-(metal detector beeps) -Sir.
Sir, step over to me please.
(quiet chatter)
(handheld metal detector trilling)
(elevator bell dings)
(quiet chatter)
Yeah, right there on the belt.
Your boss says Chandler's chances
of getting the tape tossed are slim to none.
I'd say closer to none, but it's the judge's call.
If she succeeds?
We've got the wiretaps, spy cam footage.
We'll be fine.
Hey, Mads. I thought you weren't coming.
Changed my mind.
I want to see Chandler in action.
(talking quietly)
What's she doing here?
Let's find out.
Thought you didn't believe in our legal system.
That woman and her FBI lover boy...
they got my husband killed.
Make me a believer, Detective.
Put her away.
You want to check it?
I do.
Should go ahead and take one.
Help you see through all the bullshit lies
and happy talk.
DEPUTY: Remain seated and come to order.
Department 107 is now in session.
The Honorable Donna Sobel presiding.
Show's starting, Detective.
Better go sit with the other sheep.
Create any sort of disturbance in here, you're going to jail.
SOBEL: We're on the record in People v. Alicia Kent.
Everything okay?
Yeah, it's fine.
Before the court is a motion to exclude a digital recording
recovered from the belongings of
deceased FBI agent Clifford Maxwell.
Ms. Chandler, do you wish to be heard?
Thank you, Your Honor.
The recording was made surreptitiously,
unbeknownst to my client.
California law is clear.
Both parties must consent to the recording of a conversation.
And the law enforcement exception?
Doesn't apply.
The recording was not made
in the course of an active investigation.
Ms. Blair?
Your Honor, the legislature did not intend to protect
the confidentiality of conversations
about conspiracy to commit murder.
The law is clear: conspiracy supersedes consent.
I'll take the matter under advisement.
Anything else from counsel?
Uh, Your Honor, I have a new motion
to exclude the wiretaps that were made in this case.
With respect to the court, it is the defense's position
that the warrant did not meet
the threshold of probable cause.
Are you saying that the court was in error
when it approved the wiretap?
CHANDLER: I'm saying the court was misled
about the evidence in support of the wiretap
by the lead investigator, Detective Harry Bosch.
(quietly): Told her everything we had.
She signed off on it.
Do the People wish to respond?
Your Honor, the People need an opportunity
to review the defense motion, and will answer... accordingly.
SOBEL: Let's set a future hearing date for argument on this issue.
This proceeding is adjourned.
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♪ 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 ♪
♪ Got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
-♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪ -♪ Can't let go, can't let go ♪
♪ Can't let go ♪
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♪ Like me. ♪
Recovered most of the videos,
and I put all the recovered files on this bad boy.
That's great work, Klein.
You look at any of this?
Yeah, I watched a couple.
You think one of those johns is your killer?
Wouldn't surprise me.
Bunch of sad sack losers and creeps,
but killer, I don't know.
That's the thing about killers.
You don't know. Could be anyone.
-Thanks. -Yeah, sure.
Lisa Hammond's been undercover last two weeks.
Two weeks on the bricks.
-God bless her. -Mm. Better her than us.
She's identified our dealer. Drives a blue Impala.
Re-ups most mornings around 10:00.
As soon as he shows, we drop the hammer and take him down.
You don't need us for that.
No. Shepherd and Morgan will assist with the arrest.
-Copy, Sarge. -BARREL: Good.
My takedown days are behind me.
-Bum knee. -Right.
BILLETS: Without a regular dealer,
we're hoping that the residents of the camp will disperse.
The goal here is to get these folks into a better situation.
EDGEWOOD: And caseworkers will be on site
to help place them in shelters and temp housing.
Should they so desire.
That's right. Can't force 'em.
They're just gonna move around the corner.
Find a new dealer.
CRATE: Or, more likely, a new dealer
-will find them. -We're sweeping up sand on the beach.
It's a process.
Mm-hmm.
-(quiet chatter) -(phone ringing in distance)
EDGAR: These videos have audio?
You want to listen?
Not really.
(sighs)
14 years old.
That's what he's paying for.
(taps keyboard)
Mitchell Lewan.
How many more of these do you have to watch?
Too many.
-(whistling a tune) -(horn honks in distance)
Got something for me?
(woman coughing nearby)
How you doing?
I'm sick.
Sick as a motherfucker. I need to get well.
Now.
Re-up on the way.
What'd I tell you?
You just hang on, chicky.
We'll get you fixed up in a flash.
(Teller and dealer chattering)
Yes, sir.
It's all right.
(tires screeching)
OFFICER: Stay in the car!
Put your hands up!
(siren whoops)
Stay down.
-Give me your hand. -(grunting)
Fuck you, bitch!
I got you.
Watch your mouth!
And your head.
Got you a fan, Hammond.
What you gonna do? I'm irresistible.
Yeah, you're right.
MADDIE: There are so many pretrial hearings.
I had no idea.
I know it feels like nothing's happening,
but every court date brings us that much closer to trial.
Do you really believe Alicia Kent is innocent?
It doesn't matter what I believe.
She pled not guilty.
She maintains her innocence.
I don't know for a fact she's not.
Everyone deserves presumption of innocence and a fair trial.
Of course.
Speaking of fair, the county settled with Dante Crow.
$6.5 million.
I read it in the paper. Congratulations.
Ah, credit where credit's due.
You're the one who brought the case to my attention.
You told me where to look.
Not everyone would have spotted what was missing.
Come work for me again.
Next summer?
I'll think about it.
So glad I ran into you. Take care, Maddie.
Hi. This is Lieutenant Grace Billets, Hollywood Station.
I just received notice of a complaint against me.
Can you tell me who filed it?
Well, what can you tell me?
I'll make myself available.
What the fuck?
"You have been identified as a witness."
I got one, too.
Misconduct.
Oh, shit.
-This is about Billets. -You filed a complaint?
(scoffs) Of course not.
Talked to Captain Cooper about it weeks ago,
told him it was nothing.
Maybe Cooper filed one for you.
(scoffs) Can he do that? File on my behalf?
He's the captain.
Did you file a complaint?
No.
Not exactly.
You talked to Cooper.
(scoffs) I told you to stay out of it.
I told you I had no choice.
(chuckles)
I need to talk to Billets.
You can't. Protocol.
(sighs) Fuck protocol.
(knock on door)
You have a minute, Lieutenant?
Sure. Come in.
What's up?
Did you get an e-mail from I.A. this morning?
As a matter of fact, I did.
I just want you to know it wasn't me.
I didn't file the complaint.
Oh. Uh, that begs a couple of questions.
Like, "Why would you?" and-and, "What for?"
-D-Do you know who did? -I don't.
I-I told him I had no intention of lodging a formal complaint.
Him?
Captain Cooper.
All right, so wh-what was your informal complaint?
You're a warm person. You care about your people.
I do. I try.
Sometimes I think you have boundary issues.
Respectfully.
Your style's a little touchy-feely for me.
I never intended to make you uncomfortable.
I know. (sighs)
I was venting to my partner.
(sighs)
So Pierce reported it to Cooper.
(sighs) And I'm pissed about that.
No. He had to.
(sighs)
This could damage us both.
I've been down this road before, you may have heard.
I don't pay attention to gossip.
-So you have heard. -Yes, ma'am.
Was that part of what made you uncomfortable?
No. Not really, no.
You should've come to me first.
(sighs)
I thought I'd put an end to it.
Cooper assured me.
Yeah.
Now you know what that's worth.
(sighs)
Wow.
Harry, check this out.
Yeah?
Our man Lewan.
Couple of domestic abuse calls.
Split with his wife nine months before Daisy was murdered.
Put him on the short list.
-Just sent you the links. -(phone vibrates)
Thanks, brother.
-Heading out? -Dinner with Bennett.
You've been seeing her now, what, three, four months?
Something like that.
Think it's time to start calling her by her first name?
I don't want to get too serious too soon.
She call you "Edgar"?
She calls me "Jed."
You know?
"J" plus "Ed..." grr.
It's cute.
-You even know her first name? -Fuck off.
Tell her I say hi.
Not a chance.
It's Joan, by the way.
Kiss my ass.
(typing)
-(glasses clink) -(music playing faintly in distance)
(both chuckle softly)
To new friends.
Salud.
-Santé. -(both chuckle)
Mm. Mm.
Thank you.
Tomorrow, you gonna be there?
That would be unnecessary.
Of course.
Remi will take good care of you.
Mm-hmm. To new friends.
(gentle jazz music playing quietly)
-Is this, uh... -Fettuccini Alfredo.
I'm impressed.
I made the pasta noodles myself.
I'm very impressed.
-It's-it's easy as making it from the box. -Yeah.
-That can't be true. -Eyes on the food.
Dad, there's nothing to see over there.
What am I gonna do when you go back to school?
-Learn to cook? -Fat chance.
I ran into Honey Chandler today.
She wants me back next summer.
That what you want?
I'm not sure what I want.
Second thoughts about the law?
About everything.
You'll figure it out.
Hope so.
Hey, Mads, you will.
Did you go through this when you were my age?
No.
I knew what I had to do.
I wish I did.
It's different, Mads.
You have choices.
I didn't.
Thanks.
Backseat Butcher?
Take a look at this. One of their holdbacks.
Butcher left one of these at every one of his scenes.
Creep signed his kills.
Daisy's killer used the same signature.
-EDGAR: Written in blood? -BOSCH: The victim's.
Thought Charles vetted everyone on the inside.
He vetted everyone on his task force,
but look at the chrono.
"2315, Roger Dillon,
"Postmortem Biocleaners arrives at the scene.
Advised to stand by."
"2345, crime scene is shut down."
Next one's at midnight.
EDGAR: "Lieutenant Charles opens crime scene.
Allows Roger Dillon in."
Crime scene cleaner.
He would've seen everything.
And since he wasn't on the task force...
He wouldn't have been polygraphed.
(knock on door)
-Captain. -Grace. Come in.
(sighs)
You're aware that, um,
there's an internal complaint filed against me?
Conduct unbecoming.
I.A.'s thorough and fair.
Well, that's not been my experience.
If you're not at fault, you'll be cleared.
Also not my experience.
Look, I know that you filed the complaint.
On Detective Vega's behalf.
Yeah, but she told me that she told you
that she had no issues with me,
that-that she had no intention of filing a complaint.
It can be difficult to file a report
against a superior officer for fear of retribution.
-I followed department policy. -Yeah, but nothing happened.
It's baseless.
It was a misunderstanding.
I apologized to Detective Vega
for inadvertently making her feel uncomfortable.
A good first step.
You can put this to rest.
Let I.A. do its job.
You don't like me, do you?
Why wouldn't I like you?
Is there something I should know?
Not that I know of, sir.
Do you have a problem with me?
Not everything is personal, Grace.
I acted according to my duties as captain
and to the policies and procedures
of the Los Angeles Police Department.
This is bullshit.
(door opens)
COOKE: This is a conversation
we have with all the candidates before making our endorsements.
We want to hear your views and ideas
on issues facing the next mayor.
Well, I appreciate the invitation,
and I hope to win your support.
I'll start.
One of the biggest challenges facing the next mayor
is the long-standing
and seemingly intractable homeless crisis,
-the third rail of L.A. politics. -Mm.
Well, individuals and families
are struggling with poverty, unemployment,
lack of affordable housing,
uh, various mental and physical health issues,
lack of health insurance,
while affected neighborhoods and communities
suffer from an increase in drug use and crime.
What do you propose to do about it?
Deal with it across the board.
Devote real resources.
And with that in mind,
I'd like to formally announce today
a new LAPD initiative: Operation Safe Sidewalks.
Our goal is to confront the homeless problem
with compassionate law enforcement.
Empathy.
People think this is a hopeless situation.
Incurable.
I don't.
I want the announcement front page, above the fold.
I'll put in a call to Cooke, make sure.
-This is not about the campaign. -I know.
-It's about the city. -Loud and clear.
Take Ms. Kowski where she wants to go.
I thought it went well.
So did I.
I'll call you.
Chief Irving.
Mr. Anderson.
Got a minute?
Just one.
I got a audio recording from 1996
that could have serious political repercussions for you.
An audio tape from 1996?
Beto Frank.
And what does it have to do with me?
You're on it.
You, Frank, Ryan Rodgers.
Detective Rodgers kept a copy of the interview.
Don't ask me why.
His daughter contacted me.
She wants the Times to do a story, investigate.
Seems she's got an ax to grind.
Now, I haven't taken it to my editor just yet.
What do you want?
You're gonna need a press secretary.
I'm not mayor yet.
Oh, I happen to think you're gonna make a great mayor.
I'd hate to see this derail your candidacy.
Would you like to listen to it? I have a copy.
You can ascertain its authenticity.
No need.
Do we have an understanding?
We do.
Terrific.
Give the tape to your editor.
Detective Pierce. How's it going?
All right, sir.
Um... Captain,
what I told you about my partner, about L.T....
I've been meaning to thank you for bringing that situation
to my attention.
Now more than ever, we must endeavor to create
a safe working environment for everybody.
Sir...
I value your sense of integrity, Detective.
You take your responsibilities seriously.
I try to, sir.
Someone with your talent and ambition
could be on the fast track, Pierce.
Uh, thank you, sir.
When you speak to I.A.,
stick to the story you told me.
Fucking kids, playing with fire.
We looked at all the johns.
Any of 'em good for it?
Roger Dillon.
Crime scene cleaner.
Cleaner?
Interesting.
-His prints in the system? -Had a prior DUI.
I put in a request to run 'em against
the partial you lifted.
Ring a bell?
Most of the time, they go in after we're gone.
He work one of my scenes?
Jenna Williams.
Echo Park.
Right.
He would have seen the Butcher's signature.
I think you got your copycat.
I think so, too.
(engine idling)
(camera beeping, clicking)
-(quiet chatter) -(phone ringing in distance)
How can I help you?
I'm looking to volunteer.
Huh. Are you familiar with our work?
Some. I have family in Haiti.
-Mainly in Port-au-Prince. -Ah.
I have cousins in Port-au-Prince.
What is your family name? Maybe I know them.
Mr. Wise.
(chuckles) You're following me.
(Avril chuckles)
A retired detective with time on his hands.
Lurking in the shadows with his little camera.
Hmm.
What do you want?
I want the names of the men who killed my son.
(laughs)
How... would I know that?
A witness saw two men running from the scene.
Jamaicans.
I think you know who they are.
Are you threatening me?
I need their names.
Call the police.
-You know who killed my son. -(dial tone hums)
(phone dialing)
(line ringing)
I'd like you to leave.
OPERATOR (over phone): What's your emergency?
Now.
We have a trespasser.
Is he inside the building?
Fuck you.
Sir, are you there?
Is everything all right?
Sir?
(hangs up phone)
(knock on door)
-(door opens) -Hey.
I'm, uh, heading out. Unless you need anything.
See you tomorrow.
You all right, L.T.?
Eh, I'm just tired.
Cooper?
(sighs)
What is his beef with you?
When he got caught juking the stats...
Got his hand slapped pretty good.
Anonymous tip, as I remember.
He blames me.
Ah.
Can I buy you a drink?
I might need a couple.
(chuckles)
-(gentle piano music playing) -(indistinct chatter)
CHANDLER: Always... always getting in his way.
THACKER: Keeping-- Yeah, of course. Keeping you on your toes.
-Chief Irving. -Soon to be "His Honor."
Heard you had a big announcement in the works.
A new LAPD initiative to combat homelessness.
Hmm.
Your opponents will say it's a cynical political ploy.
Why now?
The homeless crisis in L.A. has been with us for decades.
Since long before the Great Recession.
It's a good policy. And good policing.
Good policing.
-That would be a change. -(chuckles)
I see you've met Ray Thacker.
Oh, Honey and I go way back.
So, how we doing this evening?
Lots of big, juicy checks,
and everyone wants a selfie with the chief.
Your better half has the hang of it.
No one said this was gonna be easy.
There's a reason they call it "working the room."
Work the room.
Working it.
When this is over, let's take a long vacation.
When this is over,
you'll be too busy running a city.
-And changing diapers. -(chuckles)
No comment.
-Jen looked happy. -(sighs)
Well, she's expecting a bump in the polls
once the Times runs the announcement.
That makes sense.
It's real, it's tangible, not just an empty promise.
I hope that's so.
Why wouldn't it be?
(engine turns off)
You locked and loaded?
Stuffed to the gills. $500,000.
We'll coordinate our surveillance with your DEA team.
-Copy that. -CONNIFF: When Toussaint takes possession
of the cash, we'll follow him.
Hopefully to Avril.
My agents will make the arrest.
For money laundering.
We want to interview him ourselves.
For murder.
You have my word.
EDGAR: Place looks abandoned.
Nah, says it's a working shop.
Opens at 7:00. 57 Yelp reviews.
You read them?
"It's a good place to launder money. Five stars."
Clean your cash and get your radiator replaced
at the same time.
Yeah. Two birds, one stone.
That's what I'm saying, Brad.
-Mm-hmm. -(both chuckle)
7:09.
(scoffs) This dipshit's gonna make us wait.
Oh, well, I'll... give it two stars.
(doorbell chimes)
Detective Bosch.
Didn't actually think you were gonna bring that back.
You get anything off it?
You got a minute?
Yeah. We talk out here?
-My daughter's just getting ready for school. -Sure.
Ever see this guy?
I don't know. Is he one of our clients?
Yeah.
Long time ago.
You got any old photos of yourself from that time?
-Yeah, I can probably dig one up. -Text it to me.
-When? -Now.
Will do.
What the fuck's taking him so long?
(Bennett sighs)
Let me check with DEA.
Maybe they're seeing something we can't.
This is Bennett.
You guys seeing any signs of life?
AGENT: Nope. Nary a one.
Copy. Thanks.
You heard him. Nary a one.
Who's he calling?
(ringtone playing)
Hovan. You're on speaker.
HOVAN: How long we gonna wait?
It's after 9:00.
You heard from Toussaint?
Nothing.
What do you think happened?
I don't know, man.
I don't know.
I think we're burned.
Maybe they're watching us as we speak.
Let's pack it in.
Take it back to the barn.
-(line rings) -WOMAN: Postmortem Biocleaners.
Yeah, this is Detective Bosch, LAPD, badge number 2997.
Looking for Roger Dillon. He around?
I can take a message, have him call you back.
-You handle scheduling? -Sure do.
-Where is he right now? -He's out on a job,
probably for another couple hours or so.
-Give me that address, please. -Sure thing.
(ringtone playing)
Hello?
AVRIL: Bonjou, Detective.
Bon maten.
Monsieur Avril?
I have a little bit of a problem.
I was hoping you might be able to help me.
(vacuum whirring loudly)
(birds chirping)
(dog barking in distance)
Mr. Dillon. Detective Bosch.
Ah. Morning, Detective.
Was hoping maybe you could help me out,
answer a couple of questions.
-Nothing serious. -Yeah, anything I can do to help.
I so appreciate what you guys do. More than most folks.
No need to blow smoke up my ass.
You already got the contract with the city, right?
(chuckles): Absolutely. Sorry.
So, uh, you have questions?
Ever seen this kid before?
Don't think so. Uh, what's his deal?
He's a con artist.
Hmm. No.
Uh, drawing a blank. Sorry.
Found your name and number on his computer.
Hmm. That's weird.
Should I be worried?
We thought you might be one of his victims.
Yeah, not-not that I know of.
Um... sorry I couldn't be more help.
One last look.
Yeah, I don't, I don't recognize him.
Thanks for your time.
Yeah.
(engine turns off)
Come in, Detective Edgar.
Will you take a café?
No, thank you. Why am I here?
Sit, please.
(chuckles)
I was recently approached by a drug dealer.
Something of a kingpin.
A Dominican fellow.
Thought I might be interested in a business opportunity.
To deal drugs?
(scoffs)
To use my charity to launder his l'argent.
Clean his filthy cash.
Hmm. So what did you say to him?
What could I say?
No, of course.
So what am I doing here?
I am an honest citizen.
It is my duty to report this man to the law.
You have a name?
Felix Mariama.
I'll look into it.
Merci. Oh, one more thing.
I know the names of the men who killed your two detectives.
I'm listening.
John Winston and Robert Marvel.
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(engines start in distance)
-(quiet chatter) -(glasses clinking)
(clears throat)
Vodka, please.
(sighs softly)
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