Bosch

Last season on Bosch...

Don't walk away from...

- Oh! - Hey! Hey!

Hey, Harry. How's it hanging?

- - Welcome back, partner.

A man named Anthony Allen was murdered over the weekend.

Ohh!

His body was discovered yesterday

in the trunk of his car above Mulholland.

When you're finished here, go notify the next of kin.

- Do we know who that is yet? - Veronica Allen.

Well, do you have a suspect?

We came up here to talk to Carl Nash,

but he's not at work today.

Why on earth would you want to speak with him?

He's become a person of interest in this case.

Not that you'd know this,

but he's got quite a checkered past.

My lawyer called.

Should be on the probate docket any day.

When exactly?

Soon. Just be patient.

Patience is my middle name.

These cases are 35 years old.

Doesn't matter. A friend of my mother's contacted me,

told me my mother went there the night she was murdered.

This is new information.

Who was he?

He called himself Mitch.

It's the only name I ever knew him by.

What about the detective? Do you remember his name?

- No, I... - Was it Caffrey?

John Caffrey?

Fox Mitchell was an alias, okay?

He was a snitch.

You didn't even talk to him off book?

I did the right thing. I asked Narcotics

to make him available for questioning.

That request was denied.

So you just laid down on it.

So what's going on at home?

I don't know.

Mom and Reggie were arguing a lot,

and then all of a sudden he goes to Hong Kong.

There's been an officer-involved shooting.

I got a call to pick you up and bring you to the scene.

Oh, my boy.

In memory of your son,

and on behalf of a grateful city

and the Los Angeles Police Department.

You... killed him.

I can't stand to look at you.

I agreed to accept the position of Interim Chief of Police

to honor my son

and help lead the department out of this current crisis.

But I will not be accepting the job permanently,

no matter who wins the election.

You're just gonna walk away?

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Not without my fucking money.

You know, I'm calling the police.

No, you are not!

What happened?

He attacked me.

Woman: And how many times did you hit him?

Once or... or twice.

I don't... I don't really remember.

I was terrified.

- You feared for your life. - I did.

So is that enough?

- Bosch! - I'm good!

Aah!

Shit.

Arno Apperson,

also known as Fox Mitchell.

These are names I haven't heard in a long time.

What are you looking at him for?

Murder of Marjorie Lowe,

my mother.

Jesus.

You tied Apperson to your mother's murder?

No, he did it. And this department,

the D.A.'s office protected him afterward,

put him in the Relocation Program.

I want to know where he is.

I'll see what I can find out.

What's up, man?

I'm looking for Big Wave Dave. He around?

He's been dead a while now.

This him?

Yeah. Dave Arenson.

Shit.

Fuck.

Fuck.

All right. All right.

Shit.

Male newscaster: Returning from the national picture,

with 80% of the vote counted,

incumbent mayor Hector Ramos has an 11-point lead

over Republican challenger District Attorney Rick O'Shea.

Female newscaster: Some observers believe.

O'Shea's bid for the city's top job

was fatally damaged a year ago

by the video that showed him

ordering the shackles removed

from a murder suspect who then escaped custody,

shooting a prosecutor

and wounding a police detective.

There are still two years remaining

to O'Shea's term as District Attorney,

but the once rising star

appears to be at a crossroads in his career.

Think you've had enough.

Fuck you I've had enough.

I'll tell you when I've had enough.

Got no call to cut me off long as he's buying.

Pour yourself one.

It's on him.

That okay with you?

Why the fuck not?

- Jesse: There you go. - That's good.

From Atwater Village to Arlington Heights,

from Highland Park to the Hollywood Hills,

- From Sylmar to South L.A... -

the people of Los Angeles

have sent a message, a strong message, that...

- Bosch. - This is Webster at Rampart.

Sorry to bother you so late,

but I got Ed Gunn here again.

What do you want me to do with him?

Keep him awake till I get there.

I'm on my way.

Conscious when I called you.

I swear.

- What's this mutt to you? - Cold case.

Serial killer.

No shit.

Him?

Who'd he kill? Some other rummies?

Couple young women, back in the day.

Gonna book him?

The sheriffs don't want him.

We'll frick him in the morning,

soon as he's sober.

I'll be back before that happens.

I need a word.

- - Enter the code.

8979.

- This it? - Yeah, this is it.

Right here.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

Where are your keys?

Wait a minute. I got them.

All right.

Oh, you got 'em?

Okay. Good. Come on.

- Okay. - Come on. Thank you.

- Morning. - Morning.

Breakfast?

I'll grab something at school.

You look nice.

Thanks.

I got court today.

But tired.

Up late watching the returns.

Presidential election?

Dad, don't be a derp.

I'm totally putting you on. I even know who won.

Uh-huh. I'm gonna quiz you on that later.

I'm gonna be able to vote next year.

Oof. That's a terrifying thought.

And when are you gonna let me get my license?

Hmm. Significantly more terrifying thought.

I have my permit. You can teach me.

Whoa. Hat trick. You're on a roll.

Maddie: But you already testified.

No, the defense lawyer reserved their cross examination

until the end of their case.

- Do you think she'll get off? - Might.

Can't predict juries.

And you're sure she did it?

Beyond a reasonable doubt.

You're gonna say that?

I can only answer the questions they ask me

truthfully.

- Uch. - What?

You were doing so well.

I'm gonna quit again.

I promise.

Soon.

I want you to see this.

Okay?

You shouldn't litter.

You said you wanted me to stop.

I... I just stopped. You saw it.

For real this time? You promise?