06x04 - Part of the Deal

[bunniefuu]

Almost done? Just about.

Take your break when you finish.

Will do.

Elizabeth Clayton. As I live and breathe.

You said I could call any time.

Been a minute. How are you?

Everything okay?

Still sober, if you're asking.

Good to hear. What's up?

I saw a guy today at the store.

I'm not sure, but he looked like this friend of Daisy's.

Got a name?

Alex something.

I wrote down his license plate.

Unless it's connected to the case, I really can't...

He might know what happened to her.

May take me a few days to get back to you.

I'll text you the number.

You haven't forgotten about her, have you, Harry?

Not for a day.

Stanley Kent had a separate account.

Opened it last spring.

That's when he hired the P.I.

Paid him in May, again in June.

What else?

Two purchases from Cerberus Pro.

GPS tracker, and a picture frame with a hidden micro spy cam.

To keep tabs on his wife. Send me pics of both.

Roger that.

Same thing, all four doors.

All good?

It's good.

Chief?

You threw my people under the bus.

It was taken out of context.

"LAPD responded with unnecessary and disproportionate use of force"?

You're not the only one catching flak.

Internet's on fire. "Ruby Ridge and Waco all over again."

Your agents acted with reckless disregard.

Given the circumstances, they reacted appropriately.

Really? Well, I've got a wounded officer in the hospital who would disagree.

Don't you ever scapegoat my department again.

You believe this sh*t?

I need to see our friend.

I'll call him.

Talk medicine, not politics. Politics was off-limits.

Look, I'm a Democrat. Stan was a libertarian.

How far right? This side of Genghis Khan.

Anti-government. Less is more, least is best.

We agreed to disagree.

He hated paying taxes. Don't we all?

Wondering if he ever paid taxes on this.

What's it for?

Hmm. A surgical sponge.

Disposable, cheap to make, widely used.

And Alicia Kent holds the patent on this?

Mm. PhD from Stanford.

Came up with a simple, brilliant idea.

Before or after she married Kent?

Before.

She retired early on her royalties.

It's a golden spigot.

He have a share?

Fifty-fifty.

Generous of her.

He signed a prenup.

Marriage lasted longer than five years... which it did...

He'd be fully vested, which he was.

So most of their money was hers.

Stan's practice was successful, but his wife's dough put them in a whole 'nother bracket.

That cause friction at home?

Something wasn't right.

I asked if everything was okay.

He would change the subject.

He ever mention hiring a private investigator?

A private eye? No, God, no.

Did he think Alicia was having an affair?

What about him? He ever stray?

He'd have been a fool to do so.

The prenup had a morals clause.

He violated that, he would have never seen another penny.

Chief, the Marcos and Arias task force...

I want in.

Well, have you spoken to Lieutenant Billets?

She okayed it.

Reached out to Captain Garwood.

So what's the problem? I'm being slow-walked.

And you want me to intervene?

Yes, sir.

Why so interested?

A local businessman from Haiti, Jacques Avril.

I believe he ordered the m*rder of my C.I. and used Marcos and Arias to set it up.

Dwight Wise's son.

Marcos and Arias were on Avril's pad.

We were closing in on them. They were a liability.

I believe Avril took them off the board.

I worry this is too personal for you.

I speak the language. I know the people.

I can help.

All right. I'll talk to Garwood.

Thank you, Chief.

Her robe was in the closet.

I brought it to her.

And yet there it is on the chair.

What if this photo was staged? What if her story's bullshit?

She k*lled her husband?

With her lover and made it all about the cesium and the sovereigns.

Why not just get a divorce?

Her patent's a money machine, but it's community property.

She didn't want to share.

That's cold. That's motive.

Start night of.

She was tied up twice...

Once for the demand photo and then again later for the rescue.

That's where they blew it with the robe.

She pull the trigger? Her lover.

Sends Kent the photo, meets him at the Overlook, murders him, then plants her car at Waylon's shop, goes back to the house, ties her up again.

We find her the next day, she gives us the 308 tattoo.

That and her stolen car. And the missing cesium.

Sends us down the wrong road chasing a bunch of alt-right loons that had nothing to do with it.

The m*rder w*apon at the Strout house, how'd it get there?

I got an idea on that. She get her cell phone back yet?

I had patrol drop it off.

Perfect.

A tap on Alicia Kent?

She's conspiring with someone.

Someone with access and opportunity.

Not sure I like what you're implying.

You think this will fly with the judge?

It's a coin toss. The framework is there.

Good luck with Judge Sobel.

Thank you, sir.

Come on.

Art Pepper. Hm.

He's got a song on this album that he wrote for his daughter.

He wrote it because he wasn't around much when she was growing up. My dad used to play it for me.

So you can relate?

Song's about you?

Used to be. Not anymore.

I'd like to meet him. Art Pepper? He's dead.

No, your dad.

Mister Old School.

Really? Yeah.

We should all grab a bite sometime.

He's not the most social person.

I suck at small talk myself, so maybe we'll just sit in silence.

In that case, he might actually like you.

And that'd be a surprise?

I'm gonna get this. You don't have a turntable.

I'll buy one.

Got plans tonight? Get this wiretap signed, walk my dog. Thrilling.

You're like a monk in a monastery up on that hill.

I dig wearing those robes.

I've noticed that you and Bennett have become rather chummy these days. No comment.

I thought so. Catch you tomorrow.

All right, partner. Have a good one.

The deep state let you go.

Detective Harry Bosch.

Badge number 2997. Get his plate.

That's enough.

Clear out so I can exit.

Not even pretending to be a free citizen today, Detective?

Registration's almost expired.

Clear the driveway so I can exit.

No seat belt. Damn shame.

Hope your daughter wears hers.

What did you say?

Young lady in her prime, whole life ahead of her.

Get this, get this.

The f*ck did you just say? Harry!

Back the f*ck up.

You mention my daughter again and they'll be scraping you off the pavement with a f*cking spatula.

Come on, man, he's not even worth it.

Don't give 'em the satisfaction.

Get the f*ck out of here.

Go. f*cking pig.

So fire department won't go in without a police escort.

Yeah, pussies.

Just 'cause the entire city's in flames.

I know, right?

Least little riot. Alex.

Uh, we'll do another lap, and, uh, turn the A/C up a little, will you?

I love this place.

Red jackets.

Hundred years old, still standing.

Like you.

f*ck you.

Where was I?

Running convoy for the fire trucks.

Fifth fire of the night.

Nickerson Gardens.

They're throwing this sh*t in the street, you know, trash cans, tires.

So the motherless fucks can take a pot sh*t at you when you have to stop. Which they do.

Fish in a barrel. b*ll*ts start flying.

Rounds are dinging off the hood, so I slam it into reverse.

Your partner? Hiding under the dashboard.

One round hits, whole f*cking car vibrates like a gong.

You know, we were laughing our ass off about it, but... we make it around the corner, stop to take a look. We were sh*t to sh*t.

Lightbar blown to bits.

And the round?

Went through my door, through the seat, missed my liver by inches.

That is so lucky.

Luck of the Irish.

I mean, your liver's got to be the size of a watermelon.

f*ck you.

That's ridiculous.

Leave my liver out of this, will you?

A little thin on probable cause, Detective.

Mrs. Kent conspired with a federal agent?

The demand photo was staged, Your Honor, I can attest to that.

Alicia Kent gave us information about the Three Oh Eights clearly meant to steer the investigation.

Doesn't mean she got that information from a federal agent.

She intersected with the FBI several times in the months before her husband's m*rder.

Safety protocols for Dr. Kent, briefings about who might target him for his access to nuclear materials.

If you make a case off of this wiretap, it lands in my courtroom.

I'm aware of that, Your Honor.

I don't want to find out that I've been misled in any way.

I'll throw this case out quicker than you can say, "Jack Robinson."

Understood. I hope you do.

This probable cause is so thin, I'm not gonna give you the two weeks you requested.

Your Honor? 72 hours.

If you come up with something, I'll extend it.

If not, you shut this down.

72 hours, Detective.

Thank you, Your Honor.

♪ ♪

Ask you a question?

The night you were sh*t at, scare you?

Shitless.

Never felt so much alive. Oh. See, that's the mentality. People don't get that.

Ryano, you okay?

You don't look so good.

f*ck.

Hey, what's going on?

f*ck! I got a truck on me.

I'm gonna get you some help. I've got this.

Hold on. Hold on, Ryano.

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Wow. Look at all this.

Coffee's on the table.

Sit.

It's not Du-par's, but...

Looks great. Thank you.

Why do I feel like I'm the one being buttered up here?

What? I can't make breakfast for my dad?

Of course you can.

And thank you.

Uh, listen, uh, I had a run-in with the sovereigns at the station last night.

What happened? The usual.

Uh, nothing of concern, but if someone approaches you, you get trolled online, you feel threatened in any way, I want you to tell me, okay?

Okay. I will.

So...

Antonio wants to meet you.

You made pancakes to ask me that?

What do you think?

I usually get the distinct impression I embarrass you.

Sometimes.

Sure. Okay.

Why not? Great.

Just... don't say anything offensive, please.

I promise to chew with my mouth closed, nod my head in all the right places.

Thank you.

Testing visual for reference.

Target number one.

Confirmed. Houston, we are wired for sight and sound.

They say the next few days are critical.

He's in good hands.

Thanks for checking in. Hey, listen.

You tell that ornery S.O.B. I'll visit him soon.

I will.

Thank you, Harry.

Okay. Bye.

How is he?

Uh...

Long night.

Fingers crossed.

f*ck this.

Be here 12 hours on my ass.

Have leg cramps.

Uh, wear pressure stockings.

I do.

You all right?

See him go down like that?

No.

H-He'll, he'll pull through.

Light a candle.

Don't they usually put it under the wheel well?

Well, in the movies, they do. With a magnet.

Bunch of bullshit. It is?

First of all, a magnet would knock down the signal.

Batteries die. You need a power source.

The easiest way is the juice line to the brake lights.

Runs the length of the car.

It's always hot.

The law almost always taps the wire to the brake lights.

Which, lo and behold, they have done.

What you want me to do with it?

Leave it.

Let them think they know where I am.

Calacatta Gold.

Italian. Thought you had the Carrara marble backsplash.

The Calacatta is a more classic look.

Brian would divorce me if I spent that kind of money.

Hey, handsome. How's it going?

So far, bubkes.

Long night, huh?

Endless.

You okay?

Not really.

You have to go see him, Harry.

I know. I plan to.

The grieving widow Kent does quite a bit of texting.

Yeah, juicy stuff probably won't happen until the wee hours.

Let's stir the f*cking pot, shall we?

Hmm.

Shake, rattle and roll.

No sugar, right?

Yes.

Thank you.

So, how can I help you, Detective?

When we close a big case like this, there's a press conference.

We usually like to display pictures.

Helps put a face to the victim.

Those pictures, can we borrow a few?

I could've had them delivered. Saved you the trip.

No trouble.

Before I go, one last question.

You didn't mention your patent.

Which one?

The one that made you rich.

Well, why would I? How is that relevant?

Money could be motive.

Cesium was the motive.

Right.

All right.

Thanks for your time.

Brenner.

Hey, it's me.

Is this a bad time? Hold on, let me close my door.

Go ahead.

That detective was here again.

Bingo.

"Felix Mariama"?

Thought I was meeting with Mr. Avril.

He's busy.

So am I.

I didn't come here to talk to anybody but the boss.

Sorry you wasted your time.

Give him a message. I'm listening.

I move a lot of product.

Mr. Avril has a select client list.

It'll be worth his while.

So why come to us?

What's wrong with your current situation?

My guy got greedy.

Hmm.

Always such a temptation.

So much sugar every day.

So sweet.

So sticky. Irresistible.

Now his widow runs the business.

And I need a new partner.

Reece. We need to meet.

In the middle of something. Can you come by?

Can't talk at your office and this is not a phone conversation.

Where?

His lieutenant took the meeting.

We knew there'd be layers.

This might take a while.

Slow and steady wins the race.

What's your gut?

I think they'll take the hook.

How's your legend? Impeccable.

Koreatown m*rder a few months ago?

Massage parlor robbery?

Couple of knuckleheads k*lled the owner.

Felix Mariama was behind that.

It doesn't mean anything. She can explain that away.

A sovereign hung the robe up after taking the photo.

Or her accomplice/lover did.

A sovereign makes more sense than a secret law enforcement lover.

I dropped by her house earlier today to rattle her cage.

Thought we were working this case together.

You should also know we're up on her phone.

Coming awfully close to undermining a federal investigation, Detective.

Know who she called when I left?

Jack Brenner.

Brenner and Alicia Kent? Seriously?

This case was never about domestic terrorism.

It's about a m*rder.

Who benefits? Alicia Kent gets to keep her fortune, Brenner gets Alicia.

And with the sovereigns down, he scores a career win, too.

There was a massage parlor m*rder last spring that fits.

Koreatown.

Are the police investigating?

Case remains open.

Continye.

Keep looking.

Got a moment?

Come in.

Just had an interesting conversation with Detective Bosch.

About?

He says Alicia Kent might've had something to do with her husband's m*rder.

What makes him say that?

He believes she was having an affair.

And that she and her lover k*lled Kent and framed the sovereigns.

Who's her lover?

Bosch thinks law enforcement.

Because?

Had to be someone with access and opportunity to plant the m*rder w*apon at the Strout house.

Does he have proof?

Nothing concrete. Yet.

So speculation.

He's up on her phone.

And we're just learning about it now?

It surprised me, too.

He comes to you again on this... let me know.

Sir.

Check out this baby.

Damn.

Camera's tiny.

Battery might be fried.

Not if it's motion activated.

No SD card. What does that mean?

If it recorded any footage, the data's not stored on this device.

Where is it, then?

Could be in the cloud.

Offsite storage. I'll get into it.

Ballistics?

They recovered two .45s at the scene.

Gunmen tossed and walked away.

You'll love this: from the same batch of g*ns Marcos and Arias stole from evidence and sold back on the streets.

Reap what you sow.

Perfect "f*ck you."

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

Where's my daughter?

She stepped out to make some calls.

You need anything?

Hooker. Bottle of tequila.

We can make TJ in under two.

Start the car. I'll run out in my gown.

Been here long?

Nah.

I talked to your doctor.

Just a stent.

Could have been worse.

You could be dead.

I'm fine.

It's time to make some changes.

You, too, now?

f*ck you.

You're gonna go on a diet, take your pills, exercise.

Another assh*le walking the mall at 7:00 a.m.

I'll join you.

I'm sorry you're going through this, pal.

Hey, man.

It's part of the deal.

Start you guys off with some drinks?

I'm thinking the Ultimate Margarita.

Can I see some I.D.?

I left it in my car.

Dad'll vouch.

I'll have a Coke.

Gentlemen?

Fat Tire, please.

Same. Thank you.

Really, nice try.

Eventful week, huh?

-Never a dull moment. Same with your job. -Yeah.

I like the challenge. Every day is different.

Oh, I get that.

We went over to the Record Parlour.

Checked out some vinyl. Nice.

Fred Morgan.

The comeback stuff after prison. It's pretty cool.

You mean Frank Morgan?

Yeah. Frank Morgan.

Sorry. I've actually never heard a note by Frank Morgan.

Really?

Maddie says you really like jazz, so I googled it.

I'm not very good at small talk.

Thanks.

By the way, I don't trust anyone who is.

She coached you, didn't she? Told you to order a Fat Tire.

Plead the Fifth.

Smart man.

To Fred Morgan.

Problem?

No problem.

You seem disappointed.

Give you a car full of money.

And that's your money back.

That's half my money back.

50 cents on the dollar. You know the deal.

Still a damn racket.

So there is a problem.

Another satisfied customer.

Chief.

It appears you've stirred up a hornet's nest.

Wiretap's working.

Jack Brenner would like you to stand down.

What did you say? I thanked him for the call.

Told him I'd look into it.

And?

Keep the pressure on, Detective.

Yes, sir.

Till she cracks.

I ran the plate.

This your guy?

God.

It is.

Alex Sands.

Who is he?

Daisy's boyfriend.

He isn't in the m*rder book.

Did you mention him to the cops?

I thought I did. I gave them a bunch of names.

Friends she ran with.

Street kids.

You said he might know what happened to her.

She was staying with him at the end.

They were together a lot.

Know anything about their relationship?

How he treated her?

It's not like we had a lot of mother-daughter time.

You know, getting our nails done, talking about boys. Oh, right.

You gonna talk to him?

I'll look into it.

Ever since I saw him, she's been on my mind.

You'd think after all this time...

You need to talk to your sponsor.

I did.

I dreamed of her last night.

It was the first time in God knows how long.

After she d*ed, she was in my dreams all the time.

It's weird...

when you lose someone and then, eventually, as time goes by, you just don't dream about them much anymore.

You know what I mean?

I-I do.

Do you dream much?

Not so much.

Eh...

Hardly ever.

Once in a while.

Do you... remember them when you do?

Never.