Bosch

Last season on 'Bosch'...

Freeze!

Detective, how many people have you killed?

I don't know. - The department exonerated you.

It was a good shooting.

Have you been to see her yet?

Harry, Vegas is a four-hour drive.

Hey, Maddie.

30 seconds in, you're already accusing me of being a bad parent.

That's a cold plate, partner. - You put it in correctly?

Yeah, man, light him up.

This is my vehicle. Those are my plates.

Shit! Hey! - Let's start off with an easy one.

Who's the dead guy in the van?

When Officer Pierce and Irving Junior

pulled over this Waits character,

apparently, Irving deliberately punched in

the wrong plate number.

Even if I don't use my influence on your behalf,

just the fact you're my son, others will,

and that can be tricky for both of us.

I hear you've tentatively

identified the Laurel Canyon victim.

His name was Arthur Delacroix. He was 12 years old.

Waits confessed to killing him.

O'Shea's planning to run for mayor.

So this Waits case? Pure political Viagra for him.

Mr. Waits is gonna direct us to the crime scenes,

and we will be on top of his every move.

Maybe we should loosen his shackles.

We don't need a lawsuit here. - No fuckin' way.

Bosch, just do it!

Shit!

Harry, don't! - Shots fired! Officer down!

My partner is in foot pursuit

and his direction of travel is unknown.

We're in the L.A. river at 6th street.

Tell me you got it. - I got it, yeah,

but he took the card. - Who took the card?

O'Shea. - You keep the video under wraps,

I win the election, you're the next chief of police.

I'm the monument.

Me! Me!

I'm tired of your bullshit. - Why don't you do something about it.

Don't walk away from...

How could you let him get to you like that?

He put his hands on me first.

How did it go? Did you talk to him yet?

What did he say? What's gonna happen?

Gonna be okay, baby. I talked to the man himself.

So you talked to him this morning?

Last night.

He's gonna talk to Lucky?

He said he'd take care of it.

How do you know? Are you sure?

He said he'd take care of it, he'll take care of it...

Can you make sure? Tony?

Tony!

Gotta go, baby. I'll call you later.

Thank you for stopping. - Need help?

I don't have my phone.

Do you think you could call me a tow?

What happened? - I don't know.

It just quit.

No problem. I'll call Triple A.

Thank you.

Hey, Maddie. I'm in the middle of shaving.

Call you back in five?

Okay. Dad? - Yeah?

Lose the sideburns. You look like a hobo.

A hobo? Where'd you hear that word?

It's retro. From the Great Recession.

And the mustache, too. - And the mustache?

I kind of like it.

Seventies porn star? Hello?

Yeah. Okay. Call you back.

Bye. - Bye.

Better?

Awesome. You look way younger.

Listen. I'm just on my way out the door.

I know. I was calling to wish you luck.

Thanks. That's really thoughtful of you.

Have a good day, Dad. - You, too.

Bye.

Hey, Harry, how's it hanging? - Hey, Barrel.

Seen Edgar? - Just got here.

Lieutenant's looking for him. - I'll let him know.

Coffee? I'm gonna grab one. - No, thanks.

Hey, Harry. - J. Edgar.

Billets is looking for you. - So I hear.

Listen, you're ever interested in selling your place,

I got a buyer. - Not interested.

Serious inquiry. - Non-starter.

I mean, I wouldn't live up there, but some folks

like sticking a finger in Mother Nature's eye.

Hi, Jerry Edgar, I'm calling for Charisse.

You'd think I went out for a pack of fucking cigarettes.

Oh, you assholes. Fuck you guys.

Boom!

Welcome back, partner.

Had you going, didn't we. - Yeah, you did.

Hey, buddy. - Hey, buddy.

You couldn't do better than that?

Drugs clouded my mental acuity.

But, hey, I am back, sharp as ever.

That's a low bar. - Harry Bosch?

Now I feel like I'm at home.

Chilton Hardy, career sex offender.

Serial rapist, graduated to serial rape murder.

Jerry and Ig have been working the case.

We think he's good for about a dozen more.

California, Nevada. - We got a line on this guy?

Ig's got a line on Hardy's father. Panorama City.

We're headed out there now to talk to him. See what he knows.

Panorama City. Doesn't get any better than that.

I want you to go with them.

We can handle it, Lieutenant. - They can handle it, Lieutenant.

Tag along, Bosch.

First day back. Get your feet wet.

Oh, I am loving the enthusiasm, guys.

Bosch? - Yes?

You're gonna need these.

Try to hang onto them this time.

Thanks.

I'm looking for the panorama.

I just don't see it.

This was all orange trees.

After the war, tore out the groves, put in tract homes for GI's.

American Dream.

Every man a house, a car, and a garage to put it in.

Edgar and I will handle the interview.

Counting on it.

I haven't seen Chilton in years.

Don't know where he is, don't give a shit.

He in some kind of trouble again?

We just wanna talk to your son.

His name came up in an investigation.

I'm gonna take a look around.

Don't you need a warrant? He ain't here.

Can he just do that? - Apparently.

When was the last time you talked to your son?

Last time he got out of the joint.

Must have been going on eight years ago.

What'd he want?

Money.

I told him to go suck on somebody else's tit.

Where'd he call from?

Tucson, maybe.

I don't know why he turned out the way he did.

I blame his mother.

Find what you were looking for?

I told you he wasn't here. - You haven't told us where he is.

How many times I got to tell you? I don't know.

I think you do. - Harassing a sick old man.

How sick are you, Mr. Hardy? - Excuse me?

I say, how sick are you?

Real sick, you dumb shit. Look around!

Oxygen, wheelchair bound. - That's right.

Shit! - Damn it!

Chilton Hardy. Hook him up. He's all yours.

Freeze, asshole. You're under arrest.

Shit! Damn it!

Keys!

Hold still, asshole.

Cuffs.

Fuck you. - Shut up, asshole.

Damn, Harry. You're pretty good for an old man.

You been taking PEDs?

You gotta get in shape, J. Edgar.

Work on your cardio.

You gotta get some different shoes.

Can't run in those roach killers.

How often do I have to run?

Get up. - Serious.

Stand up.

Damn it.

Ow!

Ow.

Think you can handle him now?

Friendly fella, your ex-partner.

Ex?

Mank. - Captain.

Detective Bosch. - Captain.

First day back, Billets tells me

you already bagged a bad guy.

No. That was Edgar and Ferras.

I was just along for the ride.

Good man, Mank. Friend of yours.

Lucky he saw Captain Pounds grab you first, huh?

And wasn't afraid to say so.

You think maybe you over-reacted?

No, sir. I don't.

All right, Bosch.

You do your job, keep your cool. We'll get along.

That seemed to go well. - Oh, yeah.

Officer Friendly.

All right. Not warm and fuzzy.

But on the plus side, not Pounds.

Where'd Pounds land, anyway?

You're not gonna believe it, Harry.