Bosch

He saw me and reached for his gun.

I shot him.

I had to...

to protect the public and to protect myself.

Did you almost die?

No, Joe, no, it's not like that.

I'm fine.

-Did you have to kill him? -Of course he did.

Oh, that's what we're trained to do, to make sure nobody else gets hurt.

But couldn't you have shot him in the arm or something?

Like on TV?

That's not how it is in real life.

If I tried to shoot him in the arm,

I might have missed and hit an innocent bystander.

Are you going to get a medal?

-Don't be stupid. -Jack.

Dad could get fired over this. Listen to the news.

Daddy, are you going to lose your job?

Is that what you're worried about?

No, I'm not. I didn't do anything wrong.

So why aren't you at work?

I get a few days off when they look into everything.

See, when something like this happens,

the department comes in and makes sure the cops did everything right.

-And I did. -I'd give you a medal.

I think you're a hero.

Thank you, buddy.

But you know what? I'm not a hero. I was just doing my job.

Okay?

What was his name?

Woodrow. Woody Woodrow.

Was he black?

He was white.

Okay, boys, time for school. Go brush your teeth.

Wait, I need a hug.

Come here.

Oh, I love you, guys.

I love you, Daddy.

Here, take this.

Thank you, Jackie.

That was tougher than talking to IA.

What? You're mad at me?

I'm happy you're okay.

You are mad at me.

I don't want those boys to grow up without a father.

They won't.

Police! We have a warrant to search the premises!

Let her rip.

Is it clear?

All right.

We're looking for two weapons,

a nine millimeter used to kill William Meadows

and a knife with a three-inch curved blade used to kill Thomas Niese.

Also, anything and everything that would point

to the whereabouts of Xavi Moreno.

No, I don't get it.

Dobbs was a private contractor.

Guess that's how he was able to afford a place like this.

Yeah. That is possible.

Did you find something?

Cornell Jackson ripped these guys off.

-Oh, is that why they killed him? -Maybe.

Or he was just another loose end like Sharkey.

-You? -Oh, nothing.

As in nothing.

The place has been cleared out. It's practically empty.

-Wiped clean? -No, no.

There's plenty of prints, though so far,

it looks like they're all from the same person.

-Dobbs. -Well, we still have to confirm it,

but who else?

-The family pictures? The kids' toys? -Your guess is as good as mine.

No gun.

More knives than a carnival act, but none that fit the description.

Unlike the Beemer.

-You are one ace detective. -I know.

Call it in, Kemosabe.

This is 6-W-45. I need a tow at this location.

Can we please go home?

Please?

Look, between travel team and school, you'll hardly be here.

This sucks.

It's just a few days.

I can't do my job if I'm worried about you.

-So you are worried? -But I won't be if you're here with Grace.

I just want you out of harm's way.

Harm's way. What are we talking about here, Dad?

Is this like the kidnapping?

Remember what I promised you in Vegas that time at the airport?

That I'd never be in that kind of danger again.

Right.

-I promised. -But now, it seems that I am.

Which is why I want you here.

I want to help.

I want to learn, Dad. This is like a teachable moment.

I mean, who are these guys?

Okay, look,

when this is all over, we'll sit down, we'll go through the case.

Okay?

I still think I should be with you.

We need to spend more time at the range.

I want to get really proficient at that nine millimeter.

Deal.

Come on. Grace is waiting.

-Hi, Maddie. Welcome. -Hi.

Lisa's in the guestroom, getting it ready.

I love you.

-Keep me posted. -I promise.

Hi.

Go ahead.

-Thanks, Grace. -Not to worry.

Buen dìa.

-Hey, handsome. -Hey.

-You read about Caffrey? -Yeah.

-Horrible way to go. -The worst.

-Didn't he handle your mother's case? -He did.

Ever work with him?

He was pulling the pin just about the time I got to Hollywood.

So it's not true you humped a Shamu with Wyatt Earp?

Yeah, yeah. That's true.

Earp was my T.O.

-Damn shame about Caffrey. -Yeah.

- Hello. -Cindy Wagner, please.

-Detective Bosch, LAPD. - Yeah, this is she.

Thank you for returning my call.

I'd like to ask you some questions about your ex-husband.

-Which one? -Trevor Dobbs.

Oh, Lord.

-Where'd you dig him up? -Is now a good time?

So...

Judge Houghton wants you and Fowkkes to meet in her office and talk.

About?

-She wants a plea agreement. -I want a trial.

Make a deal, Anita.

Do it now, and it'll play in the media like Holland's capitulating.

Or like our case is tanking.

Our case is tanking.

Make a deal.

Fuck.

Yesterday, there was yet another officer-involved shooting.

This time, the victim was a veteran of our illegal war in Iraq.

LAPD is just another bunch of bloodthirsty thugs,

a street gang in blue hiding behind the badge.

Mr Wolfe, please stay on topic.

My point is I vigorously object to allocating 5,000 of my tax dollars

to the K-9 unit for the oppression and suppression of my fellow citizens.

Yeah! That's right.

Moving on to agenda Item 2 report of the Chief of Police.

Acting Chief Irving.

I'd like to reassure the public

that our efforts to apprehend the Koreatown Killer continue unabated

and will do so as long as it takes to apprehend this criminal.

Thank you, Chief.

Speakers who would like to address the Chief's comments on KTK?

The next speakers are Clifton Campbell, Big Mike, Super Batchick, and Mr Wolfe.

Here you go.

Mr Campbell, please confine your comments

to the Chief's remarks and the topic at hand.

Yes, your Honor.

KTK.

Let's face facts.

It's going on what, four years now?

I, I live in that neighborhood. People are scared.

And I blame you, Chief Irving.

People are getting killed because of your lack of leadership.

It's clear by now, LAPD can't handle KTK.

He's outsmarted you at every turn.

We Angelenos deserve better.

I'm afraid the Koreatown Killer

will continue his reign of terror indefinitely...

until we get a new chief.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr Campbell. And thank you for your tone.

We could use more of that civility in these sessions.

The next speaker is Big Mike.

Regarding the Koreatown Killer...

Chief Irving, you're nothing but a Tom, cooning for The Man in that blue uniform.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Yeah!

Judge Houghton?

She's waiting to hear from us.

Voluntary manslaughter.

-Sentencing rec? -The max.

-Eleven. -He behaves himself, he's out in six.

-Oh, please. -Then, let's go to trial

-on the murder charges. -Anita...

We're having this conversation

because you can't prove he killed her at all,

unintentionally or otherwise.

This case should never have been brought.

DNA from a consensual sexual encounter, no witnesses,

a timeline you could drive a Corvette through,

no history of aberrant behavior on Mr Holland's part.

Thanks to your witness tampering.

Oh, and your "star witness"?

Thoroughly discredited as a suspect in another homicide.

You're not even planning to call Bosch.

I guessed it right.

-What are you looking for? -Time served.

Oh, please. You're joking, right.