Bosch

So when does Kennedy lower the boom?

We're meeting with Chandler this morning.

She'll be looking to renegotiate.

Won't she be surprised.

This Three Oh Eight video that dropped last night...

Nothing to worry about in my view.

They're still persons of interest in the Craver murder.

Got to follow every lead.

Tread lightly with these people.

Yes, sir.

He'll never do it. I know him.

You said he was practical. - Pig-headed.

It can't trace back to me.

You can use Stan's.

Chandler will try to get this suppressed.

Her chances?

Slim to none.

It's Honey Chandler. - Speak of the devil.

Send her in, please.

We went by the book. The tape will hold up.

"Conspiracy supersedes consent."

Please don't stand on my account.

- May I? For the record? - Go ahead.

Three days ago, Clifford Maxwell was killed by the FBI

as they attempted to take him into custody

for the murder of Stanley Kent.

- We won't revisit the plea deal. - Not asking you to.

Mrs. Kent is ready to accept the plea

and proceed immediately to sentencing.

In fact, we're pulling it.

- I'm sorry? - The plea agreement.

We're pulling it.

We have new evidence that your client

has been less than truthful in her proffer.

We're filing additional charges against her

for the murder of her husband.

What new evidence?

Come on, don't be coy. I'll get it in discovery.

We have Alicia Kent on tape planning her husband's murder

with her lover, FBI Agent Clifford Maxwell.

Hey, uh, everybody?

Guys? Ladies? Let's raise our glass.

A toast to Ryan Rodgers.

Ho! - Ho! That's right, a Native Son of the Golden West.

As Ryan-o liked to say,

you know, besides his drop-dead good looks,

he had something else in common with Robert Redford,

he was born and raised in the San Fernando Valley.

You know, back when it was still orange groves and lemon trees,

and woolly mammoths roamed the Earth... that kind of thing.

As a cop, he bled blue,

as his many awards and citations for valor will attest.

As a homicide detective, he distinguished himself

with his dogged dedication to the victims

and his tenacity in pursuing the perpetrators.

But above all, as a comrade and a friend,

Ryan Rodgers always had another tall tale to tell,

was always good for another round and always,

always...

always had your back.

To Ryan Rodgers, big man, big heart.

- Ryan-o! - Ryan-o!

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

LAPD's finest.

There's a reason all these old-school guys

are here to celebrate your dad.

Besides free drinks?

Yeah.

Ryan Rodgers was a cop's cop.

- Everybody mattered. - Except us.

That's not true, Melissa.

You and your mother are what mattered most of all.

Your dad just went through a rough patch.

Oldest story in the book.

The family takes the hit, always.

Chief.

Chief.

Melissa.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you for coming. Dad would have been pleased.

He was a real credit to the department.

- I considered him a friend. - But when the job

was getting to be too much for him,

you exiled him to Pacific Division.

That's not how it happened.

Final straw, graveyard shift.

Broke up their marriage.

He was more distant, more isolated than ever.

You should know,

your father volunteered for the late show.

Why would he do that?

To shield his family from what troubled him.

By cutting himself off from us?

It didn't work.

Barrel?

- Hey. - Hi.

Uh, I'm sorry about earlier.

No, you're entitled.

Pitch a fit, you feel like it.

- Thanks again, for everything. - Ah...

Just happy I could be here, give him the send-off he deserves.

We loved him.

I know you did.

Uh, I found this in Dad's safe deposit box.

"Interview with J.F., 08/18/96."

Who's J.F.?

No idea. No idea why he kept it.

Have you listened to it?

How? Who's got a cassette player?

Uh, I do.

Thought you might.

I'm curious what's on it.

- I'll give it a listen. - No rush.

Okay.

You need anything, don't you hesitate to holler.

- Thank you. - All right.

- What am I looking for? - Johns who answered online ads.

Names, e-mails, photos, videos.

So get the server to run a list of responders.

- Oh. Shit. - I know.

Founder's in jail, Feds seized the site.

So you also know that records from '09 will be long gone.

All right. Put her over there, pal.

It's a cold case, low priority.

Understood. Whenever.

Yeah, could be months.

Oh. By the way, happy birthday.

It's not my bir...

I'll see what I can do.

My endorsement?

We need to challenge Lopez on the Westside.

Oh, I like Susanna.

But go on.

As the ranking board member

of the L.A. Trial Lawyers Association...

Trial lawyers skew left. We're not prosecutors.

But if the woman who's battled his department for years

endorses his candidacy...

He must be one hell of a candidate.

Must be.

Is this coming from you or him?

He'd like to, uh, meet to discuss it.

Why not?

GPS location points?

For the burner phone Maxwell sent that photo to.

The one that outed Craver as a snitch.

These are from the past month.

- Phone was on and off. - And this big cluster?

Charlie Dax's house.

This one's the nursery?

Correct. Where Dax's wife works.

Kids' school, Travis Strout's house, Waylon Strout's shop.

Got to be Dax's burner.

What about the night Craver was murdered?

Nothing on the night,

but the phone was in Craver's neighborhood

several times the week before.

We need Dax's DNA.

What?

Well, the tape's fake. It has to be.

I never said anything about killing Stan.

Did you ever say anything to anyone

that could be construed as a death threat?

Never.

Cliff and I talked about different scenarios,

how things would go.

He could have doctored the tape.

We'll have a forensics expert go over it.

- But I thought that in the state of California...

Come in.

- Sorry to interrupt. - That's okay.

Okay, thanks, Maddie.

-You were saying? -I thought that in the state of California,

both parties have to consent to being recorded.

He recorded me in secret without my consent.

We'll make that clear in pretrial.

Don't worry, there are weak links in every prosecution.

Listen, Dax, we've spent way too many resources...

I don't give a fuck.

I'm staying clear of it.

If you're smart, you will, too.

It's all right.

Pizza police.

I got 'em both, just in case.

Hey.

Do you know where Mank keeps his private stock?

No.

That stuff on the pod rack could drive a man to milk.

Uh, Captain, probably something I should mention.

What's that?

It's probably nothing,

but with HR protocol and whatnot...

Sure.

My partner's been talking to me about Lieutenant Billets.

What about Billets?

You know L.T.

She's a warm person, which is fine with me.

But I guess it makes my partner a little uncomfortable.

The handsy stuff.

Right. Boundaries. Personal space.