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He saw me
and reached for his gun.

I shot him.

I had to...

to protect the public
and to protect myself.

Did you almost die?

No, Joe, no,
it's not like that.

Um, I'm fine.

- Did you have to kill him?
- Of course he did.

That's what we're
trained to do,

to make sure
nobody else gets hurt.

But couldn't you
have shot him

in the arm or something?

Like on TV?

That's not how it is
in real life.

Uh, if I tried
to shoot him in the arm,

I might have missed and hit
an innocent bystander.

Are you going
to get a medal?

- Don't be stupid.
- Jack.

Dad could get fired
over this.

Listen to the news.

Daddy, are you going
to lose your job?

Is that what you're
worried about?

No, I'm not.

I didn't do anything wrong.

So why aren't you at work?

I get a few days off when
they look into everything.

See, when something
like this happens,

the department comes in
and makes sure the cops
did everything right.

And I did.

I'd give you a medal.

I think you're a hero.

Thank you, buddy.

But you know what?
I'm not a hero.

I was just doing my job.

Okay?

What was his name?

Woodrow. Woody Woodrow.

Was he black?

He was white.

Okay, boys, time for school.

Go brush your teeth.

Wait, um...

I need a hug.
Come here.

Oh, I love you, guys.

I love you, Daddy.

Here, take this.

Thank you, Jackie.

Ooh.

That was tougher
than talking to IA.

What?
You're mad at me?

I'm happy you're okay.

You are mad at me.

I don't want those boys
to grow up without a father.

They won't.

**

* 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 *

Police! We have a warrant
to search the premises!

Let 'er rip.

Is it clear?

All right.

We're looking
for two weapons:

a 9-millimeter used
to kill William Meadows

and a knife with a 3-inch
curved blade

used to kill Thomas Niese.

Also anything and everything

that would point to the
whereabouts of Xavi Moreno.

Nah, I don't get it.

Dobbs was a private
contractor.

Guess that's how he was able
to afford a place like this.

Yeah. That is possible.

Did you find something?

Cornell Jackson
ripped these guys off.

Oh, is that
why they killed him?

Maybe. Or he was just another
loose end like Sharkey.

- You?
- Uh, nothing.

As in nothing. The place
has been cleared out.

It's practically empty.

- Wiped clean?
- No, no.

There's plenty of prints,
though so far it looks

like they're all
from the same person.

- Dobbs.
- Well,

we still have to confirm
it, but who else?

The family pictures?
The kids' toys?

Your guess
is as good as mine.

No gun.

More knives
than a carnival act,

but none that fit
the description.

Unlike the Beemer.

You are one ace detective.

I know.

Call it in, Kemosabe.

This is 6-W-45.

I need a tow
at this location.

Can we please go home?

Please?

Look, between travel team
and school,

you'll hardly be here.

This sucks.

It's just a few days.

I can't do my job
if I'm worried about you.

So you are worried?

But I won't be if you're
here with Grace.

I just want you
out of harm's way.

Harm's way. What are we
talking about here, Dad?

Is this like the kidnapping?

Remember what I
promised you in Vegas

that time at the airport?

That I'd never be in that
kind of danger again.

Right. I promised.

But now it seems that I am.

Which is why
I want you here.

I want to help.
I want to learn, Dad.

This is like
a teachable moment.

I mean,
who are these guys?

Okay, look,
when this is all over,

we'll sit down,
we'll go through the case.

Okay?

I still think
I should be with you.

We need to spend more
time at the range.

I want to get really proficient
at that 9 millimeter.

Deal.

Come on. Grace is waiting.

Hi, Maddie. Welcome.

Hi.

Lisa's in the guestroom,
getting it ready.

I love you.

Keep me posted.

I promise.

Hi.

Go ahead.

Thanks, Grace.

Not to worry.

Buen día.

Hey, handsome.

Hey.

You read about Caffrey?

Yeah.

Horrible way to go.

The worst.

Didn't he handle
your mother's case?

He did.
Ever work with him?

He was pulling the pin

just about the time
I got to Hollywood.

So it's not true you humped
a Shamu with Wyatt Earp?

Yeah, yeah. That's true.

Earp was my T.O.

Damn shame about Caffrey.

Yeah.

Hello.

Cindy Wagner, please.

Detective Bosch, LAPD.

Yeah, this is she.

Thank you
for returning my call.

I'd like to ask you
some questions about
your ex-husband.

- Which one?
- Trevor Dobbs.

Oh, Lord.
Where'd you dig him up?

Is now a good time?

So...

Judge Houghton
wants you and Fowkkes

to meet in her office
and talk.

About?

She wants a plea agreement.

I want a trial.

Make a deal, Anita.

Do it now,
and it'll play in the media

like Holland's capitulating.

Or like our case is tanking.

Our case is tanking.

Make a deal.

Fuck.

Yesterday there was

yet another
officer-involved shooting.

This time,
the victim was a veteran

of our illegal war in Iraq.

LAPD is just another bunch
of bloodthirsty thugs,

a street gang in blue
hiding behind the badge.

Mr. Wolfe,
please stay on topic.

My point is
I vigorously object

to allocating 5,000
of my tax dollars

to the K-9 unit

for the oppression
and suppression

of my fellow citizens.

Yeah! That's right.

report of the Chief of Police.

Acting Chief Irving.

I'd like
to reassure the public

that our efforts to apprehend
the Koreatown Killer

continue unabated
and will do so

as long as it takes
to apprehend this criminal.

Thank you, Chief.

Speakers who would like

to address the Chief's
comments on KTK?

The next speakers
are Clifton Campbell,

Big Mike, Super Batchick,
and Mr. Wolfe.

Mr. Campbell, please
confine your comments

to the Chief's remarks
and the topic at hand.

Yes, your Honor.

KTK.

Let's face facts.

It's going on what,
four years now?

I live
in that neighborhood.

People are scared.

And I blame you,
Chief Irving.

People are getting killed

because of your
lack of leadership.

It's clear by now
LAPD can't handle KTK.

He's outsmarted you
at every turn.

We Angelenos deserve better.

I'm afraid
the Koreatown Killer

will continue his reign
of terror indefinitely

until we get a new chief.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Campbell.

And thank you for your tone.

We could use more of that
civility in these sessions.

The next speaker
is Big Mike.

Regarding
the Koreatown Killer,

Chief Irving,
you're nothing but a Tom,

cooning for The Man
in that blue uniform.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Yeah!

Judge Houghton?

She's waiting
to hear from us.

Voluntary manslaughter.

Sentencing rec?

The max.

11.

He behaves himself,

- he's out in six.
- Oh, please.

Then let's go to trial
on the murder charges.

Anita, We're having
this conversation

because you can't prove
he killed her at all,

unintentionally
or otherwise.

This case should never
have been brought.

DNA from a consensual
sexual encounter,

no witnesses,

a timeline you could
drive a Corvette through,

no history
of aberrant behavior
on Mr. Holland's part.

Thanks to your
witness tampering.

Oh, and your star witness?

Thoroughly discredited

as a suspect
in another homicide.

You're not even
planning to call Bosch

Mm-hmm.

I guessed it right.

- What are you looking for?
- Time served.

Oh, please.
You're joking, right.

He's been
under house arrest.

Confined for more
than a year

on trumped up,
spurious charges.

Involuntary man.

Sentencing rec?

four years.

Ah. Geez.

Four years is a lifetime
in his business.

With good behavior,
out in two.

Credited with 14 months
of time served?

Fuck you.
I draw the line.

I'll talk it over
with my client,

and I will get
back to you anon.

Hey, Harry.
How's our boy doing?

He's holding up.

Good.

Listen,
some of us old timers

were thinking about
throwing a little

"end of watch debrief"
for young Edgar.

A K-party? Thought
we don't do that anymore.

We don't.
So, how about it?

It's kind of poking
the department bear,
don't you think?

I'm not inviting
the damn department.

Look, Mank, I'm a little under
the microscope right now.

Come on.

Couple of piss-ant
IA investigations,

you're turning
all soft and PC on me?

Thought you were
a proud member of the
"sixth month" club.

Jesus, Mank, not by choice.

All right, Roger that.

I'll call Jerry myself,
keep you out of it.

Thanks.

But you better
fucking be there.

Wouldn't miss it
for the world.

Get out.

Latents pulled some
prints from the Beemer,

and there might be
trace blood evidence.

Well, fingers crossed.

What about
Moreno's boat?

Coast Guard, sheriff,

Harbor Masters
on the lookout.

We're in touch with
his insurance company
to get the GPS.

He'll disable it.

What's he gonna do,
navigate by the stars?

He knows how.

You mind if we
check it out anyway?

Not at all.
Your goose chase.

Did you reach the ex-wife?

She split right after
he deployed for Iraq,
his first tour.

- She say why?
- He made her nervous.

She'd wake up
in the middle of the night,

and he'd be staring at her,
and not in a good way.

I can see why that
might make her nervous.

So, after he shipped out,
she moved, got a divorce.

Hasn't seen him since.

What about the kids?

There are no kids.

So the toys?
The family photos?

Phony.

Somebody else's kids.
Somebody else's wife.

The woman in the photos
is not Cindy Wagner.

Foo.

So deeply,
deeply fucking weird.

Deeply dangerous.

Don't let him sell you

the fucking Viking Flybridge.

That piece of shit is a tub.

I have no fucking idea
what you're talking about.

Guy said he's got some sweet
Bertrams, Sea Rays, Carvers.

So long as it floats.

Gunned him down
like a goddamn dog.

He drew on that cop.

Should've
just gone peaceably.

They had nothing on him.

If he drew on him,
why didn't he waste him?

That's what I don't get.

Caught him unawares.

A fucking detective?

Probably never fired his
weapon in his whole life.

He was on the fucking
phone with me.

Oh.

Yeah.

I wonder if the cops
got his money.

Most likely.

Got to let it go.
Time to move on.

We got ours.

Yes, we did.

What's your plan?

Somewhere warm.

Cabo.
Then Costa Rica.

- You?
- Headed north. Vancouver.

Maybe
the Queen Charlottes.

Too frío para mi, bro.

And too fucking white.

It's been an honor
being your captain.

Sir.

The honor's been all mine.

Hey, Pierce.

Hey. How's Edgar?

He's fine. I'll tell him
you said hey.

- You need something?
- DNA results.

- Jesse Tafero's watch?
- End of the day, maybe.

I thought you put
a rush on that.

What're you gonna do?
Every time I call over there,

they say
you can't rush science.

But you can rush lab tachs.
Keep pressing.

- Bosch.
- Jimmy.

- Everything good here?
- Couldn't be better.

Pierce, you're gonna let me
know about the watch, right?

Sure thing.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was going
to leave a message.

Now you don't have to.
How are you?

I've been better.

I just heard back
from Fowkkes.

Holland won't take a plea.

Good. I'm glad
he turned it down.

Such a chickenshit, O'Shea.
Take it to trial.

Yeah, it's easy
for you to say.

I'm the one who has
to go in there

without my two most
important witnesses.

You know what
the counter was?

Let me guess. Time served.

Not even.
Dismiss the charges,

no admission of guilt,
and an apology from the city,

and he promises not to sue.

Well, I hope
you laughed in his face.

I would've, but I'm afraid
O'Shea might make me take it.

Where are you with Gunn?

Getting closer.

I hope so.

I'm getting skewered
if Holland walks.

That's what you're most
worried about, your career?

Well, shouldn't I be?

Just because yours
is always in the toilet

and you don't seem to care
about it doesn't mean--

Yeah. Good. Bye.

You ever get
through to your mom?

I gave up on that for now.

It's impossible
with the time difference.

And her schedule is cray-cray.

She really play poker
for a living?

Yeah. She was an FBI
agent before that.

- That's so cool.
- Which?

Poker. She ever teach you?

She tried, but I have
zero interest in cards.

Why not?

I want to be a cop.

Not me. I mean,
look what just happened.

J. Edgar
could've been killed.

And your dad, too,

I mean, if he'd been there.

Although he is
a total badass.

Harry?

Totally.

I know he seems like he is.

And he is, but he isn't.

No, I know.
Like my parents.

Your mom is so tough.

I never
say goodbye to her.

I always say
"See you later."

"Love you, Mom.
See you later."

Feels better than goodbye.

And we find the death

of John Bradfield
and Goldie West

due to accidental causes
while evading arrest

for the murder
of Charles McGee.

Well, the papers
can't squawk this time.

A guy is murdered,
and six hours later,

we not only discover
who committed the crime,

but we also know
that he's dead.

Can you imagine the howl

if this hadn't happened?
Killing a reporter--

- Hey, brother.
- Hey.

Thought you could use
some company and some grub.

Oh. Great flick.

Yeah.

Where's your security detail?

I turned it down.
Where's yours?

Having beers with your guys.

Maddie?

Staying with Grace
until this blows over.

That's smart.

Just a precaution.

Eleanor
knows what's going on?

I asked Maddie
not to tell her.

You know, why worry her?

What can she do about it?

Fly in from Hong Kong.

The last thing I need.
Have to worry about her, too.

Gonna grab a beer.
You want one?

I'm good.

What's the latest on Gunn?

Just got off the phone
with Pierce.

DNA from Jesse Tafero's watch
finally came back.

I'm guessing from your
tone of voice...

we struck out.

Jesse Tafero's watch,
Jesse Tafero's DNA.

Nothing from Gunn.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

So how's your family
sorting through this?

Ah...

boys are confused.

Full of questions.

Tonya's acting all mad at me.

Shit, I'm mad too, you know?

Mad at this asshole for
putting me in this situation,

fucking making me kill him...

and having to explain it
to my kids.

Ain't it the truth.

I got everything
you wanted, baby.

Good girl.

Did you tighten
that hose clamp?

Um, you can tighten mine.

Bad boy. Love to.

Did you figure out
where we're going?

That place we found?

Sea of Cortez?

Umm. How could I forget?

I'm gonna meet you there.

Papi, no.
You're coming with me.

You can do it.

I gotta
take care of something.

- I want to stay with you.
- Ai, mami.

Do what I tell you
for once.

If I take the boat,

how are you
gonna get there?

Walk if I have to.

You're gonna walk to Baja?

That's crazy.

I walked across Afghanistan.

I can walk to fucking Baja

in my sleep.

Harry.

Thanks for meeting me,
Mark.

Sure.

You got another one
of those?

What is it?

A thumb drive.

What's on it?

Footage.

- From?
- The rooftop camera.

Oh, Jesus, Harry.
Of what?

Won't mean anything to you.

What do you want me
to do with it?

Just make sure it can't be
traced to either of us.

No shit.

This has to be it,
Harry.

Just do this,
and everything's jake.

Always with the pickles.

You don't even like pickles.
Why do you get them?

You like pickles.
I get them for you.

Mm. You're sweet.

Conniff.

Detective. Officer
John Enochty, Rampart.

We have your suspect
in custody.

- Come again?
- KTK, man.

Pulled him over running
a red light on a stolen bike.

You working
off the composite?

Spitting image.
You'll see.

Famous last words.

This is him, man.

I mean, he's even
got an arrest in '06:

attempted car-jacking.
I mean, come on.

All right, just book him
for RSP with a prior.

- We'll swing by
in the morning.
- Are you sure?

Because we can book him
on the other right now,
no problem.

Don't say anything
to anyone about KTK.

Just get a good shake.

Officer McGruff here, he wants
to arrest the guy already.

Dickhead.

Fucking RHD.

You know they're going to
take their sweet-assed time

- getting down here.
- Fuck that.

On your feet.

Oh, hey, guess what.

Fingerprints paid off.
Sharkey was in the Beemer.

DNA?

Moreno's, not Sharkey's.

Still might be enough.

Dobbs using his credit cards?

Not since the day
I interviewed him.

Hasn't touched
his cell phone, either.

What's he spend his money on?

Takeout, guns, web cam porn.

Barrel's new bachelor routine.

Sounds like he's
livin' the dream.

Keep you posted
on Moreno.

Thanks, brother.

Did you authenticate
the tape?

Techs at the paper
said it's kosher.

Note the date and time stamp.

The night
Gunn was murdered.

It was messengered
to the Times,

so whoever sent it
used a phony name.

Times sent it to me unopened.

Can they
trace the thumb drive

back to a computer?

All identifiers
have been removed.

Of course they have.

You can keep that.

I have it in the cloud.

You writing
an article about this?

Not until I can
verify the source.

You recognize the two guys?

I can't comment on
an ongoing investigation.

Is that a yes?

That's a no comment.

Off the record.

Not this time.

I want the story first
when you crack it.

Yeah, I'll do what I can.

I'll tell you one thing.

What's that?

The guy's a smoker.

Motherfucker.

We know where that tape
was recorded.

That's
where the camera was.

Pointed right at Gunn's
front door.

Ain't that a bitch?

Well,
he disabled the GPS.

The tracking system
couldn't find him.

As I said before.

Ah, but a harbor master
down in Baja

saw a boat pull in

that matched the Bolo.

He contacted
the authorities.

They checked the HIN.

It's the Aye Papi
under a different name.

They have it
under surveillance.

- Whereabouts?
- La Paz.

- Gulf of California.
- Sea of Cortez.

You'll need to bring
the Foreign Prosecution
Unit on this.

And someone's gotta
go down there with them.

Ooh. A little
Mexican vacation.

You want in on this, Harry?

Check my weapon
at the border,

sit in the back
of a dark truck,

sweating my ass off while
the Federales bust my guy?

Not my style.

Well, yeah, when you
put it like that.

I'm on Dobbs.
I'll talk to Moreno

when you've got him
back here in custody.

Copy that.
Bring him back alive.

Be careful.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Heard you guys scored some
grade A surveillance footage.

Floated in on the tide.

Puts Jesse Tafero at the scene
the night of the murder.

Of course
it's not admissible.

You can still use it.

Oh, we will.

And I'm sure whoever
sent it to Scott Anderson

is planning on just that.

That would be
the right play.

How do you see
this thing going?

You squeeze Jesse
to get to Rudy.

Rudy
gives you Holland.

Because Holland's
your end game.

Because he's behind it.

Okay.

First thing tomorrow.

Jimmy, you're cutting me in?

I want to see how you're
going to do this.

Nobody
rattles Rudy Tafero's
cage like you do.

I like to think of it
as a gift.

Hello.

Mark Taylor, please.

Who's calling?

Jerry Edgar.

I'm a detective with LAPD.

Fucking guy.

Leave a message.

Mr. Taylor, Jerry Edgar.

We got disconnected.

I wanted to ask you
a few questions

about my partner
Harry Bosch.

You have my number.
Give me a call.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd stop by,
see how you're doing.

On your way to Studio City?

I'm calling your bullshit
on that, Jimmy.

Yeah,
a little out of my way.

Mm-hmm.

Come on in.

Just stop blowing
smoke up my ass.

All right. Fair enough.

You heard about the tape?

I heard.

From a rooftop
surveillance camera

across the way from Gunn's.

Shows two guys
breaking into his place

- the night he was murdered.
- The killers.

You found the camera?

I sure as shit
found where it was.

You know damn well
that tape came from Bosch.

I don't know that.

Look, Harry
didn't kill Gunn.

You've seen the tape,
right? Is he on it?

No.

Jesse Tafero
and another guy.

- Rudy.
- Probably.

Doesn't that
exonerate Bosch?

Come on. He's involved.

He's complicit
somehow, some way,

and you know it.
Makes you complicit too.

I got nothing more
to tell you, Jimmy.

Shit hits the fan
on this,

don't say I didn't
give you a chance.

You look beat.

Get some rest.

Sorry we missed dinner.

I'm not.

Hungry?

Mm-mm.

We could order room
service, go downstairs.

Um,

I'm happy right where I am.

Do you have to get that?

I do not.

A man believed to be the
so-called Koreatown Killer,

suspected in a four-year
string of violent crimes,

has been arrested.

The Los Angeles Police
Department says

45-year-old Calvin Wilson
was pulled over

for a routine traffic stop.

Wilson has been linked to a
half dozen robbery-assaults,

four car jackings, three
shootings, and two murders.

Not even close.

Wilson is being held
without bail--

Shit.

- They're here
On my way.

Jesse Tafero.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Edward Gunn.

He can't talk
right now, Rudy.

Bosch, what the fuck?

Let's go.

Where's my brother?
I know he's here.

You just brought him in.

Then you know that he's
being processed.

This is fucking bullshit.

Frequently.

Don't even try to talk
to him without a lawyer.

I didn't want to talk
to him in the first place.

Then why'd you drag him
down here again?

I know what it is
you're doing.

I was you, only better.

I'm telling you, Rudy,
I got no dog in this fight.

This is not your doing?

Bosch's idea.

And this bad blood
between you and Bosch

has got nothing to do
with me or my case.

Then can we fucking
fix this now?

We'll sort this out.

I need you to babysit.

- You want coffee?
- No.

I need coffee.
I'll be right back.

Cream, two sugars.

Stay put.

Cream, two sugars.

Pussy.

Where's Robertson?

Taking a leak.

He'll be back in a minute.

Meantime...

Meantime nothing.

Talk to your brother yet?

He's being processed.

So okay.
So we got some time.

Oh, shit.

You've got the wrong
Mark Taylor.

Don't call me again.

Hello.

Okay, listen,
ten years ago,

I was hired to do matrimonial
work for Mrs. Smith.

Lester Smith was
cheating on his wife.

I was hired to take
the pictures to prove it.

I had no connection with
what happened after that.

- With his murder.
- That's right.

That's how you know Bosch.

My prints showed up

at their house,
the crime scene.

Bosch kept me out of it.

That's it.
End of story.

Not quite.

In return, you did
some work for him.

You're still
working for him.

I'm not.

Your thumbprint
on a camera

I found inside
Edward Gunn's apartment.

You set up the system,

the outside camera,
the one on the roof
across the way.

Not on the phone.

Tell me where.

MacArthur Park.

Picnic tables,
near 7th Street.

Thirty minutes.

Aw, come on.

Oh, hey.

Fucking IA. Harry.

Hollywood Watch Commander's
Office, inside line.

- I'm shot.
- What?

Officer down, Mank.

It's Jerry Edgar. I'm shot.

I need help. I'm under fire.

Jerry, where are you?

Home. Outside.

Your house?

Driveway. Oh, shit.

All right.
You talk to me, Jerry.

You tell me what you see.

This is 6-L-90.

Officer needs help.

Officer down.
Baldwin Hills.

I need ambulance and unit

to 5751 Bow Cross Street.

Jerry, where is the shooter?

Is he still on the scene?

Jerry.

You talk to me, Jerry Edgar.

Wh-Where are the shots

coming from?
What do you see?

- I'm not--
- Jerry.

I'm not sure I saw him.

Maybe...on the hill,
in the park.

It...

It sounds like a rifle.
Oh, shit.

Ohh.

Jerry?

Jerry?

- Jack.
- Jerry!

Jack.