02x01 - Trunk Music

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An LAPD homicide detective works to solve the m*rder of a 13-year-old boy while standing trial in federal court for the m*rder of a serial k*ller.
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02x01 - Trunk Music

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Last season on "Bosch"...

Freeze!

Detective, how many people have you k*lled?

I don't know.

The department exonerated you.

It was a good sh**ting.

Have you been to see her yet?

Harry, Vegas is a four-hour drive.

Hey, Maddie.

30 seconds in, you're already accusing me of being a bad parent.

That's a cold plate, partner.

You put it in correctly?

Yeah, man, light him up.

[siren chirps]

This is my vehicle. Those are my plates.

sh*t! Hey!

Let's start off with an easy one.

Who's the dead guy in the van?

When Officer Pierce and Irving Junior pulled over this Waits character, apparently, Irving deliberately punched in the wrong plate number.

Even if I don't use my influence on your behalf, just the fact you're my son, others will, and that can be tricky for both of us.

I hear you've tentatively identified the Laurel Canyon victim.

His name was Arthur Delacroix. He was 12 years old.

Waits confessed to k*lling him.

O'Shea's planning to run for mayor.

So this Waits case? Pure political Viagra for him.

Mr. Waits is gonna direct us to the crime scenes, and we will be on top of his every move.

Maybe we should loosen his shackles.

We don't need a lawsuit here.

No f*ckin' way.

Bosch, just do it!

sh*t!

[g*nshots]

Harry, don't!

sh*ts fired! Officer down!

My partner is in foot pursuit and his direction of travel is unknown.

We're in the L.A. river at 6th street.

Tell me you got it.

I got it, yeah, but he took the card.

Who took the card?

O'Shea.

You keep the video under wraps, I win the election, you're the next chief of police.

I'm the monument.

Me! Me!

I'm tired of your bullshit.

Why don't you do something about it.

Don't walk away from--

How could you let him get to you like that?

He put his hands on me first.

Layla: How did it go? Did you talk to him yet?

What did he say? What's gonna happen?

Gonna be okay, baby. I talked to the man himself.

So you talked to him this morning?

Last night.

He's gonna talk to Lucky?

He said he'd take care of it.

How do you know? Are you sure?

He said he'd take care of it, he'll take care of it--

Can you make sure? Tony?

Tony!

Gotta go, baby. I'll call you later.

Thank you for stopping.

Need help?

I don't have my phone.

Do you think you could call me a tow?

What happened?

I don't know.

It just quit.

[chuckles]

No problem. I'll call Triple A.

Thank you.

[grunts]

♪♪ [theme]

♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
♪ I got a feeling that I can't let go ♪
♪ I can't let go ♪
♪ I feel ♪

[dog barking]

[panting]

[buzzing]

[phone ringtone playing]

Hey, Maddie. I'm in the middle of shaving. Call you back in five?

Okay. Dad?

Yeah?

Lose the sideburns. You look like a hobo.

A hobo? Where'd you hear that word?

It's retro. From the Great Recession.

And the mustache, too.

And the mustache?

I kind of like it.

Seventies p*rn star? Hello?

Yeah. Okay. Call you back.

Bye.

Bye.

[buzzing]

Better?

Awesome. You look way younger.

[laughs]

Listen. I'm just on my way out the door.

I know. I was calling to wish you luck.

Thanks. That's really thoughtful of you.

Have a good day, Dad.

You, too.

Bye.

♪♪ [jazz]

♪♪ [continues]

Hey, Harry, how's it hanging?

Hey, Barrel.

Seen Edgar?

Just got here.

Lieutenant's looking for him.

I'll let him know.

Coffee? I'm gonna grab one.

No, thanks.

Hey, Harry.

J. Edgar.

Billets is looking for you.

So I hear.

Listen, you're ever interested in selling your place, I got a buyer.

Not interested.

Serious inquiry.

Non-starter.

I mean, I wouldn't live up there, but some folks like sticking a finger in Mother Nature's eye.

Hi, Jerry Edgar, I'm calling for Charisse.

You'd think I went out for a pack of f*cking cigarettes.

Oh, you assholes. f*ck you guys.

Boom!

[laughter]

Welcome back, partner.

Had you going, didn't we.

Yeah, you did.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, buddy.

You couldn't do better than that?

dr*gs clouded my mental acuity.

But, hey, I am back, sharp as ever.

That's a low bar.

Harry Bosch?

Now I feel like I'm at home.

Chilton Hardy, career sex offender.

Serial r*pist, graduated to serial r*pe m*rder.

Jerry and Ig have been working the case.

We think he's good for about a dozen more.

California, Nevada.

We got a line on this guy?

Ig's got a line on Hardy's father. Panorama City.

We're headed out there now to talk to him. See what he knows.

Panorama City. Doesn't get any better than that.

I want you to go with them.

We can handle it, Lieutenant.

They can handle it, Lieutenant.

Tag along, Bosch.

First day back. Get your feet wet.

Oh, I am loving the enthusiasm, guys.

Bosch?

Yes?

You're gonna need these.

Try to hang onto them this time.

Thanks.

[dog barking]

I'm looking for the panorama.

I just don't see it.

This was all orange trees.

After the w*r, tore out the groves, put in tract homes for GI's.

American Dream.

Every man a house, a car, and a garage to put it in.

Edgar and I will handle the interview.

Counting on it.

I haven't seen Chilton in years.

Don't know where he is, don't give a sh*t.

He in some kind of trouble again?

We just wanna talk to your son.

His name came up in an investigation.

I'm gonna take a look around.

Don't you need a warrant? He ain't here.

Can he just do that?

Edgar: Apparently.

When was the last time you talked to your son?

Hardy: Last time he got out of the joint.

Must have been going on eight years ago.

Edgar: What'd he want?

Hardy: Money. [chuckles]

I told him to go suck on somebody else's tit.

Edgar: Where'd he call from?

Hardy: Tucson, maybe.

[continues, indistinct]

[dog barking]

I don't know why he turned out the way he did.

I blame his mother.

Find what you were looking for?

I told you he wasn't here.

You haven't told us where he is.

How many times I got to tell you? I don't know.

I think you do.

Harassing a sick old man.

How sick are you, Mr. Hardy?

Excuse me?

I say, how sick are you?

Real sick, you dumb sh*t. Look around!

Oxygen, wheelchair bound.

That's right.

sh*t!

Hardy: Damn it!

Chilton Hardy. Hook him up. He's all yours.

Freeze, assh*le. You're under arrest.

sh*t! Damn it!

Keys!

[both grunt]

[groans]

Hold still, assh*le.

[straining]

Cuffs.

f*ck you.

Shut up, assh*le.

Damn, Harry. You're pretty good for an old man.

You been taking PEDs?

[chuckles]

You gotta get in shape, J. Edgar.

Work on your cardio.

You gotta get some different shoes.

Can't run in those roach K*llers.

How often do I have to run?

Get up.

Serious.

Stand up.

[groans]

Damn it.

[siren chirps]

Ow!

Ow.

Think you can handle him now?

Friendly fella, your ex-partner.

Ex?

Mank.

Captain.

Detective Bosch.

Captain.

First day back, Billets tells me you already bagged a bad guy.

No. That was Edgar and Ferras.

I was just along for the ride.

Good man, Mank. Friend of yours.

Lucky he saw Captain Pounds grab you first, huh?

And wasn't afraid to say so.

You think maybe you over-reacted?

No, sir. I don't.

All right, Bosch.

You do your job, keep your cool. We'll get along.

[chuckles]

That seemed to go well.

Oh, yeah.

Officer Friendly.

All right. Not warm and fuzzy.

But on the plus side, not Pounds.

Where'd Pounds land, anyway?

You're not gonna believe it, Harry.

Art Theft Detail.

You're right. I don't believe it.

f*ck does he know about art?

He knows what he likes.

[chuckles] You're the worst.

Harry.

He give it up yet?

Just letting him marinate.

Probably find his old man buried underneath the floorboards.

[chuckles] I expect so. Grab some lunch?

Something I got to do.

I'd like you both to be there.

Short notice.

The optics would enhance the value of your endorsements enormously.

I preach on Sunday.

The perfect venue. Right after morning services.

And with your family ties to Greater Page and the West Adams neighborhood--

I'll save a pew down front for both of you.

And your wives.

I trust there will be a full house.

You don't have to worry about that.

When I preach, standing room only.

Thank you both so much.

To the next mayor of Los Angeles.

Here, here.

[glasses clink]

Who signed Raynard Waits out of custody at the jail that day?

I did.

Who was the ranking LAPD officer at the scene?

I was.

By whose authority?

Deputy Chief Irving.

Chief Irving put you in charge.

Yes.

Made you responsible for Waits' custody on this so-called field trip?

Yes.

And security.

Yes.

When you arrived at the abandoned factory, who loosened Waits' shackles?

I did.

Under protest.

I was ordered to do so by the District Attorney.

Just answer the question put to you, Detective.

Who ordered Detective Moore to re-cuff Mr. Waits?

I did.

And when Detective Moore did that, what happened?

Waits seized his w*apon and sh*t him.

sh*t and wounded Detective Moore.

Yes.

And then sh*t and k*lled Deputy District Attorney Lou Escobar.

Yes.

Ask you something, Wash?

Chief?

Who you gonna vote for next election for Mayor?

You do vote.

Yes, sir. You still endorsing O'Shea?

Told him I was.

I'm for him if you are.

I want you to vote your conscience.

He still gonna make you Chief?

Says he is.

Then I'm voting for him.

Doesn't mean he will.

I'll just have to roll the dice on that.

Yeah. Me, too.

What do you hear from his Grand Jury?

My friend got transferred.

Officer Pierce?

[helicopter passes overhead]

[exhales]

[phone ringtone plays]

Hey, sweetheart.

Hey. How was your day?

I helped catch a bad guy.

You didn't sh**t him, did you?

No.

Good.

'Cause I did not want to see you on the Internet. "k*ller Cop."

Did you get those LPs I sent you?

Yeah. I really love the Grace Kelly one.

She's playing here next week. I might go see her.

I could come out and go with you.

Well, you could come out, but you couldn't go with me.

You're not twenty one.

Ugh. That sucks.

Yeah, it does. How are things?

Okay. A little weird actually.

Reggie left all of a sudden on a business trip to Hong Kong.

Everything all right?

I guess.

I asked Mom when he'd be back, and she was like, "I don't know."

Is she there? Can I talk to her?

She's at the casino.

You're there all alone?

Dad, I'm fifteen.

When's she coming home?

She said by midnight. Do you want her to call you?

Midnight?

Dad, chillax.

It's normal. Like every night.

Do you want her to call you or not?

No, I'm gonna crash. It's been a long day.

Just tell her I called.

Okay, when're you coming out to Vegas?

Soon. Promise.

When are you coming to LA?

Soon. Promise.

And everything's okay with your mom and Reggie?

As far as I know.

'Kay.

Talk soon. I love you.

I love you, too. Bye.

Six-L-Thirty-Four.

Woman: Six-L-Thirty-Four, go.

I have a vehicle illegally parked and cited two days ago.

Requesting OPG tow my location, 16500 Mulholland, silver Bentley, California license.

Six-L-thirty-four, copy that.

Oh. [exhales]

Six-L-Thirty-Four.

Six-L-Thirty-Four, go.

Yeah, I'm gonna need a supervisor here.

[phone ringing]

Bosch.

Hey, you know Fire Station 109, up Mulholland?

Yeah. Off Laurel Canyon.

Yeah, that's the one.

A patrol just found a body in the trunk of a car.

Looks like it's been there a couple days.

So I'm thinking it's nice and ripe by now.

Billets is on her way. She asked me to call you.

It's all hands on deck, Harry.

You want me to call Edgar and Ferras?

No, I'll call Edgar.

Ferras?

Forget Ferras.
You wrote the ticket Sunday.

Somebody called in a complaint.

What brought you back here today?

Another complaint the car was still here.

I came to ticket and tow. And I smelled it.

Why didn't you glove up? You knew what it was.

I should have. I know, I f*cked up, all right?

Yeah, you did. You also trampled all over my crime scene.

SID's gonna have to photo and print your boots.

I oughta make you take 'em off and give 'em to me right now.

You want me to unlace 'em? You just say the word, detective.

Work the perimeter. Take the crime scene log.

Think you can do that?

Yeah, I think I can do that.

Those six months really mellowed you out, Harry.

There's a limit to what you can let slide.

Even these days.

The Neanderthal who called it in?

You mean Officer Powers?

We're gonna have to print his shoes to eliminate him.

Dipshit.

I missed you, Harry.

What I said.

We have footprints leading away from the driver's side.

We have tire tracks from a second vehicle.

No blood. Dollars to doughnuts, k*lled somewhere else, dumped in his trunk, and driven here.

Look at you. You're getting a feel for this homicide thing, Lieutenant.

Might just work out for you.

Bosch.

Why didn't you call me?

That's on the watch commander.

Lieutenant? Is this how it's gonna be?

Detective Ferras? Go find some uniforms and walk the shoulders a mile in each direction.

See if the bad guys tossed anything on their way outta Dodge.

Take Officer Powers with you.

You can make an effort, you know.

He's the one with the chip on his shoulder.

I'm gonna find him a new partner.

You're back with Edgar.

Hey.

Don't I get a say in this?

f*ck you.

Where's Kiz? I haven't seen her. Is she on vacation?

She transferred two months ago.

Pacific Division.

How long? Ballpark?

Based on the condition of the body?

Three days, maybe.

Sometime Saturday night?

It's been warm, so the decomp's intense.

Oh!

What a p*ssy.

Smell is particulate. You know that, right, Lieutenant?

That's pure rotten dead guy we're breathing.

[chuckles] All yours, gentlemen.

[camera shutter clicks]

No obvious exit wounds.

Small caliber, probably.

His wallet.

Hotel bill. Anthony Allen.

Spent the week in Vegas at the Mirage, checked out this past Saturday.

They comped his room. Hit the minibar pretty hard.

Valet parking.

So he had a car.

This one or a rental.

Looks like five, six hundred bucks here.

That's a legit Rolex.

Ain't no knock off, brother, that's the real deal.

Scares me you know that.

Fancy address. Hidden Highlands.

Car's leased to Anthony Allen, El Presidente, TNA Productions.

Cahuenga Boulevard.

TNA Productions?

It's p*rn.

We don't know that.

Could be his initials. Tony N. Allen?

What's the N stand for? Nookie?

[chuckles] I'll call the dealer, see if it has a GPS tracker on it.

These high end leases, they like to keep tabs.

Classic mob hit, Harry. Small caliber, no robbery, victim's body in the trunk of his own car.

Plus p*rn.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Bottle of Maker's Mark. It's a double tap twenty-two.

Young lady, when you inventory the wallet, I'm gonna need copies of that snap.

Okay.

Did you find his phone?

Nope.

Thanks.

Smells like O.C. to me.

Trunk music.

Trunk music, exactly.

I'll reach out to Vice. See if they got anything on him.

Divide and conquer. I'll call my guy at Major Crimes.

Okay, thanks.

Anything from O.C.?

They told me to call Vice.

I'm on hold with Vice.

Detective?

Hold up.

Yeah?

Anthony Allen is a p*rn.

TNA Productions.

We thought he might be. Mobbed up?

We don't have anything on that.

Have you called Major Crimes?

They said to call you. Anything else?

He sh**t his movies outside L.A.County so his performers don't have to use condoms.

Good to know.

You might call the Health Department.

They might have an extensive file on this guy.

Okay. Thanks.

LAPD.

One hand doesn't know what the other hand's doing.

Welcome to my world. When you're finished here, go notify the next of kin.

Do we know who that is, yet?

Veronica Allen.

The widow.

All right.

I'll send Crate and Barrel to get a search warrant for the offices.

They'll meet you there once you've talked to Mrs. Allen.

Time to feed the beast.

That is pretty. What is it?

Oh, I don't know. Just musing.

How'd your lunch go yesterday?

Lunch was civil. On the surface.

When do you go public?

Sunday.

Greater Page Temple.

Oh.

You and Reverend Ott.

Matching black bookends.

Good optics, so I'm told.

You're invited, too.

Oh.

Well, I was looking for an excuse to get a new Sunday go to meeting hat.

[both chuckle]

Well, this would be it.

And the Mayor and Chief Tenzer?

Publicly disappointed. Privately pissed.

Will they retaliate?

If they win.

And if O'Shea wins?

He'll either bury the Grand Jury report, or use it to bury me.

You have the video.

He'll be Mayor.

And after his Grand Jury lays the blame on the LAPD.

What are you hearing from the Courthouse?

Not a damn thing.

I thought you had a source.

It dried up. I don't even know if George has testified yet.

What's that for?

I've been meaning to thank you.

For getting our son off the street.

Command track is where he belongs.

Yeah, following in his father's footsteps.

I like that.

And I sleep better at night.

♪♪ [piano]

♪♪

Happy hour.

Happy happy hour.

Extra happy hour.

You want another?

No, I'm good.

Well, I'm gonna have one. Hey, sweetheart.

One more of these?

And the check.

Oh, oh, that's good.

Just like that.

Oh, yeah. Just like that.

Makin' memories.

Uh, huh. I think this one's gonna be this year's Christmas card.

What the f*ck? Who are you?

LAPD.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

This is the part where you can get dressed, Yum-Yum.

Thank you very much.

Anytime.

Oh, sh*t.

Sorry, baby.

f*ck.

Oh, sh*t. Timothy Jackson.

Alta Avenue. Santa Monica?

You gonna arrest me?

We should.

How much do you want?

That just upped the ante.

With the Solicitation and now the Bribery?

We just went from a misdemeanor to a felony right there.

Yeah, maybe we call your wife.

Get her email, we can send her these.

How much, God damn it?

How much has he got in there?

Look like five brand-new Benjamins.

Take it.

Oh, we will. Thank you.

I'm also thinking some sort of like monthly storage fee.

Storage fee?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

To protect these babies? You know, up there in the cloud.

That is a smart move. You always gotta back up your pics.

See you soon, Sugar.

Stay out of trouble.

Why do you need that?

Insurance.

Case you get to thinking about filing a complaint.

I won't.

We know.

[laughs] Have a nice day, sir.

Here.

I'm gonna hit the head.

All right. I'm gonna pull the car around.

All right.

[phone ringtone plays]

Yeah.

No, he did good.

Yeah. Didn't flinch.

Edgar: Spends the week in Vegas.

Checks out of his hotel Saturday.

Drives or flies back to L.A.

Is k*lled Saturday night.

Maybe he was k*lled in Vegas.

They drove him back to L.A.?

Yeah, the K*llers. In the trunk of his own car.

Why would they do that?

Keep the body out of Vegas.

To have it investigated by a couple of dumb-ass LA homicide detectives instead of some razor sharp Vegas dicks.

sh*t, I don't know, Harry, I'm just running through some permutations.

Here's another. Where's his luggage?

Week in Vegas. Oughta have luggage.

K*llers stole it.

So they stole his dirty laundry and left his wallet and Rolex?

Okay. He stopped by his house, dropped his bags, and went out again.

Should've stayed home.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Yes, sir.

We're here to see Veronica Allen.

Everything okay?

Just let her know we're here, will you, Mr. Nash.

Detective Nash. I was on the job.

I thought you looked familiar.

You, too. Bosch, right?

Yeah.

Carl Nash.

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember you.

This is my partner, Jerry Edgar.

Van Nuys, mostly.

I talked to you about a case.

That family from Sherman Oaks.

Right.

Yeah.

You in charge here?

Yeah, I run security for the property.

I got a couple LAPD guys on staff.

Retired?

Some.

Some moonlighters. It's a state of the art set-up.

Cameras everywhere, total coverage.

Remote control. You can punch in on a pimple.

You know rich people.

[chuckles] No, I don't.

Hey, can you make that call for me?

Yeah, let me do that.

I'm gonna have to escort you up.

Company policy. You can follow me. Yeah? All right.

Hey.

Have you seen Tony Allen recently?

Been awhile. Week before last?

He's out of town a lot.

How about last Saturday night?

I was off.

Check the tapes?

They're not tapes anymore.

I could. But if you had a warrant.

Let me make that call.

Whatever happened to professional courtesy?

Cameras everywhere.

I'll bet they got cameras on the damn birds.

What're they so afraid of?

Beats me.

Maybe losing what they got?

So this guy was Homicide? How'd he end up here?

Got jammed up by IA, on some petty bullshit.

Had to resign. Went from working murders to working the gate for a bunch of rich people.

Talk about losing what you got.

Thanks, Carl.

It's good to see you, Harry.

Tony went to Las Vegas frequently for business.

Did he always drive?

He didn't like to fly.

Oh, who does these days?

What kind of business was your husband in?

Movie producer.

TNA Productions?

Just like it sounds.

Softcore?

Hard.

Why Vegas? Why so often?

Casting.

He liked strippers for his films.

Fresh faces.

They got strippers in L.A.

And he liked to gamble.

Did you see him on Saturday?

I didn't even know he was back.

His plans were always open-ended.

Is it possible he might have come by while you were out?

Dropped his bags.

No, I was here all night. Why?

I didn't find any luggage.

It must have been stolen. He always packed a suitcase for Vegas.

A black Tumi.

We didn't find his cell phone, either.

I assume he had one.

Of course.

We're gonna need that number, pull his records.

When's the last time you spoke with him?

He called mid-week to tell me he was extending his stay.

I assumed he was shacked up with his new girlfriend.

Your husband had a girlfriend?

Always.

One after the other.

You have a name?

Sorry. We didn't really talk about it.

How'd you know it was a new one?

He would always stay longer when he had a new lollipop.

Until he got tired of her.

It bother you?

We've been married a long time.

The gambling. He ever get in over his head?

Owe the wrong people money?

No.

Tony was a very cautious man. He always knew when to walk away.

Favorite casino?

The Mirage.

He stay there, too?

Mm-hmm.

What about a favorite strip club?

[chuckles] All of them.

So many strippers, so little time.

That was how we met.

He was casting his next film.

I gave him a lap dance and he fell in love.

I did one p*rn for him.

And then he married me and took me away from all that.

To this.

Edgar: Not exactly torn up about it.

Bosch: Maybe a bit too cool about the girlfriends?

Edgar: Maybe a bit.

Nash: Hey, you guys done?

Bosch: For now.

Still need to look at the footage from Saturday night.

And the gate log.

We'll make it all available.

Soon as you have the warrant.

Can't just take a quick look off the record?

Sorry, Harry, no can do. I'd lose my job.

If I knew I'd tell you. Like I said, I was off that night.

Understood. We'll be back tomorrow with a warrant.

We'll have it all ready for you.

What's this all about, anyway?

Tony Allen's body was found earlier today.

He was m*rder*d, probably Saturday night.

[whistles] No sh*t.

And she's a suspect?

You were a homicide detective.

You know the show.

Right, right.

Nearest and dearest, until proven otherwise.

Hey, uh, you want me to keep an eye on her?

See who comes and goes?

This whole state-of-the-art setup you got, hardly seems necessary --

You and me, we're old school, right?

Right.

The camera may see more than the naked eye, but the camera can't interpret what it sees.

Takes a detective to do that.

Right.

[chuckles] Can't hurt. Thanks.

Appreciate it.

Nash.

Have a good evening.

Maybe there isn't one.

Maybe.

[brief radio static]

[clicking]

Holy mackerel. How'd you do that?

[both chuckle]

I used to work in Narcotics.

Call Asset Forfeiture.

Right, thanks. See you in a few.

Crate and Barrel got the warrant.

They're waiting for us.

[phone rings]

Lieutenant?

How much?

f*ck.

Counted it twice.

I'll tell him.

What was that about?

They found a shitload of cash in Allen's car.

Secret compartment.

What's a shitload?

Two hundred and forty-five thousand dollars.

That's a shitload.

Yeah.

Here we go.

LAPD. We're with them.

There's a TNA guy standing by if you need him.

Chechen fella.

Chechen?

That's what he said.

He was here, working late.

This sh*t is 24/7.

p*rn never sleeps.

Speaking of sleep, we'll take it from here.

You are a gentleman and a scholar.

Enjoy.

Nu-huh.

If we're lucky, this thumb drive has the encryption info we need.

Bosch: Yeah?

CCU will be able to access his computer.

And if we're not lucky?

We're f*cked. Harris.

"Victim of the Night." R rated.

Mr. and Mrs. Allen did have some mainstream dreams.

Hard to leave that p*rn money behind.

For him.

She just did this one and quit.

Yep, so she says.

So she says.

Well, look at there.

That's a camera.

Kirill: You can see, nothing all weekend but Mexican lady, empties wastebasket.

Bosch: Any other surveillance cameras? Besides the one in his office?

Mr. A would not allow other cameras.

Worried about leakage.

Leakage?

Internet.

Unauthorized use material. Piracy.

Terrible.

[keyboard clicks]

Nothing Monday.

[keyboard clicking]

Now we are Tuesday.

Now we are tonight. This is you.

Bosch: Go to Saturday night.

What time did you leave here that night?

Late. Eleven-thirty. Was editing.

You didn't see Mr. Allen?

Told you, no.

Got to Saturday night. Eleven-thirty.

[keyboard clicking]

Wait. Stop. Go back.

Play it real time from there.

Holy sh*t. They're debugging the place.

Bosch: Okay, stop.

[keyboard clicks]

Zoom in?

See the time stamp?

Mm-hmm. Four-fifteen, Sunday morning.

That's the wee hours.

Let it play.

[mouse clicks]

Edgar: Pros. In and out in under a minute.

Allen's m*rder*d sometime Saturday night.

Four a.m. Sunday, somebody sweeps his office?

Edgar: Maybe there's video in other buildings.

Let's check the streets.
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