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Harry.

Uh, you should've called.

I did.

Unwinding.

It's a long day.

- Old friends?
- I re... I really wish you would've called.

I did, twice. Left voice mail.

Well, it must be important then.

You drove all the way out here.

I think I found the guy
that killed Daisy.

Okay.

Jesus.

You think?

It's him.

But I got to prove it.

Oh.

Well, uh...

get back to me when you do.

Thanks for the update.

Hey. Whoa, whoa. Look.

Liz... what is this?

What are you doing here?

What does it look like?

I'm putting one foot
in front of the other.

Okay.

Isn't that the fucking miracle?

Going to work,
going to meetings.

Coming home
to an empty apartment.

Change is a process.

Fuck you.

What I've lost...

What I've done...

They don't have a fucking clue.

And neither do you.

I should go back inside.

Hey, call your sponsor.

Go home, Harry.

I was recently
approached by a drug dealer.

Something of a kingpin.

A Dominican fellow.

Thought I might be interested
in a business opportunity.

To deal drugs?

To use my charity

to launder his I'argent.

Clean his filthy cash.

So, what did you say to him?

What could I say?

No, of course.

So, what am I doing here?

I am an honest citizen.

It is my duty to report
this man to the law.

You have a name?

Felix Mariama.

I'll look into it.

Merci. Oh, one more thing.

I know the names of the men

who killed your two detectives.

I'm listening.

John Winston

and Robert Marvel.

My cover's blown.

No doubt.

And my fucking CI
killed your cops.

Mm-hmm.

Shit.

You believe him?

He wouldn't do this

if he couldn't deliver.

Betraying people when expedient.

Trading information.

It's what Avril does,
how he survives.

It's a big risk.

Jakes could flip on him.

Who's gonna believe the word
of two cop killers?

I don't know what that means.

We got to be very careful
with this motherfucker.

Okay.

Let's dial in RHD.

See what we can salvage.

Already put in a call.

You let me know when and where.

Hey.

Your-your request
only just landed.

New suspect for
the Daisy Clayton partial.

- Well, how soon do you need it?
- Now.

Look, even if I wasn't swamped...

Peer reviews,
supervisor review...

How long?

A-A week, maybe.

Daisy was 14, Wanda.

Raped, murdered and bleached.

Then he put her on display.

Shit.

Won't be enough for an arrest.

Might be enough
for a search warrant.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Defense is arguing there wasn't

probable cause for a wiretap.

Didn't the judge
already decide there was

- when she gave us a warrant?
- Chandler's saying I misled her.

Attacking your judgement,
at the very least,

but both your names
are on the warrant.

It was, uh...

Johnson and Moore,
monitored the wire?

- That's right.
- I may need them, as well.

I'm playing phone tag
with Agent Reece.

Sobel wanted to see if the wire

got results on Alicia Kent...
It did.

Communication with her
accomplice, Maxwell's identity.

None of this matters if ex ante
the warrant was insufficient.

We have to re-establish
that the standard was met.

Or Alicia Kent walks.

Let's go over
exactly what evidence

you cited to get this warrant.

Are you sure
it's the same encampment?

Cole Avenue group, yeah.

They've migrated to Cahuenga.

It's hard to help people
who don't want

to help themselves, I.T.

I agree, but if we can
eliminate the drugs

and predatory individuals
from these communities,

then who knows?

Uh, speaking of predators.

Oh, Jack Killoran.

What about him?

Car czar made a cameo
at the encampment

while we were watching.

Complete with camera crew.

I'll let the chief know.

Lieutenant.

Sergeant Alvarez.

I felt the hoarfrost
of Internal Affairs.

Mm-hmm.

How you think she's holding up?

- I.T.? Hard to tell.
- Mm-hmm.

Fingers crossed.

And them?

Ice Station Zebra.

That was not a good movie.

No, it wasn't.

Uh-oh.

Detectives.

Ms. Chandler.

Counselor.

See you back at the station.

How's Maddie?

She's good, thanks for asking.

Oh, my office isn't
the same without her.

Appreciate you giving her
a taste of the other side.

I want her back next summer.

Halls of justice can always

use another smart,
spirited defense attorney.

Don't hold your breath.

Oh. Not her decision?

No, of course it is.

But?

Checks and balances, Harry.

The system won't work
without the yin

to law enforcement's yang.

Like Flores and Veronica Allen?

It isn't personal for me.

The way it is for you.

Maybe that's the problem.

Your partner says

she has issues
with a supervisor,

you take it to a captain.

By the book.

Right, put me in a bind.

Well, your actions
aren't under review.

Feels like they are.

You have witnessed your partner
being made uncomfortable

by Lieutenant Billets?

I have.

In your judgement inappropriate?

- No.
- It was nothing.

Well, it bothered you enough
that you told your partner.

I tell him a lot of things,

riding around in the car.

I wasn't asking
anybody to fix it,

or even saying
that it should be.

So you don't have any problems
with Lieutenant Billets?

Nothing that needs
departmental intervention.

Has the lieutenant or anyone

put pressure on you
to walk this back?

Absolutely not, no.

Fuck.

This whole thing has been
blown out of proportion.

Okay.

Thank you.

Yesterday the cops made
a big splashy sweep

to clear out all these
street people.

And today, they're back.

From not even two blocks over.

Operation Safe Sidewalks
is whack-a-mole.

Naive, and not sustainable.

Look.

Homelessness is an epidemic.

And no question,
we have to address it.

But this...
this is a campaign stunt.

Brought to you
by a police chief who has

the manpower to waste on it.

This is not the answer
this crisis needs.

And Chief Irving, God love him,

is not the answer
this city needs for mayor.

Glad you find this amusing.

Pretty slick,
I'll give him that.

But revealing.

How so?

This early in the campaign?

The act of a desperate man.

A desperate man
is a dangerous man.

How do you know it was Winston

and Marvel?

They bragged about it.

Why would they do that?

Intimidation.

"See what we did to them?

Same for you, if you cross us."

So why didn't you tell
this to Detective Edgar

when he asked you
if you knew who did it?

Corrupt policemen.

How should I know who to trust?

Well, what's changed?

Mariama.

The Jamaicans are forcing
his criminal activity on me.

I'm trapped.

I'm scared.

I had to do something.

Mariama was arrested last night
for a murder in K-town.

Ah.

That is good to hear.

So what is it you want
for telling us this?

Nothing.

To be a good citizen.

To see justice done.

And... perhaps,

be forgiven
for my small mistakes.

Think I need a shower.

Yeah, you were right, Jerry.
Real fucking piece of work.

Twisting truth to his advantage
is an art form for him.

If he knows you're DEA,
why keep up the Mariama charade?

To fuck with us.

I've lost my way in.

I say we wire him up.

Get the Jakes
to incriminate themselves.

Dance with the devil.

I'm not seeing any alternatives.

All right.

- Hey, Wanda.
- Yeah, Bosch.

Your suspect's prints are a
possible match for your partial.

- How possible?
- Well, I usually like to have

16 minutiae plot points
to say conclusively.

I found 11, no exclusions, so...

Likely, but not certain.

- Right.
- It'll do.

- Thanks.
- Hope that helps.

- Put it on my tab.
- Yeah, yeah.

Judge Wexler signed off
on the search warrant.

We'll bang in
on the warehouse tomorrow.

I'll be tied up with RHD.

This isn't Haiti, Jerry.

You'll get Avril on the rebound.

People have been saying that
for 20 years.

No one's untouchable.

Right.

I wanted you
to hear it from me first.

Haitian's gonna skate free
for this, isn't he?

He's giving us the guys
who killed Gary.

- I'm sure of it.
- We get the guns,

but not who pulled
their trigger.

Dwight.

Haitian folklore,
there's this dark-side spirit.

Ti Malis. He's a trickster.

Feeds on people's greed.

Stay clear of him, Dwight.
For real this time.

He will.

Yeah. I hear you.

We got to take what we can.
Not get greedy.

That you talking,
or someone else?

You know what I miss the most?

His smile.

Ever since he knew how to,
he'd flash that smile, and...

whatever shit I felt
just faded away.

I'm not done with him.

Hey. How was your night?

It was low-key.

- Antonio on the night shift?
- Yeah.

Dad, what if I decided not
to take my semester abroad?

Because of Antonio?

You know me better than that.

Just asking.

I want to take catch-up classes,
so I can apply to law school.

Sounds like you made
your choice.

Just a narrowing down.

You disappointed?

No. Not at all.

Your mom wanted to go
to law school.

She never told me that.

True story.

Feds got to her first.

Hmm.

So, another summer
working for Money Chandler?

I don't know. What do you think?

I think it's your decision.

Morning, Chief.

Jack Killoran.

What could we possibly
need to talk about?

I don't know.

Bill Frank? His son Beto?

I'll text you time and place.

Who was that?

- What?
- On the phone just now?

Oh, it was a robocall.

Edge.

Harry. Patrol's at his house,
no answer.

- Message service says he hasn't checked in.
- So, all clear?

Get us inside, Sergeant.

Hey, guys.

- Thanks for helping out.
- Oh, big sacrifice.

Yeah, CAPs desk
will be chaos without us.

- Clear!
- Clear!

Code 4.

Jesus.

Van's about the right vintage.

- Registration's current.
- Mm.

You smell that?

Perfume.

He's active.

Get SID in here.

Yeah.

- Harry?
- Yeah.

Looks like the one
your vic got bleached in?

Very same.

She looked troubled.

I put my hand on her shoulder,

like you would do
to comfort a friend.

But you're
her commanding officer.

Well, I find
that it's sometimes effective

to combine command
and compassion.

Have you ever had
an inappropriate

workplace relationship,
Lieutenant?

Is that in my file?

Between the lines.

Look at your record,

there's got to be some reason
you didn't make captain.

Stuck on the list.

Right. Well, Captain Cooper
got his hand slapped

for juking the Hollywood
crime stats last year.

He did.

Any clue who leaked the story
to the Times?

Maybe the lab'll get lucky
with a hit on that fingernail.

Guy with easy
access to biowaste disposal

is not gonna leave much behind.

Ah, people get careless,
do anything long enough.

Crims are here.

Oh,
have 'em start at the back of the van.

- There's evidence back there.
- Right.

This transmitter will get hot
after about an hour.

I think he's worn one before.

Ah, don't worry.

Twou manti pafon.

Am I right?

The hole of lies isn't deep.

You'd know.

We just need them to say

- the magic words, Mr. Avril.
- Yeah.

Don't push them.

- Bait them.
- I understand.

Detective Edgar comes from

a family of heroes in Haiti.

Did you know that?

Save your bullshit
for the Jakes.

Gracias.

- Totally. Thanks.
- Yes.

Thank you.

Postmortem. This is Dillon.

Where?

Uh, scale of ten,
what's the mess factor?

Okay.

Yep, yep. On my way.

Sloppy paperwork.

I took the heat
so my staff wouldn't.

Lieutenant Thorne got the days.

Well, crime stats are his watch.

Must've been frustrating
for you, though.

Someone inside tipped the Times.

Blood under the bridge.

I guess.

Well, there doesn't seem to be
much in this 128, Captain.

I'm just following policy.

If anything,
the filing of it feels punitive.

My hands were tied.

Pierce change his story?

What story?

Oh, obviously, she has everyone
backing off now.

Sir?

We both know how this works.

Are you making
a new allegation of misconduct

by Lieutenant Billets?

No.

- Okay.
- I mean,

how would we ever prove it?
Am I right?

I can put you in one
of these babies at cost, Chief.

We have
a first responder discount.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Killoran?

Start by getting in.

There's something
you need to see.

I apologize for the secrecy.

It's a sincere effort

on my part to spare you

embarrassment and shame.

From what?

From this.

Reporter from the Times
pay you a visit?

He is an ambitious SOB,
isn't he?

Well, I guess you gave him
what he wanted.

It sounds like
you did the right thing, Irv.

You protected the brand.

You saved a career.

It's just, you know,

the appearance that you...

did it for personal gain.

It's just...
The optics are a bitch.

But suppose
you dropped out of the race

and endorsed me for mayor.

You could spin it
any way you want.

Gonna spend time
with your new family.

Whatever.

You do know this is a crime?

Hear me out. I want to see you
get a second term as chief.

Finish all this great shit
you started.

Such as?

You know.

I could arrest you right now
for extortion.

Yeah, you could.

But if that audio goes viral,

it might look like
you're trying to silence me.

And you can't play social media

the way you can a news story.

That shit takes on
a life of its own.

Food for thought.

We could do great things
together for the city, Irv.

As a team.

Uh, last name Dillon.

Detectives.

- You must be Dillon.
- Yeah.

- Is the crime scene upstairs?
- No. Right here.

All done?

Not quite yet.

We are now, though.

Where Remi?

Having a personal day.

Please.

What's this about, then?

Old business.

And new.

We need to speak
about those detectives.

Marcos and Arias.

Not a problem anymore.

Should be
talking back to business.

I hear rumors

that you outsourced the killing.

What?

Hired local gangsters.

Took all the credit.

Who feeds you this bullshit?

If it's true,

you're reckless.

And weak.

And tried to saddle me
with the Dominican.

You've heard wrong.

Peut-être.

Still, maybe it's better

that you find someone else
to do your laundry now.

You just now come
to this decision?

It's been a long time coming.

Marcos and Arias dead

benefits us all, huh?

Mostly.

The cops, them would've squawk.

Maybe you will turn pigeon, too.

Your threats have

no teeth.

Wait for the bite.

Yes.

I'll keep my eye out

for the kids you will pay
to come after me.

Come up behind on them.

Both sides of the car.

Cops were smiling.

Hmm.

Thinking we were their boys.

We kill them cops.

No one does it for us.

Perfect.

Boom. Boom.

Nothing changes.

Initiate. Initiate.

Down! On the ground!

See your hands!

Turn around!

Down on your knees!

Now!

Hands behind your head,
interlace your fingers.

Face forward!

Turn around!

You lied to me.

I can see why.

Mattress in your old van.

Chain restraints.

Found prints

down inside one
of the floor seams

where you probably didn't think
to clean for them.

Broken fingernail.

She's in the NCIC database.

Runaway from Tulsa. 16.

Two months ago.

She your latest?

Pictures, names,

hometowns.

Matter of time before we link
you to every one of these girls.

But perfect setup, right?

Grab 'em off the street.

Do your thing.

Disappear the bodies.

You think I'm a serial killer?

No one's gonna bat an eye.

But I got to ask you a question.

You bring what's left

to the commercial disposal
outfit you use for work?

No, no, no, no. Y...

You've got it all wrong.

Hmm.

I heard
you were one of the smart ones.

Educate me.

Those girls are all alive.

Not her.

I got an eyewitness.

Saw you pick her up
the night she died.

I might be able
to help you with this one.

Mm-hmm.

And help you save Shara.

But you got to help me
get a lawyer and a deal.

I don't think so.

There's this guy who buys girls.

He's got her right now.

Probably others.

But probably not for long.

Mr. Avril.

Nice to see you again, sir.

DDA Parker?

That's me.

Beckelman. State.

We talked on the phone.

How'd it go?

Good.

We have what we need.

For now.

Great.

We'll make him available to you,

as required, going forward.

But LAPD and the DEA
will need to back off.

As agreed.

What?

Your man is responsible for at
least three in-country murders.

Detective. Detective.

Detective.

Whatever he did for us
in Haiti...

He ran death squads.

You knew about this?

Figured it was coming.

Nothing you or me can do, I.

He's been grabbing

runaways off the street,
sexually assaulting them

and then feeding them
to a human trafficker.

- Jesus.
- His lawyer floated self-defense,

with Daisy.

Can you prove it wasn't?

Not with what I have.

He'll plead to manslaughter,

tell us where his buyer
keeps the girls.

You get a hold of the D.A.
supervisor in Major Crimes?

Sending us a prosecutor.

Human Traffic Task Force
standing by

- for the raid and rescue.
- All right.

We can use Edgewood's team.
Pierce, Vega.

Blue suits as required.

Sorry to barge in.

Uh, Harry,
Elizabeth Clayton's out front.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

I just wanted to apologize
for the other night.

We caught him.

What?

We caught him.

Oh, shit.

Come inside.

Cup of coffee?

No. I can't.

I, uh, uh...

I-I got to go. I got to...

Bring your friend.

Did he confess to it?

It's complicated.

There's other girls.

Still alive.

You're gonna bargain?

With my daughter's killer?

I need him to admit he did it.

He thinks
I've got more than I do.

If we can save a life,

a life like Daisy's,

it won't be for nothing.

No, it won't.

It won't.

She'd want that.

And he won't walk?

No.

How long?

Even with manslaughter,

he'll get the max.

11 years.

How much of that will he do?

I thought I would feel different
when this day came.

Irv?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're lying.

Just taking stock of what I have

and what's important.

What happened?

I got a reality check.

Sounds ominous.

No.

More like a release.

Yes.

Uh, we good?

Yeah.

We're good, Detective.

Government said
he's still an active asset.

Afraid of all the
embarrassing shit he can sling

from the inside of a cage.

They're gonna shield him from
the crimes he's admitted to us.

What about the murder
of Gary Wise?

Step forward, step back.

Nature of the fucking job.

Hey.

Jerry,

I just caught something
you better see.

What is it?

- Jerry.
- Drive-by?

Conniff. Conniff.

Late coming home.

Dwight's wife called Southside.

Tracked his phone.

Somebody with her?

Yeah.

We should put a car
on the house.

I already took care of it.

This is Avril.

He was with you all day.

Yes, he was.

Perfect alibi.

- Jerry...
- Fuck!

You're too close to this,
brother.

Step away.

Let RHD do their thing.

Would you?