Bosch

Whoa, you look like an unmade bed.

Yeah, huh? Up all night chasing video.

One of those for me?

You want to wrestle J. Edgar for it?

No, nuh-uh. No, sir.

So your video, did you catch anything?

License plates going both ways on Cahuenga

Sunday morning at 4 a.m.

- How many? - 22.

Ran them through DMV.

- Any hits? - One came back cold.

No record on file.

You run them through Alpers yet?

That's what we want to show you.

Ah.

Thanks. Take a look.

Past six months, captured a few places...

Near the airport a couple of times.

Downtown a few more.

There. Spring Street. How many hits?

Nine, ten. Wait.

Let me Google Earth this.

That is a big-ass parking lot.

It's a fine place to stash a car.

Happy hunting.

A lot of Tahoes.

Not one of them without plates.

Lot of SUVs with tinted windows.

Feds.

Definitely Feds.

Can I help you?

LAPD. We need to speak to the agent in charge.

May I see some ID, please?

May I ask what this is in reference to, detectives?

It's in reference to the murder of Anthony Allen last Saturday night.

This way.

Must be nice to have a real budget.

Right? How the other half lives.

Rico.

I think it's something else.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, J. Griffin, agent in charge.

In charge of what, exactly?

This task force.

Task force for what, exactly?

What can I do for you, detective?

A man named Anthony Allen

was murdered over the weekend.

His body was discovered yesterday

in the trunk of his car up off Mulholland.

Yeah, I read about it.

Coroner puts time of death Saturday night.

Early Sunday morning, two guys broke into his office

and removed a number of surveillance devices.

- So? - So,

next time you send your guys in

to take a hidden camera out of a target's office,

you might want to find out

if the target has a hidden camera of his own.

So?

So we have video

of one of your vehicles leaving the scene.

How do you think we found you?

We have warrants...

Not cameras, audio surveillance.

Legal wire, hooray. We want the tapes...

From his office, from his car his phones, his house,

wherever you're up on him... And why.

That's confidential.

You got to have a need to know

and a right to know,

and you don't have either.

This is a homicide investigation.

We have both.

Mr. Allen was a peripheral figure

in an ongoing operation

that's a matter of national security.

You talking about terrorism?

And we are satisfied

that his murder was unrelated

to the larger inquiry.

I'd like to know how you know that.

Why you'd go to the trouble of bugging him

if he was so damn peripheral.

We're not having this conversation.

Oh, yeah, we are.

Somehow you people knew about this murder,

and you sat on it.

We made the appropriate phone calls.

It's not our fault it took you two days

to follow up on it.

You have a bug in his car? Is that how you knew?

Got his fucking murder on tape?

It's been almost 15 years since 9/11.

Now, we're working our asses off

to make sure the next 9/11

doesn't happen for another 15 years

So we're not about to compromise our entire operation

to help you solve a murder that doesn't matter.

It does to us.

We need to know what you know about Anthony Allen.

You took evidence from his office.

You are like a dog with a bone.

Oh, you have no idea.

We don't have his murder on tape.

We will review the material,

and if we find anything that's germane to your case,

we'll turn it over.

We need to listen to the tapes.

We'll determine what matters and what doesn't.

I think we're done here, gentlemen.

We're not done here, not by a long shot.

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- Ah, Jesus, man. - What?

I'm gonna have to smell that shit all day.

Well, the ladies seem to love it.

Oh, the ladies do?

The bad guys are going to smell you coming.

That shit's intense.

- Listen to him. - Ah, fuck y'all.

- My God. - Thank you.

I should have gone to law school.

Tell him that you're picking up for Eddie A.

Hey, uh, maybe you should do it.

I'm just saying, man. He knows you.

All right.

Picking up for Eddie A.

That will be $2.00.

You owe me 2 bucks.

Yeah. Remind me.

$245,000 dollars in a secret trap,

federal wire tap on his phone,

a terrorism task force,

and a murder that "doesn't matter."

I want to know what's on those tapes.

Let me call Irving.

Maybe he can get them to release what's relevant.

Griffin didn't mention the cash,

and I didn't bring it up.

Maybe they missed it.

Think they searched the car?

Don't you? They knew where it was.

I think they found the body and backed away.

Tell Irving about the cash.

Maybe he can use it to deal.

What about the widow?

Edgar's up there now

looking at the footage, checking her alibi.

Ran her background. She's got priors.

Interesting.

Two busts for solicitation,

back when she was Jessica Gilroy

before she married Tony Allen.

Hooker meets pornographer.

Don't scoff.

I hear it's pretty much how you meet people these days.

How's that better than picking up strangers in a bar?

Oh, God. Look at the two of us. We're pathetic.

That we are. Got to book.

I'm going to meet Edgar at SID.

You up for a drink tonight?

Oh, yeah, maybe. Let me call you.

Fan mail from some flounder?

It's ugly, isn't it?

On the plus side, if I don't water it, who cares?

Before we get to the prints, I wanted to show you this.

Glitter.

In both cuffs.

What about the prints?

Pretty good.

Jacket's treated

so the leather didn't absorb the oils.

Can you grab the lights, please, Wendell?

Palm print on the right shoulder.

Small hand. Could be a woman.

Thumbprints on each lapel from somebody else,

probably a man.

Thumbs are smudged. So is the palm.

We might be able to raise it up with some glue.

The real score...

Full set of fingerprints

on the reverse side of each lapel.

Beautiful.

Lights, please.

Somebody grabbed him by the lapels with both hands.

My mama used to do that.

Snatched me up, shake me till my fillings rattled.

Priority rush?

For you, Harry.

I reviewed the surveillance footage.

Veronica Allen didn't go anywhere