[Bosch] Previously on Bosch: Legacy.
You're on notice not to destroy any files, documents,
communications, or any other records relating to this case.
There's no way Matthew is talking to the Feds.
[Bosch] Might be able to use him.
Bring me every document pertaining to the civil suit
we filed against Carl Rogers.
Is that a problem?
No.
You thinking of buying?
It's quite a story.
The wife was murdered in the house, if you can believe it.
[Bosch] I'm looking for James Allen.
James is dead.
He wasn't just my dealer.
We were involved.
Anybody finds out we're a thing...
Oh, I don't plan on telling anyone.
[Edgewood] There's an opening in our unit,
and I've been looking for the right person to fill it.
-[Mank] She didn't tell ya? -We've both been busy.
For a P-one to snag a spot in CRU, oh, that's a big deal.
Huge.
What do ya got?
[Long] His name's Hieronymus Bosch.
[Jones] Simon Wakefield's house, day of the murder.
[James] She retrieved Wakefield's phone from the pool.
[Jones] Chandler.
She fuckin' fed Rogers to the Russians.
[crickets chirping]
[safe beeps]
Hey.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.
What's going on?
I gotta get my miles in.
At 4:00 in the morning?
[sighs] I'm wide awake.
-Nervous? -Yeah, first-day-of-school jitters.
You'll be fine.
Come back to bed after your run?
We'll see. [chuckles]
[phone vibrates]
[Ashley grunts]
[phone vibrates]
-[grunts] -What the fuck? Seriously?
Ellis.
Don't answer it.
I've got to.
[Ashley sighs]
[phone vibrates]
[phone beeps]
Ellis. For chrissakes, it's the middle of the night.
-[Ashley sighs] -[Ellis] Is that Ashley?
Send that skank home. We got work to do.
[sighs] I heard that, asshole.
[sighs] I gotta go.
[suspenseful music playing]
[dog barking in distance]
♪ 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' ♪
♪ 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, my, my, times are changin' ♪
[Mo] What makes you think the lady wore a watch?
[Bosch] Two things.
-[Bosch] High-end watch case. -[Mo] Mm-hmm.
Tan line on her left wrist.
Whoa, that's deep, man. That's some serious Sherlock shit.
Word.
There's nothing about a watch in Lexi Parks' murder book.
Nothing on the property receipt. There's no sign of it at the scene.
Maybe the killer took it.
Why take the watch but leave the ring?
Where do you want these?
Oh, in the corner would be fine.
Is that everything?
All the hard files.
Digital files, emails, recordings.
No copies?
The one and only.
So don't lose it.
And our firm's computers?
Clean. Cloud included.
Need help with those?
Hm, I think I can manage.
Thank you, Matthew.
[indistinct chatter]
[footsteps approaching]
[Vasquez] Early bird.
Butterflies. I couldn't sleep.
What are you looking at?
Just getting the lay of the land.
The dark heart of Hollywood.
Let's hit the kit room.
Coffee first.
Work out this morning?
Five miles.
-Look pretty good for an insomniac. -[chuckles]
Roses in your cheeks.
Endorphins.
Endorphins. Right.
What is that supposed to mean?
You're an open book, girlfriend. You can't hide it.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
You're blushing.
I am not blushing.
Even your freckles are blushing.
Boyfriend must be treating you right.
Stop.
[engine turns off]
[Mitchell] Renovated three years ago, top to bottom.
They kept all the charm of the original California Traditional
with a Spanish tinge.
Exactly what I'm looking for.
Great.
Guest bedroom, second bathroom...
How about the master bedroom?
Yes. Right this way.
Fresh paint job?
The owner thought this room needed a complete makeover.
This were it happened?
I'm sorry to say.
I can understand why he'd wanna sell.
Between us?
I think he's motivated to take the first reasonable offer,
given the circumstances.
Would an all-cash offer help?
Always.
You wouldn't happen to have a tape measure?
I've got some larger pieces, I just wanna make sure they'll fit.
Of course. I'll be right back.
-Great. Thank you. -Mm-hmm.
[suspenseful music playing]
[camera shutter clicks]
[door opens, closes]
I'm so sorry, Mr. Bosch. I thought I had one.
Nah, not to worry. I'm just gonna put the baby grand in the living room anyway.
Let me show you the rest of the house.
You the owner?
That's right.
Well, sorry to take so long, I hope I didn't inconvenience you.
Save your bullshit, Bosch. I know who you are.
What the fuck are you doing at my house?
I was asked to look at certain aspects of the case.
The case?
My wife's murder, you mean.
Asked by who?
The defense.
You're a disgrace to the badge you used to wear.
Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be here.
I just needed a quick look at the scene.
Put your hands on the hood.
You're kidding.
Hands. On the hood.
I'm not gonna do that.
Then you're going to jail.
You got no cause to arrest me.
Put your fucking hands on the hood so I can pat you down.
Like I said, that's not gonna happen.
Where's your wife's watch?
The one you gave her for Christmas a couple years ago.
It wasn't recovered at the scene.
How do you know?
Discovery. It's not in the murder book.
It's being repaired.
When will you get it back?
None of your fucking business.
Why do you wanna know?
Just pulling on a loose thread.
Go pull on it somewhere else.
You're lucky I don't arrest your ass for trespassing.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Get the fuck out of here.
That went well.
Okay, listen up. Today's marching orders: just like the weather.
Open season on tourists on Hollywood Boulevard.
How is it like the weather?
Same today as it was yesterday, as it will be tomorrow.
Pickpockets, purse snatchers, con artists, and creeps.
So, Rodriguez and Ross, you post up on Franklin and Orange.
You guys will take Sycamore and Hawthorne.
Morgan has O.P. responsibilities on roof of the Roosevelt.
Bosch and I will be on foot, acting like tourists,
oblivious to all the bad actors looking to fleece us
while we soak in the sights.
Enough said.
We're the crime reduction unit. Let's go reduce some crimes.
[upbeat music playing]
Ah, it smells like Hollywood.
How does it feel?
-Awesome. -[chuckles]
Fuckin' awesome.
[Vasquez] Madame Tussaud's.
Ever been?
Can you spell "tourist trap"?
Took my nieces and nephews once.
[Maddie] They like it?
[woman] Uh, sorry.
They had fun making fun of it.
How real is it?
Dude, shit's made of wax.
[chuckles]
Zebra 32, be advised. Tour group heading east on northbound side.
[Vasquez] Roger that.
How'd it go?
I may have screwed up.
That sounds ominous.
Posed as a potential buyer to get in the house.
Did you find anything?
Not sure yet.
So what went wrong?
The husband came home.
Ah, Deputy Harrick.
Got kinda ugly.
[sighs] If he files a complaint, it's on me with the judge.
Sorry about that.
[bell dings]
[door opens]
Hi. I'm Harry Bosch, private investigator.
James Allen. Did you know him?
A regular.
Did he bring his dates here?
I work the day shift.
[Chandler clears throat]
How about this man?
David.
David wasn't a date. David was Jimmy's boyfriend.
On the down-low. You know?
Can we get a look at room 116?
No.
No?
Off limits. Unless you're a cop.
Are you a cop?
Well, he's a retired police officer, and I'm an attorney.
Sorry. The police are still investigating.
Two hundred. One hour.
[clears throat]
[camera shutter clicking]
David Foster says he was in this room with James Allen
the night Lexi Parks was murdered.
How do we corroborate that?
Witness. Piece of video.
It was four months ago. What are the chances?
Something hung here before. Picture, poster...
[camera shutter clicks]
Allen was strangled with a wire. Picture wire?
Could've come from here.
Could've come from anywhere.
[indistinct chatter]
[man] Hey, what's up?
-Hey. -What's up? What's up? What's up?
Hey, what's up?
What's up, man?
The CIO they got better have something to say on Deadbolt.
I got a testing technique all figured out.
[laughs] You should be teaching the seminar.
Well...
Listen, hosting a little something in my room later, after the presentation.
Eighteenth floor.
You count me in.
[indistinct chatter]
Who's she?
[indistinct chatter]
Wish I knew.
Somebody told me she got a podcast.
Hmm. Who doesn't?
Next step?
Cemetery.
[engine turns off]
[Bosch] Oscar, right?
Do I know you?
We've met. You were on the job back in the day.
Long time ago. Put in my 20. Been here ever since.
Yeah, retired now myself.
Investigating for Ms. Chandler.
I've seen you on the news.
It's nice to meet you.
Hey, let me ask you something.
Your cameras, they, uh, they catch that motel across the way?
Not so much. But we got a deal with Paramount.
They have a camera up on the water tower.
Takes in the whole cemetery?
And then some.
We just need the entrance to the motel.
It gets that.
[indistinct radio transmission]
If you still had a badge, no question. But...
You sell headstones, too?
[phone rings]
Never too early to plan ahead.
Ain't it the truth?
Harry. Sidebar.
Hello?
We can't be paying potential witnesses.
We need the video. Could be crucial.
I don't want the prosecutor asking him how much we paid him.
You want the video or not?
[Green] Okay. Copy that.
-[Chandler sighs] -[Green] Thank you. I'm on it.
Got it. Thanks.
I guarantee a typo-free epitaph or your money back.
[indistinct radio transmission]
[indistinct chatter]
What's up with the guy in the black hoodie?
In front of the Roosevelt.
Let's get a closer look.
[people shouting]
Shit.
Somebody's gonna get hurt.
Slow your roll. Don't break cover.
[shouting continues]
Zebra 31. Citizen's report.
A four-fifteen fight in front of the Chinese Theater.
Male in a White Rabbit suit is beating up the Queen of Hearts.
Turf war.
Only in Hollywood.
[shouting continues]
Where'd he go?
31 to 32.
You got eyes on a guy in a black hoodie in the area of Orange in Hollywood?
Negative.
[Maddie] Damn it.
He'll be back. We'll get him tomorrow.
I keep thinking about those two cops who pulled me over.
What about 'em?
Well, they seemed kind of familiar.
When I go over that night,
I think they might have been in Musso's, checking me out.
Do you think that's possible?
Trust your gut.
I'm pretty sure they rifled my briefcase. You know, the Foster file.
Like I said.
All those years on the job, and now look at him.
Lapdog to a lady lawyer.
Dinosaur for the dark side.
[engine starts]
-[pop music playing] -[indistinct chatter]
Just you and me, Slo-Mo.
Slo-Mo, huh?
Buck fifty.
I don't think you have the boat.
Pay to find out.
[sighs]
Not tonight.
[Mo chuckles]
You have a particularly irritating smirk when you win.
Smirk? Moi?
You're doing it now.
Slo-Mo.
[indistinct chatter on TV]
Place is a pigsty.
The girl didn't show up yesterday.
God forbid you clean it yourself.
You want me to go look for today's catch?
Yeah, go find us a nice, fat pigeon.
What's this for?
It's time for new work phones. Give me your old ones.
You got any trinkets worth hawking?
See for yourself.
Jackpot.
[indistinct chatter]
I have to qualify next DP.
How's your target acquisition? Been practicing?
Every week.
Good. Kind of important, yeah?
I accepted an assignment to CRU.
So I heard.
It was my first day today. It was fun.
Felt like myself again.
What do you think?
What difference does it make? It's a done deal, right?
Are you mad?
No, I'm not mad.
Could've talked to me first.
[sighs] And what would you have said?
I would have said "congratulations."
What else?
Are you sure you're ready?
I wanted to skip that part.
I gotta say, it kinda stung hearing it from Mank after the fact.
You're the one who taught me it's better to apologize after
than ask permission first and get denied.
I never told you that.
You didn't have to. You lived it.
Your whole career exemplified it.
"Act first, apologize later."
You got me there.
Congratulations, Mads.
CRU. It's a big deal. Proud of you.
[pats leg]
Appreciate that.
Just be safe.
Always.
You, too.
So, what'd you really have? Two pair?
You'll never know.
Tell me something.
Why are you the star of this little gathering of geeks?
Your peers seem to hold you in high regard.
You promise me you won't use it on your podcast?
Promise.
I don't divulge my handle to just anyone.
Oh, well, live dangerously.
RicoSpider.
RicoSpider?
You're RicoSpider?
Well, let's just say the chat rooms fill up when I log on.
[chuckles] Oh.
Yeah, well, I've never heard of you.
Funny.
Ask you a question?
Depends.
You involved?
That is, um...
That's a long story.
I got no place to be.
I'm afraid I do.
So you are involved.
[chuckles]
It's complicated.
I'm a quick study.
Some other time.
Ciao.
Well, what's your number?
Well, you're the famous-by-another-name rockstar hacker.
So... figure it out.
Harry Bosch?
That'd be me. Help you?
Detective Duran. This is Detective Santana.
We're with the Sheriff's. We're working the Lexi Parks murder.
Oh. I've seen the murder book. You guys do good work.
Thanks.
We'd like to talk to you if you have the time.
Shoot.
Deputy Harrick, he's a colleague of ours.
We all knew his wife.
I understand.
-Are you working for the defense? -Yes, for Honey Chandler.
-Licensed private? -I am.
Can we see your license?
You represented yourself in a false light to gain access to the scene.
No. I went to look at a house that's for sale.
We're giving you a break here.
Because of who you used to be.
Cross the line again, there will be consequences.
If it makes a difference, our guy is innocent.
Which means the real killer is still in the wind.
If you care.
Oh, we care.
You find him, let us know.
Bruce Lee.
Dorothy McGuire.
[Maddie] Oh.
[camera shutter clicks]
[Vasquez] Ward Bond.
Check it out. Tito Puente.
[Maddie] Oh, wow. Okay, get right here.
[Vasquez] Okay.
-[Maddie] Cute. -[camera shutter clicks]
-Nice. -[camera shutter clicks]
Very cool.
-Yeah, you look great. -[camera shutter clicks]
Okay, one with me.
-[camera shutter clicks] -He's back.
[camera shutter clicks]
Zebra 31. We got a possible suspect. He was here yesterday.
Male, white, black hoodie.
Corner of Hollywood and Orange.
[Mo] You got macro security footage of the entire cemetery.
I had only this tiny piece in the corner to work with.
Enhanced and enlarged as best I could.
It's something.
Is that the motel?
[Mo] And entrance to the motel lot right here.
Sheriffs impounded Foster's white Ford Econoline van.
Well, David told me he left home around 9:30 that night.
[clicking mouse]
[Bosch] 9:47. There's his van.
Well, how can you be sure?
The lights. Econoline.
Okay, good.
How long was your boy at the motel?
Two hours, give or take.
[clicking mouse]
Boom shakalaka.
Returning to from whence it came.
11:39.
Foster leaves his house, heads west to the motel,
stays a couple hours, heads east back home.
Never even got within miles of West Hollywood or Lexi Parks.
It's not definitive.
It is for me.
We can't confirm it's his van, Harry.
The quality is too grainy to make out the driver or the plate.
Oh, leave it to a lawyer to poke holes in a life raft.
Don't get me wrong, this is good.
But we need better.
[tour guide] All right, folks. We're gonna take...
[Morgan] Zebra 32, we've got a tour bus incoming,
unloading at the northwest corner of Hollywood and Orange.
[Vasquez] Roger that. Approaching on foot, westbound on Hollywood.
[indistinct chatter]
[Morgan] Zebra 32, we have a tourist family of four
crossing Orange, heading eastbound.
[Morgan] Be advised, family's approaching the ATM outside Madame Tussaud's.
[suspenseful music playing]
Oh, shit.
The guy with the flyers, he's the layoff.
Zebra 31, be advised.
We're code six on a two-eleven in progress.
Hollywood and Orange. ATM outside Madame Tussaud's.
Two suspects, one in a black hoodie, one male in a green t-shirt, light pants.
[intense music playing]
[grunts]
Suspects are fleeing.
Male in green t-shirt heading north on Orange.
[siren wails]
[panting]
[tires screech]
Freeze!
[horn honks]
[panting]
[grunts]
[groans]
-[grunts] -[groans]
-Hold fucking still! -Ow!
[panting]
[man] Aah!
[grunts]
[siren wails]
[grunts]
[indistinct radio transmission]
[panting]
[indistinct chatter]
First bona fide CRU caper. You should celebrate.
We are. Everybody's going down to the bar. Are you coming?
I got this family dinner thing at my folks' house we have every week.
[Maddie] Mm.
My mom cooks. Wanna come?
She a good cook?
My abuela's a good cook.
My mom is from San Diego.
I don't know what that means, but yeah, absolutely, I'm down.
Good.
Gives us a chance to unwind.
[beeping]
You look tense, bro.
Yeah, well, working with these fucking guys makes me tense.
Never sure have gotten in bed with these motherless fucks.
[shop bell dings]
Thought I locked that.
We're closed, man.
It was a good week.
Come by tomorrow.
Well, I had in mind to do it now.
Can't.
Because?
Safe's locked. Timer. Can't get into it till tomorrow morning.
[jewelry box closes]
First thing, muchacho.
First thing.
[shop bell dings]
Speak of the devil.
What'd he want?
Write it up.
[jewelry box closes]
We should take that vacation.
You take the fucking vacation. I'll follow you on Instagram.
[sighs]
You grew up here?
Five kids, one bathroom. Four girls, not counting Mama.
Oh, no way.
Survival of the fitness.
Must be nice to have siblings.
Cousins. Nieces and nephews...
You can have some of mine. I got extra.
[laughs]
You're the, what? Middle child?
I'm the youngest.
The baby. And spoiled rotten.
You girls save room for dessert?
Oh, I couldn't. It was so good.
Your father's already dishing out the ice cream.
One scoop.
Maddie?
Sure.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Your parents are so hospitable.
Thank you for having me.
Would have done it sooner, but not while you were still my new boot.
Mm.
How are you feeling?
About today?
Coming off the high?
I guess so, yeah.
It was a rush.
You had him down.
Excuse me?
Black hoodie. You had him down. You didn't have to ear slap him.
-He was moving. -Because of the way you cuffed him.
You were literally yanking his chain.
He was still struggling.
You had him down.
[sighs]
I-I just had this...
fit of rage.
I don't know where it came from.
I was like, "Lie still, motherfucker."
All I'm saying is, you don't wanna get so jacked up on adrenaline,
you lose control.
I wasn't.
You were close.
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
You wanted to see me?
Oh, yes.
I need you to deliver this motion to court.
You got it.
And on your way out, can you, uh, take care of that?
Make sure it's disposed of properly.
Call the company we use. Iron Mountain.
Bosch.
Scott Anderson.
Grand Jury call you as a witness?
Well, in a pickle, take the nickel.
Can I quote you?
-Take a wild guess. -[chuckles]
You covering this?
Trying. I got a source at RHD.
They're pissed. Fed's bigfoot one of their cases.
Which case?
Simon Wakefield murder.
Carl Rogers' consiglieri.
Who was drowned in his own pool.
They think it's Bratva?
Who else?
[grunts]
[James] That everything?
Everything that was hard copy.
What about the firm's system?
Put it all on a thumb drive.
She asked you to wipe the whole enchilada?
Everything digital on Carl Rogers.
Am I done?
You're not done.
Don't sulk. We're doing you a solid.
You're lucky you're not behind bars.
[engine turns off]
So what's the emergency?
We've got a problem.
Feds have taken over the Wakefield case.
[sighs] Shit.
Starting with the phone you fished out of his pool.
One more time. I need you to walk me through every single detail.
We need to know where we're exposed.
[Aslan] I run a respectable and clean trucking business.
One that supplied all those Bratva gas stations.
No charges of any kind have been filed against Mr. Aslan.
[James] Yet.
We don't believe you blew up your own pipeline.
We put this all together,
between the fuel theft scam and the pipeline explosion,
you're looking at a RICO conviction with mandatory prison time.
Twenty to life.
You can help yourself by helping us.
[Jones] We're not asking you to snitch on the Russians.
There are other players involved now.
Wouldn't hurt to look.
[sighs]
Nope.
[scoffs] Nope.
Him.
You're sure?
A hundred percent.
That's the motherfucker who said "boom" and blew up the fucking place.
[Bosch] Next time on Bosch: Legacy.
I broke up with this guy. He works for this pharma company.
He hacked my family's medical records.
I can help you.
I know you've got a lot on your plate, but wake up or go home.
Dockweiler's sentencing is tomorrow.
I'll be there. Will you?
[Bosch] A witness heard a trunk slam and two car doors close
the night the body was dumped.
Two killers?
Murdered Lexi Parks and framed David Foster.
[Peter] A guy just came in here.
Harry Bosch.
Said he was investigating a murder.
[glass breaks]
[Ramirez] They said they knew I was lying. They had proof.
[theme music playing]