All language subtitles for Bosch.S05E09.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-CHANDLER: That him?
-BOSCH: That's him.

Terry Spencer.

-How'd you find it?
-Uh, Hector found it,

under her maiden name.

She's owned it for a long time.

Well before she married Cronyn.

-Shall we ring the bell?
-I imagine he's been instructed

not to answer the door.

Mm-hmm.

(car alarm ringing,
horn honking)

CHANDLER:
Mr. Spencer.

Honey Chandler.

A word?

♪ ♪

♪ I got a feeling
that I 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 ♪

-♪ 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 ♪
-♪ I got a feeling ♪

♪ That I can't let go ♪

♪ Can't let go ♪

♪ Can't let go ♪

♪ Like me. ♪

I should call my attorney.

Kathy told me you might try
something before the hearing.

Kathy Zelden? Mrs. Cronyn?

Why does a property room clerk
need a lawyer at all?

I don't have to talk to you.

Look, we know about your debts,

how the Cronyns used
your financial predicament

to leverage you.

How Olmer's DNA
got on that handkerchief,

how you switched it
with the original.

I would never do anything
like that.

Hey. Your signature
is on the seal.

Ask yourself:
who has the most exposure

when we blow this up
at the hearing?

CHANDLER:
Not the Cronyns.

The Cronyns represent Borders,
not you.

BOSCH:
They played you
for a patsy, pal.

We don't want you, Terry.
We want Cronyn.

And we want to keep
a serial killer

locked up inside his cage.

They preyed on your desperation,

now they're counting
on your silence.

Help us, we'll help you.

(engine starts)

Why'd you kill the pharmacist?

That was Stones.

We have video.

I can play it for you
if you want.

That dude was already dead.
I just shot him to play along.

Why'd Stones kill him?

Send a message.

Which was?

Don't rat.

Hmm.

Who gave the order?

(laughs softly)

Walsh.

And where's Walsh?

Who knows?

I thought you might.

We'll come back to that.

Who killed Charles Fagan?

Who?

The guy you carjacked
after the pharmacy hit.

Stones.

Stones is dead.

R.I.P., motherfucker.

Who killed Oscar Piñeto?

I don't know who that is.

This is your idea
of a full cooperation?

(whispers indistinctly)

(sighs)

I know where there's
another body.

(indistinct radio transmission)

PIERCE:
What do you got?

-That.
-Somebody call it in?

MORGAN:
Anonymous tip.

VEGA:
Why us and not the bomb squad?

It's oozing blood.

And it smells bad.

-(exhales)
-Ugh.

-Adult?
-Looks like.

-VEGA: One person?
-PIERCE:
Hope it's not a mix and match.

-Male or female?
-Kind of burly...

Shaved legs. Toenail polish.

Not dispositive.

I don't know.
Without the pelvic girdle...

-You're there tomorrow, right?
-Not if I have to wear a tie.

-You even own a tie?
-Trashed 'em all when I retired.

Just not a Hawaiian shirt.

Clean T and sport coat?

Jesus. Read my memo?

Glanced at it.

Comments by end of day.

Counting your chickens?

Playing the odds, brother,
playing the odds.

With house money.

Am I whining?

No, not at all.

I'm just having
a really hard time with this.

Uh, it's understandable.

It's been a year.

-More.
-Well, it's not that long.

Plus, I'm sure you're stressed
about your dad's hearing.

Not really. Why?

I don't know. I would be.

Not so much.

You going?

Of course. You?

Yeah. I have to.

-You started to say...
-Her birthday's coming up.

Anniversary Effect?

Maybe that's it.

Look, you should
take the day off.

Just to think about your mom.

Just celebrate her.

You ever been to Catalina?

No.

It's better
than the grunion run.

(Galligan chuckles)

Nothing's better
than the grunion run.

BILLETS:
Don.

Hey, Grace.
This thing takes forever.

-Yeah, but so worth it, right?
-Right.

-Look, I wanted to ask you...
-What?

Any interest in reviewing
the quarterly stats?

Why?

I think they're a little rosy.

-In some areas.
-Like?

Burglaries, assaults,
robberies, BFMVs.

-All down.
-Are they really?

Or are we just bumping marginal
felonies to misdemeanors?

I trust our people, don't you?

Yeah-- but if they were feeling
pressure from above...

Not from me they're not.

-...to shade their reporting...
-Now, look.

I'm comfortable
with the numbers, Grace.

Mm.

-Just thought I'd ask.
-Mm-hmm.

Oh...

Gack. God, pure gack.

Might as well just drink
straight stomach acid.

Cut out the middleman.

♪ ♪

Hey.

-Oh, hey.
-Got something for me?

Left it on your desk.

Ah, thanks.

Anything interesting?

Eh, just budget stuff.

See you later.

Yeah. Hope so.

(vacuum cleaner whirring)

Bo Jonas.

(turns off vacuum)

Gary said these detectives
wanted to talk to me,

so I went.

What happened?

They didn't show.

They said you didn't show.

-You and Gary.
-No, man.

We're waiting, they're late.

I'm getting a bad feeling
in my gut.

Then these two Jakes roll up.

-Jamaicans?
-Mm-hmm. Gangsters.

It was a trap, and I ran, man.

Gary didn't.

You knew them? The Jamaicans?

Recognized them. Sold me a gun.

You still got it?

Gave it to Gary to hold.

Felt like a trap how?

Like they knew
we was gonna be there.

Ah, they, they was gunning
for us, no doubt.

These Jamaicans,
could you identify them?

Could.

But you won't.

Nope.

(clears throat)

(chuckles)

-Detective Moore.
-Sergeant Mankiewicz.

What can I do for you?

You can save the date.

Huh.

He's finally gonna pull the pin.

Mm-hmm.

It's the end of an era.

I wouldn't miss it.

You know, we're asking everyone
to, uh, kick in.

Oh. Enough said.

-Double sawbuck, if you got it.
-I'll do better than that.

Oops. Ha.
Just saw a moth fly out.

I meant to hit the ATM
on the way in.

Sorry. Circle back?

Making a mental note.

That's the best kind.

Twice in one day.

Would you like something?

Oh, a coffee, black.

What's up?

Tell me about you
and Christina Henry. Your side.

What's her beef?

Think she had something to do
with the Times article?

Well, I certainly think
she has it in for you.

I'd like to know the full story.

We were involved. Didn't last.

Hard feelings?

For a while. That passed.

Least I thought it did.

She came up for a promotion,
asked me to put in a good word.

It didn't come through,
she blamed me.

More than that,
said I didn't support her,

bad-mouthed her,
ruined her career.

-Did you?
-Ruin her career?

Put in a good word.

Kept my mouth shut.

Asked my opinion
about Detective Henry's work,

I recused myself
for obvious reasons.

Hmm.

I told you personal
could be useful.

I got a text this morning
from someone

in the D.A.'s office.
A memo from Henry...

A leaked memo.

Urging the D.A.
to open an investigation

after the hearing
into police misconduct,

yours in particular.

Who's your source?

Ah, you know I can't
tell you that.

Trustworthy?

Impeccable.

Juan, ¿cómo está?

Captain?

Lieutenant. Come in.

HINES (on monitor):
Given those realities,

I've concluded that
it's fruitless to pursue

a criminal prosecution
in this matter.

This office will not
file charges

against Officer Eugene Robson

in the death of Miguel Vasquez.

We expect LAPD to conduct
a thorough investigation

into Officer Robson's conduct

before, during,
and after the incident.

No comment yet from LAPD

on the district attorney's
announcement.

(sighs)

So the bear says,

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

(laughter)

That's a classic, sir.

You know who tells
the best version? Barrel.

-Yeah. (chuckles)
-He can go on for half an hour.

Oh, yeah, he's the master.

What's this I hear
about a retirement party?

Well, my understanding,
an intimate gathering,

-detectives only.
-Of course.

Still, shouldn't we
get him a gift?

-Acknowledge his stellar career.
-No, that's a thought.

-Don?
-Well, it's a nice gesture.

Uh, happy to chip in.

Keep me apprised.

-I will, sir.
-So...

on the same page?

You know I'm a team player.

Didn't doubt it for a minute.

Captain.

Crispy in the morgue?

Hart says he's the driver.

We pulled a print
from one of their rides.

A career car thief
named Brandon Cleek.

Who shot him?

Hart says Stones.

Yeah, he would. Believe him?

Think they both did it.

We recover any usable forensics,
we'll let you know.

-Gracias.
-De nada.

Boricua?

Cubano. ¿Y tú?

D.R., mi hermano.

-¿Qué lo qué?
-(chuckles)

Hey. How's she doing?

What?

She's gone, brother.

Gone?

Poor choice of words. She split.

Walked out of here
sometime this afternoon.

Shit.

Okay. Thanks, brother.

Fuck.

(dance music
playing inside faintly)

(dance music playing loudly)

♪ ♪

Ki sa?

Fuck.

-(phones ringing)
-(quiet chatter)

-Morning.
-VEGA: Think I got something.

From a camera across the street.

PIERCE:
Okay, so...

He's headed east.

The dumpster's just
around the next corner.

The office on the corner
has a camera in the alley.

PIERCE:
Nothing closer?

Nope.

-Can't see the driver.
-No, but wait.

Can't see anything.
Can't tell what he's doing.

I mean, what is he doing
in that alley at that hour?

Taking a piss maybe?

I think he's putting
that suitcase in that dumpster.

Ran the plate;
stolen a week ago.

You wouldn't want
to drive very far

on a phony plate with a suitcase
full of severed limbs.

First available dumpster.

Killed and cut up him-- or her--
somewhere nearby.

-We know yet?
-Waiting on the lab.

So, inside somewhere,
not in his van.

Vacant building.
Construction site.

West and south of Sunset
and, say, Gower.

Google Street View.

(chains rattling)

Ms. Rousseau.

Is it true?
Did you frame him?

No, it's not true.

I don't know whether
to believe you or not.

Thank you for coming.

(footsteps approaching)

MADDIE:
Dad.

-I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
-Don't worry about it.

-You ready?
-Yeah. Go on in, grab a seat.

Maddie.

All right, this may
all come down to you.

Be sharp, be forthright.

These people are
fucking with everything

-that's important to you.
-Ain't it the truth.

Here they come.

Come on, Spencer, where are you?

Think he'll show?

I hope so.
I sent Hector to fetch him.

What's Plan B?

You.

Okay, let's go in and do this.

Hopefully he'll be here.

Thank you, Mama.

Thank you, cheri.

(door buzzes)

Help you?

-Mama Roux?
-Yes?

You don't remember me?

-(chuckles softly)
-Jérome.

I haven't seen you
in so, so long. (sighs)

-My mother's funeral.
-Ah. Koman ou ye?

Mwen byen.

-Still a policeman? (chuckles)
-I am.

That's what brings you here?
I'm in trouble with the law?

-(both laugh)
-Not at all.

I wanted to ask you about
somebody, if you know him.

Who?

Jacques Avril.

Jacques Avril.

(handcuffs jangling)

-(quietly): Nothing yet.
-Nothing.

(door opens)

California versus Borders,

a habeas matter
and motion to vacate.

We also have
a motion to be heard

filed by Ms. Chandler,
who I see in the courtroom.

Why don't you come up,
Ms. Chandler?

Your Honor,
this motion has no merit.

It's a publicity stunt
at the expense of my client.

Ms. Chandler, I assume
you have a response to that.

I do, Your Honor.
For the record, Honey Chandler,

representing
Detective Hieronymus Bosch.

My client has become aware
of the petition

filed by Mr. Cronyn and
supported by the D.A.'s office

alleging that Detective Bosch
falsified material evidence

used to convict Mr. Borders.

Somehow, these unfounded
allegations have made their way

into the L.A. Times,

-damaging his reputation.
-Ms. Chandler,

we don't have all day;
make your argument.

CHANDLER:
Of course, Your Honor.

My client denies
the allegations.

I have filed a motion
for leave to intervene

so that he may answer them.

Ms. Chandler, both Mr. Kennedy
and Mr. Cronyn object

to your client's standing
in the matter.

Your Honor,
these allegations implicate

my client's property rights
and reputation and good name.

I believe he has standing
to intervene

and defend those rights.

Your Honor, the people
can't be held responsible

for an article in a newspaper

that my office had
nothing to do with.

Mr. Kennedy, Detective Bosch's
property rights

and his good name and reputation
is an interest

that he's entitled to protect.

I therefore grant the motion
for leave to intervene.

Ms. Chandler, you can call
your first witness.

KENNEDY:
Your Honor, this is unfair.

We're not prepared
for new witnesses.

The people request that
we carry this over 30 days

in order to seek depositions

and properly prepare
for a new hearing.

Your Honor,
I second that request.

Court calendars
being what they are,

putting this off for 30 days
might as well be 90.

Mr. Borders, are you willing
to go back to San Quentin

for another three months?

Um... yeah, I-I don't suppose
a little more time matters

if it means they get it right.

That's exactly what the court
is trying to do here,

-get it right.
-(door opens)

Your Honor, my client is
the injured party here.

His reputation has been damaged,

and delaying this 90 days
will permanently destroy it.

We object to any delay,

and would like to offer
a solution.

Go ahead, Ms. Chandler.

Clear the court, and have
the lawyers and principals

continue in camera.

I will give verbal proffers for
each witness I intend to call

and each document and video
I plan to introduce.

Very well.

I'm gonna ask
that members of the media

and all other observers
leave for 15 minutes

so that we can hear
your proffers.

Thank you, Your Honor.

(indistinct chatter)

-Keep an eye on them.
-Mm-hmm.

Condos and a multiplex, I think.

Owners are still trying
to decide.

Problems with squatters,
homeless?

MANAGER:
When it rains.

VEGA:
Smells like it.

What was it before it wasn't?

Shops on the ground floor,
apartments upstairs.

PIERCE:
How long has it been boarded up?

Six years.
I got to warn you,

these apartments can get
pretty nasty.

We've seen nasty.

Yes, I'm sure you have.

Ugh. Oh, dear.

I wonder what, uh...

(groans):
Ugh!

(flies buzzing)

♪ ♪

You need to see this.

(flies buzzing)

Ms. Chandler, why don't you
walk us through

what you plan to do with
your witnesses and documents

if your motion is granted.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The district attorney's
Conviction Integrity Unit

took on this case
based on a deathbed confession

brought to their attention
by Mr. Cronyn.

A forensic review
of the evidence found DNA

from a now-deceased
serial rapist

named Lucas John Olmer.

Ms. Chandler, any intervention
requires something new,

a change of direction.

Don't tell the court
what it already knows.

What's new is this, Your Honor.

Detective Bosch can show
how Lucas John Olmer's DNA

was planted as part
of an elaborate scheme

to defraud the D.A.'s office,
frame my client for tampering,

set Preston Borders free,

and collect
a multimillion-dollar settlement

for false conviction
and imprisonment

from the city of Los Angeles.

A scheme by whom, Ms. Chandler?

The convicted killer,
Preston Borders, in cahoots

with the law firm
of Cronyn and Cronyn.

I strenuously object,
Your Honor.

SOBEL:
Noted, Mr. Cronyn.

You're making a very serious
allegation, Ms. Chandler.

You need to put up or shut up.

I'll be putting up, Your Honor.

I have a sworn statement
from a corrections officer

who witnessed
Olmer's deathbed confession

and saw Mr. Cronyn use
an identical handkerchief

to wipe the dying man's hands,
thus procuring his DNA.

We will then show
how he arranged

to have that handkerchief
switched for the original

and placed in the case evidence
box in LAPD Property Control.

Your Honor, Mr. Cronyn could not
have come near that material.

Chain-of-evidence protocol
requires a secure

lab-to-lab transfer.

Detective Bosch will testify
to how he thinks

this scheme was carried out.

We have Property Room video
to corroborate his theory.

In addition, I would like
to call Christina Henry,

of the CIU, and your court
reporter, Rita Tedesco.

Please elaborate as to why.

Ms. Henry to testify
to her personal history

of intimacy and animus
with Detective Bosch.

I will offer a recent draft memo
which clearly indicates

her bias toward my client.

Your Honor, I would like to know
the provenance

of this purported memo
and how counsel acquired it.

SOBEL: You'll get your turn,
Mr. Kennedy.

And Ms. Tedesco?

To testify to her
matrimonial status,

which she has kept secret
from this court

in furtherance of the conspiracy

between the Cronyns
and Mr. Borders.

And what is that status?

She is married to Mr. Borders.

Rita, is this true?

Yes, Your Honor.

For how long?

Uh... uh, for 16 years.

We'll sidebar.

Continue, Ms. Chandler.

Well, finally, Your Honor,
I will provide evidence

from Terrence Spencer,
the Property Room clerk,

who became enmeshed
with the Cronyns,

and how they persuaded him
to aid them in their conspiracy.

Do you have an affidavit
from Mr. Spencer, Ms. Chandler?

Your Honor, I have
Terrence Spencer himself

here to testify.

What the fuck?

Control your client, Mr. Cronyn.

-Yes, Your Honor.
-(Borders mutters)

SOBEL:
Please continue, Ms. Chandler.

CHANDLER: He's been sequestered
at a home owned by Mrs. Cronyn.

He's here now, and he's ready
to take the stand

and explain his role
in this conspiracy.

You fucking moron!

You said this would work.

-Shut up.
-Asshole.

I'm telling 'em everything.

I'm telling 'em your whole
fucking fucked-up plan.

Your Honor, at this time,
the people wish

to withdraw their motions
in this matter.

We now oppose
the habeas petition.

SOBEL:
I'm sure you do.

But you can take your seat
for the moment.

Mr. Borders,

your petition for habeas corpus
is no longer uncontested.

Is it your desire now
to withdraw it?

Yeah, might as well.

'Cause it ain't fucking
going nowhere.

The matter before the court
is withdrawn.

Deputies, you can take
Mr. Borders back to jail.

Thanks for the road trip,
Cronyn.

Beats three days in a cage.

Sorry, babe.

-Do what you got to do.
-I won't leave you, Pres.

I promise.

Yeah, well,
we know how that goes.

-I won't hold you to it.
-Pres...

Fuck you all very much.

And fuck you, Bosch!

You planted
that fucking pendant!

I know you did.
You stole it from my backpack!

Get the fuck off me.

Your Honor, if I may,
I need to get on the record

how my client threatened me
and my wife.

Enough, Mr. Cronyn.

You, your cocounsel
and your client

came into this courtroom
with the clear intent

of manipulating the court
for financial gain,

gaining the release of
a rightfully convicted murderer,

and tarnishing the reputation
of a veteran detective.

-Your Honor...
-I find

Lance Cronyn
and Katherine Zelden Cronyn

in criminal contempt
of the court,

and order them
taken into custody forthwith.

-Y-You can't do that.
-Oh, yes, I can.

-(handcuffs clicking)
-Now, Mr. Kennedy.

-Yes, Your Honor?
-Your office

owes Detective Bosch
a big, fat, public apology.

Nothing short of full
exoneration of the allegations

published in the L.A. Times
will suffice.

Do I make myself clear,
Mr. Kennedy?

Yes, Your Honor.

We would be doing that
even if you had not ordered it.

Knowing what I know about
politics and the justice system,

I find that highly unlikely.

Detective Bosch.

Yes, Your Honor?

I would like to apologize
on behalf of the court.

I wish you
the best of luck, sir.

And you're welcome
in my courtroom anytime.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Give you a lift?

I got to grab my stuff.

I'll wait.
Meet you downstairs?

Okay.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

-Love you.
-You, too.

Whew.

-"Cahoots."
-(chuckles)

My Clarence Darrow moment.

Too folksy?

-Borderline.
-(chuckles)

You didn't even need me.

I would have if we'd
gone back to open court.

Spencer's lawyer just told me

he was only here
to take the Fifth.

Holy shit.

Holy shit indeed.

We should celebrate.
Dinner sometime soon?

I'd like that. I'm buying.

Then I'm choosing where.

Thank you.

I'll call you.

You must be feeling good.

(exhales) I am.

I know what you did.

What?

Read the memo
that was on my desk.

Tom...

Then you sent it
to your father's lawyer.

What are you gonna do about it?

I don't know yet.

Thanks for not lying to me,
at least.

(sighs)

(elevator bell dings)

-HENRY: Here to rub it in?
-No, here to collect my kid.

You did it.

-I know you did it.
-Look.

You took your best shot,
you came up short.

-Move on.
-I'm not done with this.

-I heard what Borders said.
-Then you heard him confess.

By the way,
you give bullshit a bad name.

-I didn't stunt your career.
-The fuck you didn't.

You weren't good enough.

The department didn't need me
to tell them that.

You campaigned against me,
you bastard.

Come on, Christina.
He's not worth it.

I'm watching you, Bosch.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-(elevator bell dings)

(elevator doors close)

Sorry you had to see that.

What's her problem?

Guess she just felt like
she had to piss on my parade.

Know the feeling.

What?

Let's just go home.

-Where's Ida?
-Oh, I let her go early.

-You ready?
-Just about.

When exactly do you think you're
gonna have time for those?

After dinner.

I don't think so.

Well, then.

Jen Kowski called me today.

What'd she say?

Just taking my temperature.

What'd you tell her?

I told her
I'm seriously considering it.

-Seriously?
-Seriously.

Mr. Mayor.

(dog collar jangles)

(panting, whining)

(chuckles):
Hey.

Hey.

-Thanks.
-As requested.

Appreciate it.

-Come here.
-What's his name?

I don't know yet.

-Maybe I'll call him Hovan.
-(laughs)

You want a beer, man?

Still on the clock.

I hear congratulations
are in order.

I dodged a bullet.

Any word on Walsh?

We think he's left the country.

Mexico.

Thought he was persona non grata
south of the border.

Linked up with the Zetas.
Fentanyl.

Yeah, always another cartel.
And another drug.

Hold back the night.

Somebody's got to.

Hey.

-Thanks again.
-My pleasure.

-Adios.
-Adios.

(whispers):
Hey.

(brakes squeal softly)

(musical chiming)

(door unlocks)

Mr. Avril, Detective Edgar.

LAPD.

I know who you are.

There are not so many of us.

I saw you at the Little Jewel
the other day, did I not?

You were leaving
as I was coming in.

We have mutual friends.

Marcos and Arias.

You should have joined us,
last night at the club.

My people saw you there.

I didn't want to intrude.

Next time.

Would you like to come in?

-Another time.
-Ah.

I look forward
to getting to know you.

-One question.
-Yes?

-Are you who I think you are?
-And who is that?

Jacques Avril, secret police.

The Butcher of Pétion-Ville...

who murdered
my mother's brother.

What was his name?
Your uncle.

Antoine Hector.

Hmm.

Wasn't me.

That was my father.

(lock clicks)

Oh, an hour. Less.

Hmm. We'll order.

No, you choose.
I don't care.

Yeah, be home soon.
See you then.

(sniffles)

(clears throat)

Buy you a drink?

I already have one.

-Martini, please.
-Gin preference?

Uh, Hendrick's.

Paying for her, too?

You're kidding.

(chuckles) Sure.

I needed to look him in the eye.

-Can't you arrest him?
-For what?

He hasn't done anything here.

-How long's he been here?
-Since 2010.

-Since the earthquake.
-(refrigerator opens)

Doing well. Really well.

Living openly
under his own name.

It's freaking people out.

(bottle opens)

I mean, he has
so much blood on his hands.

(exhales)

What did Gary have to do
with these people?

-Why'd they kill my son?
-I don't know yet.

If you could get Jonas
to I.D. the Jamaicans,

you could squeeze them.

Maybe they'd give up
Marcos and Arias.

But he won't.
He doesn't trust us.

This is bad, Jerry.

Dirty cops.

-Be careful.
-I know it.

I could help you.

Hey.

He looks like he's adjusting.

Yeah.

He's a good boy.

Had to keep him away
from the raccoons, though.

He's kind of scrappy.

-What are you gonna call him?
-I don't know.

Maybe Scrappy.

-Very creative.
-Pooch.

Cochise.

I don't know. Biscuit?

Biscuit?

Help me out here.

I'll sleep on it.

Listen.

I wanted to tell you.

I'm going back to school early.

Like, tomorrow.

Why?

Need to get ready
for the fall semester.

You give notice?

-I just sent the email.
-So early?

Come on, talk to me.

What's going on?

-Boyfriend trouble?
-No.

'Cause I noticed
a little tension there.

It's not him.

It's you.

Me?

What'd I do?

Nothing.

You're just you.

And I need some time
away from you.

Sound like your mother.

I'm sure I do.

Still pissed about
the undercover caper.

Can we talk about this later?

I'm beat.

At least stay
until her birthday.

Catalina?

Maybe next year.

(dog grunts softly)

(phone ringing)

-Chief.
-Bad time?

Long day.

Well, I just wanted
to say congratulations.

Thanks.

I trust this puts
this matter to rest.

Not quite.

I'm sorry?

Loose end I need to tie up.

Have a good evening.

♪ ♪