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Previously on Legacy.

Alexei and Lev Ivanovich.

Bratva royalty. The boys
are gangster princelings.

And Rogers owes these
guys a lot of money?

A ton, from what I heard.

My businesses all took
a hit when I was inside.

He won't fucking
haggle with you.

Clock is ticking.

What I really want is to hunt
him down and fucking end him.

What's stopping you?

We can file a wrongful death case,
a survivor action on your behalf.

What's the point?

The point is, Rogers pays a
price for what he did to us.

He had your mother
killed, had me shot.

He was in the bedroom,
waiting for me.

He had a knife. He
told me not to scream.

You think she's gonna
be okay? Preeda Saetang.

The rape victim? Let it go.

I just... I keep
thinking about it.

So stop.

You had a son. His name
was Dominick Santanello.

He was a medic. Died in Vietnam.

I'd like to know more about him.

Whatever you could
find out about my son.

Olivia MacDonald?

You wanted to talk to me?

Would you be willing
to meet with me?

What's up?

Matthew's been digging up
dirt on Simon Wakefield.

Rogers' right-hand man.
You find something?

Not on Wakefield, on his son.

Even better. What
are we talking about?

Big-time bank fraud. I'll
spare you the details.

So you're gonna use
the info on his son

to squeeze Wakefield?

Until he gives up Rogers.

Could work. Nice job, Counselor.

I thought so. Where are you?

- Oxnard.
- What's in Oxnard?

Chasing a lead. I'll
be back later today.

On Rogers?

No, something else.

I'll see you when I see you.

Marty.

Have you got time to talk
to a prospective client?

Uh, sure, what's the case?

Wrongful arrest. It was
LAPD. Mistaken identity.

Based on what?

I mean, if it's a shaky
eyewitness or a bad photo lineup,

have Matthew or Louise take it.

Facial recognition software.

Really?

Uncharted legal territory. This
could be one of those seminal cases.

Okay, okay, okay,
don't oversell it.

I'll put him in the
conference room.

Nick Santanello was my brother.

Your adoptive brother.

Yes, we were both adopted
by the Santanellos.

How did your parents know
his birth mother's name?

They both met Vibiana when
they went to St. Helen's

to take Nick home.

I have often wondered
about Vibiana.

I know Nick did it. Do you
know what happened to her?

She died shortly thereafter.

Oh, dear. How?

She took her own life.

Did she?

Oh, I am so glad
Nick never knew that.

Uh...

I wasn't sure that I was
gonna show you these, but...

Here.

Where was this taken?

Basic training. Camp Pendleton.

Name on the shirt. Lewis?

That was a friend of his,

a fellow medic who couldn't
pass the swim test,

so Nick put on his shirt
and took the test for him.

Was Nick drafted?

Enlisted.

Why a medic?

He wanted to be a
doctor. He had plans.

His helicopter was shot down

two weeks before he
was due to come home.

Such a waste.

I'm sorry.

It was a long time ago.

Yeah, but you still send him
a message nearly every day.

I miss him every day.

I know you do.

I was wondering, is
there any possibility

you might still have some
of his belongings around?

I have no idea
who she is. Sorry.

If I can get these printed,
I'll send you copies.

Please.

I'm out in the driveway helping
my boy with his bike chain.

And all of a sudden,
three cop cars roar up.

Next thing I know, my
face is on the ground,

got a knee in my back,
and I'm cuffed up.

Wife's screaming.

Son's crying.

Six years old.

How's he supposed to understand?

Why did they arrest you?

Detective said I robbed
some Korean corner store

I never set foot in.

Did you get the
detective's name?

Gutierrez.

And what did you tell Detective
Gutierrez when he arrested you?

"You got the wrong guy. It's
a mistake. I got an alibi."

But he was dug in.

Said some computer IDed
me as the guy who did it.

Facial recognition.

That's it.

Did the police check your alibi?

Far as I know, not.

What about Gutierrez? Did you
talk to him after your arrest?

Never saw him again.

Two weeks in that hellhole,

never talked to nobody except
the lady from Legal Aid.

Were you working at the
time of your arrest?

Steady.

And since your release?

They gave my job away.

Ain't had another one since.

Google my name,
see what comes up.

Shit's gonna follow
me till the day I die.

What happened to you is
inexcusable. I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

But I want them to be sorry.

Pay for what they done
to me and my family.

We're gonna do everything in our
power to make sure that happens.

They're almost 50 years old.

And kept in an attic, basement,
mini-storage ever since?

Garage.

I can tell. Cupping, cracking...

Can you salvage them?

Oh, you must be laboring
under the misconception

I'm a miracle worker.

What, you're not?

We can try rewashing.
No guarantees.

What's your time frame?

Day before yesterday.

The woman and the child?
Can you do those first?

It's gonna cost you. Can you afford me
now you're not on the department's dime?

Me? No.

But my client can.

Ida, what am I looking at?

A check for $20,000 to St.
Helen's Maternity Home,

with a personal note from you.

- You think 20,000 is enough?
- Sir?

Seems paltry. Considering.

Well, we can discuss an
annual gift. In perpetuity.

- Let's do that.
- Discuss it?

No, let's do it.

I'll initiate the paperwork.

Ida, Ida, Ida...

I don't know what I
would do without you.

Nor I you, sir.

Maybe we should do a door knock.

Just to make sure she's okay.

It'll take two minutes, it's
just right around the corner.

Don't know how many
times I gotta say it.

We're not detectives and we sure
as shit aren't social workers.

Case belongs to Sex Crimes now.

I know, but...

Look. They got their
job and we got ours.

And we can't do ours if you
keep worrying about theirs.

Feel me?

I feel you.

- That's the Hotel Del, in Coronado.
- Mm-hmm.

Any way to figure out when
these pictures were taken?

No time stamp on the film.

I can tell you when the
film itself was made.

"Seventy-two-AJ"? It was made
between April and June 1972.

Guy who took these pictures was in
Vietnam December '71 to December '72,

then he was killed in action.

So how could he have taken
them on the beach at Hotel Del?

What I was wondering.

Hello, Mrs. Cheong?

Yes?

My name is Honey Chandler and this
is my associate, Matthew Ramirez.

Yes?

I understand you had an armed
robbery here a couple of months ago.

He put a gun in my face.

I was afraid I was going to die.

Well, believe me, I know
exactly how you feel.

I don't think so.

I don't think you do.

I have been the victim
of gun violence too.

You?

A home invasion.
I was shot twice.

No.

Yes.

Oh, how terrible for you.

There are many bad
people in this city.

There's so many good
people too, like you.

Thank you.

Would you mind if we
asked you a few questions?

No, I don't.

Detective Gutierrez
filled us in.

Certainly.

Matthew, will you take notes?

Of course.

Are we being taped?

Oh, yes. We tape
everything, 24/7.

Ms. MacDonald? Olivia MacDonald?

Can I help you?

We're from the VA.

Veteran's Administration.

I know what the VA is.

Of course you do.

Do you have a moment to speak
to us about Dominick Santanello?

Who?

Don't be disingenuous,
Ms. MacDonald.

Dominick Santanello.

Your brother.

Don't worry, there's
nothing he can do to you.

Well, I'm worried about
what I might do to him.

Just give me a minute to duck.

Carl Rogers, you've been served.

What the hell is this?

Look.

"Estate of Donna
Sobel v. Carl Rogers.

Complaint for wrongful death."

What the fuck? Are you
fucking kidding me?

You people, get out of
here. He was acquitted.

He wasn't acquitted, he escaped.

Do you really think I'd let you get
away with murder, you malevolent fuck?

Bosch.

It's Olivia. Olivia MacDonald.

Everything okay?

Well, you know, I'm not sure.

After you left yesterday,

two men came to the house and
said they were from the VA.

What did they want?

They said that Nick had some
outstanding death benefits

that I might be entitled to.

About 40 years late.

And why I come to the house?
Why not just send a letter?

That's what I thought.

They asked if he'd ever been
married or had any children,

and I told them no.

What'd they say?

They said that that's
what their records show,

but that they just
wanted to make sure.

Anyway, I just thought
you should know.

Okay, I wouldn't worry about it.

If they come knocking again,
you let me know, yeah?

Okay, will do.

Fuck. Who are those guys?

It's game over. Take your
fucking gun. Let's go.

- Why? Why?
- No, no, no, no, no. Don't fuck with me.

What you got?

Trouble. I was clean
when I went up to Oxnard.

No tracker, no tail.

Somebody somehow figured
out I was up there.

How do you know?

Went up there to
do an interview.

Later that day, two guys show up at
my client's door asking questions.

And now these fuckers are
back on my tail again.

I got a question of my own. When's
the last time you looked up?

Drone?

Best guess. What are
you gonna do now?

Turn in my rental
and get my jeep back.

No, no, no, I meant, like, what do
you wanna do? Another shake and bake?

No. No, these guys are too
good. Time to play possum.

Assume we're bugged and tailed.

And droned.

And don't know about it.

I retrieved a still photo
of the robbery suspect

from the store surveillance
video and submitted it

to the LACRIS facial recognition
system for comparison.

And is this the
photo you submitted?

Yes.

So the facial recognition software
compared this photo of the robbery suspect

with photos from L.A. County's
digital mugshot system?

That's right. Your client is in the
system because he's got a record.

And the software hit on Russell
Barnes' mugshot as a positive match.

Now, when you say "positive match,"
you don't consider the result

to be a definitive
identification of the suspect.

No, no.

Because in fact, facial
recognition technology is notorious

for misidentifying people of color
at far higher rates than Caucasians.

Objection. Use of
the word "notorious."

I'll rephrase.

Known for misidentifying people
of color at higher rates.

I can't speak to that.

It's a legitimate
investigative tool

used by law enforcement
across the country.

All right, despite these caveats,
once you got this positive hit,

you focused your investigation
solely on Mr. Barnes, correct?

He was our prime suspect.

Were there any others?

Suspects?

- Yes.
- No.

What the fuck, Lev? Jeez.

I didn't see you.
Where'd you come from?

You scared the living
shit out of me.

Going somewhere?

I'm meeting my girlfriend.

I thought maybe lawyer.

No. No.

Imagine my surprise. Hmm?

Read it in paper,
also social media,

you are sued for
millions of dollars.

Lawsuits are the cost of
doing business in this town.

It's just a nuisance.

Trust me, you'll get your money.

We're oh-so close.

We have saying in Russia.

Elbow is close, but
one cannot bite it.

Fuck does that mean?

Close only counts in
horseshoes and hand grenades.

Okay, so after you have this
possible positive match,

did you compare Mr. Barnes'
fingerprints or DNA

with evidence left by the robbery
suspect at the crime scene?

No usable DNA or prints
were found at the scene.

Did you investigate
Mr. Barnes' alibi?

Didn't have to.

We compared his mugshot to the
surveillance photo of the suspect.

It was obvious the two
men were one and the same.

Obvious to you.

Is this the mugshot of Mr. Barnes
you used for your visual comparison?

Yes.

And did you ever inspect
Mr. Barnes in person?

No.

Well, if you had, you would have
noticed that while the robbery suspect

has several prominent
tattoos on his right arm,

Mr. Barnes' arms
are tattoo-free.

Sloan. What brings you here?

Mr. Vance sent me.

He'd like to know if you've made any
more progress in your investigation.

Mr. Vance instructed me to
report only to him, no one else.

You don't wanna do that.

Mr. Vance has taken ill.

And he's unable to speak to you, so
he would like you to report to me.

And I'm happy to do so
when I hear from him.

Ask Mr. Vance to call me
when he's feeling better.

Mr. Vance, it's Harry Bosch.

Please give me a call
when you have a chance.

I need to speak to
you about something.

So this beat-to-shit car
screams through the light,

literally right in front of us.

I call it in, my T.O. puts the pedal
to the metal, lights and sirens.

We finally get him to pull over.

T.O. takes point?

Of course, 'cause he's
gotta show me how it's done.

So he goes up to the driver's window,
and I swear to God he turns red.

Then he waves me over, all frantic.
So I walk up, take a look inside.

And?

And the guy's wife has
her feet up on the dash

with a baby's head
coming out of her chucha.

What did you do?

Fucking T.O. wasn't about
to roll up his sleeves,

so Mamacita and
I, we got it done.

Baby boy, seven
pounds ten ounces.

- I hope they named him after you.
- They did.

- No way.
- Way. Little Rico.

Okay, Molina, you're up.

Okay. Um...

It's my first jumper call.

Came out as a possible.

Hollywood and Highland
Shopping Center.

We drop everything,
race over there.

We get there and Fire's
deflating their cushion,

Shrink's taking off the harness.

Don't tell me he already jumped.

Yup. Must've hit the blacktop
going 70 miles an hour.

You see him?

Fuck yeah.

His ass was pancaked.

Just a sack of broken bones.

And I'm like, "Dude,
think about the chump

who's gotta scrape
you off the pavement,

have the courtesy to
OD instead, you know."

Oh, Maddie, you had that broad daylight
prowler rape call in Thai Town, right?

She okay? Your vic?

As far as I know.

Um...

Uh, excuse me.

Hey, Mads, little late.

Did I wake you?

No, no. I was just going over
some house insurance paperwork.

Everything okay?

It's fine, I was just
calling to say hi.

Night out?

Classmates from the Academy.

You know, boots only?

I remember.

Everybody's got their
first war story.

Exactly.

You tell yours?

Mm, I didn't feel
like sharing tonight.

Something you wanna talk about?

I'm good. I was just
calling to say hey.

Okay.

I'm here always, all ways.

Yeah, I know.

You wanna come by,
say hey to Coltrane?

Thanks, Dad. I think I'm gonna
go home and get some sleep.

You sure?

Give him a scratch for me.

You're not driving, are you?

Not to worry. Called an Uber.

Good.

Love you.

Me too.

Night.

Good night.

That's Hotel Del.

It was in his effects.

He probably took that photo
between April and December 1972.

Why those dates?

Film was manufactured April '72,

December '72 he was
killed in Vietnam.

Your working hypothesis?

He spent a couple
days in San Diego.

Middle of his tour.

Ah, trips to the
mainland were prohibited.

He would've risked
court martial.

I went to Honolulu
for my R and R.

The airports were full of MPs

on the lookout for guys trying
to sneak back to the mainland.

That military haircut was a dead
giveaway, not to mention the uniform.

Maybe his hair was longer.

He did keep a stash of
civvies at his sister's.

Well, then he
might have made it.

Pretty risky, though.

Risk worth taking if it meant
seeing his new baby girl.

Hey.

Can you recommend a
private, reliable lab

for DNA comparison?

Let me guess.

Maddie finally realized she's
too smart to be your daughter

and now you're scrambling
to prove she is.

Funny.

Well, you're in a fine mood.

Actually, I am.

Making headway on my case.
I just need a good lab.

Well, I've worked with
a couple of good ones.

I'll send you their names.

Great, thanks. Bye.

- Hey, Sam.
- Hey, Harry.

How'd he do?

Such a good boy. Did
all his business.

That's new.

Yeah, present from Maddie.
It's my favorite movie.

"Yo-jim-bo."

Yojimbo. It's Japanese.

What's it about?

It's about a Ronin. That's
a samurai without a master.

On his own. Independent.

Kinda like a private eye.

Yeah, kinda.

But with a sword.

Cool.

See you tomorrow. Bye, Coltrane.

Mo.

Hey, Rogers is on the
move. Wakefield's with him.

A sit-down.

Where?

Some diner in the South Bay.

Eat at Rudy's.

Got it. I'm on it.

Hey, I need boots on the ground.

Beautiful South Bay.

I owe ten originally,
but now they want 40.

The only way I could swing
that is by doing a second tap.

You have any idea how much
this increases our risk?

I couldn't agree more.

It is reckless in the extreme.

They're breathing down my neck.

They fucking know where I
live. What choice do I have?

Can you hear what
they're saying?

Not a word.

But from their body language, I'd wager
they're not exactly bosom buddies.

It's more like that meet between
Michael Corleone and Sollozzo.

Is that One or Two?

One. The sit-down in the restaurant
where they speak Sicilian.

Can you hear anything?

Not a damn thing.

Try this.

What the hell is this?

Some gadget I got
from Bosch's tech guy.

It's like a mini-shotgun
mic and recorder.

Stick it in your
phone and hit record.

Bupkis.

I think we're just meant
to record it, not hear it.

Swell.

So, Russ, you're gonna have to shut
this down in the next 48 hours.

It's impossible.

Scheduled maintenance isn't
for another three weeks.

Then you've got to do a hot tap.

No fucking way.

It's suicide. That's insane.

Fuck no. Way too dangerous.

I'm not sending my guys down there
unless it's completely shut down.

Okay, then it's on you, Russ.

Get the scheduled
maintenance moved up

and shut the damn
thing down ASAP.

Jesus, you're not listening.

The more you take, the harder
it is for me to hide it.

They're sure to
notice a second tap.

You'll find a way.

Looks like we're adjourned.

Just remember, if anything
starts to go sideways,

I can erase this complete
operation in an instant.

Calmed down now?

It's me and my men at risk here.

Everybody wants to make it safe.

Don't be late.

Just make sure you're prepared.

My men could be prepared
before I even hit the freeway.

Everybody good?

If you say so.

Go ahead.

Hello.

Yeah, I need a
second pair of eyes.

Been telling you that for years.

Yeah, Poly First Corporation.
They're in Carson.

On it like a bonnet.

Bite me.

Cheese dick.

1.2 million.

Without even going to trial?

That's what the city will pay
to make this go away right now.

Oh, man.

I never dreamed...

I think the real question we
need to be asking ourselves is,

do we want this to go away?

Of course we do.

Russell, we have a
really strong case.

And I'm almost certain we'd win at
trial with a much bigger payday.

How long would that take?

A year, maybe.

No, thanks.

You suffered a serious injustice
because of this flawed technology,

this lazy cop, the
way the system works.

This is our chance to
start to change the system.

Just a little bit.

A lot can happen in a year.

What am I supposed to
live on in the meantime?

We can help you find a job.

I'm gonna take the money.

Thanks anyway.

Okay.

So far, I've managed
to clean up this part.

Now, it's a terrible recording.
There's all kind of ambient noise.

Here we go.

You're gonna have to shut this
down in the next 48 hours.

That's it?

So far.

Forty-eight hours. Great.

Uh, Rogers, Wakefield, and
these two, Pensak and Aslan.

You're retired.

Some of us more than once.

How'd you get DMV photos?

- We know a guy.
- Say no more.

We may be gone, but
we're not forgotten.

Actually, we're
forgotten, but not gone.

Well, I'm not
questioning your methods,

I mean, far be it from
me, I'm just curious.

What do we know about these two?

Well, Pensak is a pipeline operator
for the Drysdale Oil refinery.

Responsible for
controlling the flow of gas

through the company's
pipeline network.

And Aslan runs Aslan Inc.

He runs fleets of freight
trucks and gasoline tankers.

And... he owns this.

What are we looking at?

Manufacturing plant. PVC pipes.
Closed down about five years ago.

Security like Fort fucking Knox.

He's got security
patrols, cameras,

and every 20 minutes, the doors
open, a gas tanker comes out,

another tanker goes
in, the door shuts.

Just tankers?

Mm-hmm, around the clock.

Why is this interesting?

Why the security? Why the
heavy tanker traffic here?

It's not a filling station.

Unless it is.

But it's not. In my humble opinion,
something ain't kosher in Denmark.

And you couldn't hear what they
were discussing during the meeting?

Mm-mm, but it was tense,
I can tell you that much.

Mo's cleaning up that recording.

What do you think
they're up to, Harry?

I think...

I need to get into
that building.

Hey, hey. Hey, buddy.

I think you left your wallet
in there on the counter.

I don't think so.

Sure looks like you.

What, are you blind? That
don't look nothin' like me.

Oh, jeez. My mistake. I'm sorry.

And hey, hey, pal.

Have a nice night.

Yeah.

He buy it?

Not a chance.

No surprise.

You know, I've been told

this driver's license photo
of me is a real stunner.

Who told you that?

Lady who took it at the DMV.

She administer the
vision test too?

Let me get the
keys to the office.

Yeah, yeah.

Shit.

On to you, you son of a bitch.

Hands up!

Now!

Coming up on Legacy.

"Last Will and Testament
of Whitney Vance.

Hieronymus Bosch,
sole executor."

What do we do next?

You keep working your case.
Confirm Vance has an heir.

We see who makes a move.

Nicole wasn't even there.

But now she's an accessory.

You have got to swear that
you're gonna keep her safe.

I'm gonna do everything
I can, Mrs. Davis.

She's only helping him so she
can come home and be with Kalon.

We need to do something
about this DNA situation.

What options am I
looking at here?

Inside.

I haven't seen Carl in days.

I swear. I don't
know where he is.

You need to make
careful decisions.

I represent people who reward
those who make careful decisions.

If I were still a cop,

I'd arrest you for threatening
an officer and attempted bribery.

But you're not.

- Detective.
- LT.

You see that press conference?

LAPD knew Nicole was not a
threat. This is not acceptable.

She did take the cash.
She got back in the car.

What could we do? We need
to stick together on this.

What if I never feel
like myself again?

Having second thoughts?

About the job?

No.

I understand you
have work for me.

Indeed, I do.