[dogs barking in distance]
[panting]
[horn honks in distance]
Oh, shit!
Know what they do to kid killers in the county?
Nobody was supposed to get hurt.
I didn't hear you.
No one was supposed to get hurt.
You burn down a building, and no one's supposed to get hurt?
How's that work?
We were just sending a message.
A message.
[speaking Spanish]
From who? Don't dance with me, ese.
La Mayorista.
You take orders from a woman?
Fuck you, cabrón.
She tell you to burn that building?
No.
Hell no. She didn't tell us nothing.
Who did?
You just did it on your own?
I don't believe that.
Hey.
Who told you to burn that building?
- Huh? Your boy Trey Trey? - It's...
Peña?
This some Las Palmas bullshit?
You just do anything they say? Huh?
You their bitch?
Nah.
They cut you loose, ese.
You're on your own.
Women and children, ese.
Women and children.
You live with that?
♪ ♪
- ♪ I got a feeling that I 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 ♪ - ♪ 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 ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Like me ♪
Couldn't get him to go there.
He wanted to, but...
- Scared shitless of eMe. - I would be.
Trejo won't talk, and Alvarez won't give him up.
Doesn't matter.
We can tie them both to the car.
Thanks.
[door closes]
eMe must be wondering how stand-up Alvarez is.
Alvarez probably wondering the same thing.
Somebody gave them marching orders.
Peña probably.
La Mayorista may be in on it,
but these guys don't work for her.
Yeah, where can we find her?
Got a tip this morning.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
[car alarm chirps]
[engine revving in distance]
- [tires screech] - [car alarm chirps]
Warrant to search your premises.
Warrant for what? I'm just visiting a friend.
- You can let us in... - Or we can
hook you up in front of the whole neighborhood,
break the door down. Your call.
Good choice.
Sons of bitches.
Need to check your purse.
It's legal.
Anybody inside?
Keep an eye on her.
Some charmer, your partner.
Don't talk.
[phone chimes, vibrates]
[sighs]
[Hunter] Clear.
[Morgan] Clear.
Clear.
[camera clicking]
I took befores. You guys start in here.
[camera clicking]
[drawer closes]
[drawer opens]
[quiet chatter]
[Bosch] Hey. Break it up.
Señora, go home.
Go on. Go on home.
Vamos.
You on duty or what?
Texting LaTonya about kid pickup.
School stuff, sorry.
That one's not mine.
[Bosch] So what do you think they were talking about?
La Mayorista and her neighbor.
Got a guess?
I don't know.
Keeping their stories straight?
Issuing orders?
Wild guess: calling a lawyer?
It was in Spanish.
No shit.
Get your fucking head in the game.
[car door slams]
- [quiet chatter] - [phones ringing]
[Bosch] Vega. Let's do this.
Bosch asked me to sit in.
[Bosch] Woman-to-woman.
She speaks Spanish.
More or less.
Smart.
Jerry, why don't you sit this one out.
[sighs]
Tell me about him.
- I can't. - Why not?
I don't know this person.
- Pedro Alvarez. - No. Sorry.
He says the fire was your idea.
You wanted to send a message.
About what? To whom?
A warning.
To the manager.
To back off, let you sell your drugs.
I don't sell drugs. I sell real estate.
Whose cocaine we confiscate this morning?
- Not mine. - Your apartment.
Not mine either.
No? Then whose?
A friend. I house-sit, feed the cat.
I didn't see a cat there.
I know. I'm worried sick.
Your friend's name?
Maria Sanchez.
That's like saying Jane Smith.
You're wasting my time.
You want to take the weight for five murders?
I'm sorry, I don't understand
a word you're saying. Speak English.
Be smart. You can make a deal.
Why would I have to make a deal? I don't know anything.
Best chance you're gonna get.
I was stupid enough to believe that,
I'd still be stuck in the barrio.
[knocking on door]
[door opens]
Her lawyer's here.
Nice try.
Let's see how funny you think it is when you're sitting in jail.
[woman] No, no, no.
I want her released immediately.
We have enough PC to hold her for the weekend.
She can sit and reflect on her sins for a couple of days.
My regards to eMe.
Clock's ticking.
[quietly] Fuck me.
Rustic splendor.
Is, uh, this what they call a Craftsman?
Charming canyon cottage.
Perfect for the white-collar felon trying to avoid
a media feeding frenzy while his lawyer does her level best
to keep his ass out of jail.
Alleged. Alleged felon.
Whose side are you on?
Yours. What about you?
[scoffs] Tough crowd.
Well, that's why you hired me.
Yeah, I'm having second thoughts.
You know what? I-I think I just...
I'll stay in Bel Air. I can deal with the media.
It's not just the media I'm protecting you from, Vincent.
The government's not happy
the judge gave you a bargain-basement bail.
[scoffs] Excuse me? A million and a half?
And the first wave of media about your case
created a second wave of victims.
They're coming out of the woodwork.
So what? It's all one case, right?
It is, but more victims means more charges,
and they can arrest you again.
And the prosecutor will say to the judge, "Your Honor,
the more charges, the more likely the defendant will flee.
This time we're asking for no bail."
They can fucking do that?
They're the government.
They can do anything they want.
But if they want to arrest you,
they have to find you first.
So what do you want me to do?
I want you to stay put and lay low.
No wife, no visitors, no Grubhub,
not so much as a Domino's pizza.
If you need anything, you call me on this burner...
- Okay. - ...we'll bring it to you.
[chuckles] Wow.
You're shitting me.
You'll get it back the next time I see you.
I give you my word.
You don't trust me?
I'm delivering you from temptation.
[sighs]
Now I do, trust you.
Swell. Well, makes me feel all warm and gooey.
It's what I live for.
All right, well, the kitchen is stocked, so is the bar.
Make yourself at home and don't leave.
Can you do that?
Yes. Standing on my head.
Good. I'll be in touch.
How'd it go?
- Didn't. - What happened?
We were just getting started. Her lawyer showed.
You can't put that on me.
So how do you think her lawyer knew where to find her?
You're making a big deal out of nothing.
She would've lawyered up sooner or later.
Later would've been better. You fucked up, own it.
Like you never make a mistake.
Saint Harry.
I'm tired of carrying your ass, man.
- Everything okay out here? - Yes, sir.
- No problem. - [phone ringing and buzzing]
Excuse me, Captain, I need to take this call.
Go ahead.
Thank you.
- Hey. - [Maddie] Bad time?
- What's up? - Really bad time.
- Um, sorry, I'll call back. - Go ahead.
I was just wondering if it was okay to ask Antonio
over for dinner tonight, um, but if it isn't...
- It's fine. - Are you sure?
Take yes for an answer.
I'll carry the conversation. Promise.
Counting on it.
[phone clatters]
The fire was a warning. Got out of hand.
Mother of God. A warning from who?
According to one of the firebombers, La Mayorista.
The drug dealer.
Detectives are questioning her now.
You understand how much the community wants closure.
Sooner rather than later.
It takes what it takes.
You have my full support.
I appreciate that.
You had lunch with Francis Alexander the other day.
He's an old friend.
I understand he's stepping down.
Really? He didn't mention that to me.
Madam Mayor.
Chief.
[door opens]
[knocking on door]
- [Chandler] It's open. - You wanted to see me?
Yeah, since Miller's out today, please confirm my meeting
with Burton DeVore at the SEC this afternoon.
- The Franzen case? - Oh, a-and call Miller
and ask him where we are on Brandschaft.
He finished the motion.
Um, I checked the citations this morning,
I filed it on my way in.
Now you're just showing off.
[chuckles] Go on, scat.
[door closes]
You tell me.
Well, the lettering,
the shoe polish, the elegant vocabulary...
- Mm. - [exhales]
Smells like a copper to me.
I'll keep my ears open. I'll ask around.
All right, thanks. Appreciate it.
No names. Keep it on the down-low.
I filed a vandalism report with West Bureau
- and a 128 with I.A. - Oh, boy. [chuckles]
Fasten your seat belts.
- Mistake? - Well, it does launch
the proverbial merde into the perpetually spinning blades
of the mythic fan.
- I had no choice. - What's done is done.
It's just... [sighs]
L.T., filing a formal complaint?
Boy, that is a fucking pillowcase full of snakes,
in my opinion.
I...
I could be wrong.
Your client is being prosecuted under a fraud statute
-by the U. -S Attorney for the Central District of California.
Shouldn't you be talking to that office?
I have a proposition.
If you're asking me to intercede with the U.S. attorney's office
- on your behalf... - No, no. Not at all.
I'm not here to deny or defend or minimize in any way
my client's malfeasance.
Don't see how you could.
A pyramid of phony gold bullion
made out of balsa wood and spray paint?
Well, you have to admire his chutzpah.
Off the record? Yeah. [laughs softly]
So, Nu?
If my client could hand you, the SEC,
an insider trading scheme worth, say, $2 billion...
- Is this your client's scheme? - Not involved.
Much bigger fish. But he has firsthand knowledge.
Names and numbers?
Voluminous documentation.
Would that pique your interest?
Consider it piqued.
And in return?
You and I work something out with the U.S. attorney.
So you do want me to intercede.
No jail time.
[scoffs]
Your client's not the only one with chutzpah.
[clicking mouse]
[phone chimes, buzzes]
[Lopez] [over TV] I'm here today
because the Little Tamale Girl is my daughter.
She's everyone's daughter.
Sonia Hernandez and her mother and all of the other victims
and survivors deserve dignity and respect.
Most of all, they deserve answers.
And I promise all of the people of Los Angeles,
you will get answers.
Chief Irving, we can, we must do better.
It's no longer business as usual.
It's time for a change.
[reporters clamoring]
[scoffs]
- [Pierce] Lieutenant. - Yes.
[whispers] Hey. Uh...
Spit it out, Rondell.
With the end of Hollywood Homicide on the horizon,
how many detectives from our unit
will be transferred to West Bureau Homicide?
- Realistically. - Uh, two for sure, maybe three.
- So one, maybe. - How do you figure?
Come on, L.T. Bosch and J. Edgar are a lock.
Uh, that leaves one, maybe.
Well, not necessarily. Hey, Juan.
[Pierce] Bosch is a living legend.
He may want to go to RHD.
- And J. Edgar? - Right now nobody is a lock.
Will you recommend me?
I will give Captain O'Brian at West Bureau
my honest appraisal. It's his call.
But yes, you are a viable candidate.
- You and Vega both. - Vega.
[Billets] Yeah. Hey, pro tip?
Start studying now. The orals are a bitch.
Jesus, Grace, a 128?
If you think it's my guys, why didn't you just come to me?
Why file a fucking incident report with I.A.
and start an internal investigation?
I never said it was one of yours.
Well, that's the grapevine.
It's absolutely not true, Don.
Besides, it's not our problem now.
[laughs] Thanks to you.
Yeah. Let's just let I.A. do their thing.
Great.
[line ringing]
[clears throat]
Mr. Browne.
[Browne] Uh-oh. I know that voice.
Nothing but trouble.
Just a call to see if you might be interested
in a special assignment.
[Browne] You know I'm not the spry young buck I was
back in the day.
Then this is just the right gig for your demographic.
Help you catch up on your rest.
[Browne] This is highly suspicious.
I'd consider it a personal favor.
[Browne] Extremely suspicious.
Are you interested?
Maddie. Since Miller's down for the count,
can you run the video camera?
Yeah, I'm sure I can figure it out.
Okay, we're gonna put Franzen on tape, tell his story.
I'll go over it with him, shore up the details,
critique his delivery, get rid of any contradictions.
Accentuate the positive.
Eliminate the negative. You up for it?
Sure.
Good.
[sighs]
[Edgar grunts]
Oh, ye of little faith.
What's the matter?
- Where are the boys? - At the movie.
What?
Benny offered to take them,
and I didn't know if you were gonna show up,
and I didn't want them to be disappointed again.
- LaTonya. - What?
What, Jerry?
You got to give me a chance here.
Why?
Let them know I came by.
[Valens] Tell you the hardest thing for me--
for everyone--
when we lose a kid.
Not to be glib, but...
comes with the job, doesn't it?
It does.
It's what you signed up for.
Like joining the military.
Or the police.
Ever get any easier?
No, never does.
Gets harder every year.
Yeah.
The Little Tamale Girl.
What do you know about her?
Sonia Hernandez.
Born in Los Angeles.
American citizen.
Only child of Mexican immigrant parents.
Mother a maid.
Father a day laborer.
He got deported last year.
Lost his green card after a DUI.
Sonia spoke to her father on the phone once a month.
Once a month.
The night of the fire, she was...
running errands for her mother.
She got lost in the smoke,
and her mother went to find her.
Did well in school.
Sweet.
Kind.
Bright.
Bright future.
Everybody in the building loved her.
Just an...
ordinary little ten-year-old girl.
What more do you need to know about her?
[woman] [over P.A.] Dr. Stern to Labor and Delivery.
Dr. Stern to Labor and Delivery.
[raspy breaths]
[insects chirping]
[dog barking in distance]
I made a mistake.
But calling me out in front of the whole fucking squad room?
I'm tired of waiting for you to get your mojo back, Jerry.
I got to call you out, I'm gonna call you out.
Well, next time we take care of it in private.
All right?
[Chandler] Do you swear this testimony is true and complete,
to the best of your knowledge?
- I do. - [Chandler] Do you understand
that if anything you've said proves
to be false in fact or degree,
your agreement will be abrogated and you will go to jail?
- I understand. - [Chandler] And you assert
under oath you have documentation
that supports your contentions and that you will turn it over
to the appropriate authorities when the time comes?
Yes, yes. I have the real shit.
- We done? - Mm, for now.
I'll get you a copy of this video, with notes.
Maddie, I'm gonna need you to type this up.
Can you read that?
- Mm-hmm. - Okay.
You will go over it tonight,
and we will meet in the morning
to discuss the suggested changes.
Hmm, well, I like how you work.
No matter how hard-ass the SEC guy is,
he can't touch you.
Maddie, would you please make
a copy of the video for Mr. Franzen?
Vincent, I will see you in the morning.
And be prepared.
You don't want to go to prison,
and I don't want to have to defend you in court.
Amen to that, sister. Hey.
Pay attention. Study her every move.
She is who you want to be when you grow up.
Ciao.
[officer] This way, please.
[mariachi band playing melancholy tune]
[mariachi band continues playing]
♪ ♪
Dig the cross of roses and orchids?
Hard to miss.
It's a gift of Mickey Peña.
I bet he paid for the band, too.
I'm gonna go rattle his cage.
Can I ask you a question?
Can I stop you?
How do you sleep at night?
I sleep just fine.
I know it was you, cabrón.
Go fuck yourself.
[sighs]
Hey, L.T.
Got a minute?
Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out who was so desperate
that they stole my dragon bone tea.
That taste as good as it sounds?
It's vile.
My girlfriend's acupuncturist recommended it to me for stress.
So, what's on your mind?
Wanted an update on the West Bureau reassignments.
I will tell you what I told Rondell.
There's two, maybe three slots, wide open.
Am I in the running?
You are.
Is Rondell?
He is.
[sighs]
What?
Guess I could always go back to Robbery.
[chuckles] What makes you say that?
After what happened between you and me last fall?
It's irrelevant.
There are no hard feelings.
None whatsoever.
- Really? - Really.
Okay. Thanks.
Besides, it's not my call.
It's West Bureau's.
Lieutenant.
Could you stop by my office for a second?
Sure.
Did I see the remains of a green mustache on his upper lip?
Oh. No. He would never do me that big a favor.
[Edgar] Best tacos in town.
- Truth. - Hmm.
You think Peña owns a piece of this place, too?
[scoffs] I don't know. And I don't want to know.
So? La Mayorista.
Cooling her heels in Van Nuys.
She lawyered up.
We're monitoring her phone calls till we got a kicker.
- Pedro Alvarez? - Him also.
A little luck, one or both of them'll crack.
[phone dinging]
Appointment. Catch you later.
Where's he going?
Who knows?
Initiating disciplinary action
is serious business, Grace.
Well, I'm aware of that, sir.
Don't misunderstand.
I want you to know that I don't take this lightly.
What happened to your car is unacceptable.
My car?
To you.
What happened to you.
And to your car.
And I intend to keep tabs on this investigation personally.
I appreciate that, sir.
However...
I'm... [sighs]
...troubled by your failure to follow chain of command
- notification protocol. - Sir...
Cutting me out of the loop makes me look bad
- to command staff. - That was not my intention, sir.
Well... [sniffs]
Willing to chalk it up to stress.
Thank you, sir.
Good morning.
Sergeant Cletus Browne, ma'am.
Garret okay?
When I got my assignment this morning,
they said there was a change in the duty roster.
Didn't mention any problem.
Carpe diem, Sergeant Browne.
Yes, ma'am.
Carpe diem.
[phone ringing]
Hey, Mads. You okay?
[Maddie] Just a heads-up.
Got to drop some stuff off for Chandler, so...
So if we want to eat, I better make a stop.
- What's your pleasure? - Iroha?
Read my mind. Salmon skin hand rolls?
And spicy tuna cut rolls.
- Inside out? - You read my mind.
Done. Love you.
Lieutenant.
Hi, Hunter and... Lloyd.
Yes, ma'am. Got a minute?
Sure. Come to my office.
We were thinking of somewhere more private.
I've been cleared.
[Dr. Garcia] Yes.
So I'm done here.
Are you?
I think so.
I think I am.
I think I've come to terms.
Insomnia?
No, not at all.
Your relations with your ex-wife?
Good.
The boys?
Very good.
Seeing them regularly?
Went to the movies last night.
Jumanji.
Mm. I've been meaning to take my niece.
They enjoyed it.
We had fun.
Are you self-medicating?
No.
In general, how do you feel?
[stammers] Good.
Been exercising.
Jogging.
Every morning before work.
[Dr. Garcia] Depression?
Mood swings?
No. Even keel.
Good.
[clears throat]
You seem a little anxious.
Well, anxious to put this behind me.
[Hunter] We were working the late show.
Answered a possible 415, group with a gun.
Half a dozen gangbangers just standing, smoking weed.
You request backup?
Before engaging.
A 7-1 responded.
And?
Never showed. Assholes hung us out to dry.
Left us with our dicks in our hands. So to speak.
Lucky it was nothing.
You report it?
Didn't want to make a federal case.
I mentioned it to Lieutenant Thorne.
Said he'd look into it. You know how that goes.
I do.
So who were they? The officers.
Jimbo Leonard and Clyde Norris,
the copper you dressed down at roll call the other day.
[siren wailing in distance]
Hi.
[indistinct chatter]
You know too much.
♪ ♪
About time.
Missed you, too.
Cute place.
- It's a dump. Get in here. - I like it.
[indistinct chatter]
[whispering indistinctly]
[grunts softly]
- [line ringing] - [prisoner] Let's go, sweet tits.
[Vega] You've reached Detective Christina Vega.
Leave a message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
[line beeps]
Necesitamos hablar.
Mm, I need to talk to you.
[Dowd giggles]
You like?
Isn't it adorable?
What, is Little House on the Prairie a fashion thing now?
I don't know what that means.
I think it's perfect.
For what?
For court.
[laughs]
Are you insane? You're not going to court.
Vincent, I want to support you.
Baby...
Donna's gonna be in court.
- Oh. - Mm.
No. Don't pout.
- Look, the whole... - Oh, stop.
Don't pout. The whole idea is to avoid court.
How are you going to do that?
'Cause I have a fabulous attorney.
Her nickname's "Money."
As in "money in the bank"?
Aren't you a bright little penny?
- [giggles] - Yes.
[knock at door]
Speak of the devil.
She's here?
No, it's gonna be someone from her office.
[shushes] Just be quiet.
- Hey. - Mr. Franzen.
Um, papers for you to sign,
a thumb drive, and a crappy laptop to watch it on.
Oh. Fun never stops.
- Good night. - Good night.
You're welcome.
[♪ John Coltrane: "My One and Only Love"]
♪ ♪
[ringing and buzzing]
Bosch.
What?
When?
♪ ♪