah, then what? Prison?

Word gets out of what you
did to those children,

you better find God fast 'cause
you're gonna fucking meet him.

Then kill me now.

You ain't getting off that easy.

I guess Siobhan got
her money's worth, huh?

You get anything else
out of that deal?

Ow! Ow! Oh, my nose.

Oh, you broke my fucking nose.

How's the airstrip?

It's not quite as
peaceful as we'd hoped.

We got a farewell party
gathering. Doesn't look friendly.

Tecate PD?

More like
their federal friends.

We're 15 mikes out.

Well, if they try to block me
or board me, I'm out of here.

I'm not going to
prison for abduction.

Fuck.

Turbulence ahead?

Federales.

You guys are fucked.

Fuck are we doing here?

You're gonna wind up in a
Mexican prison right next to me.

I told you to shut up!

So we lay low for now, till the
heat dies down. A couple days.

At least I finish what I start.

This was supposed
to be in and out.

Yeah. Little Kerry
was first in the hole.

The enemy's casting his vote.

Poor thing was all alone.

You want me to do it?
You want me to do it?

- You killed children.
- I did.

You fucking animal.

- Yeah.
- You fuck…

Fuck.

- Fuck!
- Yeah.

Next I tossed in her brother.

Don't listen to this
cocksucker's bullshit.

He wants suicide by soldier.

Then I dumped in the mother.

Brother, it is time
to cast our vote.

Fucking let him rot in prison.

Stephen was last.

Yeah. He begged me to spare
him, but I wouldn't do it.

Harry.

I found him.

Where?

Doesn't matter.

And it's over?

It's over.

You okay?

And you didn't forget.

Never.

So, listen,

you ever find your
way back here…

look me up.

Yeah?

Yes.

I will.

Bye, Harry.

Bye, Siobhan.

What happened?

Do you really wanna know?

If you will tell me.

Not by my hand.

Case closed.

Case closed.

Next time
on Bosch: Legacy…

Who the fuck are you?

Renée Ballard, RHD.

You call them The Flower Girls.

I know what it's like for a
case to get under your skin.

But they're not
your cases anymore.

There's a fresh murder.
They're cutting me out.

Bosch is a shit
magnet we do not need.

Shit. Here we go.

What the fuck are you doing?
We have to do this right.

What's this "we" shit?

If it was up to you,

the wrong man would have gone
down for killing Jimmy Robertson.

You really want me as an
enemy for the next four years?

Are you finished?

I made a promise to these
girls. I'm gonna see it through.

This guy's started again.

He's out there right now
looking for his next victim.

I'm not waiting for another
body to drop. We gotta go.