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'Hi, you've reached the new residence

'of George Cooper and Lauren Daniels.

'We'll spare you the agony of a cute, little message.

'However, if you'd like to leave one, wait for the beep.'

'George, this is Derek.'

Hi, Derek.

'Look, George, I know you're there. You're just not answering the phone.'

You're smart, Derek.

'George, this is really important so I'm asking you as a personal favor,

'please, just pick up the phone and talk to me, okay?'

Okay, Derek.

- 'All right, George, listen.' - All right, Derek.

'Our deadline on the follow-up article this Friday. That's tomorrow.

'I can't write a word until you give me the pictures.

'Have you found the bag lady yet? Have you found her brother?

'George, I can't afford to miss this deadline.

'It's not just the money, it's my credibility.

'I mean, these guys are not holding their breath,

'waiting for a story about a bunch of subterranean bums.

'Give me any pictures. I don't care what they are. What do you say?'

All right, Derek, you made your point.

Hey, George?

- Yes? - Who was that?

Uh, that was a wrong number.

Wrong number left a message?

You'd better start getting ready.

Ready for what?

For what? We have a photo session.

What photo session?

Wait a minute. You are talking about a photo session that I have today?

This is today we're talking about, with the client, Tony and everybody there?

- What are you doing? - I have a pimple.

Why are you putting makeup on your ass?

'Cause it's where the pimple is.

And what are we shooting, a centerfold?

It's a perfume ad, remember?

And what are you wearing in this perfume ad?

Perfume.

Come on, don't make me do this. I've been up all night.

You know which box my jewelry case is in?

It's still down in the basement.

Wait, wait. You brought up all your camera stuff

and left my things in the basement? My... My jewelry?

Don't you think you better get it?

Hello?

Oh.

Hi, Derek, it's good to hear your voice.

Shit.

No, I can't use the outs from the old...

That's not the point, Derek! The point is I don't want to.

I want new photographs for a new article.

And I can't find the people that I got to take pictures of. They're...

I don't know where they are!

I don't know, Derek. What do bums do on their day off?

That's funny. Did you make that up?

Not... No.

Not today either. I can't help you today.

I cannot do anything today! Why?

Because today I'm gonna shoot Lauren. Okay? Goodbye!

Tuesday. Hey, boss.

This one's got your name on it.

Hays, get on the stolen car ring.

- What about the Kirby case? - This is more important.

Than a potential homicide?

Kirby isn't a homicide, he's a missing person.

I can't tie up the whole force

just because some guy decided to walk out on his wife.

This is the fourth time the guy's walked out on his wife in two weeks.

- What'd you turn up on the others? - Nothing, but...

Right, nothing. So they're filed under missing persons.

Now, if they turn up great, fine. I'm delighted.

But I can't waste any more time on this.

- But, Captain, you're not... - Hays, look.

I don't wanna bore you with crime statistics,

but, uh, just between you and me, they're not going down.

Now, file Kirby under missing persons and get on with it.

Yes, sir.

Uh, Chief O'Brien, please. This is Captain Bosch.

- O'Brien. - Chief, this is Bosch.

Look, I can't keep a lid on this any longer.

- You've got to. - You don't understand, I can't.

- 'No.' - Chief!

- It's not my decision. - I know that, but...

If you know that, then you know there's nothing I can do about it.

You've got your orders, Bosch, and now carry them out.

- Sanderson? - Yes, sir.

Sanderson, uh...

Run down the blotter. Give me everything we've got

in the vicinity of Lafayette Street.

Hey, Bosch! What's happening?

Nothing for you today... Murph.

Nothing, huh? You know, you cops will never learn.

I said nothing, Murphy.

That's a dead giveaway. Now, I know something's wrong.

You see, if you guys are smart, what you do is,

you palm me off a little tidbit of information.

That way I'd never know the difference.

Okay. I'll let you in on it.

I'm about to interrogate a bag lady

we just nabbed on the charge of petty theft.

Not bad... Not bad, Bosch.

You look like a million bucks. You got a date later on tonight?

Give a smile, huh? Hey, thank you. Come on.

Whoa, what style, what content!

Oh, what art! Oh, my God! I love this profession!

Tony, give me two more stops on that backlight.

All right. What we got here?

She tried to lift my gun. I nabbed her.

All by yourself?

This happened at Lafayette and Houston?

- Yeah. - What's her story?

Who knows? She won't talk.

- You let her make a phone call? - Who, her?

She's entitled to one call. Let her make it.

'George, this is Derek.

'I am having a nervous breakdown.

'I've gone ahead and written the copy without you.

'When you give me the pictures, I'll fudge it to fit them.'

'Lauren Daniels, this is Dr. Bremner's office.

'Please call when you get a chance.'

'Cooper, you son of a bitch! I'm in jail!

'I only get one phone call.

'You think I wanna talk to some goddamn fucking machine?'

Is that all we got from Lafayette Street?

- It's all the arrests. - You got something else?

Well, I got this, uh, missing persons report.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

''A.J. Shepherd.''

I wonder if that's the guy I busted five years ago.

- It's not an official report. - Then what is it?

It's a little strange.

Here you go.

Here you go.

Okay.

There you go. I'm sorry I can't bring you more.

- Well, well, A.J. Shepherd. - Bosch! What are you doing here?

- You called my precinct. - What is this, some kind of bad joke?

Yeah.

So, what's this all about?

- Reverend? - Yeah?

Would you come here a minute?

What is it, Doris?

Reverend, I have a present for you.

Oh, oh.

Hey, look at that!

- So, you're a reverend now, huh? - Save it, Bosch.

What kind of scam are you running here?

- Look, Lieutenant... - Captain.

- Oh, you're a captain now? - You got it.

Well, look, Captain,

I didn't call up your precinct so they would send you down here

to hear your two-bit opinion of my life, all right?

Look, just get to the point, Shepherd. What's this about missing persons?

Oh, Jesus! Would you just chill out? Please?

- It's my family. - Family?

You mean, your flock, congregation?

My regulars. My people here. You wanna hear this or not?

Shoot.

I've been looking all over for these people. I can't find 'em.

- Where do you think they'd be? - Some of them are street people.

They're probably out on the street somewhere,

but I got undergrounders here, people who live underground.

I know that people live underground. So what?

So that's the people that are missing.

Look, in my cellar I got a hole broken through the wall.

That hooks up with an old sewer system down there.

It's a regular labyrinth of tunnels and caves.

That's where these people live. Ten, 12 of my regulars.

They come up here for soup every day.

Those are the people that disappeared.

- All of them? - Yeah, all of them,

but it's just my underground people. You understand that?

Since when?

It's been almost two weeks now.

You haven't seen any of them for two weeks?

- No. - One guy, Val.

Now, you watch your step, Bosch. Remember, you don't belong here.

Gog and Magog.

Yeah, well, uh...

Val, I understand you used to live underground.

What made you change your mind?

On each side of the throne there are four living creatures

filled with eyes in front and behind!

Creatures?

You're talking about your friends?

Are they still down there?

I know your work.

You go by the name of being alive!

And you are dead!

Now, listen, pal.

They have the power

to shut the sky!

They have the power

to shut the sky.

Where the hell did he get a knife like that?

All the undergrounders are looking for weapons now, man.

Guns and knives. I told you to be careful.

Don't be scared. Where are you goin', man?

- I've gotta go check in. - Check in?

Hey, Bosch! Who are you callin'?

No. How do I know you didn't take something.

How do I know you didn't give us anything?

You have any idea why she'd take my gun?

Not any good ones.

- Where do you know her from anyway? - Just around the neighborhood.

Do you go to movies together? Is she your steady date?

- Get the hell out here. - Yes, of course.

You ready, honey?

- I got him. - Stay on him.

Pigs! Suck a duck!

Hey, Jackson, they finally let you off the desk, huh?

- Hi, Murph. - What's happened?

Nothing going on. Same old shit, Murphy.

Nothing, huh? Sounds interesting.

Listen, Murphy, I'm really busy.

Yeah, it's not surprising what with nothing going on, I mean.

You walked up behind a cop and took his gun?

- I tried. - What do you want with a gun?

It's not for me, it's for Victor.

- Have you got a gun? - No, I don't have a gun.

You have any bandages?

Yeah.

Forget it, Bosch. I lost him.

- Really, you're going through here? - Yeah.

I don't know why you two couldn't just live in a big cardboard box

like everybody else.

Here, take this bag.

Are you leaving little breadcrumbs behind

so we can find our way out of here?

- Come on. - We gotta go through here?

Come on!

I'm gonna get all dirty.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

- Hey, wait a minute! - Blood!

What the hell?! Why is everybody so afraid?

- Come on. - What the hell is going on?

- Come on! - What...

You know, Mrs. M, there's a whole lot you're not telling me.

- Yeah? - Yeah, I mean, look...

Let's start at the beginning. Why the hell does Victor need a gun?

He needs it, he says he needs it.

- Yeah, great answer... - Up here.

- We're gonna go up here? - Yup. Come on.

- You afraid of heights? - No.

- I'm not afraid of anything. - Come on!

I'm coming.

- Whoa! - Hugo!

That's the man who took your picture.

You don't remember him?

Sure, you do.

Come on.

Oh, my god, what the hell happened to him?

Did you get it?

- Did you get the gun? - No.

I got some bandages.

I don't need no bandages. I need a gun.

What do you want a gun for, Victor?

Shoot... Shoot them.

- Shoot who? - Ugly fuckers.

What ugly fuckers?

Mean, ugly fucker that comes around here.

- What's he talkin' about? - He's sick!

Can't you see he's wounded?

Right, Victor...

Do you remember me, George Cooper?

I don't know if you remember, but... We ought to get this cleaned up.

Maybe put a new bandage on it, maybe get you to a hospital.

- I don't need any hospital! - Hugo!

Don't you hurt him.

Don't hurt him.

He's gonna help us.

'A bag lady tried to steal a gun.

'The guy who bailed her out is George Cooper.

'He shot an article on the people down there. I have a copy of it right here.'

This article doesn't identify any of the people in these pictures.

I thought maybe, you could.

Why don't you ask the photographer?

Frankly, I can't decide whether to talk to him or tail him.

It's a buck dancer's choice, my friend.

- I don't get it. - I don't get it?

I don't get... I don't get you, brother.

You run in and out of here like the fucking Mad Hatter...

You don't even know what you're looking for, Bosch! You make me nervous.

I just want to know if you know any of these people.

Why do you want to know them? What's the motivation here, Captain?

Puttin' in so much of your time

to help me track down a few undergrounders? Come on!

Alright, there are other people missing as well.

Aha. Who? Important people?

Your call wasn't the only one we got.

We've had several missing persons reports

from this neighbourhood in the last two weeks.

- Still doesn't wash, Bosch. - Look, am I wasting my time...?

Hey, I put in a call... A missing persons complaint...

I get a police captain coming down here twice, in one day.

Fishy, fishy.

Is everybody getting scared?

You tell me who's missing, Bosch.

We lose the mayor down there? Or the president?

- Or your mom disappear? - My wife.

Alright?

Alright.

Why didn't you tell me this?

Look, I'm really sorry.

When did it happen?

Late last night.

She must've gone out to walk the dog.

Hey, do you live around here?

Couple of blocks over.

Look, Bosch. You gotta be straight with me.

This lady's name is Mrs. Monroe.

She doesn't live down here, her brother lives down here.

- Hey, wait, this is him. That's him. - Victor. That's his buddy, Hugo.

They're undergrounders.

God...

George Cooper.

I don't know him, but I've seen him around.

Okay?

Does that help you any?

Maybe.

Alright.

Your turn.

You tell me somethin'.

What?

About the EPA probe.

- What about it? - You tell me.

It's a routine inspection of the subways and sewers.

- It happens every year. - How do you know about it?

I always know when that probe's going on.

My customers start gettin' jumpy.

Those clowns, they go down there in their space suits.

They scare everybody out of there.

- It's usually over in a week, right? - So?

So, this year it's been going on for four weeks.

It's still going on. Didn't you know that?

Come on.

The week after everybody disappeared,

I called the Environmental Protection Agency.

- I asked 'em what was going on. - What'd they say?

They said nothing's going on.

They said the probe was over for three weeks,

that no one had been down there since.

Why would they lie about it?

God, you don't have a clue, do you, Sherlock?

This ain't no disco.

There's all sorts of shit down there.

Hey, let me show you some of the stuff I found.

Check this out.

Huh? You like?

Okay. Look at this.

N- R-C. You know what this is?

This thing detects accumulated radiation.

They wear these things in nuclear power plants.

How do you know that?

I used to be a nuclear physicist.

I saw it on TV.

Alright.

Let's go.

So, anyway, this stuff made me very curious.

I called up the Nuclear Regulatory Commission.

Tell them that I wanted to return some of their stolen property that I'd found.

The guy on the phone got very nervous.

Started you know...

Passing me on to people... Passing me on to two other droids.

Nobody wanted to come up with any explanations to me.

But they were insistent on knowing who I was, who I talked to...

- Where I'd been. - I get the point.

Yeah, good.

Here, hold this.

- You're going down there? - Yup.

- What the hell's this food about? - Oh, I left that for the shy ones.

It's a scary world up there.

Looks like they lost their appetite.

Ugh. Smells great down here.

Hey. Whoa.

- What is it? - Looks like a Geiger counter.

I told you there was something going on.

Well, let's see.

What the hell was that?

Crosby and Spring.

I think it is. Look both ways.

Before any cars come, nothing's coming, remember that?

Honey, I want to go into this phone booth and...

We'll have to wake Uncle Art.

And find out where we're going. Come on in, dear.

And close the door.

Just wait a minute, hon. Stay there.

6-7...

3...

Art...

Art, I'm sorry to wake you, I'm sorry to wake you.

Yeah, yeah, we're here. We're here.

Uh, but uh... We got on the subway downtown, but...

We're lost, Art. We're lost...

- What's going on? - We have a kid who's hysterical.

She's makin' up a story.

- What makes you think it's a story? - What? Are you kidding?

She says some monster came out of the sewer and ate her grandfather.

Sanderson, get me Chief O'Brien.

- Sir... - Just get him.

Jackson. Post men on all the street corners

within a 10 block radius of Lafayette and Spring.

At least two men per corner.

- All of them? - All of them.

Pull them off other precincts, if you have to.

Then cover the subways. At least four men per station.

Put out an APB on Flora Bosch.

- Your wife? - Sir, I've got O'Brien.

O'Brien? Call the Commissioner's office

and tell him we're coming there at 12 o'clock sharp.

'Oh, and uh... Tell him to have someone

'from the Nuclear Regulatory Commission with him.'

Are you crazy, Bosch?

- 'I can't tell him that.' - You tell him.

'And tell him if he's not there, he can pick up the afternoon papers

'and read all about his involvement in the NRC cover-up.'

Hey, Bosch, can't get enough, huh?

You got it, Rev. Come on, grab your evidence. You're coming with me.

- Where are you going? - We got a date downtown.

What do we need this guy for, anyway?

Are you kidding? I accused the goddamn Commissioner of a cover-up.

- You got me. - Yeah.

I got you.

And a six year old kid who thinks she saw a monster.

If this guy doesn't have somethin' solid, I'm through.

- Hey Cooper! Open up! - He's not there.

What do you wanna do?

Well, we gotta get in there, somehow.

Hey, that's breaking and entering. You're...

...under arrest, Shepherd.

Hey, this is your friend from the magazine, isn't it?

That's Victor, yeah.

- What the... What's this? - It's his leg.

Oh, my God...

Holy shit.

Gentlemen, may I present Mr. Wilson of the Nuclear Regulatory Commission,

Chief O'Brien, Captain Bosch, and uh...

A.J.

And Mr. A.J.

Alright, Captain.

I guess, this is your meeting.

It'd better be good.

As you all know...

I've recently been ordered to ignore what amounts to, uh...

an alarming number of disappearances in my precinct.

We're all here right now, because...

I can't do that anymore.

For one thing, I have reason to believe

that a number of these people have been murdered.

And I believe that these murders are somehow connected to the probe

that's going on underneath the streets of this city at this very moment.

Nonsense, Bosch.

Look, we're as concerned about those disappearances as you are.

But there's no evidence of murder.

And as to any connection with the underground... Preposterous.

It's hot down there, Commissioner.

Don't tell me the NRC doesn't know about that.

Mr. Wilson.

Is this why I was invited to this meeting?

Who is this man?

I went to this man's soup kitchen last night...

Soup kitchen!

Because he reported 12 people missing.

And he took me down where these people used to live, underground.

And that's where we found this Geiger counter.

Granted, that doesn't necessarily implicate you, sir.

But let me tell you what happened.

We turned it on, it was still working, and it began to surge.

We were standing still.

But this thing went as high as it could go.

It lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree!

Then it eased right back down to normal,

like something hot was moving down there.

Nonsense, Bosch.

Quite often, there's a, uh...

Surge when you turn those things on, it's a typical equipment malfunction.

It doesn't mean a thing.

What about all the stuff we found down there?

I can't be held responsible for everything that washes up in the sewer.

Anything else?

Yeah, as a matter of fact.

A young girl saw something.

She said it was a monster. Dragged her grandfather down into the sewers.

Do you have anything else?

That's what I thought.

Forget this!

Wasting my time here.

You guys wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit you!

I'll take my pictures somewhere else.

Pictures?

Yeah. I took a camera down there, I took some pictures.

But you guys wouldn't be interested.

Well, you want to see 'em?

Do you?

Well, I'll... I'll show you one.

This is a picture of a man that saw a monster.

Here's a picture of a bite taken out of his leg.

Does that look like anything you've ever seen before?

Here's a close-up of it.

Maybe you have some glib explanation for that!

Now, do you wanna talk about this?

Or should I go discuss this with the newspapers?

Millbrook's a nice town.

Lots of quaint, old aldermen and ancient farmers.

I don't want to talk about it now, I'm in too good a mood.

- I might agree to anything. - Yeah?

Glad to hear that.

I think it's time you and I had a little talk, Mr. Cooper.

Who are you?

That's the problem.

I know who you are.

George Cooper, prominent fashion photographer.

Nobody knows me.

What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?

Murphy. Freelance reporter.

You know you were wearing a tail yesterday?

- What? - That's right.

From the police department, no less.

You must be a pretty important fella, fella.

This should go no further than this room.

About three weeks ago, the Environmental Protection Agency

encountered slightly elevated radiation levels in the Lafayette Street area.

Well, where's this radioactivity coming from?

Do you remember that story that leaked out about us wanting to, uh...

...transport radioactive materials through Manhattan?

Sure. There was a big stink about it in the press.

Didn't somebody get a court order restraining you from doing it?

That's right. The case is still under appeal.

In the meantime, we can't move the stuff.

You see, it's already here.

The order is preventing us from, uh... moving it out.

'George Cooper.

'Suddenly just chucks it all, and drops out of sight.

'Resurfaces six months later with a...

'An award winning pictorial essay on derelicts who hang out in the sewers.'

So?

Look, everybody wants to be rich and famous.

But given the choice, most people prefer to be rich.

It's really rare to find someone who prefers fame.

- I don't know what you're talkin' about. - Sure, you do. I prefer fame myself.

- Just hasn't come my way, yet. - That is not why I did it.

- Oh, of course not. - He wasn't out to win any awards.

Just wanted to do something relevant.

- Oh! Relevant! - Yeah.

Oh. That's a bad word. It went off the okay word list years ago.

Look, what is this all about? What do you want? An interview or something?

- I want a story. - A story about what?

- About the sewer people. - Oh, I see.

I did a story about some people who happen to live in the sewer.

I'm not a reporter, I don't want to have anything to do with the press.

- Goodbye. - Forget the press!

What about the people down in the sewer?

- Come on, now. - You figure it out.

You may not know, but there's NRC men crawling all over this goddamn city.

Something's going wrong, and it's so bad, nobody wants to talk about it.

The cops are going nuts trying to figure out why a bag lady wants a hand gun.

They even start following you.

How does this tie in with the people that are missing?

- Well, now... - I'm not talkin' to you. I'm talkin' to him.

- There's no cause to be insolent, here. - Eat it!

What about the disappearances?

I'm aware of some alleged disappearances.

The little girl said that she saw a monster!

- Was she right? - I don't know.

- I think she was. - I'm not prepared to, uh...

...concede the existence of any monster.

The fact that these people are disappearing

at the same time that your guys go down.

You're telling me that that is just some sort of bizarre coincidence?

We don't have to listen to the lunatic ravings of this paranoid hippie.

I just want to know what is going on here!

Why? So you can get your name in the papers?

- So I can help! - We don't want your help.

Why not? I don't believe this, I just... I don't believe you!

What are you trying to hide?

You saw it.

You saw the monster.

Is that what you're going to tell the paper?

That you're afraid of monsters?

It's just what I'm going to tell them, if you don't fill me in!

Go ahead, go scream your fool head off.

This has been really fun, boys.

You, at least you... You kept your mouth shut.

You're a fool.

And you, sir, are a liar!

- I'll see you all on the front page... - You've got no evidence.

You're blind, buddy!

Have a nice day.

Long hair, carrying a paper bag. He just left.

Follow him. High priority.

You're an idiot, Bosch, you know that? You've really done it now.

- C.H.U.D.? - What?

- C-H-U-D. - Here, let me see.

Give me that. Where do you think you are, high school?

- That's a classified government file. - And what does it stand for?

- That's not important. - I'm through playing games.

Either you tell me what C.H.U.D. stands for,

or I'm going to the newspapers.

- Well, I have to get clearance. - You got a call on four.

Wilson here.

What? Really?

Okay, you know what to do.

Two gas company guys just found it.

A cannibalistic humanoid underground dweller.

A C.H.U.D. Alright?

It's dead.

- Mr. Wilson. - Doctor.

Good to see you. You'll have to put on one of these suits before we go in.

Gentlemen.

There's every indication this once was human.

It's dressed in the rags of a Bowery bum.

- Well, let's have it. - You realize this is just preliminary.

- Yes, yes, of course. - It was a gas leak, alright.

- Death by asphyxiation. - Good. Thank you.

Okay, that's it. I'm going ahead with the clean-up.

Well, wait... Wait a minute.

How do you know there aren't more of those things down there?

Of course there aren't any more. It was a freak accident.

It couldn't happen again. I'm sending my men back to work.

Alright, you do that. But I'm sending a team

armed with flame throwers right down there with them.

- I'm sorry, I can't let you do that. - You what?

I can't afford the publicity.

If you do that, every paper in town will be onto it.

- Well, I can fix it, so they won't. - You won't do it at all.

If I have to make it an order, I'll make it an order.

I don't take orders from you!

Sorry, Bosch. Wilson's in charge.

I understand how you feel. But like it or not, we're gonna do this my way.

Okay, I'm on the bottom now. Do you read me?

Hey! What the hell's going on here?

Alright, men. Fan out and form a solid line across the tunnel.

Now, Bosch. You leave this to me. Just watch the monitor.

You'll see there's nothing down there.

Son of a bitch.

- Parker, this is Bosch. You read me? - 'Loud and clear.'

Roger. Hang on.

- We're ready. - You're making a big mistake.

- Beg your pardon? - You've had your laugh,

- now get those men out of there. - I'm busy, Wilson.

- Benson? - 'Yes, sir?'

- Get those cops outta there. - What, are you kidding?

Your man has a camera. Mine has a flame thrower.

Okay, Parker, move 'em out.

'We're at the first intersection.'

Which way?

You're a college graduate. You figure it out.

I can wait as long as you can.

The, uh...

The north tunnel.

Take the north tunnel. Check it out, first.

'Everything looks clear.

- 'We're moving out.' - Don't take any chances.

First sign of trouble, get the hell outta there.

Move it!

I think I see something moving up ahead in the tunnel.

Get those flame throwers working.

- I'm trying to see what it is first. - Forget it.

'If it isn't saying hello, I don't care what it is.'

This is ridiculous. We're wasting time.

- Tell them to speed it up. - 'Radiation level's going up.'

- I see something, there in the flames! - Are you crazy?

- Nothing could possibly survive in... - 'Radiation level's going up!'

Parker?

Parker!

I've got to go along with Bosch now, Wilson.

- The people have to be warned. - No.

Come on, Wilson. How many of those things do you think there are?

- We'll stop them. - How?

- With gas. - Gas?

We can't use gas, it's too dangerous.

My men are doing an autopsy right now.

They'll come up with a dozen ways to kill those things.

Meantime we just sit around on our thumbs, right?

Come on, Bosch, you've got men out all over the city.

Who's gonna get hurt?

Yeah, admittedly, the guy's a little wacky, but suppose for an instant that he's right?

So what if he is? We don't want to get involved.

I've been down there, you know?

Well, is there something going on?

No, there's nothing going on, but...

So leave it alone.

Gone.

Prints of Victor's leg are gone.

And that's not the only thing that's...

Honey, have you been in my dark room?

No.

Hello, Murphy? This is George Cooper.

I want my photographs back. I think we ought to have a little talk.

I'll meet you on the northbound side of Chambers Street station

in a half-hour. Bye.

You look terrible. What the hell happened to you?

Nothing.

What's going on, Bosch?

I saw our monster.

We're not going anywhere and I'm not showing you anything

unless you give me my pictures back.

I don't have your pictures. The police have your pictures.

Police. You're still putting out that crap?

Why would the police take my photographs?

- There's a cover-up going on. - Cover-up.

You write this political bullshit? Cover-up of what?

I don't know, because I don't know what was in those photographs.

The only way to find out is to go down there.

- You wanna go down there? - Yeah, I wanna go down there. Now.

Cannibalistic humanoid underground dweller.

You gotta be fuckin' kiddin'.

God.

- What are we gonna do, Bosch? - I don't know.

Wilson is toying with the idea of flooding the sewers with gas.

What? God, that guy is a madman!

He is a madman.

Gas could drive those things up here.

Great, great.

What I'm saying is, this isn't the safest place to be.

I heard you the first time.

You want a lift somewhere?

No, I gotta cook dinner.

Keep your eye on that flame.

We can't wait any longer.

I've ordered my men to prep the city gas lines.

We'll seal off every tunnel in the area,

divert some of the gas mains back into those tunnels.

If there are any more incidents, we'll...

We'll turn those mains back on.

Are you crazy? You'll blow up the whole city!

I'm not gonna flood the whole city, only, uh, a section of Soho.

- Shh... - What?

You hear something?

No.

Listen, I did.

Holy...

What the hell are you doing with a gun?

You said Victor knows something.

If Victor wants a gun, I want a gun.

Come on.

Light. Light. Ah!

Hey, Val!

Hey, Val!

Val.

Jesus!

Hey, look, Val, man. You got to get outta here.

Get outta here, man. It's dangerous.

Look, the sky's falling. The sky's gonna shut.

It's gonna shut, Val.

Go on.

Get out.

- Sky. - Sky, yeah. Get out.

Go on.

Sky... Sky!

Val?

Val?

Oh!

You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!

Wilson!

Wilson... Wilson!

Wilson! Wilson!

Wilson!

Now, this is it. We have to go right through here.

Oh, you and your damn gun! Come on.

That's it, Murphy. You're on your own as far as I'm concerned.

I told you, I didn't want any more of this bullshit.

I mean, I have to be down...

Shit.

Murphy!

Goddammit.

Shit.

Damn it.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, police?

I found a mangled dog hanging in my basement

and I'd like to have someone come check it out.

Justin!

Justin, dinner!

Justin!

'I'm standing in front of what appears to be the scene of a massacre.

'But so far there has been no official confirmation

'as to exactly what happened here.

'In fact, at the present time'

no one even will confirm that anyone was killed.

'Two minutes to air time. Are you ready to go?'

'Yeah, I don't know what I'm gonna say.

'It doesn't make any sense. No witnesses, no bodies, just blood.

'And the place is crawling... But the officials won't talk.'

Right in this area. I want your team to take the north,

yours south, yours east, yours west.

I want ever manhole sealed off in a 10 block radius. Right?

Forget about the water mains. Concentrate on the gas mains

and the sewer mains. Forget about subway grating.

Now remember, those trucks are rigged to explode

on impact from below so watch the potholes.

God!

Victor!

You killed my brother!

- You Cooper? - Yeah.

- You alright? - Who are you?

I run the soup kitchen.

- On Kenmore. - Yeah, right.

Man, this is crazy.

- Come on. - Thank God they deliver!

Have you seen enough? Is this enough for you?

We can't wait any longer. We have to start pumping gas.

What about the subways? What about the power lines?

If we stop the subways, we'll kill every power line under the city.

Why not? I mean, you've killed everybody here.

All these people are dead because of you, Wilson.

My wife is dead because of you, you son of a bitch!

Easy, Bosch. Easy.

This is your responsibility, Wilson.

Someone's got to stop you and it's gonna have to be me.

You go back to the car, Captain. You understand me?

You go back to that car and you wait for further orders, Captain.

There are, uh, seven manholes at that intersection.

These are the only two that go anywhere. Seal 'em.

So as a precaution we're going to kill the power to the subways

and close down the stations.

'Are you saying that a gas explosion

- 'caused the wreck of this diner?' - 'I'm not saying that.

'And it would be imprudent to speculate on that at this point.

'I'm merely saying that a situation exists that's made it necessary

'for us to temporarily divert some of the gas lines

'into the city's sewer system.'

Now, what the hell is this?

- He started. - He started what?

- Closing off the fucking tunnels. - Why?

They're gonna start pumping gas down here to kill those things.

- This is the only way that I know. - Let's beat 'em to the next one.

Goddammit!

Get up!

Holy shit, man! Holy shit! This is... Look at this!

- This is radiation. - I know.

Wait! Wait, wait. Wait! What is this?

- This is more of that radioactive shit. - No, it's different, look!

That's weird.

''Contamination hazard urban disposal?''

This shit's contaminated.

This shit is toxic waste.

Wilson!

This is Wilson's poison dump!

I don't believe it. Look at all this shit.

They must have been dumping this stuff here for years

It's got to be Wilson. But what the hell's the NRC got to do with all this!

Holy shit!

C.H.U.D.

- Are we ready? - Yes, sir, they're all covered.

Start the gas.

What is that?

Cooper. Cooper!

Help! No!

Shh! Shh! Shh!

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's alright.

It's okay. Okay.

Shit, man!

- Noxious gas. - What?

Wait a second! There's a camera over there.

- There's a camera. - What?

There's a camera.

This is it, man.

Hey! Mayday! Mayday!

Look, hey, we're trapped down here.

There's no audio.

- There's a headset. - Let's just get out of here.

There's a headset jack on this thing. All we have to do is find the headset.

Let's get out of here, man.

'Is anybody there?'

- Get Captain Bosch! - Keep going. Just keep talking.

- 'Get Captain...' - Who the hell are you?

'Hey! Get somebody.'

'Hey, Captain, this is Sanderson.

'I just got a very strange phone call from some NRC guy.

'He said it was urgent.

'He said, ''Tell Bosch, he's got the Reverend on the video

'''in the NRC control room.''

'Do you know what that means?'

Help!

Somebody help me!

Help!

Somebody help me!

Ah!

Ah!

'Reverend? This is Bosch. Do you read me?'

- Yeah, Bosch. - Where are you?

I'm here. I'm at that place where your guys got killed.

- All right, see the side tunnel? - Yeah.

'About 100 yards down that tunnel to the right'

there's a ladder to a manhole. Be there. I'll open it.

Yeah, I'll be there. I got to tell you something, man.

- It can wait. - 'No, it can't wait. It's about Wilson.'

Come on, let's go.

Man, come on!

Step up the pressure. We've got to have more gas.

May I have your attention? This is an emergency!

Who has the key to the truck parked in the corner

of Washington and Dekalb Street?

There are people trapped under a manhole.

We need to move the truck to get them out.

- Who has the key? - Right here.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

We've already started the gas.

Those things will be looking for a way out. It's too risky.

For who? For you?

What, afraid people are gonna get wind of your filthy little project

and find out who you really are? Give me the keys, goddammit!

Maybe the press would like to hear about this. Hey, you guys!

Hey, all right! Come on.

All right, Bosch. What are you gonna tell them?

For starters, I'll tell them there's more than leaky canisters down there.

- So what does that mean? - You're not from the NRC.

You'll cover for 'em as long as it's convenient for you

but you don't care about that. You want them to clean up their mess

before anybody finds out what's really going on.

You don't know what you're talking about.

I know what C.H.U.D. stands for. Cannibalistic, my ass!

Contamination hazard urban disposal.

You know, you're nothing but the government garbage man.

You take industrial waste,

you take toxic slugs from every research project

and dump it under the streets of our city.

- Christ! - You can't hide it anymore, Wilson.

Give me the keys. I'm gonna get those men out of there.

- I can't let you do that. - It's over, Wilson.

I said, I can't let you do that.

How are you gonna cover up killing a cop, huh?

I don't know. But I can't let that story get out.

- You won't shoot me, Wilson. - I will if I have to.

Isn't this it?

Move it! Police! Move it!

Stop the gas! Who's in charge?

- They've gotta stop the gas. - Stop it? Why?

My husband's down there. Who's in charge?

- Some NRC guy... - Show me...

- Where is he? - He just went down there.

It's jammed.

- Hey, you guys down there? - Bosch, hurry!

I'm here.

What was that?

George, look out!

Bosch.

Come on. Get up! Get up! He's trying to kill us.

Get up.

No!

No!

Nice shot.

Bosch!

'Life in the city has returned to normal

'following the mysterious explosion in downtown Soho.

'Summing up the findings of a special government task force,

'the mayor declared that the sudden eruption was caused

'by a massive gas leak.

'The government report also dismisses rumours

'of strange creatures living underground,

'as the absurd invention of the lunatic fringe.

'The report assures us that these monsters are pure science fiction

'and nothing more.'

- What'll it be, boys? - Rare cheeseburger and a coke.

- Same here. - Coming up.

- Nice legs. - Stop it.

- Where'd you learn to cook like this? - Shouldn't you boys be on duty?