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here at the help call.

Be advised,we have one male
downin the driveway.

Advise rescue team
to respond,

westbound to Bowcroft.

Rescue team be advised,
possible sniper threat

is in the hils south of
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All right, move!

Eyes on the hills.

- Mount up! Mount up!
- Spread out! Go!

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* 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 *

Hell of a shot.

Not for these guys.

Chief.

Thought you'd be
at the hospital.

On my way.

Wanted to see
the scene first.

Yeah, me, too.

Chief of D's filled me in.

This connected
to the man who got killed?

Yeah, we got a BOLO out
on his two asshole buddies.

Ex-Army, Special Forces.

One of them's
a decorated sniper.

Clear shot.

A miracle
he wasn't killed.

First shot hit Jerry
in the shoulder.

Second one blew out
the windows instead
of his head.

He scrambled to the front.

Third one was right on target.

Stopped by the engine block.

His training kicked in.

Jerry did just
what he was supposed to do.

- What's that?
- That...

is an old
Special Forces trick.

You walk over,
reach to pick it up...

But he didn't pick it up.

It saved his life.

Any word?

He'll live.

Cautiously optimistic
they can save the arm.

Cautiously optimistic.

What else can you be?

Come on.

This hour, an audacious
sniper attack

in broad daylight
in Baldwin Hills

on a veteran LAPD detective
outside his home.

Police have not released
the name of this officer,

and no word yet
on his condition.

Police are searching
for two individuals

described as
persons of interest.

- Fuck me.
- In other news...

Fuck.

Sorry.

The fuck's going on?

- Where's Bosch?
- We got a situation.

All hell's breaking loose.

What about my brother?

That's what I'm saying.

Everything's on hold.

We got an officer down.

- Who?
- Jerry Edgar.

Jesus Christ.
How is he?

Too soon to tell.

Listen, you can hang on
a little while longer
or come back tomorrow.

It's up to you.

I've waited this long.

I can hang
a little longer.

Okay.
Get you another coffee?

Yeah. This time go easy
on the fucking sugar.

Yeah.

The shot shattered
his shoulder blade.

They're piecing it
back together

with screws and plates.

Shit.

- They still optimistic?
- Yeah. Yeah, they are.

Best case scenario,
if all goes well

and he's religious
about his PT--

You know he will be.

Six months before
he regains full use
and mobility.

He's going to be riding
a desk for awhile.

I have to give a statement.

That's what they pay you
the big bucks for.

- Bosch.
- Detective?

Hector, Archer's Towing.

Shit. I've been meaning
to get over there.

Love to get this
damn thing out of here.

Keep it locked up tight.
I'll be over there
tomorrow at the latest.

- All right.
- And Hector?

- Sir?
- It's evidence.

- Got it?
- Got it.

Fuck this.

Police presence
is on the ground,

and we know at least
one sniper...

Where is everyone?
All hands on deck?

Full court press
to find the shooter.

And they left you behind
to baby-sit?

Yeah, somebody
has to mind the store.

This is bullshit.
I've been here all day.

I'll be back in the morning
to get my brother...

with a lawyer.

Suit yourself.
I'll walk you out.

We got Jesse on tape--

surveillance cam at Gunn's
the night he was killed.

Bullshit.

Hey, just saying.

Might want to stick around.

The wireless
customer you're calling
is not available.

Please hang up
and try your call again.

- Jimmy?
- Hey.

- Tafero?
- He's still with us.

Oh, he must be
fully marinated by now.

Nice and tender. Shall we?

- You give me a minute?
- Sure.

All right. All right.

Well, that's great news.
Thanks.

Keep me posted.

He's out of surgery.

He's in recovery.
They say it went well.

He's going to be
setting off metal detectors
for the rest of his life.

Yeah. Well, he's very lucky.

One way to look at it.

What is the other way?

He got shot
by a sniper, Grace.

Look, we are all upset
about Jerry,

but we've got to
look at the glass
as half full here.

What else is going on?

Crate and Barrel
are down in Baja.

They have made arrangements
to raid Moreno's boat
in the morning.

That glass is going to
come up empty.

Moreno's not there.

So what's on your agenda?

I'm about to have at Tafero.

Well, have at him.

...this is an active
crime scene,

- Jimmy?
- there no longer appears
to be any threat.

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Rudy. Hands full.

Spare me.
How's Edgar?

He's going to be okay.

Thank Christ for that.
Always liked him.

So can we get to it?
This tape Robertson's
talking about?

It's legit.
That's your brother.

Looks kind of like him.

Jury would agree,

especially with his
fingerprints on the door.

- The other guy's you.
- Good luck proving that.

He could be right.
We know Jesse won't flip.

That's right. He won't.

I'd worry about Jesse
taking the weight though,

- wouldn't you?
- I would.

Doesn't strike me
as all that tough.

I mean, murder for hire,

that's what we're
looking at, right?

L-WOP, Life without parole.

- Most definitely.
- That's a heavy door,
brother.

Slams shut, stays shut.

Quit trying to play me.
I know the game.

You want your phone call?

I'll let you know.

So how did it go?

Going to let him
stew a little.

Do you think
he'll lawyer-up?

Might. He knows
he shouldn't talk to us.

We got him thinking
about his brother.

And cops,
sometimes they're caught,

they want to lay it all out,

tell it there way.
You know, get in front of it.

He thinks he's going to get
something for his baby bro?

It might put him
in a talkative mood.

Well, I'll call Benitez,
ask her to talk to O'Shea

about the flying
Tafero Brothers.

You got time?
I'm going to grab some dinner.

Why not?

Was Detective Edgar
able to call for help?

Irv.

Bradley.

Sorry I'm late.

- No worries.
- What can I get you?

Uh...
I'll have what he's having.

What are you having?

Hibiki.
Japanese whiskey.

I'll have one of those,
straight up.

We could have rescheduled.

No, this is good.
I needed a break.

Must have had
quite the day.

How's your man?

He's going to make it.

Hell of a thing
when the police are targeted.

Hope we're not in
for another round
of cop killings.

Dallas, Baton Rouge--

- This was personal.
- You know who?

The man that got shot
in Venice?

One of his compadres.
Payback.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, my pleasure.

Chin, chin.

Shall we get
the bad news out of the way

so we can enjoy our dinner?

Actually...

I've reconsidered.

Ah, don't toy
with me, Irv.

I accept the offer,
if it's still good.

Of course it is.

Of course it's still good.

Fantastic. I'm delighted.

The mayor will be thrilled.

Does he know?

I wanted to tell you first.

Yeah, extra-- extra spicy.

- You ever work with him?
- Rudy?

Once. I'd just made rank.

- Was he bent back then?
- Like a crowbar.

He used to keep
this old search warrant

in his glove compartment.

He'd flash it when he wanted
to get in somewhere

without going through
the niceties.

Did he use it
when he worked with you?

He tried.

I told him to put it back
in his glove compartment

or I'd stick it up his ass.

One and only time
I ever worked with him.

Benitez is at the front desk.

Let's go.

You talk to O'Shea?

Let's see what
Mr. Tafero has to say.

- It's your case.
- Gunn was yours first.

- Rudy.
- Bosch. Back so soon?

Ms. Benitez.

What's your pleasure?

Let's get the formalities
out of the way.

- No call?
- No call.

You know your rights.
You want to talk to us?

Sitting in?

You know how this works,
Mr. Tafero.

Come clean and cooperate.

If you give us
some good evidence
against Andrew Holland,

we'll go to a judge,
and you and your brother

can plead this down
from life to something

with a little daylight
at the end of it.

Jesse.

I should've drafted
some other knucklehead,

left him out of it.

I met Holland at our place,

helped him
move the body upstairs.

- Holland?
- Andrew Holland.

- Who's body?
- Donatella Spear.

He said it was an accident.
Rough sex.

Slippery slope,
working for Holland.

- Judging me, Harry?
- No.

- Bullshit.
- Not my job.

Admit it.
If we hadn't done Gunn,
you would have.

- I did you a favor.
- Cut the shit, Rudy.

Walk me through it.

Jesse buddied up to Gunn,
befriended him.

Buy him drinks,
drive him home.

The night it was originally
supposed to go down,

he was going to get him drunk,
drive him home,

and he'd take a header
over the balcony.

- But it didn't happen.
- Why not?

Jesse bought him
one drink too many.

Gunn got shit-faced.
Obstreperous.

Got his ass
tossed in the can.

Who bailed him out?

- Marissa Mattas.
- The woman in red,
works for Holland.

She doesn't know
anything, Bosch.

- Keep her out of this.
- That's up to you.

But she bailed Gunn out.

By the time she got him home,
it was almost dawn.

We called it off.

Tell me about the night of.

We pull up, Jesse's driving.

- The Cadillac.
- Caddy, yeah.

- Jesse loves 'em.
- You boosted it.

Happy to cop
to grand theft auto

if you want to drop
the rest of the beef.

- Go on.
- We get our stuff

out of the trunk
of the car

and we head upstairs.

I'm sure it's all
on the tape.

Tell me what happens inside
after the tape.

I didn't see it,
so clue me.

You're at the door.

We're at the door.
We kill the light,

pick the lock,
slip the chain.

1, 2, 3, we're inside.

Gunn is four fucking
sheets to the wind.

Sees Jesse,
thinks we've come to party.

We help him write the note.

"I'm sorry."

No problem.

But then
the nickel drops and...

he balks at
going out on the deck.

- I bet.
- Clawing at the wall.

I put the restraint on him
and he's out,

quiet as a baby.

So he's out. What then?

Head first.

"Swock."

You know, the sound
a watermelon makes

when it hits the pavement.

Hard to lift
that much dead weight

over the balcony rail
by yourself.

My brother stayed inside.

He never laid a hand on Gunn.

Tell me about the frame-up,

my prints on the glass.

You're a creature
of habit, Bosch.

El Compadre.

Filched your glass
one night at the bar.

- Jesse?
- Right behind you.

You never knew
he was there.

Okay, so you put me
at the scene.

Why not just choke Gunn out?

Why pitch him off the balcony?
Why the owl?

Andrew Holland had a script--

the fall of Hieronymus Bosch.

Jesus.

You think we would
ever in a million years

have thought about
the fucking owl?

That was Holland talking
directly to you, Bosch.

He literally drew it up.

- Drew it up?
- Storyboards.

Little drawings like
he was directing a movie.

You had them with you
that night.

Had to. Had to make sure
the owl was in exactly
the right place.

Little prick
is really particular.

You kept them, didn't you?

The storyboards?

Just in case.

Look at us.

Look at us, Bosch,
still humping this shit.

I am.

What I see is you're on
the other side of the table.

Come a long way, Rudy,

from ripping off drug dealers
to murder for hire.

You want a reason?

You got one?

- So what about Holland?
- We need more.

Just what I was
about to say.

You think he'll continue
to cooperate?

To get to Holland?
He'll cooperate.

I'm going to go
write the warrant
for the Taferos.

I'll call Judge Andrews,
tell him to expect you.

You know, Harry,
I'd really like it
if we stayed friends.

What's the point?

Where are you?

TJ.

Tijuana? Wow.
How'd you get across?

Cousin in San Diego.
Fishing boat.

Going to run me
down to Baja tomorrow.

I've been trying
to reach you all day.

I had my phone off.
Security.

Really brought the heat.

I know.

Told you to let it go.

I had to try, captain.

Couldn't live with myself.

What's done is done.
Good luck.

You, too.
On your way north?

Just about.

Going to take a look
for Woody's share
on my way out.

It's too bad you're in Baja
or you could come with.

You got a line on that?

I thought the cops had it.

Well, I got to thinking

maybe he stashed
most of it somewhere.

One of his surf camps maybe.

You know where?

Got a couple ideas.
We'll see if they pan out.

If I find it,
I'll send you your half.

Roger that.

I better go...

in case anyone's tracking this.

Smart.

You're a good man, captain.

"Buenos diaz, senior-rita."

Detective Ruiz,
it's all yours.

Thank you, detective.

Whoa.

- Hey.
- Hi, Harry.

- How you doing, LaTonya?
- Okay.

- Maddie.
- Hi.

Look at you, all grown up.

- The boys?
- Better now they know
he's going to be okay.

How's Jerry doing
this morning?

He's good, considering.

He's a little zonked
from the drugs.

- Thank you for coming.
- Of course.

- Don't stay too long.
- Oh, we won't.

Sorry. Chief, this is
my daughter Maddie.

- This is Chief Irving.
- Nice to meet you.

I've heard
a lot about you.

Well, don't believe it.

Maddie, would you
please excuse us?

I need a quick word
with your dad.

- I'll wait over here.
- Thank you.

I'll be right back.

Chief.

Look, I wanted you to know

that IA complaint
will come back unfounded.

It was bullshit anyway.

I believe the appropriate
response is thank you.

For quashing a bogus complaint

that never should have been
filed in the first place?

- It's called doing your job.
- Okay.

I don't owe you.

Call it even.

Jerry.

Hey. Hey, Maddie.

Hey, Jerry.

What a surprise.

How you feeling, partner?

Feeling no pain.

That'll come later.

No doubt.

You know,
it hurts getting shot.

It hurts like a bastard.

Always wondered. Now I know.

We just wanted to say hi.

Hmm. I'm glad you did.

We're going to split,
but I'm going to come
check you out tomorrow.

- Good?
- Okay.

- See you, Jerry.
- Bye, Maddie.

- Harry?
- Yeah?

I know about the cameras.

Jerry, did you say something?

I know about the cameras.

It's scary
seeing him like that.

I know.

Still want to be a cop?

I think so.

It's a big decision, Mads,

and you can change your mind
any time along the way.

I won't judge you.

Yeah, I know.

What did he say
to you in there?

Couldn't make it out.

Where the fuck have you been?

- Taking care of business.
- For 24 hours?

Not a word?

Your sweetie
has been worried sick.

- Haven't you?
- Not so much.

- Well, I have.
- Relax.

It's under control.

Are you on speaker?
Why are you on speaker?

Working.

I'm on my laptop.

Well quit looking
at porn while we talk.

You want me to take us off?

Yes, yes!
Please, take us off.

I hate speaker.

- Is that better?
- Much. Your brother?

He's a stand-up guy,
and he stood up.

- Is he out?
- As of this morning.

Why I'm just now calling.
Where's the case at?

We start jury selection
next week.

Personally, I think
the people are going to cave.

Maybe I should
come by tonight.

I have something for you
that may seal the deal.

Uh...

all right.
Come after 8.

I have a massage at 6?
Yeah, come after 8.

- After 8.
- Eight's perfect.

I get to go home, I hope?

- Change?
- Shower, shave, the works.

And pick up
the storyboards.

We took care of that
last night.

You searched my house?

Holland know you have them?

I returned them the day after,
but then I got to thinking,

maybe I needed
a little insurance.

So I stole 'em.

Any chance I can speak
with my brother?

He's been transferred
downtown.

Ida, would you reconfirm
my reservation?

Two for 7:30?

- Thank you.
- Sure.

I'm telling you, Rudy,

we are this close
to no jail time

or getting the case
dismissed outright.

Good for you.

Can't wait to get rid
of this fucking thing

and get back to work.

You know the irony
of all this?

No, what?

This fucking nightmare

will turn out to be
a great career move.

Everybody's going to want
to be in business with me.

What you got there?

Your next movie.

I write my own material, man.

You know how often
people pitch me shit?

It's just an idea.
I was inspired.

- By?
- The owl.

The whole Bosch
artist angle,

it was genius.

It worked, didn't it?

Like a charm.

If you're not interested...

So show me.

Did you do storyboards
for Donatella?

No.

That was more
spur of the moment.

Pure improv.
I went with it.

All the way.

You have no idea.

What a feeling.

I can't imagine.

So show me.

I thought you might
want these back.

- Fuck you.
- What?

Are you fucking kidding me?

What do you want?

Make me an offer.

I wish we knew what the fuck
was going on over there.

Why isn't he wired for live?

Talk to the mayor.
Get us more money.

It's all there.

Your case.
You do the honors.

- Youngblood.
- You serious?

Yep.

Andrew Holland,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Edward Gunn.

What?

I want to call my attorney.

I'll bet you do.

Ouch. Hold on
a fucking second.

Ouch! Fuck, that hurts, man.

Hey! I want to talk
to my lawyer!

I want my lawyer!

Tafero, you motherfucker!

Buy you a drink?

- Depends.
- On.

If I'm going to be
up all night writing.

So buy me a drink.

Come here for the ambiance?

- This is where it started.
- This is where what started?

- Thank you, darling.
- You got it.

Why don't you
pull your notebook out, son?

A month or so ago,
a guy named Jesse Tafero

bought Edward Gunn
some drinks right here.

- Captain.
- Xavi.

I didn't hear you
come aboard.

Thought I'd give you a hand,

help you look
for Woody's piece.

You should have called.
You almost missed me.

Luckily, I didn't.

How'd you find me?

Captain,
you know my skill set.

God damn.

You came all the way
back from Baja.

- TJ.
- Right. Right, right.

I appreciate that.

My cousin. No big deal.

Well, let's go get it,
shall we?

Aye, aye, captain.

- Morning.
- Detective.

Good morning.

- Jimmy.
- Hey, Harry.

- Late night?
- It got that way.

Listen, there'll be
a story out today--

Times' website,
the official version.

Which is?

Holland hired
the Taferos to do Gunn,

throw shade on you
to get him off

the Donatella Spear murder.

They almost pulled it off.

- Almost.
- Who's the story by?

Scott Anderson.

So you were the leak.

I'll tell you my secret
if you tell me yours.

I know there's more.

Keep thinking that.

I will.

Fan mail from some flounder?

A-ha.

The conquering heroes return.

Jesus.
You guys look pretty rough.

- Ever tried mescal?
- That the one with the worm?

- Yeah.
- Uh, no.

Me neither,
but Alfredo Garcia here--

We were celebrating.

I had to pry him out
of a Mexican hoosegow.

This close to
an international incident.

He exaggerates.

Turn up anything on the boat?

Just a couple million bucks.

- Weapons?
- No.

- Any sign of Moreno?
- Not yet.

You happen to see
Scott Anderson's
column this morning?

- No.
- Exclusive on
the Holland bust.

- That was fast.
- Yeah, internal source.

- Right.
- Yeah, it gives Robertson
all the credit.

It's his case.
Let him have it.

Hey, Harry,
who are the slicks?

Do I know? FID?

Maybe something
to do with Edgar.

FID don't dress that good.

I guess I'm about
to find out.

Hey, Harry, you know
Bennett and Pell from RHD.

- Only by reputation.
- Good I hope.

They're working
the riverwatch arson case.

- So it was arson.
- That's the ruling,

but we haven't gone
public with it yet.

We have some questions
about the deceased,

retired detective
John Caffrey.

Caffrey was the target?

Origin point
of the fire was his bed.

Staged to look like
he fell asleep smoking,

but the chemical analysis
shows the presence
of an accelerant.

Was he alive
when the fire started?

Can't say.
The body was so badly burned,

we may never know
the cause of death.

The apartment was gutted,

but we have
the front desk visitor logs.

You were a regular visitor

during the seven years
he lived there.

I was. He was lead
on my mother's murder, '79.

It was unsolved,
and I visited him

every few months
to pick his brain about it.

A year and a half ago
you stopped visiting him?

Yeah, I cleared the case.

Your mother was
Marjorie Phillips Lowe?

That's right.

The case is still
carried as open.

I cleared it
to my satisfaction.
The killer's dead.

I just never got around
to filing it cleared other.

Did Caffrey
help you clear it?

He did,
but he also revealed

that he bowed
to departmental pressure

to look the other way
at the time,

so the killer
was never brought to justice
before he died.

And why would
Caffrey do that?

The killer was a high-level
snitch for Narcotics.

My mother was just
a prostitute.

He mattered, she didn't.

So that's the real reason

I stopped visiting him
a year and a half ago.

Caffrey told you
he was pressured by
the department?

- He did.
- He wasn't just covering
his own ass?

I looked into it.
He was telling the truth.

Thank you.
And thanks for your time.

You know, Caffrey kept
a full murder book
on the case.

Did he?

You didn't know?

News to me.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

You think there's
any connection at all
to your mother's case?

Jesus, Grace, I don't know.

But if his place
was gutted by a fire,

where did he keep
the murder book? Why?

All good questions.

- Shit.
- What?

Something I forgot to do.

Hey, Meg,
have you seen Captain Lewis?

Um... not in today.

Or the rest of the week.

Oh, wow.
Under the weather?

No. Taking some
personal time, she said.

Huh.

- Terry.
- Santi.

So you followed my advice.

Don't I always?
Thank you.

- Scott Anderson.
- Mm-hmm.

Quite the writer.

Yeah, it turned out all right.

I know you got
your eyes on RHD.

Yeah, but
the politics involved?

You know better than anyone.
It's a crapshoot.

Everything's got
to break the right way.

Still, this looks
good for you, Santiago.

What are you trying
to tell me, Terry?

Don't unravel the sweater.

No intention.
I'll let Bosch deal
with his own shit.

I don't need
to be his conscience.

Couldn't prove it anyway.

- There's that.
- Yep.

Always that.

Xavi!

Problem?
Why we stopping?

The genny
feel offline to you?

- No.
- I want to check it out.

- Take the wheel?
- Sure.

God damn it.
Hit the killswitch!

Everything okay?

Yeah.

A-okay.

Knock knock.

Jimmy.

How they treating you?

Can't complain.

Heard you were
entertaining visitors.

Thought I'd drop by.

I'm glad you did.

Congratulations
on the Gunn case, man.

Oh, thanks.

I'm sure Harry's
kept you up to speed.

He hasn't been by today,
not yet.

Hmm.

I brought you something.

Thought you might
be interested.

Audio from Bosch's interview
with Rudy Tafero.

- He give it up?
- Yeah, soup to nuts.

We arrested Holland
last night.

Give it a listen
when you feel up to it.

Thanks. I will.

Feel better now, huh?

Adios, mijo.

You should have gone
to Mexico with your chica.

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