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We have breaking news this morning
from the Los Angeles Police Commission
where Pete Demetriou is reporting.
[Demetriou] That's right.
With short notice to the media and public,
the police commission is meeting in special session this morning
to consider a measure that would give
Chief Irvin Irving a second term.
With more than a year still to go in his first term,
this morning's vote could mean
another five-year term for the chief
or a vote of no confidence and an early exit.
This story is still developing
- and we'll bring the decision to you - [engine starts]
as soon as the votes are counted.
Live in Downtown L.A., Pete Demetriou...
[Bosch] Jesus.
Looks like something horrible happened here.
Smells like it, too.
Yeah, I bought my snitch a late-night burrito.
I see he returned the favor.
[scoffs] In Technicolor.
So this phone call you got last night-- who'd you talk to?
Agent Nidi from the joint gang task force.
Lay off Las Palmas. Keep away from El Cholo.
Why El Cholo?
Las Palmas has their big sit-downs there.
They get a private room.
Nidi said LAPD?
From the very top.
- In cahoots with the Bureau. - Yeah.
Smells like it to me.
Smells like what you got right there, brother.
[chuckles]
Light a candle, Collins.
That smell? Never goes away.
Thanks for the tip.
Two for, two against.
Mr. Delgado?
Aye.
[woman] The vote is three to two.
The measure passes.
Congratulations, Chief.
Thank you.
I look forward to continuing my service to this great city
and instituting reforms
that will lead to more effective crime suppression
and better community relations.
And with that,
we adjourn this special meeting of the commission.
[quiet chatter]
[female reporter] Thank you for that.
Let's go back to Pete Demetriou in Downtown L.A.
with breaking news.
[Demetriou] The L.A. Police Commission
has voted Chief Irvin Irving a second five-year term.
Former Deputy Chief Nestor Delgado
cast the deciding vote in Irving's favor.
Live in Downtown L.A.,
Pete Demetriou, KNX 1070 News Radio.
[Edgar] Harry.
Irving just got re-upped.
I don't even know what that means.
Police commission.
They just gave him another five years.
What the fuck?
And Delgado voted for him.
What do you think it means?
Above my pay grade.
But I know how it looks.
Looks like the fix is in.
♪ ♪
- ♪ 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 ♪
I just don't know why you won't at least talk to a lawyer.
I don't like lawyers.
What those bastards did to you?
The city and the department would pay big bucks
just to keep it out of the media.
You could retire. We could travel.
Hey, if you want to travel, take a fucking trip.
I just want you to get what you deserve.
I have a career, and I would like to keep it.
If I sue the department, I am dead in the department.
That is what this whole thing was about: power.
And now that I have some,
I am going to use it to get everything I can,
- in the department. - I just think that if you...
I am done with this conversation.
[Kent Shocknek] LAX is one of three U.S. airports
where CDC staffers are checking passengers
arriving from Wuhan, China,
for symptoms of a mysterious new virus
that's killed two and infected dozens.
- Great. All we need. - What, babe?
- Nothing. - Not since the Ebola outbreak,
six years ago, has the CDC done...
The world's going to hell.
What else is new?
What are you looking at?
The LAPD application portal.
No way.
Are you serious?
I don't know.
Maybe.
It's just...
you all do something that matters.
- What am I doing with my life? - You keep saying that.
I know.
Sorry. You must be tired of hearing it.
You'll find something.
It'll come to you.
That's easy for you to say. You know your path.
And I have to take it right now.
I'll see you tonight?
- Talk then. - Sure.
No, I'm sorry. [sighs]
Let's let cooler heads prevail, okay?
Come in. Listen, I've got to go.
Um, let's talk tonight?
Yeah, uh, make a reservation.
Wherever you want.
All right. Bye.
- [sighs] - Hear about Irving?
I guess I was reading the city hall tea leaves all wrong.
You and everybody else. What do you think it means?
I have no idea, Harry.
I am just keeping my head down.
- Homicide transfers set yet? - Almost.
Just waiting for O'Brien to make up his mind about who he wants
at West Bureau, but I don't think you have to worry.
- Can I make a suggestion? - I will pass it along.
[Reece] You are a dog with a bone.
[Bosch] Something's about to go down with Peña.
Bureau's in the thick of it.
I need to know the what and when.
I told you I tried.
All right? Got as far as I could.
Peña as good as lit the match on that fire.
They're gonna let him walk.
Set him up with a new name in a new place.
Let him go legit.
Sonia Hernandez, her mother
and the three other victims are in the ground, forever.
Some kind of big meeting's about to go down.
- And they brought in CIT. - Critical Incident Team?
I thought they were only brought in in mass casualty events.
Or mass arrests.
[inhales deeply]
[horn honks]
Nice of the Times to let us use the cafeteria.
Coffee sucks, but it's better than what's brewing over at RHD.
[chuckles] Detective Bosch, what can I do for you?
Read your online account about the chief
getting a second term this morning.
Yeah? What about it?
Seemed kind of like the coffee here.
- Weak, tepid. - [chuckles]
I had to post something before I got scooped.
But don't worry, there's more coming.
Yeah? Like what?
Bosch, why would I tell you before I post it?
I work for the paper, not you.
'Cause I kind of figured you'd like me to owe you one.
[sighs]
[clears throat]
I'm running down a rumor
that, in exchange for the extension,
Irving squelched a possible investigation
into the mayor's campaign.
Misuse of funds.
So he strong-armed the mayor.
And the mayor leans on Delgado to change his vote.
It's a beautiful thing.
And now you owe me one.
Old news.
It was in your paper during the campaign.
Feds looked into it, filed no charges.
Uh, doesn't mean they didn't find anything.
It just means they didn't make a case.
So there's a file.
- Have you seen it? - No.
But I'll bet you Irving has.
So Irving gets ahold of the FBI file,
threatens to reopen the investigation as a state case,
uses that to pressure the mayor.
So the question is:
What did Irving give the FBI in return for the file?
Was there a quid pro quo with the Feds?
- There's always a quid pro quo. - [chuckles]
[quiet chatter]
[phone ringing in distance]
Congratulations, Chief.
- Chief. - Lieutenant.
I hear congratulations are in order.
Thank you.
So, what can I do for you, Chief?
Just checking to see how you're doing after the, uh...
unpleasant business with Captain Cooper and the other officers.
Well, my partner thinks that I should hire a lawyer
and go after Cooper and the department in court.
And what did you say to your partner?
I said I would think about it,
but that the department is my home.
I'd like to wait and see what happens first.
See if changes are made.
And whether I would be in a position
to see that those changes are implemented.
You know,
I need someone to fill Cooper's spot.
I'd like it to be you.
I've done the acting captain thing before.
Doing the job without the bar on the collar.
This would be a step toward a permanent assignment.
We both know that I didn't exactly ace the orals.
I don't think that'll be a problem this time.
You've shown yourself to be a remarkable team player...
Captain.
Well, Chief, I don't know what to say.
I think you'll find that this promotion will be only
a brief stop in your steady rise in the department.
Thank you, sir.
Keep this on the down low
until I make the announcement next week.
Yes, sir.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[exhales slowly]
Sonia Hernandez.
What?
East Hollywood fire.
Little girl.
Her name was Sonia Hernandez.
I know who she is. What about her?
I know what you did.
Excuse me?
I know you made a deal with the Feds.
We lay off Peña, you get what you need to keep your job.
You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
I know this department doesn't give a fuck about Sonia,
her mother or the other victims.
You got the killers, Bosch, and that is justice
for Sonia Hernandez and the others.
That's not justice when Mickey Peña walks away.
Hard decisions had to be made.
The best outcome has been achieved.
You mean for you, right?
Long as you get your five years tacked on,
all good and bright in the City of Angels.
Fuck you.
That's your last free one, Bosch.
[engine starts]
- [door closes] - Nothing's ever free.
[vehicle drives off]
There are several steps.
You'll have an initial interview, which will be
evaluated along with your application.
At that point, you will be notified by e-mail
if you've been chosen to begin the full application process.
I understand.
Every applicant is assigned an LAPD mentor.
As your mentor, I'm gonna guide you through the process
- and answer any questions you might have. - Okay.
- You're a legacy candidate. - Yes. My father.
Hollywood Homicide.
For now. It's gonna be disbanded soon,
so he's not sure where he'll end up.
Tell me why you want to be a police officer.
I want to do something with my life.
Something that makes a difference.
And I want to help people when they need it the most.
- Hey. - S'up, homeboy?
Long time no see. Sorry I'm late.
What's, uh... What is up with the spycraft?
I just wanted to see if either of us picked up a tail.
Oh, you told me to keep it confidential,
I kept it confidential.
How are things at CIT?
Oh, staying busy, like always.
W-Why am I here, Bosch?
CIT's covering a Las Palmas 13 summit,
- and I want to be there. - Who told you that?
My guess is it's at El Cholo.
All I need from you is day and time.
You didn't answer my question.
It's a major RICO op.
-They made a deal with Mickey Peña. -Who did?
LAPD and the Bureau.
You and your team are gonna protect Peña
when they take down the summit.
He sets up this meeting,
wears a wire, testifies at trial,
and they're gonna let him fucking walk on five murders,
including a ten-year-old girl.
The East Hollywood fire?
Yeah, I heard they made arrests on that.
Foot soldiers.
- Peña ordered it done. - You have the evidence?
I have a co-conspirator.
It's enough to charge him,
-if I can get to him. -Mm.
I need your help.
Time and location.
I scoop Peña after the meeting.
FBI gets their case, and I get mine.
No, it's not our investigation.
I don't know all the details of your case...
What other details do you need?
A ten-year-old girl died, alone, calling for her mother.
The Bureau's gonna let Peña fuckin' walk
because he's setting up gangbanger narcos
and prison bosses.
In what world is that the better choice or the greater good?
It's not my case.
I know. It's mine.
I'm counting on you to do the right thing.
- [indistinct chatter] - [phone rings]
- Juan. - Jefe.
Buenos noches, Juan.
Have a great night, Lieutenant.
She's gone.
[Pierce] PM Watch. You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Hey, you got the late show.
Midnight shift detective.
Oh, the places you'll go.
Old days, we would have called that the graveyard shift.
Fuck me. I can't believe this.
[chuckles]
[Mankiewicz] He'll be all right.
Harry.
- Yeah? - What the fuck?
How'd you get West Bureau and I get RHD?
That makes no sense.
It makes perfect sense.
You're gonna kick some serious ass down there.
Did you have something to do with this?
You overestimate my powers of persuasion.
Everybody going to Musso's?
No, seriously, you're gonna love it, kid, okay.
You get to handle everything that comes up, right?
I mean, everything from homicides to homeless
taking a dump in somebody's backyard.
I don't think you're helping sell the situation.
Hey, I met my first wife on the late show.
Domestic disturbance, I roll up, she's buck naked.
She's got a guy in a headlock for trying to backdoor her.
[laughter]
Domestic disturbance to domestic bliss.
Only on the night watch.
That one didn't last too long.
Did any of 'em?
- I had a pretty good run on number three. - Mm.
Or-or was it four?
Uh, you've only been married three...
No, no, no, I'm counting common law.
I mean, he's Harry Bosch. It's intimidating.
I don't know how you two lasted so long.
Well...
Harry's Harry.
There's no better partner.
You'll be fine.
I wish it was you, Jerry.
We'd have made a good team.
- Hey. - Hey.
Cheer up, youngblood.
Let me buy you a martini. Musso's is famous for 'em.
Would you be happy going from Homicide to the late show?
I'd be miserable.
Things change. Just have to hold fast.
That's easy for you to say.
You're going to West Bureau with Vega.
Grey Goose up, no olives.
No olives means more alcohol in the glass.
That's the plan.
Put it on my tab.
Thanks.
You're gonna be all right.
- [Mankiewicz] Hey. - [Maddie] Hey.
- How are you? - How are you?
- Have you seen my dad? - Ah. - Yeah.
- End of the bar. - Okay.
- Hey, Maddie. - Hi, Rondell.
- Uh, take my seat. - Are you sure?
Absolutely.
Glad you could make it.
- Of course. - Antonio?
Working.
- How do you feel about West Bureau? - Same job,
different desk.
- Longer commute. - True.
Dad, I have something to tell you.
You're getting married?
No.
Whew.
Okay...
hit me.
You may get a call asking you to vouch
for an applicant to the police department.
Sure. Who?
Um...
me.
You applied?
I did.
And I already went down and met with my mentor,
so they'll probably call you.
Mads, you sure?
We've never really talked about this.
No, we didn't.
Because it's my choice.
And yes, I'm sure.
[Maddie exhales heavily]
I really thought you'd be happy for me.
You'd be proud.
I am. It... caught me off guard.
You know, the guy who interviewed me said
that since I'm a legacy, I'll get to take my first shift
after the academy with you.
- Won't that be cool? - Very cool.
Want to get a table and have some dinner?
- I'm starved and it's chicken potpie night. - Sure, let's do it.
- So you will give me a good rec? - No.
- Okay. - Of course I will.
Mads...
I am proud of you.
Always. Always.
- [horn honks in distance] - [police siren wails faintly]
[Edgar] That's good to hear. Thank you.
- Who was that? - The uni on Money Chandler's room.
She's coming out of the coma.
Moved her from critical to serious.
That's good news. I should call Maddie.
That looks like a filing package.
- It is. - Who?
Miguel "Mickey" Peña, five counts of murder.
[sighs]
Okay, partner, let's go outside.
Harry, now.
I know what you're doing.
What am I doing?
Committing career suicide.
I'm doing what's right.
Sometimes it's the same thing, Harry.
We were told to lay off Peña.
The D.A.'s not touching this.
You take this package down there, it's only gonna lead
the D.A. and Irving down on us like an avalanche.
Tell me you don't see that.
I see it. Fuck am I supposed to do?
- Walk away? I can't do that. - I get that.
But what you're doing is an exercise in futility.
The Bureau's got Peña, they're not gonna let him go.
They're using him to stage a meeting between Las Palmas
and the Mexican Mafia and probably the cartel as well.
I'll get him there.
If he's in custody, the D.A. has to file
or be responsible for kicking a killer loose.
That won't play well with the Times.
And where's this meeting? When?
El Cholo, I think.
Not sure when yet, but I'm working on that.
And that's another form of suicide.
I can't let it go, Jerry.
I keep thinking about that little girl Sonia.
Ten years old.
I can't let it go.
I have to do this.
Then I guess you're gonna need back up.
I don't have to remind you that every one of these people
is to be considered armed and dangerous.
Our number one assignment and obligation is safety.
Agent safety, public safety. Any questions?
We'll be live-monitoring the wire on Peña.
If we get what we need, CIT will move in and make arrests.
Okay, get your gear together. We muster at 1800 hours.
- Hey. - Hey.
Unsolved?
Got some of those, too?
A few.
Little Tamale Girl?
Sonia. Sonia Hernandez.
You know her name.
That's good.
How about the others?
No.
Hey, Jimmy.
[Robertson] Hey, amigo.
I just wanted to stop by and thank you guys
- for dealing with Datz. - Anytime.
And I hear you're coming to RHD.
Excited about it.
Well, I'll see you down there.
[blows raspberry] Almost forgot.
Bennett says to give her a call.
You heard the man.
- Maybe I will. - [phone chimes]
Jerry.
It's tonight.
Bring it on.
[Edgar] Shit.
Las Palmas already got people here.
Hang a right on Western. We'll figure it out.
Their command post will be up there somewhere.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Three, how we looking?
[agent] [over radio] Looking good.
Ready to rock and roll.
Two, talk to me.
[Goshen] [over radio] Yeah, we're, uh,
five by five up here.
[engine stops]
[monitor beeping rhythmically]
[whispers] Maddie.
[whispers] Welcome back.
Look.
[agent] [over radio] 10-4, multiple IC3s
exiting the vehicles.
[agent 2] Command, be advised, target is wired
and on the move to location in the Ford Super Duty.
Okay, we got Zeta Cartel in the house.
They're locked and loaded.
Peña won't be far behind. Let's go.
[engine starts]
[low, indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- You can't stop here, vato. - Uh, I got a pickup order.
[tongue clicking] No stopping.
- Okay, okay, no trouble. - Go out front.
I'm moving, boss.
No trouble.
[dishes clattering]
♪ ♪
[exhales]
♪ ♪
[phone buzzes]
[door opens]
[phone buzzes]
- Harry. - Come get us.
But... [sighs]
- Damn. - [engine starts]
[low, indistinct chatter]
[Bosch] [whispers] Change of plans.
- This way. - What?
- What's happening? - They know.
Just be cool. I'll get you out of here.
Ow. What the fuck?
- Bosch? - There's no going back.
They're gonna take that wire your wearing
and hang you up by the balls.
No going back now, motherfucker.
Nah. Fuck you, man.
What the hell's going on? What did he say?
[Peña] You don't know what the fuck you're doing.
You're career's over. You're fucking finished.
[Peña grunts]
- Shit. - Bosch, you fucking pendejo.
You're gonna get us both killed.
Shut the fuck up or I'll flip your off switch.
- ¿Ves a alguien? - No mira nadie.
- ¿Y tú? - Tampoco.
- [engine revs] - [men shout]
- Go. Go. - [tires screech]
[speaking Spanish]
No dispares. Es Peña.
[Peña grunts]
[Bosch] Go, go, go.
Jesus Christ, Bosch.
[Brenner] [on radio] Who has Peña? We've lost him.
He came out the back. A car was waiting.
It's a blue Jeep Cherokee, vintage model,
heading west on 11th.
You're under arrest for the murders
of Sonia Hernandez, Maria Hernandez, Victoria Solis,
her unborn child and Eduardo Rojas.
Fuck you, Bosch.
It's too late, pendejo. They'll know it's you.
FBI will have me out of there, charges dropped,
before you get the paperwork printed.
You're finished. You are over, ése
Estás terminado.
We'll see about that, shitbird.
[siren wailing in distance]
[horn honking]
Hollywood Station, now.
Who you calling?
How long, Jerry?
Ten minutes.
Make it five.
[engine revs]
He's eating every two hours now.
- Is that normal? - Yeah, doctor says so.
- [phone buzzing] - [sighs]
[Brenner] Where is he?
Where is who?
Fucking Bosch.
He snatched Peña. My whole operation is fucked.
[stammers]
Look, how do you know it was Bosch?
Because Peña was wearing a wire.
We could fucking hear him!
I had no idea he'd do that.
You fucked us, Irv. We had a deal and you fucked us.
Bosch is gonna book him.
If he does it, we lose him as a witness.
No prosecutor will touch him.
The case is fucked, I'm fucked, we're all fucked.
I-I will handle it. I'll have him back to you
within an hour and you continue the operation.
It's too late for that.
But we still need Peña clean.
You get him back, or I won't hold back
when this blows up in the press.
[phone buzzing]
[line ringing]
[Bosch] This is Bosch. Leave a message.
[Peña chuckles]
They didn't matter to you, did they?
Sonia and the others.
You needed to prove a point.
Their lives were nothing.
You're so righteous, Bosch.
It's the trash can fire that burns your soul, isn't it?
Listen, you fucking psychopath,
I've been dealing with motherfuckers like you
- my whole life. - Harry!
When the FBI comes for me, I'll make sure
to say goodbye, Detective.
Shut the fuck up.
There's a reporter at the front desk.
- He wants to see you. - Send him back, Mank.
- You sure? - Mank, just send him back.
All right.
And you're saying this was done with full knowledge
- of the command staff? - That's what I'm saying.
- How high up? - All the way.
Irving made a deal with the Feds.
Peña walks for the East Hollywood fire.
Irving gets what he needs from the Feds to leverage the mayor
and keep his job.
The deal stinks from top to bottom.
[Anderson] Detective, not that I care, but...
are you gonna be able to survive this in the department?
Just tell the story. Tell the truth.
[whistles]
- You got to go. - I got a couple more questions.
You got the story. Time to go.
- Mank, walk him out. - Yeah.
This way, fella.
Harry.
The avalanche is about to roll down the mountain and bury us.
Not us. Me.
You get out of here. I'll handle Irving.
No way.
You got to go.
Filing package is on my desk.
You don't hear from me by morning,
you decide what to do with it, yeah?
Jerry.
Thanks, partner.
Anytime.
Bosch.
- Chief. - Where is he?
- Who? - Don't fuck with me. Where's Peña?
I just charged him with five counts of murder.
Officer, bring out Miguel Peña.
And I want all the paperwork, including the booking log.
- Yes, sir. - Too late, Chief.
It's already in the system.
And the filing package? On the way to the D.A.
Detective, I am suspending you pending a review
of your actions and a board of rights hearing.
You can suspend me, kick him loose.
Won't change anything, 'cause this isn't over.
You can go, Bosch.
Your suspension begins now.
[sighs]
You can pick him up out front.
What happened?
I'm out.
Suspended.
Peña?
Irving's giving him back to the Feds.
Shit.
[Edgar] What about Anderson?
He got out clean. There will be a story.
Irving will have to answer to it.
Unless he gets to Anderson first.
You'll be picked up out front. Sergeant.
Yes, Chief?
Get him the fuck out of here before I change my mind.
And keep someone with him until the FBI shows up.
You got it, Chief.
Let's go.
Harry, it's not gonna matter.
The D.A. won't file once they hear from Irving.
It matters to me.
I'm gonna take it to them.
- Okay if I smoke? - Knock yourself out.
Por Sonia.
[gunshot echoes]
[gunshots]
Coming in.
[labored breath]
Por Sonia.
Keep going.
Forget it, Harry. It's over.
This is all on you.
Bosch.
This, too.
Take it.
Keep it.
Bosch, who are you if you don't have a badge?
I'm gonna find out.
Harry.
Harry. Harry.
Harry.
♪ ♪
Dad.
Hey, Mads.
Jerry told me.
You quit?
I did.
What are you gonna do?
What am I gonna do with my life, you mean?
[laughs softly] Yeah.
Something will come up.
I want to help.
Okay.
[♪ Creedence Clearwater Revival: "Long As I Can See the Light"]
♪ Put a candle in the window ♪
♪ 'Cause I feel I've got to move ♪
♪ Though I'm going, going ♪
♪ I'll be coming home soon ♪
♪ Long as I can see the light ♪
♪ Pack my bag...
[woman] Looks like you've got everything here.
We just need to check a few boxes
and we can send this to Sacramento.
No criminal history, correct?
- [Bosch] Correct. - To become a state-licensed private detective,
you must have at least 6,000 hours
of compensated experience in investigative work.
- Do you have that? - I do.
You sure?
Does 26-plus years with the LAPD count?
Sure does. You have a firearm carry permit?
Yes.
Then, sir, you are all set.
We will send this up, and as soon
as you clear the FBI background check,
you will get your license in the mail.
Takes about eight weeks.
FBI does a background check?
They do. Is that a problem?
Uh, no. No problem at all.
- Then you're done here, sir. - Thank you.
Next in line.
♪ ♪
♪ Put a candle in the window ♪
♪ 'Cause I feel I've got to move ♪
♪ Though I'm going, going ♪
♪ I'll be coming home soon ♪
♪ Long as I can see the light ♪
♪ ♪