06x09 - Dark Sacred Night

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Harry.

Uh, you should've called.

I did.

Unwinding.

It's a long day.

Old friends? -I re... I really wish you would've called.

I did, twice. Left voice mail.

Well, it must be important then.

You drove all the way out here.

I think I found the guy that k*lled Daisy.

Okay.

Jesus.

You think?

It's him.

But I got to prove it.

Oh.

Well, uh...

...get back to me when you do.

Thanks for the update.

Hey. Whoa, whoa. Look.

Liz... what is this?

What are you doing here?

What does it look like?

I'm putting one foot in front of the other.

Okay.

Isn't that the f*cking miracle?

Going to work, going to meetings.

Coming home to an empty apartment.

Change is a process.

f*ck you.

What I've lost...

What I've done...

They don't have a f*cking clue.

And neither do you.

I should go back inside.

Hey, call your sponsor.

Go home, Harry.

I was recently approached by a drug dealer.

Something of a kingpin.

A Dominican fellow.

Thought I might be interested in a business opportunity.

To deal dr*gs?

To use my charity to launder his l'argent.

Clean his filthy cash.

So, what did you say to him?

What could I say?

No, of course.

So, what am I doing here?

I am an honest citizen.

It is my duty to report this man to the law.

You have a name?

Felix Mariama.

I'll look into it.

Merci. Oh, one more thing.

I know the names of the men who k*lled your two detectives.

I'm listening.

John Winston and Robert Marvel.

My cover's blown.

No doubt.

And my f*cking CI k*lled your cops.

Mm-hmm.

sh*t.

You believe him?

He wouldn't do this if he couldn't deliver.

Betraying people when expedient.

Trading information.

It's what Avril does, how he survives.

It's a big risk.

Jakes could flip on him.

Who's gonna believe the word of two cop K*llers?

Be sober, be vigilant.

The devil walks among you seeking someone to devour.

I don't know what that means.

We got to be very careful with this m*therf*cker.

Okay.

Let's dial in RHD.

See what we can salvage.

Already put in a call.

You let me know when and where.

Hey.

Your-your request only just landed.

New suspect for the Daisy Clayton partial.

Well, how soon do you need it? Now.

Look, even if I wasn't swamped... peer reviews, supervisor review...

How long?

A-A week, maybe.

Daisy was 14, Wanda.

r*ped, m*rder*d and bleached.

Then he put her on display.

sh*t.

Won't be enough for an arrest.

Might be enough for a search warrant.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Defense is arguing there wasn't probable cause for a wiretap.

Didn't the judge already decide there was when she gave us a warrant? Chandler's saying I misled her.

Attacking your judgement, at the very least, but both your names are on the warrant.

It was, uh...

Johnson and Moore, monitored the wire?

That's right. I may need them, as well.

I'm playing phone tag with Agent Reece.

Sobel wanted to see if the wire got results on Alicia Kent... it did.

Communication with her accomplice, Maxwell's identity.

None of this matters if ex ante the warrant was insufficient.

We have to re-establish that the standard was met.

Or Alicia Kent walks.

Let's go over exactly what evidence you cited to get this warrant.

Are you sure it's the same encampment?

Cole Avenue group, yeah.

They've migrated to Cahuenga.

It's hard to help people who don't want to help themselves, L.T.

I agree, but if we can eliminate the dr*gs and predatory individuals from these communities, then who knows?

Uh, speaking of predators.

Oh, Jack Killoran.

What about him?

Car czar made a cameo at the encampment while we were watching.

Complete with camera crew.

I'll let the chief know.

Lieutenant.

Sergeant Alvarez.

I felt the hoarfrost of Internal Affairs.

Mm-hmm.

How you think she's holding up?

L.T.? Hard to tell. Mm-hmm.

Fingers crossed.

And them?

Ice Station Zebra.

That was not a good movie.

No, it wasn't.

Uh-oh.

Detectives.

Ms. Chandler.

Counselor.

See you back at the station.

How's Maddie?

She's good, thanks for asking.

Oh, my office isn't the same without her.

Appreciate you giving her a taste of the other side.

I want her back next summer.

Halls of justice can always use another smart, spirited defense attorney.

Don't hold your breath.

Oh. Not her decision?

No, of course it is.

But?

Checks and balances, Harry.

The system won't work without the yin to law enforcement's yang.

Like Flores and Veronica Allen?

It isn't personal for me.

The way it is for you.

Maybe that's the problem.

Your partner says she has issues with a supervisor, you take it to a captain.

By the book.

Right, put me in a bind.

Well, your actions aren't under review.

Feels like they are.

You have witnessed your partner being made uncomfortable by Lieutenant Billets?

I have.

In your judgement inappropriate?

No. It was nothing.

Well, it bothered you enough that you told your partner.

I tell him a lot of things, riding around in the car.

I wasn't asking anybody to fix it, or even saying that it should be.

So you don't have any problems with Lieutenant Billets?

Nothing that needs departmental intervention.

Has the lieutenant or anyone put pressure on you to walk this back?

Absolutely not, no.

f*ck.

This whole thing has been blown out of proportion.

Okay.

Thank you.

Yesterday the cops made a big splashy sweep to clear out all these street people.

And today, they're back.

From not even two blocks over.

Operation Safe Sidewalks is whack-a-mole.

Naive, and not sustainable.

Look.

Homelessness is an epidemic.

And no question, we have to address it.

But this... this is a campaign stunt.

Brought to you by a police chief who has the manpower to waste on it.

This is not the answer this crisis needs.

And Chief Irving, God love him, is not the answer this city needs for mayor.

Glad you find this amusing.

Pretty slick, I'll give him that.

But revealing.

How so?

This early in the campaign?

The act of a desperate man.

A desperate man is a dangerous man.

How do you know it was Winston and Marvel?

They bragged about it.

Why would they do that?

Intimidation.

"See what we did to them?

Same for you, if you cross us."

So why didn't you tell this to Detective Edgar when he asked you if you knew who did it?

Corrupt policemen.

How should I know who to trust?

Well, what's changed?

Mariama.

The Jamaicans are forcing his criminal activity on me.

I'm trapped.

I'm scared.

I had to do something.

Mariama was arrested last night for a m*rder in K-town.

Ah.

That is good to hear.

So what is it you want for telling us this?

Nothing.

To be a good citizen.

To see justice done.

And... perhaps, be forgiven for my small mistakes.

Think I need a shower.

Yeah, you were right, Jerry. Real f*cking piece of work.

Twisting truth to his advantage is an art form for him.

If he knows you're DEA, why keep up the Mariama charade?

To f*ck with us.

I've lost my way in.

I say we wire him up.

Get the Jakes to incriminate themselves.

Dance with the devil.

I'm not seeing any alternatives.

All right.

Hey, Wanda. Yeah, Bosch.

Your suspect's prints are a possible match for your partial.

How possible? -Well, I usually like to have

16 minutiae plot points to say conclusively.

I found 11, no exclusions, so...

Likely, but not certain.

Right. -It'll do.

Thanks. -Hope that helps.

Put it on my tab. -Yeah, yeah.

Judge Wexler signed off on the search warrant.

We'll bang in on the warehouse tomorrow.

I'll be tied up with RHD.

This isn't Haiti, Jerry.

You'll get Avril on the rebound.

People have been saying that for 20 years.

No one's untouchable.

Right.

I wanted you to hear it from me first.

Haitian's gonna skate free for this, isn't he?

He's giving us the guys who k*lled Gary.

I'm sure of it. We get the g*ns, but not who pulled their trigger.

Dwight.

Haitian folklore, there's this dark-side spirit.

Ti Malis. He's a trickster.

Feeds on people's greed.

Stay clear of him, Dwight. For real this time.

He will.

Yeah. I hear you.

We got to take what we can. Not get greedy.

That you talking, or someone else?

You know what I miss the most?

His smile.

Ever since he knew how to, he'd flash that smile, and...

...whatever sh*t I felt just faded away.

I'm not done with him.

Hey. How was your night?

It was low-key.

Antonio on the night shift? Yeah.

Dad, what if I decided not to take my semester abroad?

Because of Antonio?

You know me better than that.

Just asking.

I want to take catch-up classes, so I can apply to law school.

Sounds like you made your choice.

Just a narrowing down.

You disappointed?

No. Not at all.

Your mom wanted to go to law school.

She never told me that.

True story.

Feds got to her first.

Hmm.

So, another summer working for Money Chandler?

I don't know. What do you think?

I think it's your decision.

Morning, Chief.

Jack Killoran.

What could we possibly need to talk about?

I don't know.

Bill Frank? His son Beto?

I'll text you time and place.

Who was that?

What? On the phone just now?

Oh, it was a robocall.

Edge.

Harry. Patrol's at his house, no answer.

Message service says he hasn't checked in. -So, all clear?

Get us inside, Sergeant.

Hey, guys.

Thanks for helping out. Oh, big sacrifice.

Yeah, CAPs desk will be chaos without us.

LAPD!

Clear! Clear!

Code 4.

Jesus.

Van's about the right vintage.

Registration's current. Mm.

You smell that?

Perfume.

He's active.

Get SID in here.

Yeah.

Harry? Yeah.

Looks like the one your vic got bleached in?

Very same.

She looked troubled.

I put my hand on her shoulder, like you would do to comfort a friend.

But you're her commanding officer.

Well, I find that it's sometimes effective to combine command and compassion.

Have you ever had an inappropriate workplace relationship, Lieutenant?

Is that in my file?

Between the lines.

Look at your record, there's got to be some reason you didn't make captain.

Stuck on the list.

Right. Well, Captain Cooper got his hand slapped for juking the Hollywood crime stats last year.

He did.

Any clue who leaked the story to the Times?

Maybe the lab'll get lucky with a hit on that fingernail.

Guy with easy access to biowaste disposal is not gonna leave much behind.

Ah, people get careless, do anything long enough.

Crims are here.

Oh, have 'em start at the back of the van.

There's evidence back there. Right.

This transmitter will get hot after about an hour.

I think he's worn one before.

Ah, don't worry.

Twou manti pafon.

Am I right?

The hole of lies isn't deep.

You'd know.

We just need them to say the magic words, Mr. Avril. Yeah.

Don't push them.

Bait them. I understand.

Detective Edgar comes from a family of heroes in Haiti.

Did you know that?

Save your bullshit for the Jakes.

Gracias.

Totally. Thanks. Yes.

Thank you.

Postmortem. This is Dillon.

Where?

Uh, scale of ten, what's the mess factor?

Okay.

Yep, yep. On my way.

Sloppy paperwork.

I took the heat so my staff wouldn't.

Lieutenant Thorne got the days.

Well, crime stats are his watch.

Must've been frustrating for you, though.

Someone inside tipped the Times.

Blood under the bridge.

I guess.

Well, there doesn't seem to be much in this 128, Captain.

I'm just following policy.

If anything, the filing of it feels punitive.

My hands were tied.

Pierce change his story?

What story?

Oh, obviously, she has everyone backing off now.

Sir?

We both know how this works.

Are you making a new allegation of misconduct by Lieutenant Billets?

No.

Okay. I mean, how would we ever prove it? Am I right?

I can put you in one of these babies at cost, Chief.

We have a first responder discount.

What can I do for you, Mr. Killoran?

Start by getting in.

There's something you need to see.

I apologize for the secrecy.

It's a sincere effort on my part to spare you embarrassment and shame.

From what?

From this.

Reporter from the Times pay you a visit?

He is an ambitious SOB, isn't he?

Well, I guess you gave him what he wanted.

It sounds like you did the right thing, Irv.

You protected the brand.

You saved a career.

It's just, you know, the appearance that you... did it for personal gain.

It's just... the optics are a bitch.

But suppose you dropped out of the race and endorsed me for mayor.

You could spin it any way you want.

Gonna spend time with your new family.

Whatever.

You do know this is a crime?

Hear me out. I want to see you get a second term as chief.

Finish all this great sh*t you started.

Such as?

You know.

I could arrest you right now for extortion.

Yeah, you could.

But if that audio goes viral, it might look like you're trying to silence me.

And you can't play social media the way you can a news story.

That sh*t takes on a life of its own.

Food for thought.

We could do great things together for the city, Irv.

As a team.

Uh, last name Dillon.

Detectives.

You must be Dillon. Yeah.

Is the crime scene upstairs? No. Right here.

All done?

Not quite yet.

We are now, though.

Where Remi?

Having a personal day.

Please.

What's this about, then?

Old business.

And new.

We need to speak about those detectives.

Marcos and Arias.

Not a problem anymore.

Should be talking back to business.

I hear rumors that you outsourced the k*lling.

What?

Hired local gangsters.

Took all the credit.

Who feeds you this bullshit?

If it's true, you're reckless.

And weak.

And tried to saddle me with the Dominican.

You've heard wrong.

Peut-être.

Still, maybe it's better that you find someone else to do your laundry now.

You just now come to this decision?

It's been a long time coming.

Marcos and Arias dead benefits us all, huh?

Mostly.

The cops, them would've squawk.

Maybe you will turn pigeon, too.

Your threats have no teeth.

Wait for the bite.

Yes.

I'll keep my eye out for the kids you will pay to come after me.

Come up behind on them.

Both sides of the car.

Cops were smiling.

Hmm.

Thinking we were their boys.

We k*ll them cops.

No one does it for us.

Perfect.

Boom. Boom.

Nothing changes.

Initiate. Initiate.

Down! On the ground!

See your hands!

Turn around!

Down on your knees!

Now!

Hands behind your head, interlace your fingers.

Face forward!

Turn around!

You lied to me.

I can see why.

Mattress in your old van.

Chain restraints.

Found prints down inside one of the floor seams where you probably didn't think to clean for them.

Broken fingernail.

She's in the NCIC database.

Runaway from Tulsa. 16.

Two months ago.

She your latest?

Pictures, names, hometowns.

Matter of time before we link you to every one of these girls.

But perfect setup, right?

Grab 'em off the street.

Do your thing.

Disappear the bodies.

You think I'm a serial k*ller?

No one's gonna bat an eye.

But I got to ask you a question.

You bring what's left to the commercial disposal outfit you use for work?

No, no, no, no. Y...

You've got it all wrong.

Hmm.

I heard you were one of the smart ones.

Educate me.

Those girls are all alive.

Not her.

I got an eyewitness.

Saw you pick her up the night she d*ed.

I might be able to help you with this one.

Mm-hmm.

And help you save Shara.

But you got to help me get a lawyer and a deal.

I don't think so.

There's this guy who buys girls.

He's got her right now.

Probably others.

But probably not for long.

Mr. Avril.

Nice to see you again, sir.

DDA Parker?

That's me.

Beckelman. State.

We talked on the phone.

How'd it go?

Good.

We have what we need.

For now.

Great.

We'll make him available to you, as required, going forward.

But LAPD and the DEA will need to back off.

As agreed.

What?

Your man is responsible for at least three in-country murders.

Detective. Detective.

Detective.

Whatever he did for us in Haiti...

He ran death squads.

You knew about this?

Figured it was coming.

Nothing you or me can do, J.

He's been grabbing runaways off the street, sexually assaulting them and then feeding them to a human trafficker.

Jesus. His lawyer floated self-defense, with Daisy.

Can you prove it wasn't?

Not with what I have.

He'll plead to manslaughter, tell us where his buyer keeps the girls.

You get ahold of the D.A. supervisor in Major Crimes?

Sending us a prosecutor.

Human Traffic Task Force standing by for the raid and rescue. All right.

We can use Edgewood's team. Pierce, Vega.

Blue suits as required.

Sorry to barge in.

Uh, Harry, Elizabeth Clayton's out front.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

I just wanted to apologize for the other night.

We caught him.

What?

We caught him.

Oh, sh*t.

Come inside.

Cup of coffee?

No. I can't.

I, uh, uh...

I-I got to go. I got to...

Bring your friend.

Did he confess to it?

It's complicated.

There's other girls.

Still alive.

You're gonna bargain?

With my daughter's k*ller?

I need him to admit he did it.

He thinks I've got more than I do.

If we can save a life, a life like Daisy's, it won't be for nothing.

No, it won't.

It won't.

She'd want that.

And he won't walk?

No.

How long?

Even with manslaughter, he'll get the max.

11 years.

How much of that will he do?

I thought I would feel different when this day came.

Irv?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're lying.

Just taking stock of what I have and what's important.

What happened?

I got a reality check.

Sounds ominous.

No.

More like a release.

L.T. Yes.

Uh, we good?

Yeah.

We're good, Detective.

Government said he's still an active asset.

Afraid of all the embarrassing sh*t he can sling from the inside of a cage.

They're gonna shield him from the crimes he's admitted to us.

What about the m*rder of Gary Wise?

Step forward, step back.

Nature of the f*cking job.

Hey.

Jerry, I just caught something you better see.

What is it?

Jerry. Drive-by?

Conniff. Conniff.

Late coming home.

Dwight's wife called Southside.

Tracked his phone.

Somebody with her?

Yeah.

We should put a car on the house.

I already took care of it.

This is Avril.

He was with you all day.

Yes, he was.

Perfect alibi.

Jerry... f*ck!

You're too close to this, brother.

Step away.

Let RHD do their thing.

Would you?