Bosch

Cranberry cobbler.

Your mom.

Every Thanksgiving I see you in here with her.

She'd order the cranberry cobbler.

It was a tradition.

You've grown.

Yeah. It's been a while.

There's no rush with that.

Come in now and again by herself.

Cup of coffee, take a break.

Sat right there where you're sitting.

-Nice lady. -Yeah.

And you.

You doing all right?

I'm glad to see you.

Start a new tradition, maybe.

I think I want some cobbler.

Now, you're talking.

Cobbler's on the house.

Harry?

Bosch?

Hey. Hey. Where'd you go?

I was thinking about my mom.

That's sweet.

Pintia Rioja.

Grace Billets knows her reds.

You better believe it.

Your family celebrate Thanksgiving?

Absolutely.

We so wanted to fit in.

Mom would make all the American classics turkey,

cranberry, patatas dulces, carimañola, patacones, arroz con coco.

-Right. Okay. -We could have brought arroz con coco.

Lis!

So have you made a decision about Maddie's travel ball?

Well, I'm not crazy about the idea of her being away every weekend,

people and places I don't know.

You going to pack her in bubble wrap when she goes off to college?

-Maybe. -One-forty-eight.

Good.

So, what is the target there, sport?

Oh, Mank, turkey is the most difficult of all meats to cook,

your reason being your thigh, with its higher fiber and fat,

isn't done until it reaches 165 degrees.

But your breast gets all dry and ropey at anything over 150.

Sounds like menopause to me.

Lisa, get in here!

Oh, please tell me more.

Well, you could spatchcock it,

but then the lieutenant is left

without the pleasing visual of the complete bird

-before its carving on the table. -Right, right, right.

Did he just say spatchcock?

-Yeah. -Okay.

-You've gone viral again, Harry. -Hey, Lisa, mash.

-Maddie, get the butter. -What are you talking about, Lis?

So now, you're a suspect in a murder.

-What? -Hashtag down and dirty detective.

Thanks for sharing.

-Did it just get colder in here? -"Speculation rampant."

"The unnamed detective is Harry Bosch,"

"a key witness in the Andrew Holland murder trial"?

This comes from Holland's people.

-Is there a factual basis for this? -Well, only technically.

-Shit. -"Thanks for sharing" is right.

Jesus, Harry.

You know, we were just saying good food, good friends, good feelings.

-Yeah. -Crap!

-It's 170! -Oh, for God's sake.

Out of the way, out of the way.

Barrel, for God's sake, I give you one job, one!

-That's it. -Right here.

Hey, hey. Car.

Watch out, man.

Look, where's Joe and Jack?

We got to get this game going. I'll be back.

Hey.

Have you seen our sons?

Touch football?

-Turkey Bowl. -It's tradition.

Yeah. Your tradition of never being able to convince enough people to play.

That's not fair. Just two years ago, we went into overtime.

Yeah. I remember.

-Your mama's sweet potatoes caught fire. -Yes.

You look tired, J.

The Bosch still wearing you down?

You look great.

They're back there.

Yo. Jack.

Joe. We got a game outside.

I got a game here.

Come on, man.

Oh, no.

Orange County deputies are trying to identify the body of a man

who's washed ashore early this morning.

-Now, Rampart? -Rampart, then home.

I think the rank and file really appreciated

your holiday PM watch visit, sir.

Well, I appreciate their indulgence.

And yours.

Did I keep you from your family today, Sergeant?

No, sir. We're eating later. You?

Volunteered to help serve meals at the L.A. Mission.

That it?

Well, the chef at Providence has promised me

some canneberge émietter right there.

And a 70-year-old almagnac.

Trouble?

Bosch.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Bosch.

I'm going to be in late.

Jerry, guess who just called.

Harry, I've been up since the crack of dawn,

waiting to buy my kids some skater stuff they've been on about.

I'm not in the mood to guessing anything.

You should shop online.

Like you would know about that.

It's the 21st century, Jerry. Black Friday lines are for cavemen.

Fuck you.

-Who called? -Our favorite fed.

Said a body washed up yesterday off Seal Beach.

Army embark clerk. May be connected to Dobbs and his crew.

Maybe.

You're gonna drive to south bum-fuck on a maybe?

Where are you? I'll come pick you up.

And you'll be bringing me a skinny macchiato with three shots.

A man can dream.

-You got an address? -Of course.

-Yeah. -What is that?

Holland read a book.

Pulled it from a shelf.

I've been thinking. Whoever sprung Gunn from jail probably works for...

Found our bail girl in there, didn't you?

Waiting for you to ask.

There's an assistant in Holland's office.

Interview didn't yield anything,

but J. Edgar jotted down a description of her.

Latina, late 20s.

Marissa Marta.

Worth a shot.

Excellent work, Pierce.

-But first... -Owls.

Fucking owls.

Manna from heaven.

Or the giant Seattle conglomerate masquerading as such.

-How'd your turkey turn out? -Don't ask.

You getting anything?

Cataracts.

Seriously, no car, no kid.

We have to widen our perimeter.

Cross our I's and dot our T's.

-Committed a cold-blooded murder. -Yes.

To discredit Harry Bosch as a witness in their trial.

Yes.

Provable?

Working on it. We think yes.

So Chief called you in.

There's been a mass freak-out at PAB Chief Irving,

Rollins in West Bureau, Media Relations,

and pretty much every command staff drama queen-with nothing else to do.

Believe me, there was no way of controlling this story.

-You could have warned me. -I wanted for you to be able

to say honestly that you knew nothing about it.

I mean, I was hoping that my guys could prove the frame

before it all blew up, but if it did, I didn't want it to get on you.

RHD wants in on the frame.

-It's your call. -I said no.

But I do worry that this is another example

-of your loose supervision of your people. -I will happily put

my people's case clearance rate up against any other detective's in the city.

You've seen the numbers. You know what we've done.

It speaks for itself.

And for the quality of your command.

You're too familiar with them, Grace. You like them too much.

If you need me to take the heat with Chief Irving

for my decision to handle this in-house, I...

-I'm... -No. It's above your rank, Lieutenant.

But fuck this up and it's on you.

Captain.

Well, welcome to my jurisdictional nightmare.

Better justify the drive down here.

-Jerry's got the Black Friday Blues. -Black Friday.

Is that... That still a thing?

Yes, it is, and mine just got spoiled by a fed with a phone.

Probably find whatever you need here.

So Cornell "Merch" Jackson.

U. S. Army. E5 Logistics.

Found deceased fully clothed. No sign of foul play.

Except for the being dead part.

It's funny how our mind always goes there when that happens.

Oh, O. C. Sheriff got a warrant.

Entire place was filled with contraband,

evidently skimmed from overseas shipments.