04x10 - Book of the Unclaimed Dead

[bunniefuu]

Round-trip, how long?

Walker could have hustled here and back inside of 20 minutes.

I chased a suspect into that old Red Car depot once.

I thought the tunnels were blocked off.

Well, they are.

Right here, below Angels Flight.

By these foundations they sunk in to put up these glass castles.

This is the old emergency exit.

Where I came up.

Check it out.

Huh.

We still need hard evidence, Harry.

I think he ditched the g*n on his walk back, then busted up the aforementioned burner phone he used to text Elias with.

Phone, g*n... two very different things.

Got to put the nine in Walker's hand.

Anything less than that, that p*ssy O'Shea, he'll punt.

Bosch. Bosch, Moy. We think we found our sh**t.

You have people inside?

Yeah. No sign of him.

But his vehicle's still parked out back.

What's he doing here?

Got a tip our suspect's been laying low at his girlfriend's.

Hit the door, but he was gone.

Girl said Eddie got a call around noon, borrowed her car, texted two hours later he was hanging here.

Meeting somebody.

Got support so we can go in?

Yeah, but this is a follow-away caper, Bosch.

Watch and wait. He's one guy.

You play pool?

Always wanted to learn.

Bosch! sh*t!

Hands up! Turn around! Face the wall.

Move to the table!

Now! Let's go!

What's he saying? Beats me.

Get on the f*cking table. Cut it out.

I know you speak English.

Huh?

Turn around.

That's not Chinese.

You're making a fool of yourself.

This one.

Was he here?

They were or they weren't. Yes or no.

Eddie was here.

Then the other man came in, solo.

They didn't talk.

After a while, the other guy goes out back.

Few minutes later, Eddie says he's going home.

This the girlfriend's ride?

Yeah.

Clear.

Harry.

Get one of your guys to pop the hatch.

Someone's cleaning house.

That's your card, Harry. Yeah.

This guy's arrogance is unbelievable.

This is Bosch. Still got eyes on Shiwei Chen?

Hold him.

There's the gate.

Assholes.

Bosch!

Hey...

Bosch! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Can't let you do it, Harry. Can't even let him see you.

This guy's responsible for at least two murders!

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

Nah, it's all taken care of.

No.

I got it all covered. Yep. Okay.

Let 'em go.

Come on, give us some space.

Who is he? Just what he said.

High-level MSS agent, consular cover.

Son of some party bigwig.

A princeling, corrupt or gone rogue.

He was running a money dump from China.

Parking cash in local banks for God knows what kind of financial terror. You just let him walk?

Fly. And no, we didn't.

I don't think the president could have kept Chen here without an international incident.

We tail him back to Shanghai, see who he answers to back there.

When his bosses realize how completely he's failed and exposed them, then...

Whatever they do to him is worse than anything you or I could ever imagine.

And that offers comfort to me? My daughter?

Eleanor Wish was instrumental in bringing down a major foreign thr*at to our country.

She gave her life for it.

I should think that's something that you'd want to honor.

You assholes got her k*lled.

Whoa! Bosch!

Hey, hey, Bosch. Ow.

Okay, stop!

Stop. Let him go.

Son of a bitch.

Okay, I don't blame you.

So I'm gonna let this one slide.

Get him out of my sight.

Come on.

You're wrong.

Griffin put his reputation on the line for her.

What is this? If I'm wrong, this is your boss' phone, you can just give it back to him.

But if I'm right, you'll find that he sent a photo that Eleanor took at the poker game and gave it to a Chinese intermediary... who exposed it to the man who had Eleanor k*lled.

We found his number on Eleanor's cell.

Backtracked the texts from the call log.

Maybe he didn't realize how dangerous Chen was when he sent it, but Griffin poked a hornets' nest to see what flew out.

It was two assassins on a motorcycle.

This is f*cked up.

I don't know about you, Chuck, but for me... a special agent like that shouldn't be in charge of anything.

Are you gonna go after him?

The Feds said the Chinese government will take care of it.

Do you believe them?

His cover's blown, he's exposed a covert operation and everyone connected to it.

I want to.

It's impossible to say for sure.

But the guys who...

They're dead.

I don't want you going anywhere for a while.

Same here.

How did you figure out she was here?

City has a ledger with a list of names of unclaimed dead.

Goes back more than a hundred years.

They keep the ashes for a while.

Nobody shows up to pay the fee...

Sacred ground.

Yeah.

Still... I'd rather be anywhere but here.

So it goes, Mads.

So it goes.

Hey.

I can't take them at all today... I'm sorry.

All right. Task force.

We're scrambling on a new lead.

I'll make it up to you tonight.

Don't. Don't do that.

Do what? -Make a promise you might break.

We've been there. I don't want to go back.

It'd be a lot easier if we were in the same house.

I'll go tell 'em.

No.

Let's just get this out instead of dancing around it.

Jerry, I'm not interested in getting back together.

We are back together.

When we want to be. When we don't, you have your life, I have mine.

What kind of a family is that?

What kind was it when you slept around and got us divorced to begin with?

I didn't mean it like that. Yes, you did.

Sorry.

We're good, J.

Here's where we are, and I like how we are.

If this is about my work, I told you...

No, you want to quit, go ahead.

It's not gonna change how I feel.

You don't know that.

The cop is who you are.

It's why I love you, and why I can't be with you all the time.

What if I want more?

I'll be sad. But I've been sad before.

We still have kids to raise.

In each other's lives, this way or another.

Go on, Jerry.

Be safe, and let me know when you come up for air.

Whatever you decide.

When you're old and lonely, you'll be begging me to drive you everywhere. There's Uber.

You have that rule about not paying for anything with your phone.

Taxis still take cash.

Yeah, sure. Somebody's got to keep them in business.

I'm going.

Chapman.

I told them.

It was Mom who made me apply, but I'm going because I want to.

What I think doesn't factor?

I know what you think.

Usually.

You're in a language that I understand.

I guess that's a compliment.

Don't get all weepy on me, Dad.

How old are your kids?

Seven, five and one.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Thank you, hon. Ah.

Ooh, that's a lot of food.

You know, you don't think of salmon croquettes as a breakfast meat, but on a bad day these babies make me smile.

You got a lot of bad days?

Homicides are down.

Assaults, property crimes are up.

Our clearance rate could be better.

We're not glamorous, like Hollywood, but we get the job done.

Might want to bring some people.

Couple of D-one spots opening up.

Just got to schedule the oral.

I know there's some dust in my past, but...

It's mostly a formality at this point, considering the glowing rec we got on you.

Billets. I'll miss her.

She's top-drawer.

It was Terry Drake put you over the top.

Yeah, he said RHD made a huge mistake not taking you.

Drake.

Any problem you coming on next month?

Commissioner. You promised us Bosch wouldn't flinch if it came to charging a cop.

Bosch can't force the DA to file.

Maybe it's time to consider letting another detective take the lead on this.

And what would you have him do differently?

Been there, done that, Irv.

I've been talking to the other commissioners, and we... I'm told immigration found our River Watch arson suspect yesterday.

Bondigas... on your job site.

Anonymous tip.

Your detectives must be pleased.

Well, they never got to talk to him.

Expedited deportation of known felons.

Well, at least he won't be committing any more crimes up here.

No, he won't.

Only a handful of people knew we were looking for him.

And LAPD doesn't share business with ICE.

You shared it with me.

Yes, I did.

Irv, immigration is picking up criminals every day.

When Detective Bosch does bring his case to the DA, whoever he determines did this, it will stick.

Rest assured.

May be too late for the city.

The city will survive.

You, me, the mayor... we're just passing through.

And Bosch?

The city could use more like him.

I wish I had your confidence in his abilities.

No, you don't.

Not sure how late we'll work tonight.

Did Jerry leave you a copy of Mom's phone stuff?

Actually, I know he did, because I heard you two talking.

What about it?

Can I go through it?

Pictures...

I don't know... messages.

There might be something there she didn't want you to see.

She didn't want me to see her dead.

That came out wrong.

And I don't think so.

I lived with her a lot longer than you.

Yeah, you did.

There's a flash drive. I know where it is.

Detective work.

I didn't want to take it without asking.

Appreciate that.

Love you.

Love you back.

No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace!

Damn it.

Mayor Ramos is coming to the protest.

I just got the call.

Bet the chief is thrilled about that.

Irving woke me up this morning.

He's already walking back his stake in this.

Elias? Walker.

Chief likes to play a long game.

You don't do this by the book, Harry, it's not just your neck, it's gonna be mine.

Now you're talking like a real captain, Lieutenant.

And you're talking like man about to let a personal vendetta destroy his career.

Well, I guess we'll just have to see how that shakes out, won't we?

sh*t.

Pierce, Task Force gets a pass on the unis today. -I know.

But my patrol buddies are on the line today.

If you can spare me in here, I'd like to be out there with them.

You talk to your partner about it?

No answer; don't know where he is.

I left word.

Okay. When it's over, just...

I will.

Thanks, Harry. Sure.

Good morning.

You going through that stuff again?

Where would a man who likes to keep things close keep the most important thing he's had in a long, long time?

Ms. Cooke?

Hi. Jun Park.

Chief Irving sends his apologies, he won't be coming.

Oh. Okay. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

No. I should get going.

I'm covering the protest in Hollywood.

I don't want to be... -N-No, they make great coffee here.

Irvin said that you like a cappuccino, so I, uh, took the liberty of ordering you one.

And how... how would he know that?

Can I ask exactly what your relationship with...

So what I'm about to tell you is, of course, not for attribution, but you can consider it well-informed.

Would you mind turning off your phone?

So much for the chief trusting me.

He wants to trust you.

He likes to be cautious.

First thing.

You should look into whether the mayor and the police commission are applying pressure to remove the lead detective from the Elias case.

Why?

The evidence doesn't add up to Sheehan committing the crime.

And LAPD won't file charges on an innocent man.

Not for attribution.

Second thing.

You might want to start doing background on the cozy relationship between Bradley Walker and the mayor.

Campaign contributions, building variances.

Favorable treatment.

It's all in the public record, if you know where to look.

But somehow tied together by the Elias case?

You're the reporter.

You haven't tried your coffee.

Mmm.

This is good.

Yeah.

What do you want? Uh, give me diet.

Diet. -Yeah. Think his mom fixed it.

Hey, listen, my apologies for Angel's Flight.

I was dead wrong about that.

All right, well, apology accepted.

And I'm not the kind of man that holds a grudge.

Yeah, you and Bosch had that sixth sense that Sheehan didn't k*ll the man.

I didn't trust it.

Yeah, well...

...here's to hoping that that's the only thing I have in common with Harry Bosch.

Red, green.

You mix 'em: feliz Navidad.

They call it Christmas.

I wasn't a very good partner, was I?

Eh, you did right by me.

Now you're gonna get your three-spot at Newton.

Run your own unit.

Terry, I got to ask, back at Rampart, when you got caught up and flipped, gave testimony against Perez and the others...

Bad cops.

I don't lose a wink of sleep over it.

Yeah, but what made you so damn sure I would cover for you?

Even when everyone started to say that it was me who was the rat.

It's the character of a man I value most.

And you can pick them.

Me.

Sheehan.

Yeah, well, he paid a terrible price for a thing he didn't do.

Black Guardian?

He says he did.

The gospel according to Harry Bosch?

Elias had a video of what went down in the bathroom.

Hidden camera.

All these years, telling myself you were different than the Rampart guys you ratted out.

I was dumb.

That's what I'm most sorry for.

If I'd've turned you in, maybe none of this ever happens.

You see this?

RHD must be pissed. Tough sh*t.

Crate and Barrel have been walking that road a long time.

You talk to the jury consultant?

Ms. Duncan remembers Elias started wearing the ring a few weeks ago.

Told her it was a reminder of the man he wanted to be.

You mind if I...?

How are we doing?

Stuck.

Yeah. Got a minute?

Sure.

L.T. too lazy to poke her head in?

She's in w*r mode.

This really doesn't even look like a piece of jewelry.

The bevel, here, on the inside?

It's just weird.

Come in.

Close the door.

Has Bosch told you what's been going on with Walker?

I mean, not this case.

Last three months. While you were out.

Well, what does that mean, Mr. I-Don't-Believe- In-Coincidence?

What?

You got a quarter on you?

Mine's newer.

They put the states on the back now instead of the eagle.

Front and back, the design should match up.

Vertical symmetry.

Top, bottom.

Back and front are skewed.

sh*t.

f*ck me.

We've had it right here all along.

No, we didn't. You haven't seen this.

Bosch... You want to make detective?

You want to have a long career?

No one can know we found this.

I can take care of myself.

Then do it. You got an adapter?

Yeah.

Set me up on your laptop, then go take a break.

You know I'm right.

Just let me watch it.

Watch what?

Harry thinks Walker k*lled his mother. -And he can't prove it.

He just keeps running around in circles, stalking the man.

I mean, one dead end after another.

We can't let him go off the rails on this.

You tell him that?

You talk to him about Gunn?

I did. How'd that go?

Walker did Elias, L.T.

There's no doubt in my mind. All right.

Solve that crime then, J. Edgar.

We will. -Without letting Bosch confuse it or compromise it because of something that may or may not have happened in the past.

Sometimes the big boys can't see around their egos.

You make it sound so simple.

Simple isn't wrong. Attention to detail.

Look big, think small.

Bike, g*n, stolen phone.

A tone poem.

Hey. Hey.

What'd I miss?

Nothing.

Got to go deal with Maddie.

She all right? Yeah.

Might take some time.

Go. Me and Snyder will go back through the call logs, try to find a Walker and Lincoln thread.

Later. Yup.

Where's Bosch going?

Family issue.

Oh.

Well, this was a bust.

Chief.

Bosch, I'm on my way to Hollywood.

Mayor wants to show support for the peaceful protestors.

I heard. Good luck with that.

I was hoping to discuss where we stand with Walker.

He's still guilty is where we stand.

Any progress with the m*rder w*apon?

Working it.

And the video?

What about it?

If... when you locate it, I want to be informed so we can decide how best to proceed.

Like with Bondigas?

Make it go away for the greater good?

Detective, one could argue you have the confirmation you wanted on River Watch.

At the cost of the witness I need.

A man found once can be found again.

Focus on proving Walker for Elias.

I am. But the video?

Belongs to the man who paid for it.

Now, my client says the last time he saw you, you assaulted him.

May have stumbled when I opened the door.

What do you want?

We're missing somebody.

You had the cop who tortured me and you let him f*cking go.

He didn't k*ll Howard Elias.

What he did to you is why I'm here.

Yeah, right. Blue brotherhood, right?

Detective.

Ms. Chandler.

Okay we come inside to talk?

I don't want a cop in my house.

Fair enough.

You know what this is.

And you found this among your boss's personal possessions when I returned them.

It's Howard's magic b*llet.

Keep me out of it.

But however it goes down, I'll need you to confirm the chip exists for my m*rder case.

I can do that. -Have you looked at what's on it?

Protected work product. I wouldn't dare.

Hey, looked at what?

Mr. Harris, what those cops did to you was wrong.

And you think this sets sh*t right?

No, I do not.

People keep telling me, "Mike, you gonna cash in. You hit the lottery."

It's bullshit.

Money can't buy me my balance back or stop this noise in my head, to not wake up screaming.

No, it can't.

But you've got the proof you need.

Settle with the city, go to trial, whatever you want...

'cause it's never gonna be enough.

Might come close.

Bosch.

Thought I had you all figured out.

Work around your Special Master conflict.

Mr. Kaplan could use a second chair.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace. No justice, no peace.

A thousand people? In their dreams.

Where is everybody?

Sheehan getting released?

Maybe that, uh, took the steam out of yelling at where he isn't.

Nah, it's on account that you sacked up and showed these pussies that we're serious, Lieutenant.

Mm-hmm. Like I told you.

The fire b*mb didn't figure into my thinking at all.

I'll consider that a thank you.

No justice, no peace.

Oh, sh*t.

They must be getting hungry.

Chief Irving.

Chief, this is Grace Billets at Hollywood.

I thought you'd want to know that the protest turnout is a little soft.

Well, how soft?

Maybe a hundred people, including the news crews and the cops.

Only takes one individual with bad intent.

Copy that.

I mean, tell the mayor. Maybe you can turn him around.

It's not gonna be very much of a photo op.

I'll reach out, but don't stand down.

All this circumstantial evidence is not gonna get it done.

We need the g*n. Okay, sure.

But in the meantime, we need to get this guy out of his comfort zone.

The pretext call.

I think we still got Lincoln's phone.

I'll get the warrant started.

But if Walker doesn't take the bait, couldn't he use that against us at trial?

A man under pressure is a man who makes mistakes.

sh*t. Took the phone.

What? Harry took the damn phone.

Most people don't realize Los Angeles has been here for a thousand years.

Native tribes used to call it Yang-na, "poison oak place."

Find that more accurate than City of Angels sometimes.

Maybe it's both.

I'm gonna take a walk.

Clear my head.

My father was a corrupt son of a bitch, but he taught me what it means to be steward of a legacy, to hold history in your hands.

"Rise above," he would tell me.

"Rise above the fray."

Pick me up at Pershing.

I won't be long.

Hey, Jerry.

Maddie. Do you know where your dad is?

You can't call him?

He's working something.

I'd just rather know where he is.

Are you asking me to track down my dad?

Sure. Can you?

He made me download an app on our phones.

Serves him right.

He's downtown.

Looks like Olive and 5th.

Perfect. Thanks.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace. No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace. No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace. No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace. No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

Getting out, sir?

Not just yet.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace. What the f*ck, Jen?

What the f*ck is this?

Well, they've seen you.

You've got to get out.

Jen. Just... just say some words of support. Keep it simple.

There's nobody here.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

Uh-oh.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

We'll get the cameras in close.

We'll squeeze people to one side of that barricade behind you.

The crowd will seem much bigger than this.

I don't even see whatshername, the Justice Now poster girl.

No. I'm not wearing that. I'll look like Dukakis in the helmet.

Jen!

The Times's Laura Cooke just broke a story about Councilman Clark...

Mayor! -...funneling campaign contributions to you from the Walker Foundation.

That was all aboveboard.

A week before the election, two days before Bradley Walker got his building variance from the city.

That was all...

Mr. Mayor! Any comment on the allegations?

Mr. Mayor!

No justice, no peace.

No justice, no peace.

Pull up alongside the mayor, Sergeant.

Hector.

Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!

Any reactions to the story in the L.A. Times?

Police.

Drop your w*apon.

Detective Harry Bosch.

No backup?

Drop the w*apon.

sh**t me, Harry. That's what you want to do.

You're the cop who makes his own rules.

Finds his own justice.

FID will clear you.

Surely.

I have a loaded w*apon.

Here's your chance.

And make it easy for you?

You're good for the murders of Howard Elias and Lanny Johnson.

Then there's Caffrey, the other victims of the River Watch arson.

And Marjorie Lowe.

I have no idea who you're talking about.

City Hotel, 1978.

She was a call girl.

You strangled her.

Left her in a Dumpster.

You're greedy, Bosch.

Just do it. A man's got to be accountable for what he's done.

Death cheats the system.

And I'm gonna make sure you spend the rest of your f*cking life in Pelican Bay solitary.

You won't do well in prison.

Elias broke our contract.

We had a business arrangement.

Out of nowhere, he decides to destroy my ability to get funding for development.

Everything my foundation has done, my family name.

Drop the w*apon, Walker.

Forget the rest of them.

There's only one m*rder that matters to you, right?

And the only satisfaction you'll get for that is k*lling me.

Anything else, I feel I'd be cheating you.

Drop the f*cking g*n.

Drop it.

Get on your knees.

Put your hands on your head.

Here we are.

No.

Here you are.

Just say it.

That you k*lled her.

You know, some people are the guardians of progress.

We build the cities, we... we walk you to the future.

Sometimes, other people...

...get in the way.

Marjorie Lowe was a whore.

She knew the game.

I paid her for certain services, things went awry.

She was my mother.

She was a whore who let them take her son away.

You m*rder*d my mother, you pig.

I did.

Sorry.

J. Edgar, you heard that?

I heard it, Harry.

It's not admissible.

Securing the w*apon.

He had a g*n to my head, you saw it.

Cuff him, call it in.

I didn't fire, Jerry.

I know.

m*rder w*apon in his hand.

We have him dead to rights for Elias.

I want a lawyer.

You heard everything?

All I need.

It's done.