Bosch

- Pierce. - What's up?

I'm gonna need you to sit on this guy.

Okay.

You keep your mouth shut.

Okay.

Nobody talks to him.

Nobody comes in.

- Roger that. - Oh, shit.

Oh, man, he's one of them.

- Don't leave. - Shut the fuck up.

The fuck, man?

What?

You want to come rough?

I could book your ass right now for assaulting a police officer.

That's a year minimum in county, smart guy.

I'm sorry, man, that was wrong.

- Why'd you run? - 'Cause everyone else did.

It's like a... a reaction.

"Five-o! Five-o!" That's what you do.

- You run. - We just wanted to talk to you.

You did?

Shit, I wish I had known.

My ribs are broken, man.

That black officer wanted to fucking kill me.

What'd you expect?

He heard the shot, saw his partner on the ground.

I didn't do that, man.

I swear to God, I didn't shoot her.

I was there. I know what happened.

Then you know I didn't do it.

Puts me the only friend you got right now, Stokes.

What do you want?

Tell me about Arthur Delacroix.

Who?

Part of your skateboard posse back in the day.

That's you.

That's your crew, right?

Oh, man.

I was... I was loaded most of the time back then.

I don't even remember these guys' names,

if I ever knew them.

Which one's your boy?

Let me ask the questions.

This picture, where was it taken?

Fuck, man, I don't remember.

You and your boys ever skate up in Laurel Canyon?

No, man, we were miracle mile... Wilshire boys.

Somebody took this picture, and Arthur Delacroix's father

knew your name when he saw your face.

He said Arthur looked up to you?

Where'd this kid live?

Off Wilshire... Carthay Circle.

Well, there you go.

Me too... Carthay Square.

That must be how his pops knew me.

From around the way, know what I mean?

This goofy kid here, he was from Carthay, too.

I'm pretty sure.

This who you mean?

You know what happened to him?

No, man.

No, I mean, I lost track of all them guys

after they locked my ass up in Sylmar

for a whole fucking year.

- Yeah, when was that? - '95.

I come out...

All my boys are scattered.

F.I.D.'s here to talk to you.

Oh, don't leave me, man.

Ow!

Bosch: When I got to the garage,

I ran down the ramp toward the voices.

Rosa: What were they saying?

There was a lot of noise.

Echoes... I couldn't make it out exactly.

Brasher: Stop right there! Don't move. Turn around.

Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.

And when you finally caught up to them?

Look, it all happened so fast...

What about when the gun went off?

Aah!

Like I said, it was all kind of blurry.

Just give me some time to sort out the details.

Sure.

Maybe it will start to come back to you.

Did you interview Officer Brasher yet?

RHD has first dibs.

We'll talk to her when they're done.

You gonna ring Stokes up for those?

I haven't decided.

Ah, won't need to.

I hear RHD is gonna hit him with the full Monty.

For what?

- Attempt murder of a P.O., for starters. - Not what happened.

- Well, possession of a firearm. - He wasn't armed.

- He grabbed Brasher's gun. - Is that what she said?

That's what I hear.

Hey, stop pretending you can read.

Hey, Harry.

How you doing, big dog?

Better.

At least they took the tube out so I can talk.

Oh, shit, can they put it back?

Fuck you.

Sorry that shit went sideways, Harry.

I'm losing my edge.

I'd turn in my badge, but that fucker's still got it.

Could've happened to anybody, Crate.

We'll get him, and get your badge back, too.

When you do, use my gun.

Know what I mean?

Merry Christmas, pally.

Hm.

"Fleas navi-dog," Harry.

"Fleas navi-dog."

You are feeling better.

How you doing?

Mm.

How you feeling?

Floating on air.

What'd they give you?

Something really, really good.

What's the damage?

Couple cracked ribs and a big, disgusting bruise.

They gonna let you go home?

I bumped my head on the concrete pretty good,

so they want to keep me overnight

in case I have a concussion.

So, any visitors?

Irving, uh,

came by for a hot second with Captain Pounds.

Mm.

My dad is coming in the morning.

He's totally freaked out.

He wants me to quit and just...

What'd you tell him?

Pfft, hell no.

Just when I'm about to get a medal?

How about Robbery Homicide?

Uh, yeah, they popped in.

Said they'd be back when my rep was present.

You need to think about what you're gonna say

before they lock your story down.

Yeah.

I'll just tell them again what I told them tonight.

Which was...?

Asshole went for my fucking gun.

It went off.

I'm lucky I was wearing my vest.

Oh!

Oh!

David!

David!

David.

- David. - Waits: Ma?!

Ma?

Oh, Ma, what'd you do?

David...

What did you do? Are you okay?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I just wanted to go to the bathroom.

It's okay. Are you hurt?

I don't know.

Okay, come on. Let me help you up.

I'm so embarrassed.

It's okay. Don't be.

Here we go. There you go.

Hold on, now.

Oh, what would I do without you, huh?

Okay, yeah.

O'shea: In closing, I'd like to convey

to the good people of Los Angeles

that this renewed sense of mission

and teamwork between my office and LAPD

should help us all

sleep more soundly this holiday season.

Chief?

The apprehension of Raynard Waits

remains our top priority.

And we are devoting every resource

to achieving that task as expediently as possible.

But we, as Los Angeles...

Turned out good, Chief.

Morning shows all carried it live.

I think we got the message out.

No more finger-pointing.

No more laying of blame.

All hands on deck till this is over.

Yes, sir.

That came through loud and clear.

Now we just have to catch this little motherfucker...

Before he brings us all down.

The one day of the year that I go in late to work.

Am I interrupting?

Well, mm, as a matter of fact...

We are wrapping presents.

Christmas.

It's tomorrow.

- It is? - Mm-hmm.

- Hi, Harry. - Hey, Leese.