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Whoa, you look
like an unmade bed.

Yeah, huh? Up all night
chasing video.

One of those for me?

You want to wrestle
J. Edgar for it?

No, nuh-uh. No, sir.

So your video, did you
catch anything?

License plates going
both ways on Cahuenga

Sunday morning at 4 a.m.

- How many?
- 22.

Ran them through DMV.

- Any hits?
- One came back cold.

No record on file.

You run them through
Alpers yet?

That's what we
want to show you.

Ah.

Thanks. Take a look.

Past six months,
captured a few places--

near the airport
a couple of times.

Downtown a few more.

There. Spring Street.
How many hits?

Nine, ten. Wait.

Let me Google Earth this.

That is a big-ass
parking lot.

It's a fine place
to stash a car.

Happy hunting.

A lot of Tahoes.

Not one of them
without plates.

Lot of SUVs
with tinted windows.

Feds.

Definitely Feds.

Can I help you?

LAPD. We need to speak
to the agent in charge.

May I see some ID, please?

May I ask what this is in
reference to, detectives?

It's in reference to
the murder of Anthony Allen
last Saturday night.

This way.

Must be nice to have
a real budget.

Right? How the other
half lives.

Rico.

I think
it's something else.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, J. Griffin,
agent in charge.

In charge of what, exactly?

This task force.

Task force for what,
exactly?

What can I do for you,
detective?

A man named Anthony Allen

was murdered over the weekend.

His body was
discovered yesterday

in the trunk of his car
up off Mulholland.

Yeah, I read about it.

Coroner puts time of death
Saturday night.

Early Sunday morning,
two guys broke into his office

and removed a number
of surveillance devices.

- So?
- So,

next time
you send your guys in

to take a hidden camera
out of a target's office,

you might want to find out

if the target has a hidden
camera of his own.

So?

So we have video

of one of your vehicles
leaving the scene.

How do you think
we found you?

We have warrants--

not cameras,
audio surveillance.

Legal wire, hooray.
We want the tapes--

from his office, from his car
his phones, his house,

wherever you're up on him--
and why.

That's confidential.

You got to have
a need to know

and a right to know,

and you don't have
either.

This is a homicide
investigation.

We have both.

Mr. Allen was
a peripheral figure

in an ongoing operation

that's a matter
of national security.

You talking about terrorism?

And we are satisfied

that his murder
was unrelated

to the larger inquiry.

I'd like to know
how you know that.

Why you'd
go to the trouble
of bugging him

if he was so damn
peripheral.

We're not having
this conversation.

Oh, yeah, we are.

Somehow you people knew
about this murder,

and you sat on it.

We made the appropriate
phone calls.

It's not our fault
it took you two days

to follow up on it.

You have a bug in his car?
Is that how you knew?

Got his fucking murder
on tape?

It's been almost
15 years since 9/11.

Now, we're working
our asses off

to make sure the next 9/11

doesn't happen
for another 15 years

So we're not
about to compromise
our entire operation

to help you solve a murder
that doesn't matter.

It does to us.

We need to know what you know
about Anthony Allen.

You took evidence
from his office.

You are like a dog
with a bone.

Oh, you have no idea.

We don't have
his murder on tape.

We will review the material,

and if we find anything
that's germane to your case,

we'll turn it over.

We need
to listen to the tapes.

We'll determine what
matters and what doesn't.

I think we're done here,
gentlemen.

We're not done here,
not by a long shot.

- Ah, Jesus, man.
- What?

I'm gonna have to smell
that shit all day.

Well, the ladies
seem to love it.

Oh, the ladies do?

The bad guys are going
to smell you coming.

That shit's intense.

- Listen to him.
- Ah, fuck y'all.

- My God.
- Thank you.

I should have gone
to law school.

Tell him that you're
picking up for Eddie A.

Hey, uh,
maybe you should do it.

I'm just saying, man.
He knows you.

All right.

Picking up for Eddie A.

That will be $2.00.

You owe me 2 bucks.

Yeah. Remind me.

$245,000 dollars
in a secret trap,

federal wire tap on his phone,

a terrorism task force,

and a murder
that "doesn't matter."

I want to know
what's on those tapes.

Let me call Irving.

Maybe he can get them
to release what's relevant.

Griffin didn't
mention the cash,

and I didn't
bring it up.

Maybe they missed it.

Think they searched
the car?

Don't you?
They knew where it was.

I think they found
the body and backed away.

Tell Irving
about the cash.

Maybe he can
use it to deal.

What about the widow?

Edgar's up there now

looking at the footage,
checking her alibi.

Ran her background.
She's got priors.

Interesting.

Two busts
for solicitation,

back when she was
Jessica Gilroy

before she married
Tony Allen.

Hooker meets pornographer.

Match.com.

Don't scoff.

I hear it's pretty much how
you meet people these days.

How's that better
than picking up
strangers in a bar?

Oh, God. Look at the two
of us. We're pathetic.

That we are.
Got to book.

I'm going
to meet Edgar at SID.

You up for a drink
tonight?

Oh, yeah, maybe.
Let me call you.

Fan mail
from some flounder?

It's ugly, isn't it?

On the plus side, if I
don't water it, who cares?

Before we get to the prints,
I wanted to show you this.

Glitter.

In both cuffs.

What about the prints?

Pretty good.

Jacket's treated

so the leather didn't
absorb the oils.

Can you grab the lights,
please, Wendell?

Palm print
on the right shoulder.

Small hand.
Could be a woman.

Thumbprints on each lapel
from somebody else,

probably a man.

Thumbs are smudged.
So is the palm.

We might be able to raise
it up with some glue.

The real score--

full set of fingerprints

on the reverse side
of each lapel.

Beautiful.

Lights, please.

Somebody grabbed him by
the lapels with both hands.

My mama used to do that.

Snatched me up, shake me
till my fillings rattled.

Priority rush?

For you, Harry.

I reviewed
the surveillance footage.

Veronica Allen
didn't go anywhere

Thursday to Sunday.

- Visitors?
- Just us.

I served a warrant
for the GPS data.

Waiting for the Bentley dealer
to get back to us with that.

Could take some time.

Or we could
just ask the Feds.

You think they'd tell us?

- If we say please.
- Ah.

Now, frankly, Mayor Ramos
has had his turn.

We need a new approach
to our problems.

We need a fresh take.
We--

Now, Mr. District Attorney,

speculation is rampant

that you're
running for mayor.

Gail, it's no secret

that I've been
thinking about it,

but I have not
made up my mind yet.

When do you anticipate
doing that?

Now, that's some pure,
deep bullshit.

...I love my job.

Chief, Ms. Kowski

from the mayor's office
on line 1.

Did she say
what it was about?

No, sir.

All right.

Deputy Chief Irving.

Chief, it's Jen Kowski.

Bosch.

Detective. Ah.
I thought I was going

to get your voice mail again.
This is Keisha Russell

- from the Times.
- How can I help you?

I write the Times'
murder blog.

I'm familiar with it.

Then you know
we cover every murder

that occurs in Los Angeles.
In fact, I just wrote

about your latest case.

Nothing new to comment on
at this time.

Following all leads,
et cetera, et cetera.

Well, that's not
why I'm calling.

- Then why?
- As you probably know,

We keep a running tally
of unsolved cases,

so I get tips
about open cases--

some legit, some crazy.

I can imagine.

Twice now
in the last four months,

a woman's called me to say

she knows details
about an unsolved murder

from 40 years ago.

Yes?

The murder
of Marjorie Lowe.

Detective Bosch?

Keisha--
It's Keisha, right?

- Right.
- Keisha, don't you think

this woman
read the articles

that came out
during my trial

and just looking
for some attention.

Of course that's possible.

Why did she call you
and not me?

She did. She said
she left you a message

and you never
called her back,
so she called me.

I've been on leave
for six months.

I didn't get the message.
She identify herself?

I only have her
first name-- Annette--

and I have a phone number.

The thing is, Keisha,
I've been over that murder
book a hundred times.

I could recite it
to you verbatim.

There's no one named Annette
in it on any page,

so I'm thinking this woman,
whoever she is,

doesn't know anything
I don't already know.

Maybe she wasn't
in the murder book.

Maybe they missed her
the first time around.

That's possible, isn't it?

Yeah, it's possible,
but I doubt it.

Okay, well, clearly
you're not interested,

so I'm sorry to bother
you, detective.

Okay. Just give me
the number.

206-397.

Detective?

Keisha Russell,
from the Times?

Said some woman's
been calling her

with information
about my mother's murder.

Legit?

I doubt it.
I'll deal with it later.

- Where are you going?
- Autopsy.

I'd ask you to come,
but I know you're busy.

Yeah, I'm so busy.

See you tomorrow.

Don't forget your shirts.

You got to start
dressing better, man.

Look sharp, feel sharp.
You feel me?

Yeah, I feel you.

So the bear says to the guy,

"You don't really come
up here to hunt, do you?"

Okay, here's my question.

Do you not remember how many
times you've told me that joke?

Or you do remember,
but you think that I don't.

Does it have to be
one or the other?

- Uh...
- Crate, Barrel.

Just the guys I'm looking for.

- Hey, what's up?
- Anthony Allen.

I'm working up his property
taxes, credit cards.

Came across a civil filing.

When he turned 21,
he changed his name from...

Avakian. Arman Avakian.

Armenian.
Where did he grow up,

- here or the old country?
- East Hollywood.

Ah. Little Armenia.
Our old stomping grounds.

You guys worked
the gang unit, right?

Indeed we did.
He got a record?

Yeah. Convicted
of assault at 18.

Bar brawl.
Some Latino gang.
Did a year in County.

Banger. Armenian Pride.

Mm-hmm. A.P. was just
a typical street gang
back then.

- Now?
- Oh. A highly organized

serious criminal enterprise
with ties to the Russians,

other ex-Soviet mafias.

the brotherhood.

You could see why he might
want to change his name

and leave his youthful
indiscretions behind.

Yeah, become a legit
pornographer and all.

You remember this kid?

Uh, yeah, we can't remember
what we had for lunch today.

There's a guy you could
talk to at Glendale PD. Um...

- Uh...
- We'll put him in touch.

Yeah, if we can
remember his name.

Thanks.

Where was I?

- Uh...
- Oh. Oh.

- A guy goes hunting.
- Oh, yeah.

Two expended projectiles.
.22 caliber.

You see the muzzle impression,
the powder burn,

and the stippling pattern.

Double job, close contact.

Those look rough.

From a ballistics
point of view,

the one is worthless.

mushroomed and
fragmented on impact.

But the other, half
the shaft's still intact.

Could be matched.

One other thing.

Depp bruise
on his right cheek.

Ante-mortem, definitely.

So not from being
shoved in the trunk.

He was alive
when he sustained it.

Like this?

Yep.

Just like that.

Detective Edgar.

How'd you know?

The status
on the Allen computer

is exactly where it was
three hours ago.

We're still imaging
everything on his hard drive.

Fingerprinting?

It's very good.

You actually paid attention
in the training class.

So the thumb drive's
working out for you?

Oh, just the best
thing ever.

Detective,
I have a rush on this.

Yeah. Thanks for that,
by the way.

I wanted to be here
all night

instead of going home
to my juicy

and enthusiastic
girlfriend.

Well, this should
speed things up.

What's this?

An addendum
to the search warrant.

Narrows
the hard drive search

to business
and banking records.

Anything pertaining
to TNA Productions,

anything associated
with the names

Anthony Allen, Veronica Allen,
Jessica Gilroy

or Arman Avakian.

Well, that narrows it down.

But I'll be here all night
rooting you on.

Booyah.

I'll call you when I find
something of relevance.

Till then, find
some place else to root.

Roger that.

And yet you stand there
breathing down my neck.

Did I mention
she's a gymnast?

I'm living the dream.

Oh, he insisted
that I do it.

The cat's cagey.

He's testing you

to see how you
handle the drop.

- How much?
- Almost 2K.

Okay. Anything else?

Yeah, there was a camera.

I saw myself on the monitor.
It's on tape.

So you're on tape
taking a payoff,

and he isn't. He is cagey.

Yeah, of course.

- We should meet.
- When?

I'll let you know.
Keep the faith.

We're making progress.

All right.
I'll sit tight.

- See you soon.
- Yeah.

Hey, I'm sorry.

One of those endless
conference calls.

Everybody talks at once,
nobody says anything.

They all sound like they're
at the bottom of the ocean.

Greg, another lap.

Chivas, neat.

I thought you were
a Templeton girl.

That was a phase.

No more Kiz, no more rye?

You're in a nosy mood.

Couldn't help notice
you're a little blue

around the gills
these days.

It is not that obvious.

I'm a highly experienced
detective.

That all started to go south
after you got suspended.

None of my business.

Mm, she met someone else--

younger, more age appropriate.

I'll spare you
the gory details.

She put in for a transfer.

It was a big relief
for both of us

- when it finally came through.
- I'll bet.

Gave me the fucking cactus

and went on her merry way.

I actually know how you feel.

Yes, I know you do.

To the company dock.

Company dock.

We'll never
speak of this again.

Thank you, sailor.

Hey, Eleanor.

Maddie says you called
the other night?

Yeah.

Just checking in.
How are things?

Fine.

She tells me
Reggie's out of town.

Yeah, for a few weeks.

Everything okay?

Why wouldn't it be?

No. No reason.

It's just some business he has
to take care of over there.

I'd be happy to look in
on you guys if you'd like.

No need.

We're managing.

We always do.
Maddie's actually helping out

around the house
without being told.

I think she might
actually be

growing up.

You two getting along?

She's 15,
and I'm her mother.

Okay.

It's normal.

I'd love to see you guys.

Yeah. I'm sure Maddie
would love to see you, too.

She says you're back at work?

Yeah, working a case--

They might even
bring me out there.

Okay, well, let us know.

Listen, I should jump off.

- She there?
- Movies.

Is it a date?

No, it's her friend group.

Is it like a date?

Kids don't go out
on dates these days.

They go out in groups.

Smart. I like that.

Something about
modern life you like.

There's a lot of things
I like about modern life.

- Such as?
- DNA testing.

Hmm.

Good night, Harry.

Good night, Eleanor.

Please, have a seat.

Get you anything?
Coffee, water?

I'm fine, thanks.

Thank you for coming, Irv.

I know you're a busy man.

I can't be any busier
than you, Mr. Mayor.

Since we're both so busy,
I'll cut right to it.

There's an election
on the horizon.

You may have heard.

I would like your endorsement.

It would mean a lot to me.

It would mean a lot to this city
to have you on our team.

I'm flattered.

But I've always thought police
should stay out of politics.

Above the fray.

So why are you about
to endorse Rick O'Shea?

The thing about secrets
in this town is...

they have a short shelf life.

He's asked.

I'm considering it.

You and Reverend Ott.

This Sunday
at Greater Page Temple.

I'm assuming he's made you
some promises.

Vis a vis the department.
More funding.

Pie in the sky.

Chief of Police?

Nothing's set in stone.

I'm glad to hear that.

The West Side mad at you?

The novelty has worn off.

Where'd you come up?

West Adams.
Where'd you come up?

Highland Park.

Oh. Then you're familiar
with the Avenues.

The street gang? Sure,
they've been in Highland Park
for generations.

Back in the day,

the Avenues had standing
orders from La Eme.

To kill any black person
who came into Highland Park.
On sight.

I've heard the stories.
I assumed they were apocryphal.

Oh, far from it.

Then imagine what we could do
together to mend our histories.

To bring black
and brown together.

I have more in common
with you, Irv,
as a native Angeleno,

than I do with an immigrant
from Honduras or a gangbanger
from El Salvador.

And my Spanish isn't
that hot either.

Mejor que lo mio.

Seguro que tu mama
no es Chicana?

I'll ask her.

And Tenzer?

He's had a good run.

He can't be Chief
of Police forever.

Will you think it over, Irv?

I will think it over, Hector.

In fact, I'll pray on it.

Thank you.

Been mining his computer
all night.

Tip of the iceberg,
but enough to know Allen

was washing big bucks through
his production company.

The skin flicks.

On the books, budgets
of under half a mil.

Production, distribution,
marketing.

They couldn't cost more
than fifty,

seventy K apiece to make.
It's a ten to one ratio.

What's the exact mechanism?

Big checks
to dummy corporations

and vendors
for investment costs.

The films come out,
more big checks to "investors".

Phony income from DVD
and online streaming.

Ninety cents
on the dollar.

Feds must've known
what he was up to.

Bigger fish to fry.

Anything from
the phone records?

Lotta calls to and from
a strip club in Vegas
called Dolly's.

Including
the last one he ever got.

Hmm. Girlfriend
or just business?

This was in his wallet.

Oh. Pretty. Girlfriend?

- I'm betting.
- His wife said
he had a new one.

- Any names yet?
- Not yet.

Well, Girlfriend in Vegas.

Let's assume Allen
was bringing that cash
back from Vegas.

I am thinking you
need to go to Vegas.

- Start with Allen's hotel.
- I was just gonna suggest that.

Plus you can check in
on your wife and kid.

- Make sure that you do.
- Roger that.

Viva Las Vegas.
What about me?

You have to stay here
and finish the financials.

What you get for being
so tech savvy.

Harry in Vegas.
What a waste.

I could be all up in
the Champagne Room
at the Spearmint,

making it rain for the ladies.

Another reason
you're not going.

But I'll get you a t-shirt.

I'll drive over tonight,
when it's cooler.

After I talk to Veronica Allen
about her husband's business.

Okay. Good work, guys.

Jerry. Go home,
shower, take a nap.
You look like shit.

I feel like shit,
now that you mention it.

Bosch. Before you leave town,
Irving has something for you.

Detective, you can
come in now.

Thank you, Ida.

Chief.

Bosch.

What's this?

Audio surveillance
from Anthony Allen's office,

his office phone,
his cell phone, and his car.

What about his house?

Said they weren't up
on the house.
Excluded from the warrant.

Meaning if they had it,
they wouldn't give it to us.

I'm assured this is
the pertinent material.

- Was it hard to get?
- Suspiciously easy.

- It's been redacted.
- No doubt.

What'd you have
to give them?

Full report on what
we know so far.

What'd they say about
the cash in his car?

Didn't blink.

Said they were aware of his
possible criminal activities.

They shed any light
on those activities?

Only to reiterate

that they were unconnected
to their larger investigation,

but please keep them
in the loop,

which I promised to do.

And in return they promise

to keep us in the dark
and feed us shit.

With the Feds, it does tend
to be a one-way street.

Any idea what they're up to?

"A matter
of national security."

Right. Thanks for going
to bat on this.

Bosch.

Try to stay clear
of whatever this is.

- Above both our pay grades.
- Do my best.

Harry.

Carl.

Here to see Mrs. Allen.
Is she home?

Yeah. How's it going?

You know.
One step at a time.

It's a grind.
I remember.

Your partner was here yesterday,
looking at footage.

Yeah, he said it was exciting,
watching the UPS guy come
and go.

She hasn't been
out of her house in days.

You got a take on
the Allens at all?

Quiet.

Didn't socialize much
with the neighbors.

I mean, that's typical
up here, though.

- People like their privacy.
- You know what he did
for a living?

- Media consultant.
- He tell you that?

Mm-hmm.
They both did.

What about visitors?

The usual amount.
Friends and family.

- His, hers?
- Mostly his, I guess.

You said he was
out of town a lot.

- Yeah.
- What about her?

She traveled, too, sometimes.

- He ever here on his own?
- Sure.

This girl ever visit Tony here
when he was by himself?

Don't ring a bell.

You wanna leave that?
I'll ask the crew.

- Thanks, brother.
- Yeah.

Let me call Mrs. Allen.

Does it feel
like rain to you?

About your husband's
business affairs--

It's so humid. Radio says

it's what's left of
a hurricane down in Baja.

I can always tell when it's
the tail end of a storm

blowing up the coast
from Mexico.

So sultry.

Mrs. Allen?

I didn't want to know,
particularly.

And Tony certainly
wasn't forthcoming.

Did you know your husband
was laundering money

through his
production company?

- I'm not surprised.
- You're not?

I'm not stupid.

I know what it costs
to live the way we live.

I signed the tax returns.
I even read them.

Were they phony?

No, scrupulously accurate.

He wasn't going to get
caught out like that.

- He usually got a tax refund.
- Did you ever meet

any of your husband's
business associates?

I heard the late night calls.

Can you tell me about those?

I can't.

Why not?

Because I don't speak
Russian or Armenian.

- And he spoke both?
- Fluently.

Do you remember
any of the names

of your husband's
business associates?

Richard, Tom, Charles, Joe.

What about the companies
he did business with?

My husband was a clever man.

He always made sure I was...

insulated
from his business concerns.

I knew he was a pornographer,
and that was sufficient.

Mrs. Allen, did you
embrace your husband

the last time
you saw him?

Why do you ask?

Well, we found a handprint
on his jacket.

Looks like a woman's hand.

- It's on the shoulder.
- And you think it's mine.

When you have a chance,
if you could come
by the station

so they could print you
for comparison.

It's not necessary.
My prints are in the system.

I did some escort calls.

I was young and stupid.

Got picked up
a couple of times.

It was a long time ago.

Did your husband
know about it?

He did.

Did it bother him?

It didn't.

Well, I'm still
going to need you

to come by anyway.
They'll want a fresh print.

Like you said,
it was a long time ago.

I don't think
it was mine, detective.

The last time I saw Tony,
I didn't touch him.

Thank you.

All right, follow my lead
exactly as we discussed.

No freelance. Do not go off
the reservation, all right?

- Yeah.
- All right, let's go.

Uhh!

Get in there.
Do as I say.

I'll fucking kill you.

- Get in here.
- Okay, George.

All right.
That's good.

That's enough.
Let him go.

Asshole, man.

The fuck?

What the fuck?

What's your name,
ese?

Tito.

Tito.

Is that your hidey hole
up there?

Aw, come on, man. George.

Oof!

Okay.

Ohh.

Aha.

Hey, listen,
if you want to make sure

that shit like this doesn't
happen to you again,

you are going to need
some insurance, brother.

Come on, man.

Relax. You're going
to get to keep your brick.

We're not here to interfere
with neighborhood commerce.

Huh.

Your boys buy
direct from Sinaloa?

That's interesting.

All right. Consider this
a weekly thing, Tito:

sales tax Fridays.

Hey, no, cheer up.
This isn't a one-way street.

You need a tip on a raid,
a competitor dimed out,

we can help you with that.

You two fuckers some real
tough pendejos, huh?

You fuck with us,
you fuck with all of us.

Uhh!

All right, George,
that's enough.

That's enough.

Come on, let's go.

Next time,
use your baton.

Those little Pelicans,
they're not worth shit,

not like the old
Maglites.

Those bad boys, they can
do some serious damage.

Right.

Oh, boy.

I might have
something else lined up

in the next
couple of days.

Oh, really?

What?

I'll let you know.

Harry.

The movie Veronica Allen
did with her husband--

- The porno?
- No, no, the other one,

Victim of the Night.

See if you can track down
anyone involved with it--

director, producer, actors,

anyone who worked with her.

Anything in particular?

I just want to know what
she was like back then.

I'll look into it.

Thanks, brother.

Hey, Mom, is Dad around?

No, he's working late.

You try his cell?

Yeah. It went to voice mail.

I just, uh, I wanted to bend
his ear for a minute.

- Thought I might catch him.
- You in a rush?

- Kind of, yeah.
- Sit.

Talk with your mom
for a few minutes.

How was your day?

Oh, you know, it was--

it was fine.

Beginnings.
They're always tough.

- I'm sorry?
- I know you.

It takes you a while
to fit in.

You've always been cautious
in a new situation.

Yeah, well, it's working out.
I'm getting comfortable.

Yeah. I hope you didn't
wear that outfit to work.

No. Jacket and tie, Mom.
I always dress correct.

Want some dinner?

Uh...

- Yeah.
- Mom--

- Hey.
- Mom!

Let me fix you
something to eat.

Dressing room, Dolly's

Layla there?

- Tony?
- Hey, babe.

Hey. You back already?

Yeah. Made decent time.

Did you have time to go
by the other place too?

I'll tell you about it
when I see you,

- not on the phone.
- Just making sure.

You got nothing
to worry about, baby.

Harry.

Hope it's not too late.

I just got home. What's up?

Headed your way,
actually.

I told you we're fine.

It's that case
I told you about.

Our victim
did business there.

How long you staying?

I don't know. A few days.

I was hoping I might be
able to connect with Maddie,

you know, some time tomorrow.

Yeah, you can
pick her up after camp.

I'll text you the address.

Okay.

I'll, uh, see you then.

Good night, Harry.

Hey, doll.

Tony, I'm scared.

Don't worry, baby.
It won't be long,

just a few more weeks.

A few weeks?

Everything's
going to be fine.

If he finds out--

He won't.
He won't find out.

What about her?

She doesn't care.