Bosch

I wish you could be there with us.

Miss you.

Hey, Brenner.

You don't call in a complaint about me straight to my chief.

Bone to pick, don't be a pussy. Come to me.

- Chain of command, Detective. - Bullshit.

Harassing a victim is bullshit.

The Kent case is closed.

- Craver murder isn't. - So go solve it.

And get out of our way.

Speaking of bullshit,

that file you sent us is Exhibit A.

He was your fucking C.I.

You got everything on Craver that isn't classified.

She call it in?

Woke up this morning to a "thud, thud, thudding" sound.

- She see anything? - Never got out of bed.

Looks like thudding to me.

Yeah.

Nothing of import. How much time we got left on this bad boy?

48 hours. Clock's ticking.

Listening as fast as I can.

How'd it go with Brenner?

Think I rattled his cage. Time will tell.

You know, Computer Crimes does this full-time.

Tech's digging into his laptop, phone, cloud.

Some of that's encrypted. I got these.

Who's that?

Daisy Clayton.

This won't be enough.

I'm shocked the judge gave you a wiretap.

We might get harder evidence from the hidden camera.

If you can ever locate the data.

And then again, you might not.

We need to lock her story down before the wire expires.

She feels us closing in, she might give up her partner.

You're confident her accomplice is a Fed?

Yes, sir.

This calls for more caution, not less.

Want us to brief the lieutenant?

- I'll take care of it. - Thank you, sir.

- Hey. - Hey.

Okay.

Well... quiet night.

Oh, saw Bad Day At Black Rock on my phone.

Robert Ryan owns the movie.

The Professionals?

Ah, best western cast this side of The Wild Bunch.

-Mm-hmm. -You've got Ryan, Lancaster, Lee Marvin,

- Jack Palance... - Claudia Cardinale.

Woody Strode...

Mm.

- Hey. - Hey.

Sean Terrion and Teddy Hobbs?

CAPs case you handled last summer?

Yeah. Frequent flyers.

Saw Mr. Hobbs just last week, in fact.

Naked Comes the Stranger.

So... more turf wars?

Hostile takeover.

- How hostile? - Lethal.

- Which one? - Terrion.

Head bashed in.

Where do we find Hobbs?

Sunset and Las Palmas.

Might be wise to hold off on paying out

on Mr. Kent's policy

until we finish our investigation.

Oh, happy to bring it to your attention. Any time.

You're welcome.

Who was that?

Kent's insurance company.

Nothing like a homicide investigation

- to gum up the works. - Exactly.

That'll get her attention.

Got to follow up on a lead on Daisy Clayton.

Let me know if the wire heats up.

Compensation for wrongful incarceration changed in 2016,

from a hundred dollars per day

- to $140... - Just give me the number.

- $500,000. - For ten years?

- Shit. - But...

- if the county owed you more... - Why would they?

A number of reasons.

Say the D.A. withheld exculpatory evidence.

- That means... - I know what exculpatory means.

Did they?

- We think they did. - What else?

For untreated medical issues, food poisoning, illness...

Pneumonia?

'Cause it's colder than ice cream on a bad tooth.

Or the guards failed to protect you

from a violent inmate.

This do?

Motherfucker shanked me in the yard.

That works.

What's the number?

Five to seven million.

- Minus your cut. - Minus my cut.

Which is?

- 30%. - Contingency.

Contingency. Absolutely.

Let's roll the dice.

Know what I'm saying?

Welcome to Bradco Kitchen and Bath.

Detective Bosch. LAPD.

- Alex Sands? - Yes.

Working a cold case. Maybe you can help.

A cold case?

About ten years ago.

Back in '09, a girl named Daisy Clayton.

I, uh... I thought they caught that guy.

They caught a serial killer. Not the one that killed her.

Oh, I just don't... I always thought it was the...

You were friends.

We were.

Her mother thinks you were more than that.

Just friends. That's it.

She was a couple years younger than me.

Took her under my wing.

Looked out for her.

We thought it was fun.

Running the streets.

Romantic.

Living on the edge.

Didn't turn out that way, did it?

No.

No, it didn't.

Thanks.

Shit.

Yeah, I know.

Okay.

Nobody's seen Hobbs.

What'd the D.A. want?

Body parts case.

We need to interview the defendant's cellmate

for the Special Circs memo.

- Where? - Kern.

- When? - Tomorrow.

Damn. We lose half a day.

What you gonna do?

Let's flag Hobbs on CHERS, maybe he pops up.

After what happened to Daisy, I quit the streets.

Cleaned up my act.

Where'd you go?

Home. Sacramento.

Scared straight.

How straight?

Well, look at me.

Uh, got a job, wife, kid.

Fuckin' minivan. Hmm.

Last time you saw Daisy?

Uh, that-that night.

- Night it happened. - Yeah, uh...

We had a spat and she split.

And I saw her... on Sunset.

Talking to some guy in a van.

She get in?

I don't know.

I assumed she was still pissed at me,

so I turned and walked away.

And I never saw her again.

What kind of van?

Oh, yeah, um...

white, maybe?

Uh... a-a panel truck.

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't think much of it.

That was Daisy's deal.

She work the street?

Oh, we all did.

One way or another.

After her murder, why didn't you talk to the cops?

I couldn't help her.

And it could've cost me, so...

What was I gonna say to the cops, anyway?

"Saw her get into a white van," for starters.

I didn't say I saw her get in.

You didn't have to.

- Donna says you got to eat. - Yeah.

Well, my sister still has her husband.

So she can feed it to him.

I'll just put this in the fridge. For now.

Did you think any more about what I asked you?

I have.

Yeah. The Feds destroyed my family.

They murdered my husband.

They bore false witness, blamed us.

I want hard justice, Ian.

For the ones who did it.

If you can't help me,

I'll find someone who can.

So, when should I reach out to Mrs. Kent?

Give her another day to stew.

Isn't that cutting it close? There's a clock on the wire.

We've got to find what we're looking for first.

Cooper didn't fill you in?

No, he did.

I was just double-checking.

Damn it.