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Previously on Bosch: Legacy.

What's this?

Every file your ex had on your family.

How did you get his credentials?

I might've had a sniffer on the jump box.

How are you, Agent Morrell?

Fine.

Are you ready to pull
the string on Mo Bassi?

Might have him right where we want him.

I can fix this.

I don't think you can.

Everything was fine until Lexi learned
the watch may have been stolen.

Ellis and Long murdered Lexi Parks.

That's a great story.

Problem is, you can't prove any of it.

You put me in a box,
but you buried yourself.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you?

No. I would never lie to you.

He's parked off of Admiralty Way.
What, does he like to fish?

He turned down protection
so that he could find Ellis himself.

Police! Freeze!

I was positioned
on the adjacent pier.

About 30 yards away.

I yelled, "Police. Freeze."

Ellis was holding a gun in his right hand
and pointing it at my father.

In order to prevent Ellis
from injuring or killing my father,

I fired two rounds.

Both hit him in the chest.

He fell into the water.

It was not safe to render aid.

That's it.

When you made entry into the marina,
did Officer Vasquez tell you to stand by?

Yeah, she told me
to stay in line of sight.

And did you?

When I heard that first shot,
I went to it.

So you separated?

Yes.

They've recovered Ellis body.

They haven't found the gun yet.

He had one.

They're holding the crime scene
until the sun comes up.

Then they'll send the dive team in.

Are you sure about the gun?

Glock 19. Blue steel.
Semiautomatic pistol.

You did great.

What if they don't find the gun?

They'll find it.

This will be a good shoot.

Ellis was a bad cop.

The department will wanna put
this to bed as soon as it can.

I'll be in touch. Get some rest.

Buy you breakfast?

I just wanna go home and sleep.

They're probably gonna ding us
for splitting up. Sorry.

FID always finds something
to justify their existence.

You saw the gun, right?

I only heard the shots.

Not to worry.

They'll find it.

God, I fucking hope so.

♪ Oh, my, my, times are changin' ♪

♪ There's a fine, new day comin' round ♪

♪ It's a feelin' like
a cool rain comin' down ♪

♪ It's the rhythm of a new song singin' ♪

♪ It's the rhythm
of a new song singin' ♪

♪ Oh, my, my, times are changin' ♪

♪ Oh, my, my,
times are changin' ♪

♪ Oh, my, my,
I've been waitin' for this moment ♪

♪ Oh, my, my, oh, my, my ♪

♪ Times are changin' ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, my, my, times are changin' ♪

Mr. Aslan has withdrawn
his cooperation with the Feds.

He's pleading guilty
to conspiracy and fraud.

We want everyone to know
Mr. Aslan is not a snitch.

That'll keep him alive at least.

Testifying against Bratva
was never a wise idea.

Good day, Ms. Chandler.

What's this?

Lab results you've been waiting on.

The lab could've sent this over.

I wanted to pick it up
and deliver it myself.

What's next for you?

A new chapter.

I'd like to be part of it.

I need people I can trust unreservedly.

I won't let you down again.

I'm sorry, Matthew.

I'm sure you'll land on your feet.

Good luck.

How you holding up?

You really think we have him?

On PharmaWell alone,
Bassi's staring at mandatory minimums.

He'll buckle.

I keep thinking about
how this can all go sideways.

If I'm outed in hacker circles,
I'm ruined.

They'll dox me, my family.

Don't worry.
We'll keep you under.

I, um...

I worry about Mo.

Got a little attached, didn't you?

I did.

He's smart. He'll cooperate.

If he gives us Chandler and Bosch
on the pipeline explosion,

he'll get off with a slap on the wrist...

and he'll be none the wiser by you.

Keep your eye on the prize.

So they haven't found his gun yet.

Until they do,

sort of in a limbo.

Eh, matter of time.
Hell, I can testify he had a gun.

I think they'd like to corroborate that,
if they can, with the actual weapon.

How you feeling?

I'm okay.

It's a heavy thing, taking a life.

I took one to save one.

And I thank you for that.

Makes us even.

I would do it again
in a heartbeat.

I'm serious.

A piece of advice.

Do not just shrug this off.

I'm not.

Seems like you are.

You know, Mads,
this job you do, our job,

it requires a strong moral compass,
which you've got in spades.

But you get pushed into a corner, you have
to rely on your training and instincts.

I know that.

And everybody around you,
bosses, Vasquez, other cops,

are all saying, "Great job. Great job.
Way to put that fucker down."

And you're just left wondering,
"Then why don't I feel great?"

So why don't I?

Because of who you are.

You know you did the right thing.

I had no choice.

You know how I really feel about it?

Tell me.

I'm fucking furious.

- With me?
- With you.

With him, with Eleanor...

With your mother?

You know,
I worry about you all of the time.

As I do you.

You slipped your protection.

You went off on your own.

If I didn't know you,
if I hadn't been there...

Okay. I...

I get why you're angry with me.

Do you?

Do you really?

What would I do without you?

If I lost you too?
Do you ever think about that?

All the time.

You know what?

I'm really beat.

Um...

I think I'm just gonna...

go for a run or something,
just clear my head.

I love you.

I love you too.

I've talked a lot about when or if

I would ever feel like myself again.

You know, who I was before.

And?

Been in a really dark place.

Feral at times.

And I've...

I've had to cross
some serious lines to survive,

lines I never
would have crossed previously.

I've betrayed one of my
oldest and dearest friends,

someone who's always
been there for me when I needed him.

My actions have damaged his reputation
and nearly cost him his practice.

- Can the friendship be fixed?
- I don't think so.

If I were in his shoes, the...

the breach is just too big to repair.

How do you feel about all this?

I'm never going to be the person I was.

This, this is who I am now.

I know I did what I had to do
to survive.

And if this is the collateral damage,
if this is the cost...

well...

I can live with it.

Hey.

- I thought...
- Hmm?

...you might wanna
get out and about for a little while.

You know, go for a walk.
It's a beautiful day.

You working?

Always. You hungry?

I could eat.

Or...

we could stay here.

Order something delivered.

Let's save that for later.

Come on, show me around Koreatown.

Just 'cause I live in Koreatown
doesn't make me Korean.

Well, just because I live in Los Angeles
doesn't make me an angel.

Hmm.

What?

In the immortal words
of Duke Ellington,

"Squeeze me,
but please don't tease me."

Mo, what...

We'll go out, we'll come back,
you'll say, "Oh, my gosh, time flies,

I gotta scoot, love to come up,
but I just can't."

So you wanna skip lunch,
skip the walk,

just forget the whole thing?

No. Let me put on my walking shoes.

We've been hanging out
for the better part of a month.

I know what you're gonna say.

And whenever we might take the next step
and get a little more intimate,

you just get squirrely.

I like you as a friend
and I don't want to ruin a good thing.

Friend is good. Friend is fine.

If a friend it must be.

For now.

Please don't tease me.

I won't.

I, um...

I know a kimchee place
that's the perfect cure

for thwarted, unrequited
romantic longing.

How so?

It'll give you garlic dragon breath
that can peel the paint at ten paces.

I love me some kimchee.

Feel free to squeeze me.

Chavez. What's so important
you can't tell me over the phone?

This.

A week in the infirmary.

Hell of a beatdown.

Still not affiliated?

Fucker's got a death wish.

What's that mean?

Just chatter.

Don't do anything stupid with that info.

Promise.

Maurice Bassi

and any other occupants
at 4315 West Third Street.

This is the FBI.

Come out with your hands up.

If he's in there, he's not answering.

- Let's hit it, Mike.
- Let's go.

FBI. We have a search warrant.

Hands up! Get your hands up! Now!

Stand up.

Turn around.

Interlock your fingers behind your head.

Now walk back towards me.

Keep coming. Keep coming.

Stop right there.
Now get down on your knees.

Don't move.

Team's clear. Suspect in custody.

What's the charges?

The results of the CTE analysis
we submitted to the court

make a compelling case
for third-party culpability, Your Honor.

And for the record, counsel's referring
to Condom Trace Evidence.

That is correct.

Proceed.

Lexi Parks was about
to launch an investigation

that would have exposed
the extortion racket

Detectives Ellis and Long
had been running for years.

They killed Parks,

and framed David Foster for the murder.

To pull off the frame,

they also needed to eliminate
Foster's alibi, James Allen,

the man Foster was with
the night of the murder.

And where does the CTE come in?

Allen and Foster were clandestine lovers.

Ellis and Long used Allen, their CI,

to collect David Foster's semen
in a condom.

Ellis and Long murdered Lexi Parks

and planted Foster's semen
on and in her body.

Your Honor, I've heard some far-fetched
defense theories, but seriously?

You'll get your turn, Mr. Landreth.

Ms. Chandler.

The DNA sample
collected from Parks

contained trace evidence
of a specific brand of condom

found in James Allen's motel room.

Where is this James Allen?
Can he testify to any of this?

Murdered, Your Honor.

By Ellis and Long.

To keep him from testifying.

I find the evidence sufficient
to support the motion.

You may argue third-party culpability
at trial, Ms. Chandler.

Thank you, Your Honor.

We are adjourned.

This is the time, Emmitt,
to drop these charges.

You know my guy's not good for it.

I know no such thing.
What's the CTE prove?

Foster could've worn that condom
during the assault.

There's no evidence that Parks
and Foster ever crossed paths.

There's no evidence they didn't.

And there's no chance
we're dropping these charges.

Sit down.

I got nothing to say.

Good. Because we want you to listen.
Hear us out.

There might be a way
you can help yourself.

Tell us about her.

I don't know her.
I've never seen her before.

It's a felony to lie to a federal agent.

We had drinks.

That right there's
what you call a Euphoric.

You should try one,
might loosen you up.

Jade Quinn.

We know you hacked PharmaWell for her.

Did you even look at the file you stole?

That would have been unethical.

Oh. Now he has scruples.

You're not the target
of our investigation, Mr. Bassi.

She is.

She sells corporate secrets.

And she gets hackers like you
to steal them for her.

What do you want?

Her.

Meet her again.

Get her talking about the hack.

Wear a wire.

Cyber crimes carry
mandatory minimums of five years.

Every hack is a separate violation.

We don't wanna files
all those charges against you.

Hmm.

But I gotta play ball.

Hey, you could work
your case down to zero.

You also need to tell us
about Bosch and Chandler,

and the pipeline explosion
at the port last year.

I wanna talk to your boss.

Thanks.

Aren't you afraid people will talk?

I'm just a shoulder to cry on.

Everybody's asking me how I feel.

Of course they are.

We're all virgins.

Except Vasquez.

How does it feel?

Not good.

Even a scumbag like Ellis?

Even him.

I, um, found a place.

Oh.

Great.

When?

Soon.

Don't be bummed.

Doesn't mean we're breaking up.

Didn't think it did.

Excuse me a second.

Gonna mingle.

Come back when you're done?

Sure.

Hey.

Hey.

A year from now.

Two years from now.

Never.

Whenever you're ready.

There for you.

Any deal has to be in writing.

Signed by the US Attorney.

You either do what we want you to do
or you don't.

- I need to think about it.
- We don't have time.

The longer you're in here,
the more people will miss you out there.

They might get suspicious.

So you gotta decide, right now.

You in or out?

As in federal lockup
or out on the street working for you?

Correct.

You know,
when I woke up this morning,

I wasn't exactly counting on
ending the day as a snitch.

I need at least a few days.

If I call you, you better answer.

I will.

You've got till the end of the week.

We might actually have
something to drink to.

I could use some good news.

This place clean?

Swept it this morning.

So, it turns out the grand jury

secretly indicted Aslan
on gas fraud charges.

Barron then pressured him to cooperate
in exchange for leniency.

Aslan IDed you at the plant
the night of the explosion.

That sounds like bad news.
So what's the good news?

I got a call from Aslan's attorney.

He's withdrawn his cooperation
and will take the fall on the gas fraud.

And that, my friend,
puts you in the clear.

Bratva reached out.

He wants to stay alive.

What we need to do now
is prove David Foster is innocent.

We need a confession.

From Long.

Well, how are we gonna get that?
He's not gonna talk to either of us.

Plus, we can't even get to him.
He's in jail.

Not yet he isn't.

They won't move him from Cedars
till he's stable.

And he might not know yet about Ellis.

What are you thinking?

We got nothing to lose.

Sure you don't need some help with that?

No, I can manage.

Oh.

Oh, you really don't have to.

Let me make myself useful.

If I wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead already.

Keep your voice down.

- What do you want?
- I'm here to help you.

Fuck you. You shot me.

I had a clear headshot on you,
but I didn't take it.

You're alive because of me.

You heard about Ellis?

- What about him?
- They got him.

He was hiding out in the marina.
Twins gave him up.

Now he's cutting a deal,
and he's laying it all on you.

Bullshit.

This is a transcript.

His confession.

"I told Long to go in
and get the watch back.

I was lookout. After a while,
he came out covered in blood.

He'd gone nuts on her with a tire iron.

We had to make it look like
some kind of a serial sex crime."

Fuck that!

You wanna read the rest?

What the fuck is this?

You're not my lawyer.
Why do you even care?

At Schubert's house,
I saw what he was capable of.

Look, Long,
I don't give a shit about you.

I don't care if you
ever see the light of day again.

But he has gotta go down for good,

and you have to do it.

How?

By telling the truth.

You get your lawyer in here,

make your own deal
before Ellis beats you to it.

What happened that night?

Fuck.

It was him.

He is the one that went psycho.

It's not me.

He said the worse it looked,

the more it would
seem like a serial did it.

You saw this?

I thought the tire iron
was just to open the door.

But he kept hitting her with it.

Covered in blood.

Blood on him.
Blood on the walls.

On the ceiling.

He burned his clothes that night.

Where?

Barbecue pit.
In Elysian Park.

- No, let it play. There's more.
- Doesn't matter.

- Why?
- Because you're not a cop, Bosch.

You can't just go around
surreptitiously recording people.

632... this is a dual-consent state.

Plus, his voice is slurred.
He's obviously on medication.

Your whole charade would be tossed
by Long's attorney in five minutes flat.

What should really happen here
is I should have you

arrested for trespassing
and a 632 violation.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

I don't care whether or not
the statement is admissible.

You now have a mountain
of exculpatory evidence.

Do the right thing, Emmitt.

I think we're done here.

I said we're done.

You have about four hours
to prepare a statement.

What statement?

The statement your office
is going to have to release

after that tape goes out
to every news channel in the city.

Oh, you can't release this.
It's illegally obtained.

Well, that might matter in court,
but not in the media.

They will hear a man confess to a murder
that you are prosecuting another man for.

I can't wait to see how
you're gonna try to explain that.

Four hours, Emmitt.

- Irv.
- Honey.

Nice to see you.

Good to see you.

Well, you're looking sleek and sassy.

Private sector agrees with you.

You're looking well yourself.

I stay busy.

So I gather.

Do you miss it?

What, the department?

Whole system's a shitstorm
from the DA on down.

Corrupt cops, extortion, murder.

Shootouts at the marina.

Fucking Bosch.

Once you get to know him.

Right.

Well, thank you for taking
the time to meet with me.

What can I do for you?

I want your endorsement.

I'm retired.

Well, you still have a lot of sway
with the rank and file.

Years ago, you asked me a question.

I remember.

You said, "You really wanna trade
what you're doing now

for a chance to be
mostly miserable in City Hall?"

Not Mayor. DA.

I wanna be the next District Attorney
for the County of Los Angeles.

I see.

So, I repeat my question.

What can I do for you?

Anything?

Ah, it's only been 24 hours.

Maybe we missed.

No, I got through to him.

He may play us out till the end,
but he's hooked.

Tell 'em.

He invited me over to his place
tomorrow night.

I'll feel him out.

He'll open up to me.

I want ears on that.

Yeah, we're on it.

Mr. Archer?

The People are unable
to proceed at this time

and move to dismiss the case
against Mr. Foster.

Ms. Chandler?

The defense joins that motion.

And we would like to have
the case dismissed with prejudice.

You don't intend to refile, do you?

No, Your Honor.

Your motion to dismiss
with prejudice is granted.

And your other motion?

Based on new evidence,
I think we can all agree

that Mr. Foster
did not murder Lexi Parks.

I want his name cleared for all purposes.

People?

The People do not oppose.

Motion for factual innocence granted.

Mr. Foster,

it's as though the arrest never occurred.

On behalf of the justice system,
with our deepest apologies,

I hope you're able to regain
some semblance of a normal life.

- You're okay.
- Of course I am.

Let's go home.

Okay.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you will do.

For everything.

Let's get you home.

Take care, you guys.

Thank you.

They'll need to talk.

This is Madeline Bosch.

Ms. Bosch, Joan Malone
from California Department of Corrections.

Do you have a moment?

I do. What's this about?

We're calling in regards
to Kurt Dockweiler.

Don't tell me that son of a bitch escaped.

Pursuant to Marsy's Law,

we're just making notification to you
that, uh, he died in custody.

What?

How?

Sorry, I can't tell you.
It's an open investigation.

I'm law enforcement.

Please, I have to know.

They found him in his cell.

Overdose.

He got what he deserved.

An overdose?

Probably a hot shot.

They held him down,
shot him up with heroin.

Gets written up as an OD or suicide.

Why would they do that?

He was a sexual predator.
Everybody knew that.

He got off easy.

I wanted him to rot in prison
for the rest of his miserable life.

I know it's too soon,
but eventually you gotta let it go.

For your own sake.

You're right. It is too soon.

You're still mad at me.

Getting over it.

And your mom?

Never.

I will never get over it.

You ever visit the memorial?

Yeah.

Once or twice.

First time, I had to leave.

Couldn't take it.

Second time, I got through most of it.

You been?

Thinking about it.

She's been on my mind.

Yeah.

By the way, I found a place.

I'd like to check it out
before you sign a lease.

Too late. It's a done deal.
I already moved some stuff in.

What about your boyfriend Rico?

We broke up.

Just doesn't know it yet.

I'll bet he already does.

Thanks.

It was such a thrill.

Seeing her name, her career.

The pictures of her made it real.

The family story.

How she saved his life.

Ever hear it?

No.

So, they were in a tunnel...

don't ask me how...

and some bad guy was about
to shoot Harry point-blank...

just punch his ticket...

and so Harry's lying there
and he's saying his prayers,

and there's a shot.

Harry's would-be killer drops dead.

And Harry opens his eyes,

and there's this angel
looking down on him.

Eleanor.

And then they fell in love.

Had me.

Well, all I can say is,
he's a very lucky man.

Both his wife and his daughter
saved his life.

I worry about when his luck runs out.

How are you coping?

I feel numb.

Like it's all happening
over there somewhere,

at a distance.

I worry about losing my empathy.

If you're worried about
losing your empathy,

that's prima facie evidence
that you're not.

I hope so.

Hey, Sarge.

Maddie, you got a sec?

Yeah, what's going on?

Listen, this conversation never happened.

I just wanted to give you the heads-up.

They found the gun.

You still there?

Thank you.

Sleep tight tonight.

Thanks.

Draw four.

Shit.

Color?

Blue.

Fitting.

That right?

You got the weight of the world
on your shoulders, pal.

She's perceptive.

Picking up on something.

I might be in a little trouble.

What kind?

Federal.

Serious?

Domestic terrorism.

Jesus.

Not to spoil a good vibe.

That would be weighing on me too.

You can talk to me, you know.

I appreciate that.

'Cause I've been there for you, right?

You have.

Is this about Bosch?

And my other boss, Honey Chandler.

I hate to say I told you.

What's the deal?

I'm struggling whether I should...

you know, to be blunt,
fuck them over to save my own skin.

Would you do that?

I'd hate to, but my tit's in a wringer,
so to speak.

You gotta look out for you.

That's what they say.

Still, it's a tough decision.

Yeah, betrayal stings.

Especially you get to know somebody.

You start to trust them.

Believe in them.

You know what I mean, Janice?

Sorry?

Oh, shit.

You heard me.

Or should I call you by your full name?

Janice Morrell.

Cat got your tongue?

You should let 'em know you're okay.

We're just playing Uno.

I don't want my door busted in again.

I'm fine.

How long have you known?

I'll keep you guessing on that.

We got you on PharmaWell.

You sure?

I have you on security cameras
going into the building.

Mm.

Just trespassing.

Probably a misdemeanor.

Six months max.

You were in the server room.

You got video of me in there?

You disabled the cameras somehow.

But I got you on a wire
saying that you planted a jump box.

Well, you let me know when you find one.

Several hacking crimes.

And the proof
is on that thumb drive.

Is it?

Let me be clear,
for your friends listening in.

I'm not saying I did this,

but any pro hacker worth his salt
would set the file to auto-delete.

After 24 hours, poof, wiped clean.

You can check that thumb drive yourself
when you get back to headquarters.

Uno.

Game over.

Listen...

I think we're done here.

Mo.

It's my job.

Was.

It was your job.

You make me a deal.

You quit the Bureau tonight
and I won't out you.

I was really into you.

I had feelings for you too.

I don't believe you.

Maybe in a different life.

Right.

My client...

my innocent client, David Foster,

spent weeks languishing in county jail,
falsely accused.

Assaulted while in jail.

Outside, his good name
was smeared by the District Attorney...

all while the true killers of Lexi Parks
went on a wanton murder spree.

Is this how we want our
so-called justice system to work?

She's pretty fucking pissed.
How much is she gonna sue for?

What happened to Lexi Parks
was a terrible, terrible crime.

Seems like this
is about something else.

On more than one occasion,
the District Attorney, Emmitt Archer,

was made well aware he had accused
and jailed an innocent man,

a fact finally borne out
yesterday in court.

Archer did not want to do the right thing

because of the political damage
it might cause him.

That makes him unfit for office.

That is why today I announce that

I will run for District Attorney
in the next election.

You go, girl.

I believe in our justice system.

And as District Attorney,

I will dedicate my whole being

to the just and fair administration
of the law in Los Angeles County.

Fuck me.

Thank you.
I'll take questions now.

This is gonna be so cool.

If she wins.

When have you known her to lose?

Harry Bosch.

Any comment?

She's got my vote.

What about the Feds?

Grand jury.

That whole thing
seemed to just go away.

Is that a question?

You guys sent me the subpoena,
didn't you?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Hey, boy.

Hey, Coltrane.

Think you could work for her?

Ah.

DA investigators
mostly deliver subpoenas,

drive witnesses to court.

It's not my bag.

It's better than working
for the dark side.

Well, hopefully my work
for the dark side is behind me.

We'll be back in a few.

Okay, I'll hang here.

This is a collect call
from Wasco State Correctional Facility.

- Inmate...
- Preston Borders...

...is calling.

To accept this call, press one.

To decline this call, press two.

Bosch?

He...

stepped out.

Who's this?

His daughter.

His daughter?

You're the one that got...

taken.

What do you want?

Just tell your father
that I did what he wanted.

What are you talking about?

Dockweiler.

Tell him I took care of it.

Who was that?

Preston Borders.

Dad, what did you do?