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Vegas, L.A.

I have such a warped idea
of Christmas weather.

Maybe for Christmas
vacation

we can go to Vail
or somewhere with snow.

The Gentrys
are going to Vail.

Or Aspen,
one or the other.

Are you listening?

I could get you
a snow globe.

Nice save.

What's going on
with you, Dad?

Are you worried
about the IA thing?

It's a pain and a time sink.

I just have to work
around it.

By submitting to this coerced
involuntary interview,

I am in no way waiving rights

afforded me by the Peace
Officer's Bill of Rights Act.

Familiar
with the Lybarger.

That a question?

I have your complaint
history here.

I know
how you feel about IA.

I don't see how you could.

That we're out for scalps.

That's not me.

Right.

Let's get started, shall we?

Have you seen
the cell phone video?

- Yes.
- Does it clearly depict

your interaction with
District Attorney O'Shea?

Yes.

Do these photographs
accurately illustrate

specific moments
from that encounter?

Conduct unbecoming,
clearly.

Add to that the obligation
of LAPD officers

to provide "close cooperation
with prosecutors"

as stated in the manual,
and we have a problem.

Agreed?

May I ask you a question?

Well, if it's relevant.

You ever worked a case
for two years,

then had the DA kick it

'cause it wasn't
a slam-dunk,

because he was more concerned

with his win-loss record
than obtaining justice?

Because that's what this
encounter was about.

That's your rationale?
Duly noted.

I lost my temper, Sergeant.
There's no contesting it.

But I know O'Shea
didn't file this 128.

He didn't have to.

Did he sign on to it?

No. He declined.

He was the injured party.

Public perception
of the department

is also
the injured party.

I'll be writing a SKELLY

and requesting
the chief support mediation.

Like the last time.

And the next.

You're predictable,
detective.

**

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I got a feeling
that I can't let go *

* I can't let go *

* I feel *

Well, congrats.

You made it through
without killing her.

And you were brilliant
in there defending me.

I thought I handled it
pretty well.

How'd it go?

I heard that.

Shit.

Fingerprints put Jesse Tafero
in Gunn's apartment.

Maybe he plays dumb,
denies knowing him.

Eh, we got him
where we want him.

The bartender ID's
Jesse Tafero

as the guy drinking with Gunn

the week before his murder.

Jesse wanted
to be a cop too,

like
his big brother.

What happened?

Tanked the exam.

Didn't make it
into the Academy.

Mm-hmm.
Chip on his shoulder?

Maybe he wants to prove
he's smarter than us.

No doubt.

I'd like to get him in here
as a wit, not a suspect.

He works security
at an apartment complex

on Hollywood near Argyle.

- Guard?
- Supervisor.

Well, that's good.

He won't want to talk
in front of his guys.

Try to get him here.

Make him think it's
his idea, if you can.

That's the right play.

And if his watch looks like
it matches those marks?

We'll swab it for DNA.

- How are you gonna get it?
- We'll ask him.

And if he won't go along?

arrest his ass.

Okay. Step at a time.

Pierce, do a warrant
for the swab.

Mm-hmm.

You know, Rudy came up
when we did.

Maybe he taught Jesse
how to do it.

You can learn
the chokehold anywhere,

off the internet.

Maybe.

You think Rudy
was there, too?

That he did Gunn?

Well, it's not a stretch.

Jesse's brother,
Holland's muscle.

Well, we got nothing on Rudy
that puts him there.

You got something?

Something
you're holding back?

Just a thought.

DNA on that roach you picked up
near your house came back.

Woody Woodrow.

That's who I was chasing.

Car still hasn't
turned up.

We need to talk to him.

Use this to get a warrant
on his place--

- confirmation swab.
- Already on it.

You think Billets
will spring for overtime?

DNA should buy us a couple
of extra days of surveillance.

You really are an optimist
under all that dark shit.

That's me--
Mr. Glass-Half-Full.

Come on. We'll hit up Billets
on our way to the beach.

Captain Lewis.

Thank you
for seeing me, sir.

I just wanted
to give you a heads up.

Bosch met with IA
this morning.

I'm aware of that.

Bullpen chatter says
it didn't go well at all.

I'm shocked, shocked
that it didn't go well.

No surprise.

And I also
wanted you to know

I have spoken
with Lieutenant Billets.

She's capable but been
at Hollywood a long time.

Her guys adore her,

but that's not always
a positive.

I've been trying
to tighten things up

since I came on board.

You and Billets have
a personal connection, right?

Family?

Married to her ex.

Sounds complicated.

The lieutenant and I
do our best

to keep our personal
lives separate.

I'm sure you do.
Still...

may not
be the best situation

in the long run.

Sir, I hope you don't
think I came here

to undermine Grace
in any way.

I think the world of her.

Oh. Goes without saying.

Well, thank you, Captain.

Let's wait and see
what IA says about Bosch

and then take it from there.

Yes, sir.

We agreed to work as partners
till this one's done.

That's what we're doing.

You should've
come to me, Jerry.

You ever gonna
get over that?

Working on it.

But yeah.
I'm your partner.

And you can count on me.

So you do count on me.

Working on it.

Hey.

Robertson and Pierce,
Hollywood Division.

Jesse Tafero?

Guilty as charged.
How can I help you?

We're hoping you might be
able to do exactly that--

help us out with a case.

Oh, sure, yeah, if I can.

If you could give us,
say, ten, 15 minutes.

Now's not a great time.

Could you come back
later today?

What do you think?

Uh, might be
cutting it close.

Mm. Maybe meet you
on my break.

You sure you can't
just do this now,
get it out of the way?

The thing is, you know,
time is of the essence.

Yeah. Okay.

You can come to the station
for a minute.

That'd work, right?

That would be better
in a lot of ways.

- Yeah.
- Private.

- We're over on Wilcox
- I know where you are.

Take DeLongpre,
we're there in five.

Uh, on second thought,
why don't we talk here?

Well,

there's a guy
we'd like to show you.

- A suspect?
- Maybe. Or a witness.

Okay. What's the case?

- 187. It's called--
- A homicide.

You know the code.

Yeah, I do,
as a matter of fact.

Uh, I can take my car.

Save you a trip back.

- Perfect.
- Great.

You want us to pick him up
if he shows?

Nah, just call me.
But if he comes home

and decides to go back out
again, do not lose him.

Yeah, no worries.

We got this.

- Back to the house?
- Yeah.

I want to see how Robertson's
doing with Jesse Tafero.

Ballsy, letting him
drive himself.

What if he takes off?

Sometimes you make
an informed decision,

hope that it pans out.

Is that Santiago-speak
for "roll the dice"?

If he rabbits now,

we have cause to give
him serious grief.

You and Bosch are different,
but in some ways--

Hey, you know, you don't want
to finish that sentence.

If your name is Santiago,
why do they call you Jimmy?

Santiago
is Spanish for James.

Heh. No kidding.

Hey, hey, hey!

- Keep on moving!
- Watch the road!

Keep fucking moving!
Let's go! Move! Go!

Shit. Damn it.

6W51. Do we have an
airship over Hollywood?

Any airship over
Hollywood, come in.

W51 requesting.

Air 8 at Western
and Santa Monica.

W51. Request Air 8 go to
an available tac frequency.

Air 8, W51, switch
to Tac 2 channel 41.

There he is.

Air 8 here. Whatcha got?

Disregard Air 8.

False alarm. Sorry.

Back off.

You sure?

Everybody has favorite
shortcuts.

He just wanted
to take Fountain.

Tell me, Ms. Benitez,

why shouldn't I
admit testimony

from Detective Bosch's
civil trial?

It's irrelevant.

Defense's intent
here is obvious

and exclusively
prejudicial.

It establishes a disturbing
and career-long pattern

of rogue behavior
by Detective Bosch.

It does nothing of the kind.
Rumors and allegations.

And there's nothing there
in that transcript

that impeaches Bosch's long
record of veracity under oath.

- Your Honor--
- Mr. Fowkkes, you've
made your point.

Ms. Benitez, I denied
Mr. Fowwkes' motion

to suppress
Bosch's account

of his conversation
with Mr. Holland

and his putative
confession, did I not?

Yes, Your Honor,
and correctly so.

What I did not do

is immunize Detective Bosch
from cross-examination.

And if you're unhappy
with my decision,

you can always revisit a plea
agreement with Mr. Fowkkes

before the jury is seated.

Motion denied.

Your Honor, if I may--

Is this a new motion,
Ms. Benitez?

No, Your Honor.

What about you,
Mr. Fowwkes?

Well, we're ready to proceed
to trial, Your Honor.

Then we'll schedule voir dire
to commence next week.

Did you forget about me?

Nobody stopped in
to offer you coffee, water?

Typical.

Very sorry.
What can we get you?

You can get this moving.
I need to get back to work.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

This is about Eddie Gunn,
isn't it?

Why do you say that?

I heard he was murdered.

You knew him?

Yeah. We weren't best buds,
but we'd have a beer.

Couple times, when he
would've pulled a deuce,

I drove him home.

Just dropped him off?

Usually. He could
get pretty hammered.

You had to help him up
the stairs, tuck him in?

What of it?

Oh.

I get it.

You pulled a print
or something.

You don't want my help.

This is bullshit.

You're looking at me.

You think I did Eddie.

Fuck you.

Calm down.

If we had pulled
your prints,you think

we would've let you drive
over here on your own?

But now we know.

Now we have to cover you
in case a print does pop up.

So where were you
the night he dropped?

When was it?

Sunday night, 13th.

Okay.
Uh, two Sundays ago?

Well?

Uh...

with my brother,
his place,

watching the World Cup.

When to when?

Started around 11:30.

Watched from the semis
through the final.

About four hours straight.

Isn't the World Cup
usually played mid-summer,

- every four years?
- Rerun.

Italy-France 2006.

When Zidane head-butted
Materrazi and got a red.

Yeah.

Are you a fan?

Oh, the beautiful game.

Zidane--
great player.

Dumb fuck.

France couldn't
score without him.

I remember that game.
1-1 at the end

- of extra time.
- Yeah.

Italy took it
on penalty kicks.

Excuse me.

Robertson.

I need to see you.

- Right now?
- Yes.

Ohh.

Bureaucracy.

Just give me a minute.

A minute.
I gotta get back.

Maybe less, okay?

- What the fuck?
- You're going kind
of fast, aren't you?

Well, the guy's been
prepped like alibis
are an Olympic event.

I want it all down.
Then I can take it apart.

They want the prepped
version on record.

Once that's done, he's done.

He's not gonna give you
anything else after that.

Which tells me
I got the right guy.

Agreed.
But if you arrest him,

that tips
anybody else involved.

So if it isn't his watch--

Is this a hunch?

Or do you actually
have something?

We're talking timing here.

Don't interrupt me again.

Hey, so where were we?

Oh, yeah, you were kicking
back, watching a game.

Did you order take-out?

No, it was just, uh,
beer, leftovers, chips.

What kind of beer?

All kinds.
I don't know.

I mean, what do I know?
Man, give me a Bud.

And you went home when?

Uh, about 9.

You said the Cup didn't
start until 11:30.

Yeah, 9 the next morning.

I crashed on the couch.

Too much Guinness.

Yeah. I been there.

Yeah. So now we know
where I was.

Are we working
a case or what?

Oh, yeah,
let's get to it.

Uh, take a look.

Yeah. Bartender.
Smog Cutter.

And the last time
you were in there?

A...couple weeks ago,
maybe.

With Gunn?

You fucker.

I'm trying to help you,
and this is how you do?

Fuck you.
I'm out of here.

You can't hold me here.

I came in on my own steam.

- I leave the same way.
- Not now.

- You're under arrest.
- Shit.

- Under arrest for what?
- I'll think of something.

For what?

How about
resisting arrest?

I want my phone call.

Soon as you're booked.

I'll need your
personal property.

Wallet, cell phone,
watch.

So do you know
why you are here?

Yeah. Lying sack
of shit right there.

You're being booked

for the murder
of Edward Gunn.

That's funny. I heard one
of you guys did that.

- Are you sick,
ill, or injured?
- Not yet.

Do you fear for your safety
while at this facility?

Not as long
as we go one-on-one,
you motherfuckers.

Little charmer is all yours.

My call.

You've reached Cindy Wagner.

Leave a message.

Ms. Wagner,
this is Detective Bosch,

Los Angeles Police Department.

If you could call me back
at your earliest convenience.

Thank you.

Harry, we've got him.

Dead to rights.

Check it out.

This is a couple blocks

from where Sharkey
was last seen.

There. The BMW.

No plate,
no Moreno.

- Have a little faith.
- It's a work in progress.

Same car. Highland.
Headed towards the Bowl.

Definitely two people
in the car.

Check the time code.

Still no plate,
still no Moreno.

Patience, grasshopper.

Ah.

Moreno?

Ten minutes later,

headed back, Franklin.

Xavi Moreno.

All by himself.

There he is.
You run the plates?

Yes ma'am.
Stolen.

Good job.

So we pick up Moreno?

No.

What's the problem?
I mean, we got him.

He'll crack like
a plumber's butt.

We want to question
Woodrow first

before he knows
what we know about Moreno.

But good job, scouts.

This is really excellent
work, gentlemen.

Worth a warrant
when we need it.

Hmm.

No damage.
I just told the truth.

Hang tight.
I'm pulling up now.

I'll see you in a few.
You get all that?

Pierce.

Thanks.

Hey, Pierce, you get
those swabs back

on that watch yet?

I put a rush on it.

So some time
next month.

If we're lucky.

Rudy Tafero's
about to show up.

Right on cue.

Robertson.

One sec.

Mank. He's got Rudy
in the break room.

So let's go see what
the acting coach has to say.

We'll be right there.

Jimmy, you gonna
hold him or kick him?

Uh, kick him with a tail.

See who he runs to.

Let him make a mistake.

- Bosch.
- Rudy.

I didn't come here
looking for trouble.

It just follows you?

Where's my brother?

It's not my case.

It's his.

How can we help you,
Mr. Tafero?

Cutting the bullshit
would be a good start.

Come on, charge him
or kick him.

We have 48 hours.

You got nothing.

And that's not gonna change.

This isn't even about Jesse,
is it, Bosch?

Just gives you a warm
feeling to fuck with me.

Give him a break?

What do you say, Bosch?

You're the officer
in charge,

but I don't think we've
got enough air freshener

to cover both of them.

Okay. We'll kick him.

Say thank you
to Detective Bosch.

Another dissatisfied
customer.

Is there any
other kind?

- Whatcha got?
- Nothing much.

No sign of Woodrow.

But a question
from Dexter and Gordon.

Do we need a third team
for overnight or--

So they can pick up
the overtime?

Sure. Let him have it.

Anything going on there?

Found Dobbs' ex in Boca.

Waiting for her

to call me back.

Rudy just sprung his brother.

Robertson's waiting for
the DNA on Jesse's watch.

And I'd be a hell
of a lot happier

if a real cop was our suspect.

You mean Rudy?

And a signed confession.

It never hurts.

See you
in the morning.

Where's Joe?

I destroyed a Scuttle Crab
in Summoner's Rift,

and he gave up.

Doing some work.

Yeah, little bit at a time.

Gonna flip it eventually.

What's up?

WiFi problems.

Not really my area
of expertise, Sam.

Yeah, well, the Geek Squad
ran some tests,

and, uh, seems that somebody's
hacked into my modem.

They're downloading
humongous files.

No kidding? That's wild.

Yeah. I bought
some extra bandwidth,

but, uh, on the weekends
it's still just a trickle.

Starts Friday night

and goes back to normal
late on Sunday afternoon.

I still don't get it.

It's coming
from your house, Jerry.

What is?

The downloading.

Every weekend?

Friday through Sunday.

I'll take care of it,
Sam.

Thank you.

Talk to me.

I'm sorry.

We'll get to that.
What were you thinking?

We've got internet.

It's not fast enough.

Not fast enough for what?

Remember
the Rosetta thing

I asked for
for my birthday?

Language lessons?

They were a little
too expensive.

I found them online
for free,

only it takes
forever to download.

That's not free.
That's stealing.

This stops now.

Yes, sir.

What languages?

Chinese, Russian, Gaelic.

Gaelic?

Your city.

And yours.

I don't have famous chefs
and restaurants like this

on speed dial.

Who do you have
on speed dial?

Two karaoke bars
and a masseuse.

Well, I think that's way more
interesting than mine.

Ever karaoke?

I have too much
respect for music

to desecrate it
with my voice.

Ah.
What kind of music?

All kinds.

Something special
to you.

Hmm.

Ahem.

Les mystères
des voix bulgares.

The Bulgarian
Women's Choir,

Kaval Sviri?

You know it?

It was the theme music

for "Xena,
Warrior Princess."

Xena.

I watched every episode
when I was 10.

Ah.

Allô.

Verdict, mademoiselle?

Oh. Magnificent.

Irving?

Delicious, Laurent.

- A triumph, as always.
- Bien.

Thank you, again,

so much
for this evening.

The Chief always
has a table here.

And you're welcome
to come without him, too.

Any time.

I just may do that.

Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

Your own table?

He's an old friend.

And I thought, um...

why not something special
for this evening?

Thank you.

Let's have another.

Let's.

How the fuck do you even
know what he said to them?

You don't know.

You don't know
what he said.

He had his story.
He stuck to it.

Unless he didn't.

If they had anything,
they would have charged him.

And who knows what he
would have said then?

I do. He would have said
"I want a lawyer."

But they didn't charge him

because he knew
exactly what to say.

Why'd they pick him up
in the first place?

Fishing expedition.

They thought
they had something.

They didn't get
what they needed.

And they won't.

Are we good?

Volleyball.
Travel. Team.

I finally got a hold
of your mom.

- She is hard to reach.
- I know, right?

I convinced her to let you
join the travel team.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Aw, okay, that's one too many
thank yous. Now I feel guilty.

For what?

I didn't actually
have to convince her.

Oh, I know.
She told me last week
it was all up to you.

Night.

Good night.

Any sign of our boy?

Not a whiff.
Your boy's a ghost.

If you need coffee,
and you will,

the place down
the beach is fire.

Thanks.

You want us for backup?

For a ghost? No.

Go get some sleep.

Whatever you decide, Irv,

you have my complete
confidence.

Look,
here's the problem, Joel.

The timing's bad.

This IA complaint
against Bosch

might have negative
residual effects

on a murder case that's
about to go to trial.

Sergeant Snyder,

she's got a good case.

She's been meticulous
and fair.

I'm sure she has.

But we don't want to confuse

being a pain in the ass
with being a bad cop.

The department's really
hoping for unfounded here

or, at least, unresolved.

Irv, shouldn't we just
let Snyder do her job?

Of course.
It's your call.

You do whatever
you have to do.

But, uh, tell me.

Ahem.

Do you really
want a detective

who's cleared 33 murders
in the last ten years

riding a bench?
Even for a few days?

Be patient, Joel.

Don't waste your
time on this one.

It's Bosch.

He'll give you
just cause soon enough.

Matter of time.
And when that happens,

the department will
back you 100%.

How's Maddie doing?

She's doing okay.

Misses her mom.

How'd Jack do with
that science fair thing?

Third place.

In the city.

Good for him.

You want to see
if Dexter knows coffee?

Yeah, that'd be good.

If our ghost shows,
hit me on the rover.

Do not brace this guy alone.

When do I ever do that?

Right back.

Bosch.

You the detective

who sent out a flyer
on a dark gray SUV?

Who's calling?

Hector at Archer's Towing.

Might have got
something.

Probably ought
to take a look.

Soon as I can,
which is not right now.

Where'd you find it?

Apartment complex garage
in Studio City,

near Vineland and Ventura.

Text me the exact address.

Hold it for prints
till I get there.

Will do.

Yeah, I'm just gonna
clean the place up,

and then, uh,
aloha, baby.

Call you back.

Aah!

Shit.

Officer needs help.

Shots fired.

Coffee bar
near the boardwalk.

I do not have eyes
on my partner

6-William-22.
Officer needs help.

Shots fired.
Suspect is down.

I am at Espresso Yo'self.

Coffee Bar on
Oceanfront Walk, Venice.

I need the paramedics
and supervisor.

You okay, partner?

Walk us through again?

The workup to it
or the actual--

Start with the trajectory
of your shot this time.

Wasn't complicated.

He didn't get a shot off?

He did not.

But you could see
that he was armed?

I saw him reach for his gun.

When he hit the ground,
the Glock fell out.

Whole thing took two,
maybe three seconds.

You did not see the weapon
before you fired?

I did not.

But his body language
was clear.

He was armed.
He intended to shoot me.

Okay.

Let's start again
from the beginning.

When the overnight
team left.

How long before you
went to get coffee?

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's Edgar?

He's still in with FID,

but I'll be there
when he gets out.

Give me a call.

You find anything?

Dobbs and Moreno are gone.

You got surveillance
in place pretty quick.

Yeah.
Don't expect anything.

They got their money.
No reason not to get
the fuck out of Dodge.

What?

They're Special Forces.

So?

So they could go
after Jerry. Payback.

Really, Harry?

I mean, they got
what they came for.

Their cover's blown.

He's a cop. That's crazy.

That's what RHD said
when I called:

doesn't rise
to criminal threat.

I'll put two Hollywood
guys on it.

Please.

- How's J. Edgar?
- He's okay.

Now can we pick up Moreno?

Too late, brother.
They're in the wind.

Looks like they put you
through it, brother.

Is that a wrinkle I see?

Fuck you, Harry.

How you holding up?

I've had better days.

You hungry?

You gotta eat.

It bothers me more
than I thought it would.

More than Nash?

This is different.

It's personal.

Face-to-face.
You know, close range.

He made a move.

No choice.

I was lucky.

I wasn't ready.

It took me by surprise.

Survival.
Training kicked in.

Ask yourself:

anything else
you could have done?

I wish I would have
seen him sooner.

Maybe I could've
taken him down without--

He called it, Jerry.

Not what you wanted.

I guess.

So ask the question.

Run it from...
every angle.

When you know
the movie by heart,

you put it in a box

with all the other
bad shit we see.

It won't go away?

No. It won't.

You live with it.

Remind me what else we
need to look forward to.

- BSS.
- Oh, fuck.

Remember the big question:

"Are you sleeping okay,
detective?"

Like a baby.

And stay away
from the news.

Really?
They're not on our side?

I didn't see the gun,
Harry.

You knew he had one.

You knew it.

Wait a tenth of a second,

LaTonya's raising
Jack and Joe on her own.

Hey. How's J. Edgar?

He's dealing with it.

Listen, uh, tell him--

ah, you know
what to tell him.

What's up?

Well, I'm on my deck,

and I'm looking out
at a fire.

Just wanted to make sure
somebody called it in.

Half hour ago.

What's burning?

River Watch
Retirement Community.

Who's lead on it?

So far? Darnell.

I used to visit
a guy there.

Retired detective
John Caffrey.

When you
talk to Darney,

ask him if he
made it through.

Let me know, yeah?

Roger that.