Previously on Bosch: Legacy...
If you know anything about what happened to the Gallaghers, now's the time.
Mr. Bosch, please call me.
I got you on video with McShane.
McShane approached me, offering equipment at half off.
These new guys push quality merch at Hollywood recording studios.
Emmitt Archer has abused the power of his office,
chasing a phony prosecution.
Just all these rumors on the grapevine about what happened.
I would've if I could've, if that answers your question.
But I didn't.
But I don't trust him enough to tell me the truth.
Do you know who resides at that residence?
- Not a clue. - Harry Bosch.
Did you call that phone number?
I'm gonna have to take the fifth on that one.
You guys are being played. We all are.
We'll see.
Freeze, motherfucker.
Drop it.
- Everything okay? - Yeah, just a loose end.
Sheila.
Harry Bosch, thank you for your statement.
You're good to go.
RHD should be working this.
- How did you figure? - The guy who did this...
"Finbar McShane."
...disappeared an entire family.
Is this the case you're working?
The Gallaghers.
My understanding, most likely they're only missing.
Fled to Mexico.
That's what McShane wants everyone to think.
Mexico's a misdirect.
You got any proof?
That body is not enough for you?
All right. Thanks for the tip.
We'll handle it from here.
I can help.
Cases are connected.
We've already got a BOLO out for McShane.
We'll pick him up soon enough.
No, you won't.
He's gone.
He's fucking gone.
Kinda cozy.
Just till you're out of town.
Okay.
♪ Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
♪ There's a fire Of a new day coming 'round ♪
♪ It's a feeling Like a cool rain coming down ♪
♪ It's a rhythm of a new song singing It's a rhythm of a new song singing ♪
♪ Oh, my, my, times are changing, ooh ♪
♪ Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
♪ All my life I've been waiting for this moment ♪
♪ Oh, my, my Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
♪ Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
Yesterday's brazen attack in downtown Los Angeles
has led to three men dead.
{n8}Convicted murderer Preston Borders was en route back to Wasco State Prison
when two of his associates ambushed the LAPD transport vehicle
{n8}in an attempt to free Borders.
{n8}The two men and Borders were shot and killed by LAPD detectives.
{n8}This hour, authorities are looking for this woman, Rita Tedesco,
a possible accomplice and Preston Borders's wife.
Harry.
What am I looking at?
Burner phone.
Attached to the underside of my crib.
They planted it.
Borders?
Imagine if he had put that big brain to good use.
Crying shame.
I'll make sure someone gets over there to collect it.
Lopez and I are sidelined until we do our psych interviews.
Roger that.
And what about you?
How are you doing?
I'll fill you in sometime over a drink.
What are we now? Friends?
Relax, Jimmy. It's just a drink.
Don't get too excited.
It's about the inequities that are baked into the system,
and it's about which laws are enforced or not enforced.
There's no point even calling the police.
They don't come.
And when they do, they don't do anything.
And I intend to change that.
Do I have your vote?
Why the fuck not?
Can't be any worse than the guy who's in there now.
I'll take it.
Mama.
This is Dennis Williams. He's the owner.
Wonderful place you have here.
Been in my family for 25 years.
A lot has changed in the city in that time.
Some things have, no question.
I try to count my blessings.
Right now we're going through a bit of a crime wave.
Is that your son?
Yeah.
I'm so sorry.
Do you mind if I ask what happened?
He was murdered.
Right out in front of our house. Armed robbery.
I don't vote.
Good luck with the election.
Look into his story.
You're sure you don't want your union rep here with you today?
I would say the exact same thing if she was here.
I have prepared a statement.
There will be no need for questions.
We'll see about that.
Go on.
"Shortly after the man who abducted me died in prison,
I was with my father at his house when he received a phone call.
I answered it because he was walking the dog.
The call was from Preston Borders,
a fellow inmate of Kurt Dockweiler's at Wasco State Prison.
Borders told me to pass a message along to my father..."
Which was?
The gist of it was, "Tell your father I did what he wanted."
- And what did you take that to mean? - That's what I asked him.
He said, "Dockweiler. I took care of it."
And then he hung up.
And what did you do?
I was upset.
I confronted my father about the call. I asked him if he conspired with Borders.
Which he denied?
What I did not do is report the call.
I should have followed departmental rules and reported it.
And I will accept the consequences for not doing so without protest.
Thank you.
What are you doing here?
Not every day your daughter gets interviewed by IA.
How'd it go?
I told the truth.
- Whatever happens, happens. - No.
It'll be on me, Mads.
You didn't do anything wrong.
Something I gotta tell you.
Okay.
When Dockweiler went to prison, I did reach out to an inmate.
A former CI of mine.
I asked him to make sure Dockweiler's time inside was hell.
Jesus.
Where does Borders come into it?
Word got out in Wasco about harassing Dockweiler.
Borders seized on it.
Killed him to frame me.
You lied to me. Y-You said you had nothing to do with it.
I did not want Dockweiler killed.
What I did want was to make sure he was miserable
for the rest of his fucking life.
Gotta get back to work.
I am beyond happy that you are okay.
Not as happy as I am, sir.
Obviously, there's quite a twist in our investigation.
Technically, my partner and I are sidelined right now,
but I don't mind wrapping things up.
Why would you want to do that?
- Sir? - There's still a good many
unanswered questions.
But there's no reason not to clear Bosch. Make it official.
As I said, there are many unanswered questions.
And my partner and I will answer them.
After you get the green light.
How long should that take? A few days?
- Something like that. - So no rush.
Till then, enjoy your time off, Detective.
- How'd it go? - Asshole's still playing politics.
Wants us to wait to clear Bosch until after the election.
Why am I not surprised?
So young to be so cynical.
Come by it honest.
We got some time off.
Who's to say how we spend it?
Department still views the Gallaghers as missing.
But you don't.
Sheila Walsh finds financial discrepancies. Tells Gallagher.
Gallagher's not stealing from the company. Finbar McShane is.
Gallagher confronts him. McShane says he'll make it right,
which buys him more time to come up with a plan
to pin it on Stephen Gallagher.
Uh, but to do that, you gotta make him disappear.
And his family?
Maybe Kathleen saw something, heard something. She's got to go.
That leaves the children.
In for a penny.
What kind of a fucking monster...
McShane knows they're going up to the cabin for the weekend,
- but there's no physical evidence. - Except the blanket.
Except the blanket. Place was wiped clean.
So he killed them somewhere else.
Where'd he hide the bodies?
They can't be far.
Pull up the family videos.
The one with little Kerry and her father.
Are you picking flowers?
Yeah.
Are those for me?
Maybe.
Mmm. Fast forward.
Stop.
There.
He buried them with that.
How'd your interview go?
We'll see.
Anything new here?
You mean, did I hit the Powerball without the help of my partner?
Tell me you did.
Searched social media accounts connected to Find Your Grind.
The recording studio.
- Who is she? - Melissa Lewis.
Mother of two. Lover of Goldendoodles and high-end purses.
Married to Reed Lewis, owner of Find Your Grind studios.
- What's this about? - We're hoping you could tell us.
The handbag in the photo.
- Where'd your wife buy it? - She didn't.
I gave it to her for her birthday.
That's a lucky woman. Where'd you buy it?
- Don't remember. - Cash or credit?
- Is there a problem? - Maybe we should just talk to your wife.
No.
I didn't steal it, if that's what you're asking.
Somebody did. That's why we're here.
I didn't know.
Believe this guy?
Not yet. Keep talking.
There's this girl. She comes in with stuff to sell.
- What kind of stuff? - You know.
- Bling, watches. - Purses?
- Never occurred to you it might be stolen? - Never asked.
- You must have known. - What's her name?
Fortune.
- Her real name. - That's what she goes by.
- Who's she roll with? - She always comes alone.
- And calls first. - Thoughtful of her.
- Do you know her number? - Changes all the time.
Burners.
Am I in trouble?
Depends. How much does that handbag go for?
- Retail? - More than 1,000?
- Oh. Oh, my. Yes. - Is a felony.
Next time Fortune calls you, call us.
Fucking Bosch.
This is becoming a habit. A bad one.
I'll make it quick.
McShane sold you a backhoe.
- And? - You still got it?
- Why? - Might help me find the Gallagher family.
My backhoe?
McShane murdered Sheila Walsh.
I heard that.
I think he murdered the Gallagher family also.
Buried them with that backhoe.
Motherfucker.
It's in the yard.
But it's been washed and cleaned.
Shit.
You could check the tracker though.
Every big piece of equipment has one now. So it doesn't get stolen.
Show me.
LAPD. Hoping you could help us with something.
Credit card bill was sent to a box here.
- Okay. - How do you get a box?
Fill out an application. That and 20 bucks a month.
- You keep copies of those applications? - Yeah.
Let's see the one for Bosch Investigations.
B-O-S-C-H.
Should I be asking for a warrant or...
Only if you got something to hide.
I'll print it right out for you.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Ooh. Harry, we hardly knew ya.
Decent fake.
Uh, spelled Hieronymous wrong.
Uh, can you open up the box? I want to see if there's any mail.
We've already established people are playing you to fake IDs.
Don't make it worse.
- Nice. - Hmm.
Learned from the master.
A utility bill.
Service address, Shadow Hills.
Let's check it out.
Thank you for your service.
Archer dirtied you up some with the Bosch stuff.
If it changed voters' minds about you when they were filling out their mail-ins...
It's too late for them to reconsider. I get that. Anything else?
Lisa Broad is going to be in town tomorrow.
Wants to have brunch.
The day before the election?
Gotta kiss the ring.
Okay. Work it into my schedule.
What's up?
The man from the diner?
I looked into the story about his son.
He OD'ed.
Why would he lie?
Any number of reasons.
Shame. Guilt.
See if you can find out more.
From the backhoe?
See what we have.
Focus on the weekend the family went missing.
The backhoe was parked in the same place behind the cabin in Ojai for months.
On the weekend in question, it was moved at 2:00 in the morning.
Moved where?
A few miles away from the cabin.
This could be a place for a hideout.
- You think Rita's in there? - Only one way to find out.
- Oh, shit. Gun. Gun! - Rita.
Hey, put the gun down.
You don't want this to end this way. Put the gun down.
Easy. Come on.
Rita, I don't wanna have to shoot you.
Put it down.
Down.
That's it.
All right, hands up.
Come on down.
That's it.
Turn around.
Hands behind your head.
She's in holding now. Says she'll answer all our questions in exchange for a deal.
Talk to Archer.
See what he's comfortable with.
Uh, you might need to talk to him for us.
Well, why is that?
Tell him.
He told us not to do anything, Captain.
He didn't need to though, right?
You're supposed to be on desk, both of you.
Instead you went freelancing.
I ought to extend your time off and make it unpaid.
Captain, do you really want Archer to be DA again?
I try not to engage in politics.
I don't either.
But now he's stalling on clearing Bosch until after the election.
That's a hard thing to do nothing about.
Listen, I'll finesse Archer.
Don't make Tedesco too many promises.
I want something in writing.
We'll tell the DA you're cooperating, but you gotta tell us the truth.
It doesn't have to be over for you, Rita.
Could even find love again.
Fuck you.
Fuck you!
Does that sound like cooperation to you?
More like the opposite.
Enjoy spending the best years of the rest of your life in prison, Rita.
Look, I get it.
I really do.
Borders was your whole world.
Now he's gone and you're angry.
You gave up a lot for him.
I would just hate to see you give up anything more.
First question.
Did Harry Bosch have anything to do with the murder of Kurt Dockweiler?
No.
Cold plating? For a meeting?
Not taking any chances after that stupid shit
you and Nestor pulled the other night.
Nestor just doesn't like to be told what to do.
Yeah, he'd rather get your ass shot.
Well, it didn't happen, right?
It could have. That's my point.
There's no being too careful.
Look, all I'm saying is maybe just take it down when you're talking to him.
Sure.
I'll say, "Pretty please don't do any dumb fucking shit, Nestor."
What about you?
Do you like it when I tell you what to do?
It depends on what we're doing.
Get that plate on first.
All right. All right.
- Find Your Grind. This is Reed. - Hey, it's Fortune.
Hey.
Thinking about dropping by this afternoon.
- Good day for it? - Lil Bandy be here with his crew.
- Then I'll be there. - Just you?
It's always just me.
Crew of one, my man.
I know. It... It's just gonna be a packed house. That's all.
I'll see you.
Yeah.
Everything cool?
Just heard from our guy at the studio.
Fortune's dropping by.
What are we waiting for?
As all of you know, tomorrow is D-Day.
And while I hope and expect to win, in this moment, we cannot rest easy.
Amen.
And so I'm asking, with a not-so-subtle push from Jen and Amanda here,
for you to call anyone that you can, to knock on as many doors as you can,
to do everything you possibly can to help make sure
that our voters show up tomorrow.
And I'm thanking you from the bottom of my heart
for everything you have done to get us here.
So, please, give yourselves a round of applause.
And get back to work.
Brunch with Broad. Mussos'.
I'll stay here and mind the fort. You go have a steak.
- And a martini. - Mmm.
You go. I have someone else I need to see.
Just tell Broad I'll make it up to her after I win.
Thought I made it clear I don't vote.
Oh, yes, you did.
But you also didn't strike me as the kind of person who wouldn't be truthful.
And that's why I'm here.
I don't follow you.
I looked into your son's death and, uh, it was indicated that he overdosed.
My son was murdered.
All right. If that's the case, I really would like to help.
Do you have any idea who might have killed him?
Police said he had injected himself with some designer drug.
- That's not murder. - I accepted what the police told me.
Until a friend of Shawn's came to see me.
Shawn was gay.
He was dating an older man.
One who liked to do drugs and inject his boyfriends.
That was his thing.
His kink.
- Did this friend talk to the police? - No.
No, he said the man was powerful and connected.
Wouldn't even tell me his name.
But I found out. Shawn had pictures on his phone.
That's Patrick Currey.
He's a city councilman.
- How well do you know him? - Not well at all.
I-I think I met him once.
- Did you tell the police about this? - Several times.
They never lifted a finger.
This is the spot?
General location.
Tracker on the backhoe, not the best.
Not a small area to search.
I came prepared.
Detective Robertson.
It's been a month of Sundays.
What is this?
My summary of the Bosch-Borders investigation we've been working on.
What's it say?
I'm not gotta read it for you.
Harry.
Look around.
- Anything jump out at you? - No, just your paranoia.
Red Mazda CX-5.
Clear.
Copy.
Silver Toyota Corolla.
Tinted windows.
Keep driving.
- What? - Just do it.
Clear.
- Make a left here. - What are we doing?
I'm not getting caught.
No one's trying to catch us.
911, what's your emergency?
I just saw a man pointing a gun at someone.
Corner of Highland and Waring.
He's tall and has dreadlocks.
Hurry.
Citizen report ADW in progress.
Male suspect with dreadlocks.
Armed with unknown caliber handgun on Highland and Waring.
Morgan, did you get that?
Roger. Go ahead and roll.
6Z31. Show us responding to an ADW in progress.
Police! Get your hands up!
Paranoid, huh?
We're good here, Morgan. False alarm.
- No gun? - No gun.
6Z34. Show code four at our location.
I think we just got made.
Fuck.
So what do we do now?
It's simple. Nothing.
We don't steal, we don't sell, we don't do anything at all.
We lay low.
- And for how long? - I don't know.
But you better get Nestor on board.
I'm not going to jail for either of you fools.
Miss Chandler!
- Miss Chandler, over here. - Oh, she's coming.
How do you feel about your chances?
Well, I certainly know who I voted for.
- So you're feeling pretty confident? - Look, it's a wonderful day.
The sun is shining. People are showing up at the polls.
- And how about that story in the Times? - Miss Chandler!
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Let's go.
Mr. District Attorney, why haven't you cleared Harry Bosch yet?
Uh, investigations take time.
Well, the LA Times says you know he did nothing wrong.
Don't you owe Honey Chandler an apology?
That's a ridiculous question.
Thanks for your time.
Look forward to four more years as your district attorney.
Fucking Robertson.
{n8}A tragic discovery as a family of four from Northridge
now has been found dead.
The bodies of Stephen and Kathleen Gallagher,
along with their two children, ages just seven and eight,
were discovered late yesterday, buried in a remote area outside Ojai.
This is Harry Bosch. Leave me a message.
The family had been reported missing in early October.
You were right.
Plate on the Corolla came back to a different ride.
Fortune got spooked, smoked us out.
I need to see my dad.
I'll cover for you.
It's not clear whether the victims knew their assailants.
We'll keep you updated as the story continues to unfold.
Dad.
I found them.
The Gallaghers.
They're all dead.
I know. I saw it on the news.
I knew it the whole time.
I just wanted to be wrong.
Mama, what are you doing?
Oh, I just needed a minute.
Everything okay?
Got a whole ballroom of people waiting on you.
Yeah. I'm just, uh, practicing my two speeches.
Two?
Honey, you know, I might still lose,
and I would feel like shit letting down everybody who's worked so hard for me.
And... I'm kind of like, "How the hell did I get here?"
It was kind of a rash decision on my part.
And I'm just... Like... ...do I actually want to win?
First of all, if you lose, you're not letting anyone down.
We all came into this with our eyes wide open.
And second, you are the strongest person that I know.
And knowing you as well as I do, you absolutely want this fucking job.
Oh, my God.
I certainly hope that's my concession speech.
Donuts?
This is what you bring to family dinner?
You said, "Potluck."
I said, "Pot roast." Couldn't you make something?
I've been busy.
Really? With work or with someone?
Easy, Mom. We all know Reina only likes to do the interrogating.
Your sister brought donuts.
- From Trejo's. - Mm-hmm.
Just as an appetizer.
- Where's my nephew? - Parking the car.
You can help him bring in the rest of the food.
Jesus.
How much did you make?
Hey, what's up, Tia Reina?
Look at you and your short hair.
Oh.
- Haven't seen you in a while. - Mmm.
- Where you been hiding? - Ah, you know.
- Been busy. - Right.
Come on, your mom and my mom are already killing me.
Oh, I bet.
Just a beer, please.
Make it two.
On me, of course.
I think they're free.
Even better.
You already know I don't make much money.
Thanks.
Guess you lost my card.
Does it bother you?
Me being a public defender?
- No. - Great.
'Cause you being a cop doesn't bother me.
Look at that.
- You here alone? - Maybe.
- You? - Not anymore.
Does that actually work on people?
Once in a while.
One second, she's right here.
It's the election supervisor.
This is Honey Chandler.
Thank you.
God help us...
but I am the new district attorney of Los Angeles.
Yes!
Scott Anderson.
That's a page from my playbook.
And it wasn't the only one I took.
- Do tell. - Okay, I'll give you a hint.
You turn that alarm in your office on sometimes.
Son of a bitch.
We Bosched you.
Listen, as long as we're being honest with each other,
why don't you tell me about Curtis Dignan?
Or don't.
The man held strong.
Kicked him loose.
I fucked up, Jimmy.
But Dockweiler, that was on Borders.
That's what I figured.
There it is.
Gonna have her work cut out for her.
Yeah, she can handle it.
No doubt.
So, listen, this case I've been working...
The Gallaghers. Heard all about it.
Landed on your desk?
I'll keep you in the loop.
Thanks.
Another lap?
You know, Shaz, I don't think you got enough here.
But you give this old coot whatever he wants.
Never denied him anything.
Oh.
You went above and beyond, Jimmy.
You would've done the same.
Let's do this again soon.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to my mother,
the new district attorney of Los Angeles, Honey Chandler.
- Maddie. - Congratulations. I am so happy for you.
Thank you for being here.
♪ Celebrate good times Come on ♪
♪ Let's celebrate ♪
♪ Celebrate good times ♪
Thank you.
Hey, what do you recommend?
Barbacoa tacos.
Barbacoa it is.
- Give me two. - Name?
Jimmy.
All the fucking money.
Now! Hurry up.
Get your fucking head down.
Head down!
- Wallet. - Hey, be cool, son. Be cool. Hey.
Gonna reach for it, okay? Just be cool.
Legacy...
After a monthlong manhunt, we've made an arrest in the murder of Jimmy Robertson.
Freeze!
Every member on this team has been a prosecutor for 10 years.
You've been here for a cup of coffee and a press conference.
I know what wins cases.
Yo, I'm tired of this shit.
About time we got out and got after it again, huh?
You two up for another field trip?
Just get on with it.
Anything you want to share with us about these follow-home robberies?
Robertson was a beloved member of this department.
We expect the charges will reflect that?
Let's just make sure Perra doesn't fall down a flight of stairs in our custody.
Get out ahead of it, man.
- I'm telling you... - Man, ain't nothing to get ahead of.
Where's my motherfucking lawyer?
You just got into office. Don't crash and burn on takeoff.
Sure you wanna go this route?
Wind's at your back.
I just know what this could mean for all of us if we're wrong.
Justice will be done.
One way or another.