Bosch: Legacy

Previously on Bosch: Legacy.

Free gas. Can't beat the profit margin.

Well, Rogers isn't hot to the Russians.

He's under serious pressure to deliver more gas.

I think that's a blueprint of a shipping container.

That seven-digit number?

A tracking number.

Boat's scheduled to be picked up this afternoon.

Adios, asshole.

World's a better place.

No question.

We've discussed this man.

It solicited some powerful emotions.

Yeah, I guess I really thought getting rid of him would fix things.

My daughter's been abducted.

- Shit. - When?

When's the last time you spoke with her?

That's the man I saw outside Maddie's apartment.

Dockweiler just turned himself in.

Now where is my daughter?

Fuck you. Fuck you!

I'm in here!

He took her to the desert.

Hey, I'm going with you!

Maddie! Maddie!

I got you.

I got you.

I got you.

I got you.

A protein bar is not food.

Really?

See? Not so bad.

My shift. I gotta go.

Just two ships that pass in the night.

What time do you have to be at City Hall in the morning?

Normal. 9:00-ish. Why?

You make the coffee, I'll make the omelets.

Right here, 7:00 AM.

That's a date.

Be safe.

Always.

Sleeping in?

Lex?

If I were you,

I'd think about replacing the anchor's bracing system.

Shit. We're already way over budget.

I'd also recommend using helical steel piers.

Like I said. What's on your punch list?

Odds and ends.

A touch of drywall, weather stripping, socket covers.

You know what, I think I'm gonna finish the job myself.

You sure?

You know, the city's pretty strict these days.

You're better off with a licensed professional

seeing it through final inspection.

Look, I know I can't fix what's wrong with the world down here

but I sure as shit can fix my own house, right?

I'll send you the final bill.

Good luck, Mr. Bosch.

What's going on?

Your father just fired me.

Did you just fire, Maximo?

I didn't really fire him. There's no longer a need of his services.

But he's not done yet.

I'm gonna finish the job myself.

- You sure? - It's just a punch list.

Yeah, well, it never gets done.

Which is why I'm doing it now.

Hey, do you ever listen to that Miles Mosley album I loaned you?

I haven't gotten around to it.

Well, I better get it back to him.

Yeah, you can just go ahead and return it.

I can download it on my phone.

Philistine. That is no way to listen to real music.

Well, I have a decent pair of earbuds.

At least download it to your computer?

And use the headphones I got you for Christmas.

- Okay. - Better for your ears, too.

Okay.

So what do you wanna do for dinner?

Um, I might already have plans.

Boyfriend?

Maybe.

Um, I'll just let you know.

Call me when you know.

I will.

David Foster, come with us.

You're under arrest for the murder of Lexi Parks.

David, what's going on?

I don't know, it's a mistake.

You have the right to remain silent.

- Anything you say... - Call Honey Chandler.

...can and will be used against you in the court of law.

The name David Foster mean anything to you?

I had a client David Foster years ago if we're talking about the same guy.

His wife called.

He's been arrested and wants you to defend him.

What's the charge?

Murder. Matthew has her number.

I'll call her.

Wrong side of the bed?

I didn't sleep well.

You need to get your own place.

I'm looking. Everything's so expensive.

Come to Boyle Heights.

See

I'm not getting in the middle of that mess.

Besides, the commute will kill me.

How's the field?

Love it.

Wear my own clothes, put my hair down, less bad guys.

Jealous, I'm dying of boredom.

You'll be back on the street before you know it.

I hope so.

We on?

- Great. - Stay safe.

- You, too. - It's really funny.

Seriously. Paper cuts are a bitch.

Shut up.

Get

Fuck off. I hate you.

- Later. - Later.

FBI's here asking for you.

- Me? - What they said.

Send them in.

Counselor. I'm Agent Sylvia James.

Lucas Jones.

What can I do for you?

A few months ago, the bodies of Carl Rogers and Gwen Keating

were found in a shipping container

when it offloaded in Ho Chi Minh City.

They'd been shot.

You might've seen something about it on the news.

We traced the container's point of origin back to a warehouse

at the port of Long Beach.

And the data dump off the nearest cell tower

gave us your cell phone number.

Which was used to text an ex-LAPD detective

who was in another part of the port at the same time.

That is quite a coincidence.

Both of you so far off the beaten path in the same place at the same time.

The same day the container was loaded onto a ship bound for Vietnam?

We'd like to know what you were doing there.

You and Bosch.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

This is your chance to put your story on the record.

I have nothing to share with you either on or off the record.

You don't wanna talk to us, you can talk to the grand jury.

You're on notice not to destroy any files, documents, communications,

or any other records relating to this case.

To do so would be a violation of federal law.

You know the way out.

What did they want?

Just fishing.

Is this about Carl Rogers?

Apparently.

The gift that keeps on giving.

You don't seem unduly concerned.

They got a partial text which doesn't incriminate anyone.

Nobody talks to them or their grand jury.

Case dies from lack of oxygen.

Let me ask you something.

Did Rose or Ramirez get subpoenas, too?

Just me.

You think that's significant?

Maybe not.

I'll give Crate and Barrel a heads up. Mo, too.

Yeah, we have to assume they're watching and listening.

Well, that's a given and you did exactly what they wanted you to do.

Run straight to me.

Shit. Sorry.

Indicative of a guilty conscience.

Do you feel guilty about anything?

No, I do not. Not for a second.

Good. Neither do I.

You want me to hack into a law firm's protected files and communications?

Emails, texts, cell phone records.

Same firm that paid me way better than anybody else including you.

Does kablooie ring a bell?

Because your ass is on the line, too, brother.

Yeah, I'm acutely aware of that.

Look, I need to know who Rose and Ramirez are communicating with.

If one of them was cooperating,

we need to know what kind of leverage the Feds have.

What a colossal waste of time.

I'm only here because my insurance company says I must.

Were your car doors locked?

I was gone for less than five minutes.

I just ran in to make a quick return.

So, no. Where was the item?

In a bag on the front seat.

They take the bag, too?

They did.

Describe the stolen item.

Cartier art deco bracelet. Platinum and diamonds.

Vintage.

Value?

Thirty-five thousand dollars.

Replaceable?

It was a gift.