Bosch

Last season on Bosch...

He's been a different person

since he solved his mom's murder.

Her killer got away with it.

Edward Gunn got away with two, at least.

Harry's a lot of things, but he is not

-a coldblooded... -I agree with you, I agree.

But he is lying about his prints.

You're investigating me for Gunn's murder

No. I think you're being set up.

-You think? -I know you're being set up.

When were you planning to tell me this, partner?

Detective, weren't you a defendant in a civil suit

where you were accused of planting evidence?

-Yes. -What was the outcome of that lawsuit?

Jury found for the plaintiff.

-Nothing further. -Honey Chandler

has painted an indelible portrait of you, Detective,

that you can't be trusted,

that you'll do anything and say anything,

-cut any corner to win. -This is bullshit. I don't do that.

You have that reputation, Detective, deserved or not.

You don't know, youngblood.

You don't know.

Never assume.

Why would Bosch do that?

He takes two assholes off the board with one move.

He's hiding something.

I can smell it.

The Koreatown Killer, aka KTK,

first became active four years ago.

Four carjackings, three shootings, two murders.

The latest carjacking victim helped us develop a new sketch.

So, when do you hear about the captain's exam?

I heard.

Next to last band.

Shit. Sorry.

The truth is, I think I wanted to make captain

more than I wanted to actually be one.

I'm happy where I am.

With you assholes.

You look tired, J.

The Bosch still wearing you down?

You look great.

I know you got your eyes on RHD.

Yeah.

But... the politics involved...

you know better than anyone.

Still, this looks good for you, Santiago.

What are you trying to tell me, Terry?

Don't unravel the sweater.

No intention.

Fuckin' IA. Harry...

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Tell me you're gonna quit, Jerry.

Take your pension, call it a day.

Now, what else would I do?

Watch your boys grow up.

I will. Don't worry.

Lord, I missed you.

-And you're taller. -Do not go down that road.

Where are you and Reggie staying?

Somewhere swanky with a pool, I hope?

Reggie's in Shanghai.

I actually hoped I could stay here.

Look, Jay, I got you what you wanted.

We're greedy bastards, what can I say?

You can say, "Welcome back to the Bureau, Agent Wish,"

give me a desk and a badge.

You sent that video to the Times.

Holland's a monster.

So was Gunn.

The Taferos.

We took them all off the chart, Jerry.

They'll never hurt anybody again.

Man, two weeks ago, you didn't want to be my partner.

Now I'm-I'm not so sure I can be yours.

What's burning?

River Watch Retirement Community.

I used to visit a guy there.

Retired detective, John Caffrey.

Why would Caffrey send you his high school yearbook?

I should have fucking known.

Arno Epperson, AKA Fox Mitchell.

The man who murdered your mother.

Or so I thought.

Bradley Walker. He and Arno were tight.

The Police Commission president?

His father more or less ran the city council for three decades.

So Walker killed your mother now?

That's your theory?

Do you have any idea how you sound?

RHD says Caffrey was the target of the arson at River Watch.

Somebody wanted to wipe him out

and whatever he had in that apartment.

You want me to help you conduct a secret investigation

of the man who's scheduled to pin the stars on my collar.

Don't you want to know if that man's a murderer?

Put yourself in these detectives' shoes.

An eight-year-old girl is missing.

You think you have the man who took her.

This man,

the plaintiff,

Michael Harris.

But he won't say where she is.

He won't even admit that he took her.

So what do you do?

Now, mind you, you're not just any detective.

You're LAPD.

Robbery-Homicide Division.

Cream of the crop. Legendary.

It was cops like you who solved Manson,

Night Stalker, Grim Sleeper.

Maybe this little girl's already dead.

But maybe she's not.

And if you can get Harris to tell you

where he's got her stashed,

maybe you can save her life.

So what do you do?

You torture him?

You wrap a plastic bag around his head,

choke off his air, try to get him to talk?

You gonna stick a sharpened,

number two, Black Guardian pencil

into his ear, puncture his eardrum?

Keep on going into his skull,

causing permanent deafness?

No.

No, you don't.

Not in a civil society.

We don't have to settle.

-I can win this. -The win, for the city of Los Angeles,

is making Black Guardian go away.

Move to the dark side, you lose track of time.

-The man doesn't have a case. -Doesn't have to.

Just the trial. The great man handing out sound bites

on the courthouse steps every day--

-that sets us back 30 years. -

No, no, no.

Mr. Kaplan, I told Howard, he wants this check,

-I need him... -He's not settling.

-We had an agreement. $420,000... -For any price.

He's taking this case to trial.

I will prove

I will pro...

The evidence will show

that these LAPD Robbery-Homicide detectives,

under the color of law,

men who have sworn an oath to protect and serve

the citizens of Los Angeles,

tortured an innocent man.

In a civil society,

racism has no part of justice.

In a civil society,

torture has no part of justice.

In a civil society...

Shit, this thing needs to sing.

It will by Monday. But you don't want to offend our jurors.

Oh, yeah, I do want offended. I want them deeply offended,

-outraged. -By the crime, not the lawyer.

Don't use the word "Christ."

How'd they take it?

Missy shit two bricks.

Okay. I'll need a nice,

warm bath to un-see that.

What about Irving?

-Not happy. -Yeah, I'll bet.

This trial's gonna feed his whole department

into the wood chipper.

The whole point

of sushi is that it's fresh.

And that's not why I'm calling.

Sugarfish.

It's your favorite.

Not even two hours old.

Mom's taking me to the tournament tomorrow.

Okay. Still want me to go?

As long as you don't yell.

-Can't make any promises. -It's fine.

-I'll just pretend you're somebody else's dad. -Right.

I still can't get ahold of Reggie.

His Skype's all screwed up.

Or mine is.

Dad?

-Right here. -Something's going on

-with them. Mom and Reggie. -Are you asking

or telling me?

You're busy.

I am. -Good talk, Dad.

Don't stay out too late.

Love you.

Hi.

Ah, here.

-Phil Gentry. Thanks. -

Excuse me.

Hello?

Uh...

-just... -Thanks.

Hold on.

Hello?