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[tires screeching]

[insects trilling]

[creaking]

[distant siren wails]

[quiet piano music plays]

Ah.

- Another double? - For the road.

Atta girl. [chuckles]

Ah.

Rough day?

[chuckles] They're all rough.

[laughs]

Here's to the end of this one.

Oh, I wish.

Miles to go before I sleep.

Cheers.

Midnight oil?

- I'm an attorney. - Mm.

You?

- Mechanic. - Oh.

That must be gratifying.

You know, working with your hands.

Uh, it's a living.

Uh, you, uh, you haven't touched your beer.

Early start. Gotta be sharp.

- You have a good evening. - You as well.

[exhales] Damn.

What the fuck?

- I let myself in. - Who are you?

- What do you want? - Think about it.

- Willy sent you? - That's right.

Look, I gave him everything you need to know.

Is there a problem?

Not anymore.

♪ ♪

- ♪ 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 ♪

[birds singing]

Eyes front.

Hands on the wheel.

Do as I tell you and you'll be okay.

What did I just say?

- Sorry. - Drive.

Your Honor.

[sputtering exhale]

Will you relax?

You're the one wound tighter

- than a two-dollar watch. - I'm fine.

Hey, you want a smoke?

No. I mean, yeah, I do... but no.

- Ready? - I guess.

D.A.'s letting us use the judges' entrance.

- Extra security. - Okay. Good.

Just a precaution.

- Sure. - Let's go.

- Um... - What's the matter?

Could I talk to you for a second?

- Yeah. - I'll be at the car.

Judges still have to go through metal detectors, right?

Of course.

- Don't be mad. - I'm not.

This is done, we'll see if we can get you

a carry permit, if that's what you want.

I just want this to be over.

- And for you to drive. - Goes without saying.

Jimmy behind the wheel scares me

- way more than any of this. - He's purely lethal.

- Morning, Mank. - L.T.

Captain's looking for you.

I haven't even had my coffee yet.

Don't shoot the messenger.

[engine starts]

[engine starts]

[deep exhale]

Look, all we're asking for is access.

- Alvarez is ready to talk. - That's the problem.

Alvarez flips, fingers Peña?

- What, bad timing? - Turd in the punchbowl.

How so?

A years-in-the-making RICO op about to pop.

Las Palmas 13. eMe.

- Peña's a target? - He's our CI.

- You're shitting me. - I shit you not.

Tell Bosch to stand down.

Pin the fire on Trejo and Alvarez.

Leave Peña out of it.

- He ordered it. - So Alvarez says.

It's his word against Peña's.

Personally, I like La Mayorista for it.

- Now that she's dead. - Works for me.

Look. Indictments are in the works, arrests are imminent.

Once Peña testifies at trial, Alvarez is all yours.

- So he flips on Peña then. - Mickey who?

Can't flip on someone you can't find.

- Witness protection. - That's the deal.

Five dead.

Two women, a ten-year-old girl, an unborn child.

- Well aware. - And Peña skates.

Greater good, Chief.

The goddamn greater good.

Let me know what you decide.

- Captain? - Come in.

You remember OTSBI?

Um... barely.

Uh, Outreach to Small Business something.

Initiative.

High time we resurrected it.

I've been meeting with some of our small business owners

here in Hollywood.

They're hungry for more dialogue,

more fence-mending and most of all, more bridge-building.

Couldn't hurt.

Let's start with these.

I'll send out some officers. Do a little hand-shaking.

We need to represent. Show the flag.

Of course, sir. Will do.

Feel free to wear the uniform.

Morning, folks.

Detectives Bosch, Robertson. And Madeline Bosch.

- Y'all have a good day. - [Bosch] Do the same.

You need a break, just ask the D.A.

Jimmy and I'll be right outside the door.

- I'll be fine. - I know you will.

- That's odd. - What?

Judge Sobel's car parked in that spot.

- What's odd about it? - She has her own.

Dad?

Go with Jimmy.

Go back to the car. Go back to the car.

[Maddie] Oh, my God. [screams]

Go back. Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go!

[whispers] This way.

You okay?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[body thuds]

[panting]

You okay?

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Deaf, but okay.

Thanks.

Want to show you something.

His burner.

"Is it done?"

Answer that.

- And say what? - "It's over."

Tell them it's over.

Never know. Might work.

- Special Agent Brenner. - Chief.

Didn't expect to hear from you so soon.

FBI opened an investigation into Mayor Lopez last year.

And closed it.

I'd like a look at those files.

We'll be in touch.

[knocking]

- Chief. - What's up?

Officer-involved shooting at the Criminal Courts Building, sir.

- Drive you? - No, quicker to walk.

- Who're the officers? - Robertson and Bosch.

[quietly] Fucking Bosch.

You okay?

You?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I have to go to work.

Let me take you home.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

- Okay. - Okay.

Thanks, Vega.

Sure. Of course.

Chief.

Detectives.

Same shooter?

Pieces fit.

Not exactly his MO.

- Public place. Broad daylight. - In a rush.

Had to get to Maddie before she testified this morning.

Why'd he pick Judge Sobel?

I do not know.

Random.

Was it?

He needed a judge to access the garage.

Collateral damage.

He got her name from someone.

We ID the shooter yet?

Wallet full of credit cards in three different names,

matching DL's from three different states.

- All fake? - Gotta be.

[sighs] So...

- who hired him? - My bet?

J. Reason Fowkkes, on behalf of one of his clients.

- Carl Rogers? - Look at the targets.

Franzen, Chandler, my daughter.

Who benefits if they get taken out?

Carl Rogers.

Squeeze Fowkkes, and he'll give us Rogers.

- Quietly. - We'll go pick him up.

[sighs]

This is so fucked up.

If I wasn't a cop's daughter,

with three armed detectives protecting me...

...I'd be dead now.

That man would've killed me, because somebody paid him to.

Lucky for you, you are.

A cop's daughter.

[Bosch] J. Edgar. what's the good word?

We found Fowkkes.

[Robertson] Fowkkes was a liability.

How many people knew Maddie was testifying this morning?

- Handful. - And how many knew

we were coming in through this entrance?

Detective.

- Thanks for coming in. - Happy to help.

How you holding up?

Like everyone, I'm devastated.

- You knew Judge Sobel? - Not well.

You know, to say hello to.

How's your daughter doing? She okay?

She will be.

We'll reschedule the grand jury, give her some time

to process everything.

Look at you.

Excuse me?

Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.

I'm sorry. What does that mean?

[door opens]

Fowkkes is dead.

Somebody told Fowkkes Maddie was going to testify today.

Somebody told him we were using the judges' entrance.

Somebody told him where to find Judge Sobel.

And Fowkkes told all of that to the shooter.

Fowkkes' phone records will tell us who that somebody is.

But we already know. Don't we?

Only one person it could be.

You know the drill.

It'll go easier if you're straight with us now.

[deep sigh]

[exhales]

Two years ago, Fowkkes had a client about to go to trial.

I slipped him a few details about our key witness.

The witness recanted. Charges were dropped.

And you've been his dance partner ever since.

How much? The first time.

- [quietly] Twenty. - How much?

Twenty grand.

Sold yourself cheap.

Over and over.

What choice did I have? I was trapped.

Keep giving him what he wanted and take the money,

or stop taking the money and lose everything.

Sounds like a choice to me.

You sold out my daughter.

Got Donna Sobel killed.

For what? For cash?

What kind of person are you?

One more thing.

Why Donna?

It was Fowkkes's idea.

I said pick a judge.

He didn't like her.

Harry, what is it?

He didn't dislike her.

He chose her to get back at me.

[sighs]

[over P.A. system] Cardiology consult to triage.

Cardiology consult to triage.

- How's he doing? - Much better.

A day or two, we're gonna take you home, little man.

Well, finally.

Oh. What happened at the courthouse?

The news said that a judge was killed.

Donna Sobel.

- Was it political? - Murder for hire.

- Well, why her? - Wasn't.

She was collateral damage. The target was Maddie Bosch.

- Oh, my God. - Mm.

Is she all right?

Shook up but unscathed.

Aren't we all?

- Count our blessings. - Mm-hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Ugh.

[panting]

Ugh!

[disgusted groan]

[ringtone playing]

Brasher, what's up?

Someone here knows that I talked to you.

You sound upset.

Yeah, you think?

There's a dead fish in my locker.

Pantyhose shoved in its mouth.

Stinks to high heaven.

I'm sorry. Did you report it?

[chuckles] Don't think I need to.

You can smell it all over the station.

No, you need to report it.

This is harassment. I will back you up.

No, look, this is my house. I have to live here.

I have to handle this my way.

Understood.

- Lieutenant? - Yeah?

I have my own battles to fight.

Leave me out of yours.

[♪ Billie Holiday: "Stormy Blues"]

[Maddie] What's gonna happen to her?

She's facing conspiracy to commit murder charges.

Corruption charges. Who knows what.

She'll cut a deal, cop a plea.

- And Carl Rogers? - Still connecting the dots.

We'll get him.

Are you just saying that

- to make me feel better? - Not at all.

Matter of time.

He hired someone to kill me.

I know.

♪ ♪

I am so sorry about Donna.

Me, too.

I fucked up, Mads.

I should have thought it through better,

how they might come at us.

Didn't think they'd try anything at the courthouse.

I could have warned her.

He killed her to get to me.

None of this is your fault.

Yours, either.

I don't see it that way.

♪ I've been down...

I know.

♪ Down don't worry me...

Lady Day.

Your mom's favorite.

[chuckles]

She always loved to sing along.

Yes, she did.

Mom had the worst singing voice. [laughing]

Completely tone-deaf.

[both laughing]

♪ When it rains in here ♪

LAPD is investigating the murder

of L.A. attorney J. Reason Fowkkes,

found shot to death in his Cheviot Hills home this morning.

No word yet if there's any link to the recent attempted murder

of another prominent local attorney,

Honey Chandler.

[TV turns off]

Marco.

Change of plans.

[phone buzzes]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[camera clicking]

[camera clicking]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[phone chimes]

[phone ringing]

- What's going on? - [Edgar] Our federal friends

just picked up Mickey Peña.

So I see. You follow him?

They knew I was there. They made sure I couldn't.

They knew about the tracking device.

For sure. [chuckles]

[Crate] Here you go, buddy.

Ooh, thanks.

Early birds.

Still working that Willy Datz connection.

Let me know when the three lemons line up.

- Will do. - Oh, Harry.

Early morning walk-in. A Mr. Hernandez?

- Asked for you. - Asked for me by name?

Asked for the detective on the East Hollywood arson case.

Where is he?

Breakroom.

- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.

Señor Hernandez, Detective Bosch.

I'm in charge of the investigation.

I'm so very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Gracias.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Thought you were in Mexico.

I-I got here last night.

From-from Guadalajara?

Yeah. Soon as I could.

It's-it's not easy these days.

- The border, you know? - I understand.

Not my concern.

[exhales shakily]

I'm so sorry I missed the funeral.

Many people came to pay their respects.

Qué bueno.

What can you tell me?

We arrested the two men that set the fire.

Pedro Alvarez and Emmanuel Trejo.

Do you know these men?

Not by those names, no.

Las Palmas Trece?

Sí.

Where Sonia died...

...is it true the door was locked?

The door to the roof?

I'm afraid so.

W-Will you arrest the landlord?

No. I'm sorry.

- You... - I'm sorry.

We can't prove who locked the door.

The owners will be...

cited and fined.

Cited and fined?

Okay.

La Mayorista was part of it?

We think so.

Miguel Peña. Mi... You-you arrest him, too?

No, not yet.

We're building the case.

He's el jefe in that neighborhood.

Miguel Peña is el jefe.

Nothing happens there without his say-so.

Señor?

This is my card.

Call me anytime.

FBI opened a file on her

and then closed it without bringing charges.

I want to know why.

I'll look into it.

McCurdy.

Between us.

Goes without saying.

Sir.

[knock on door]

Detective Bosch on line one.

Thank you, Ida.

[door closes]

Bosch.

How's your daughter?

She's good. Thank you for asking.

- Any leads yet on the hit man? - We're working it.

Have you spoken to the FBI yet about Alvarez?

Trading calls.

When I know, you know.

[phone ringing]

Wyatt Earp. Shootout at the CCB garage.

- [Bosch] Reece. - You all right?

Never a dull moment. How's life riding the desk?

Soul-crushing. I'll survive.

I could use your help.

- Sounds exciting. - Can we meet?

Be still my heart. On my way.

This doesn't have to be your fight, Grace.

You could retire.

We could take that trip to Sedona or-or Maui

we keep talking about.

And let these fuckers win?

You've been fighting this boys' club bullshit

your whole career,

and has anything really changed?

Oh, of course it has.

It is much better than when I started. It's much better.

Is it? Really?

Or just more polite?

[music plays softly]

Your guys took custody of Alvarez

before he could finger Mickey Peña.

Then last night, you grabbed up Peña,

spirited him away, whereabouts unknown.

Sorry. Above my pay grade.

I maybe recognize a couple faces from the cafeteria.

You sure you want to poke this bear, Bosch?

Reece, I need answers.

- See what I can find out. - Thanks.

[siren toots]

License and registration.

Um, what's the trouble, Officer...

...Leonard?

You know why I pulled you over?

Um...

I'm sorry, I'm... I'm sorry, I don't.

You failed to come to a complete stop.

I could've sworn I did.

There was no traffic.

Have you been drinking, ma'am?

Uh, a-a glass of wine with lunch, but...

Step out of the car, please.

[sighs]

Jimmy. How's it going?

Hey, can't complain. Downtime on the company dime.

Find anything in Fowkkes's office?

A couple of WhatsApp messages

between Fowkkes and Rogers saved to his computer.

And two wire transfers to Fowkkes' account

from a shell company owned by Rogers.

Rogers: "Franzen is a problem."

Fowkkes: "A solvable one."

Rogers: "So solve it."

- I guess he did. - [sighs]

So Fowkkes was the, uh, cutout, huh? The middleman.

But if Rogers, his client, had no contact with the hit man...

How'd he order the hit on Fowkkes?

Yeah, well, maybe he didn't.

Let's haul his ass in and find out.

One thirty-one, 132.

- Partner. - 133.

Anne?

You can stop.

[sighs]

Your beef is with me. Leave her the fuck out of it.

Lieutenant Billets, your friend rolled a stop sign,

has alcohol on her breath. Just doing our job.

Just like you like it... by the book.

[Bosch] Your Honor, both payments were made

just prior to the shootings.

The first for Vincent Franzen and Honey Chandler.

The second for an attempted hit on Madeline Bosch.

Carl Rogers wired the money to Fowkkes.

Fowkkes then transferred those funds

to an offshore account we believe belongs to the hit man.

You know you have a bit of a reputation

around here, Detective.

But Donna always spoke highly of you.

Means a lot.

Yes, it does.

- Godspeed, gentlemen. - Thank you, Your Honor.

[jet engine whirring]

Marco's already on board, sir.

Pilot's doing his final check.

Thank you.

[siren wailing]

[tires squealing]

Carl Rogers?

You're under arrest for murder.

[distant plane engine whirring]

- [sighs] - [door closes]

[toilet flushes]

[inhales deeply through nose]

L.T.?

You okay?

Leonard and Norris just scared the shit out of my girlfriend.

You're getting to them.

Mm.

We're all sick of this shit.

[sighs]

Most of us don't have the power to do anything about it.

[door opens]

We know you ordered the hits on Vincent Franzen, Honey Chandler

- and Madeline Bosch. - That's ridiculous.

My client is a businessman, not a gangster.

He has no comment.

And your personal attorney, J. Reason Fowkkes.

[Baron] Again, my client has nothing to say.

He just did.

[Robertson] Look at those hands.

I could watch you do that all night long.

Such style, such technique, such...

[Shaz] Such a line of baloney.

Easy, Casanova.

[Bosch] Hey, lovebirds.

Hey. And one for my friend.

No. No, no, no, no, no. I'm all good. Thanks, Shaz.

- How'd it go with Rogers? - Cool customer.

Until I accused him of ordering the hit on Fowkkes.

- Then he nearly spit the bit. - He talk?

Didn't have to. Could read it all over his face.

Believe him?

I think he'd pass the polygraph.

Any other candidates?

Bottom-feeder like Fowkkes has lots of enemies.

Found one. Another Fowkkes client,

mobster out of Vegas named Willy Datz.

Got a rep for making his problems disappear.

So Datz ordered the hit on Fowkkes?

Cover his tracks.

The burner could confirm it.

No, I dropped it off with my tech guy,

but it'll be a couple days before we get anything back.

A couple days?

That works for me.

I'll bet.

[both chuckle]

Now a bad time?

Not at all. Beer?

No, thank you.

I'm sorry about Sobel.

[quietly] Thanks.

She was, uh...

Anyway.

What brings you all the way up here?

Something I need to say.

Go ahead. Listening.

I let a lot of people down lately.

Long list.

My kids, my ex.

The job. You, most of all.

Forget it.

Let me finish.

I should've showed up, really showed up,

the night of the fire and every day since.

You're right. You should have.

Always the hard ass.

You helped save Maddie's life yesterday.

I put her in danger in the first place.

True.

Hmm.

We square?

We'll get there.

Something else?

Avril.

That night.

I went there to kill him.

I know.

I wanted justice.

Did you get it?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

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