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Hi, Vincent. Honey Chandler.

I apologize for calling so late.

Just a reminder to review
your video testimony

before our meeting tomorrow.

All right,
see you in the morning.

[door closes]

[Chandler] Vincent, me again.

I'm about to leave for downtown.

Call me, text me.
Meet me in the lobby.

Don't be late.

And I hope you're ready.

[dog barking in distance]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
- ♪ Can't let go ♪

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

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

- ♪ Can't let go ♪
- ♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪

- ♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
- ♪ Can't let go, can't let go ♪

♪ Got a feeling that I can't let go ♪

- ♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
- ♪ Can't let go, can't let go ♪

♪ Can't let go ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Like me ♪

[indistinct chatter]

["Twinkle Twinkle
Little Star" playing]

"Twinkle Twinkle"?

You hate it?

It's not too late.
We can change it.

It's fine.

I'm sure he'll love it.

Might drive us crazy.

They had Brahms.

Love Brahms.

Maybe we should get that?

You a little anxious?

A little.

How about you?

In a good way.

Got to go.

Enjoy it.

Enjoy what?

Your last day
without diaper duty.

We'll see.

Why didn't you get the message?

She left it on my work phone.

Which I forgot
to forward to my cell.

Don't beat yourself up.

Nothing you could've done
about it last night anyway.

We'll never know, will we?

[Bosch] So, what do we know?

eMe took out La Mayorista

before she had a chance
to cut a deal and flip.

And it's a warning to Alvarez.

Sure he heard it loud and clear.

Maybe we can amplify it,
move him to talk.

Get who to talk?

Alvarez.

Need you to stick
a pin in Alvarez.

Got a double
in Beachwood Canyon.

Cleaning lady called it in
this morning.

- [siren wailing]
- [reporter speaking indistinctly]

Looks like they got
the party started right.

Didn't end so well.

Be glad you weren't invited.

Takeout, suitcases.

Doesn't feel like anybody
actually lives here.

No family photos or...

Short-term rental?

[phone rings]

Hey, Bosch.

How's that double?

Listen, need any help,
we could be there

in, uh, 15 flat.

Need you to work up
an address for me.

Address.

Super.

Okay, what do you got?

4937 Canyon Cove.

Looks like some kind of STR.

[Barrel] So you need, uh,

owner, property manager,
rental agency,

licenses, the whole megillah.

Yeah, you know the drill.

On it like a bonnet.

"Bonnet"?

Bite me. It rhymes.

[sighs] You gonna help
with this or not?

What's the address?

4937 Canyon Cove.

Reduced in the twilight
of my career

to a secretary with a badge.

I might as well have joined
the Highway Patrol.

Ah... Broderick Crawford.

A forgotten man.

Hmm.

[Bosch] Double tap to the pump.

No apparent exit wounds.

Small caliber.

Close range. Stippling.

Fabric burns.

Pro?

Let's not jump to conclusions.

[Pierce] Alessandra Dowd.

McCadden Place,
corrective lenses, 27.

Holy shit,
dead dude's Vincent Franzen.

The bunco artist?

Chandler's client.

And the woman?

Not Mrs. Franzen, I'm guessing.

Doesn't look like
a "staycation with the missus"

sort of situation, does it?

You might make
a homicide detective yet.

Pretty fancy shooting
for a disgruntled investor.

Or a jealous spouse.

We jumping yet?

Leaning that way.

Pro?

Pro.

[phone rings]

Hollywood Watch Commander.

PSR Reed speaking.
How can I help you?

Stand by one.

I'll transfer you
to the detective desk.

- Grace.
- Louella.

Pull an incident for me?

Officers Leonard and Norris.

Yeah, Hunter and Lloyd think
they might have been ghosted

- requesting back up.
- Couple of charmers.

Yeah, quick
and on the QT, please.

Duck soup.

[phone rings]

Hollywood Watch Commander.

Oh, man, that's sick.

In every sense of the word.

- Kind of funny, though.
- In a twisted sort of way.

L.T. like you never
imagined her.

Can't unsee that.

Seared into my cerebral cortex
for all eternity.

Unsee what?

What's, uh, so fascinating?

Let me see.

[clears throat]

- This your creation?
- No way, Sarge.

- Just landed in our in-boxes.
- Yeah.

Don't delete that.

Let's go into my office.

We've got some paperwork to do.

- [both] Yes, Sarge.
- Yeah.

[receptionist] Ms. Chandler's
office.

Harry Bosch for Honey Chandler.

[receptionist] Not in.
Can I take a message?

Yeah, have her call
Detective Bosch.

It's very important.

[line rings]

[Chandler] If you know who this
is, then you know what to do.

Chandler, call me back ASAP.

It's about your client
Vincent Franzen.

[phone rings and buzzes]

Bosch.

Los Angeles is a...

small freaking town,
you know that?

Tell me.

[Barrel] 4937 Canyon Cove,

owner of record is
your old pal Honey Chandler.

Rental property?

[Barrel] Not registered
with Airbnb

or any other, uh,
short-term rental site.

Permits, licenses, tax liens?

Ah, she owns it free and clear.

Crate thinks it's an afternoon
delight trysting site.

A love nest.

Hernando's Hideaway.

Okay. Thanks.

[phone rings]

What's up, Dad?

- You know where Chandler is?
- Home. Why?

Been trying to reach her.
She's not answering her phone.

- When's the last time you spoke with her?
- [Maddie] This morning.

I'm picking her up
for a meeting, I'm pulling up

- to her place right now.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Maddie, park down the block.

Do not ring the bell,
do not go inside, wait for me.

- I'm on my way.
- Dad, what's going on?

- You're scaring me.
- Do what I say!

- Wait for me! I'm on my way!
- What's up?

- This place belongs to Chandler. I can't reach her.
- Oh, shit.

[line rings]

[Chandler] If you know who this
is, then you know what to do.

♪ ♪

Ms. Chandler?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Ms. Chandler.

[Maddie panting]

Fuck.

Fuck.

[line rings]

[operator] 911.
What's your emergency?

- I need an ambulance.
- [siren approaching]

[tires screech]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[sobbing]

[Bosch] It's okay.

It's okay, honey.

It's okay.

- [continues crying]
- [shushing]

It's okay.

[sobbing]

When you say "over," you mean...

No, I know.

It's a big relief.

I can imagine.

I have to take this.

Thanks again.

This is great news.

Jen.

Guess what.

No grand jury.

FBI's closing the case.

Sergeant, turn on KPCC.

Yes, ma'am.

[Larry Mantle] ...prominent
civil rights attorney

and perennial thorn in the side

of the city and county
of Los Angeles,

racking up millions
in settlements,

is in critical condition.

Her clients have run the gamut

from the so-called Black Widow,
Veronica Allen,

to LAPD Detective Harry Bosch

to millionaire con artist
Vincent Franzen,

who was found shot dead
this morning.

No word yet if the two
incidents are connected.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Look out.
The cavalry has arrived.

Bennett.

- Santiago.
- Bosch.

- J. Edgar.
- Jed.

- Hey.
- [Bosch] Been a minute.

- How's RHD?
- Hey, it beats Shooting Newton.

Don't miss the action?

Eh, too old for it.

Ah.

Look good. RHD suits you.

It's a sea cruise.

Guys here to Bigfoot our case?

[Robertson] Come on.

You knew this had RHD stamped
on it from jump.

The notorious Money Chandler.

Besides, we hear
you've got your hands full.

They're connected.

Mm. Look forward
to working with you.

Back at you.

[Robertson] Pretty clear
where he came and went.

Similar scene as yours?

Except somehow he missed
killing Chandler outright.

Wouldn't be surprised
she's DOA at the hospital.

Time of death on your double?

Late last night.

Well, this is fresh.
Blood's not dry.

- What's the connection?
- [Bosch] Good question.

She had a meeting this morning.

We'll need a special master
to access her files.

Doing the paperwork as we speak.

Jimmy.

Bullet graze?

[Edgar] Deflected
the first shot

just enough to miss the heart?

Talk about lucky.

If she lives,
she should buy a lottery ticket.

I need to talk to your daughter.

Mind if I listen in?

Usual ground rules apply.

You avoiding me for some reason?

No.

It's the boys. The job...

You've had sons and a job
as long as I've known you.

Whatever's going on with you,

that ain't it.

You usually drive her to work?

No, she usually drove herself.

Why did she need a ride
this morning?

She likes to be driven when she
has a hearing or a deposition.

Helps her focus
on legal strategy

instead of her road rage.

And where was she going today?

She had a deposition.

Downtown, with the SEC.

She was being deposed?

No. One of her clients.

Vincent Franzen.

Vincent Franzen
was being deposed.

Right.

Any idea what about?

I think I'm not supposed
to talk about clients.

We're working on a way
to allow you to do that.

Special master?

That's right.

Is she gonna make it?

She might.

Thanks to you.

I'm really tired.

I think that's enough for now.

I'll have Jerry take you home.

You did great.

She'd be proud of you.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[door closes]

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Looks like they, uh,

photoshopped your department ID.

Inside job.

Any idea who?

None.

It's all over the Internet?

Well, I'm no Bill Gates

and I found it.

Three keystrokes.

I want to find who did this

and string them up
by their scrotums.

With fishhooks.

Ouch.

Um... yes, ma'am.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You gonna be okay?

Want me to come in?

You have work to do.

Thanks.

Yeah.

And thanks for the ride.

You got somebody you can call?

Yeah. If I need to.

Thanks, Jerry.

[gate creaks]

[gate latches]

From day one,

I have set the safety
of Angelenos as my priority.

LAPD must be both effective
and accountable.

To that end,

I'm appointing former
Deputy Chief Nestor Delgado

to fill Frank Alexander's seat
on the police commission board.

- Chief Delgado?
- [Delgado] Thank you, Mayor.

Protect and serve.

LAPD's motto.

It's time to live up to it.

Make no mistake...

[phone buzzes]

- Chief?
- Understand you're working

the Franzen double
and the Chandler case.

[Bosch] We've got Franzen.

RHD's taking Chandler;
Robertson's the lead.

- How is Chandler?
- In surgery.

Prognosis?

Dicey.

- And the arson case?
- Working it.

Waiting for one of the bombers
to come to Jesus.

After what happened last night
at the women's jail...

Well, probably reassessing
his options.

We'll get him there.

Sure you don't have
more dinner on your plate

than you can say grace over,
Detective?

I can handle it, sir.

Sure you don't want
to call an Uber?

Ah, I got my city ride.
[exhales]

I worry about you
when you drive.

You and the city of Los Angeles.

What's wrong
with the way I drive?

Jimmy.

I was riding with you all day

- and saying my rosary.
- Hmm.

I didn't know you were Catholic.

I'm not.

I drive defensively.

You drive like a New Yorker.

I am a New Yorker.

Point taken.

- Tomorrow I drive.
- Yeah, night.

You go first.

Try not to ding anybody
on the way out.

Eat my dust.

Yeah?

[engine starts]

Feel like a drink?

Sorry.

Not tonight.

[engine starts]

[insects trilling]

She's the best at what she does.

I agree.

She told me once
she hates her nickname.

Just hates it.

I always thought it suited her.

She always was about the money.

Come on, she's...

a lot more than just mercenary.

I know. She defends
the occasional widow and orphan

when there's a big fat
contingency fee

- on the other end.
- No, I know, I know.

She works the system.

No, she plays the system.

Like a billiard table.
Every angle.

Give the devil her due.

She's one tough cookie.

Here's to her. To Money.

To Honey.

To Honey.

[sighs]

[footfalls approaching]

[sighs]

What are you brooding about?

Just conducting
a realistic appraisal

of my future prospects.

And?

Time I started thinking
about what comes next.

[sighs]

Maybe Delgado won't be
so bad as a commissioner.

He's a disaster.

A prime example of a man
who doesn't know

what he doesn't know.

And what he really wants
is my job.

Well, he can have it
after your second term.

What second term?

I'll finish my stint,
she'll make him chief.

[scoffs]

Let's face it, I'm a lame duck.

I love you anyway.

[grunts]

Lieutenant.

You got a minute?

Yeah. Uh, walk with me.

- I saw the picture.
- Yeah, everyone has.

I had my own episode
of this crap.

Used condoms on my windshield.

- Gross.
- Mm. I know, right?

Any idea why they did it?

I mean,
not that they needed a reason.

I didn't want
to date one of them.

Damned if you do,
damned if you don't.

- Happy I didn't.
- I hear that.

[exhales] Any idea who did it?

Me? I'm making a list.

[grunts softly]

- [monitor beeping steadily]
- [filtered breathing]

[woman] [over P.A.] Pediatric
specialist to the NICU.

Pediatric specialist,
please report to the NICU.

So you never changed
a diaper, right?

I've changed a tire.

[Agrawal] Mr. and Mrs. Irving.

- [Irving] Dr. Agrawal.
- I see you have your car seat.

- Very good.
- Is he ready?

I know you're anxious
to bring him home.

- Is something wrong?
- Nothing serious.

James has a mild case
of hyperbilirubinemia.

- Well, it sounds serious.
- Sounds worse than it is.

James has jaundice.

Common in newborns.
Many full-term babies get it.

About 80% of preemies do.

- And what's the treatment?
- Phototherapy.

Light.

A few more days, I promise.

Mm-hmm. Of course.

Uh, looks like
you get a reprieve.

Diaper duty?

Exactly.

I saw Vincent Franzen in court
when he was arraigned,

um, at the office,
meeting with Ms. Chandler.

And when we videotaped

what he was gonna say
to the SEC.

- Also at the office?
- Yes.

And also when I dropped off
a copy of that video

for him to review the night
before the SEC meeting.

- At the Beachwood Canyon house?
- That's right.

The night he was killed.

I guess.

[exhales]

And the video.
What was that about?

You're not violating privilege.

The Special Master has given us
access to her files.

[Maddie] [sighs] Honey... uh,

Ms. Chandler...
wanted him to rehearse

what he was gonna say
to the SEC.

[Robertson] Any idea
what he was gonna tell them?

Yes. I was in the room.

[Robertson] The entire time?

[Maddie] Yes.

Honey asked me
to run the camera.

And you stayed and listened.

Yes.

So, what was his story?

He wanted to make a deal
on the fraud charges.

The gold bullion scam?

He said he knew about some
gigantic insider trading scheme.

- He name names?
- Just one.

This hedge fund guy.
Carl Rogers.

After he rehearsed
his story, then what?

- I made copies.
- Of the video?

One for Ms. Chandler
and-and one for Mr. Franzen.

- DVDs?
- Thumb drives.

Um, I gave one to her
and I took the other one

to the Beachwood Canyon house
and I dropped it off.

- Did you see Franzen?
- Yes, he answered the door.

And then I gave it to him along
with a laptop to watch it on.

- What time?
- 9:30, quarter of 10:00.

Excuse me a moment.

[door closes]

Did you all recover a thumb
drive and a laptop at Beachwood?

We did not.

How about Chandler's home?

- Find a thumb drive?
- No.

Shooter's got 'em.

No one can know that Maddie

was anywhere near
that videotaping.

You got it.

[door closes]

Instead of coming to me
like a, like a grown-up...

You were going to say
"like a man," weren't you?

Your words, not mine.

...like a grown-up,
she lodges a complaint,

triggers an I.A. investigation,

which we're all
in the fucking middle of

and which is taking up
way too much of my time.

I say let's wait
for the results.

It's gotten worse.
There's been another incident.

And Sergeant Mankiewicz
has opened another 128.

You got absolutely no evidence
my officers...

a-any of my officers... are
involved in any of this shit.

Don't worry, I'm collecting it.

Oh. Bring it on.

Let's be honest, Billets, you
rub some people the wrong way.

Right back at you, Don.

- Ask anybody...
- [Cooper] Hey, hey.

Let's all just take a step back.

Lieutenant, you have any proof
who's responsible?

I have my suspicions.

But proof?

Not yet, but I will.

There you have it.

Let's wait and see
what I.A. says.

In the meantime,
you two need to play nice.

Let's start with
this hedge fund macher.

Carl Rogers.

Hedge fund guys
don't buy hits on witnesses.

- So what else we got?
- [Bosch] Franzen was about to spill the beans

on a multimillion-dollar
insider trading scheme.

[Bennett] So he said.

To save his own ass.

Grain of salt, duly noted.

What else connects them?

The shooter. Same M.O.

[Edgar] All in all,

it would be
a big fucking coincidence.

We don't believe
in coincidences. Not like this.

- How is Chandler?
- Stable.

Still critical.
Medically-induced coma.

What are her chances?

Hey.

Hey.

You did good.

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah.

How is she?

- Any news?
- Spoke to the hospital this morning.

She's hanging in there.

- She's tough.
- Yeah, she is.

What are her chances, Dad?

And-and don't lie to me.

Not great. Too soon to tell.

But she's been lucky so far.

Lucky? Shot twice?

Bullets missed her heart.

We think the first one grazed
the coffee pot she was holding,

deflected it just enough.

- And the second one?
- Also a little off.

And the shooter was too arrogant
to go confirm his kill.

So, yeah, she's been lucky.

Need a ride?

I'll get somebody
to run you home.

Antonio's picking me up.
Early dinner.

Listen, Mads.

You need to be careful
who you talk to about this.

Even Antonio.

No one can know
you were in that room.

Got it.

Okay.

- Be safe.
- Always.

Get out of here.

- Call me later.
- I will.

So, how'd it go?

It was fine.

Wasn't hard... emotionally?

I just told 'em what I know.

[engine starts]

What smells so good?

You'll see.

[Browne] I only heard her side.

The FBI is "dropping it.

No grand jury. Great news.
Can you believe it?"

- She seemed surprised?
- Definitely.

- Happy about it?
- Oh, yeah.

Relieved.

Anything else? Any names?

No. That's all I got.

Appreciate it.

Uh, here is
your incident report.

Hunter and Lloyd asked
for backup.

And Leonard and Norris
never went code 6.

Left 'em in the lurch.

Thanks.

Uh, who left who in the lurch?

And why didn't I know about it?

And what the hell is
a lurch, anyway?

Cone of silence?

Cono de silencio.

Hunter and Lloyd told me
that they were on

a possible 415 with a gun

and put out a call for backup.

Leonard and Norris
were in the area

and responded to the call...
and never showed.

Oh, that kind of lurch.

Mm-hmm.

[phone rings]

Bosch.

[Jenkins] Bernice Jenkins,
from the Sheriff's,

with Operation Safe Jails.

What can I do for you, Jenkins?

[Jenkins] We're holding
Pedro Alvarez.

He's a suspect
in the arson case, right?

Yeah. He tossed the Molotov.

You mind if I put you
on speaker?

- My partner's sitting here.
- [Jenkins] Go ahead.

What's up with Alvarez?

[Jenkins] Just got off the phone
with his lawyer.

- He wants keep-away status for his client.
- I'll bet he does.

This come from the lawyer
or Alvarez?

[Jenkins] The lawyer says
his client is requesting it.

- That's all I know.
- Has it been approved?

[Jenkins] Still working it.

- Just thought you'd want a heads-up.
- I appreciate it.

You do me a solid?
Slow-walk it.

We want to talk to him first.

- [Jenkins] Make him work for it, huh?
- Exactly.

[Jenkins] We all know the wheels
of justice grind oh so slow.

Thanks.

Have a better one.

- Alvarez heard about La Mayorista.
- He's seen the light.

[timer beeping]

And this is...

Chicken and andouille gumbo
from Harold and Belle's.

Good food to be had
south of the 10.

You even broke out
the Goodwill china.

Nothing but the best.

Mmm... this is good.

- Not too spicy?
- No.

The sausage gives it some heat.

And there's some Tabasco
if you want.

I'm good.
This is plenty hot.

I never go south of
Gus's Fried Chicken, but...

I might have to reconsider.

Figured you deserved
something special today.

This is special,
but today wasn't so bad.

Still processing
what happened to Chandler?

Processing?

Yeah, like dealing with it
and all.

Yeah, I know
what the word means.

Jesus, Antonio...
it's only been a day.

Of course I'm still
processing it.

Sorry. I just think it'd be good

for you to talk about it.

You know, like, get it out.

Talking about it now.

No, I mean, like,
really talk about it.

Like what she means to you.

Okay, good. Go on.

Tell me how I'm supposed
to feel.

Sorry.

I just spent hours getting
questioned by detectives.

Don't need to be grilled
by my boyfriend.

- Who are you calling?
- Uber.

It's amazing. You get in the
car, you don't say anything.

The driver doesn't say anything.

Next thing you know,
you're home.

- There's no third degree.
- Okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Pass the Tabasco.

I ain't got nothing to say.

La Mayorista didn't talk,
and they killed her anyway.

- How do you know?
- What?

- That she didn't talk.
- What do you know about that?

That's the word.

That she was cutting a deal.
They took her down.

Same shit could happen to you.

I ain't snitching.

Yeah, but word gets out
you're talking to us...

- But I ain't.
- [Edgar] But you are.

Right now.

eMe hears about it? Fuck.

I didn't say nothing.

[Bosch] Don't fucking matter.

eMe's tying up loose ends.
La Mayorista.

You're a loose end, too, Pedro.

eMe doesn't trust you.

No matter how stand-up you are.

Feel me?

Yeah, feel this.
I'm getting transferred.

Yeah, well, that depends on us.

That's not what my lawyer said.

- You need a better lawyer.
- Fuck you!

You and Trejo killed
women and children.

This jail's filled with guys
that'd do you for free.

[Bosch] We know what you want.

Keep-away status,
cell to yourself.

I'm already getting that.
I don't need you, cabrón.

- Keep telling yourself that.
- Here's the thing.

We give the word,
you're going in gen pop.

How long you think you'll last?

Not long.

Not long at all.

You give us what we want,
we'll do the same for you.

Tell us who gave you
the order to firebomb

- that apartment building.
- It was Peña.

We know it was Peña.

We also know he's thinking
about you... right now,

wondering what to do.

So...

Get me safe first.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪