Bosch

Harry.

Uh, you should've called.

I did.

Unwinding.

It's a long day.

- Old friends? - I re... I really wish you would've called.

I did, twice. Left voice mail.

Well, it must be important then.

You drove all the way out here.

I think I found the guy that killed Daisy.

Okay.

Jesus.

You think?

It's him.

But I got to prove it.

Oh.

Well, uh...

get back to me when you do.

Thanks for the update.

Hey. Whoa, whoa. Look.

Liz... what is this?

What are you doing here?

What does it look like?

I'm putting one foot in front of the other.

Okay.

Isn't that the fucking miracle?

Going to work, going to meetings.

Coming home to an empty apartment.

Change is a process.

Fuck you.

What I've lost...

What I've done...

They don't have a fucking clue.

And neither do you.

I should go back inside.

Hey, call your sponsor.

Go home, Harry.

I was recently approached by a drug dealer.

Something of a kingpin.

A Dominican fellow.

Thought I might be interested in a business opportunity.

To deal drugs?

To use my charity

to launder his l'argent.

Clean his filthy cash.

So, what did you say to him?

What could I say?

No, of course.

So, what am I doing here?

I am an honest citizen.

It is my duty to report this man to the law.

You have a name?

Felix Mariama.

I'll look into it.

Merci. Oh, one more thing.

I know the names of the men

who killed your two detectives.

I'm listening.

John Winston

and Robert Marvel.

My cover's blown.

No doubt.

And my fucking CI killed your cops.

Mm-hmm.

Shit.

You believe him?

He wouldn't do this

if he couldn't deliver.

Betraying people when expedient.

Trading information.

It's what Avril does, how he survives.

It's a big risk.

Jakes could flip on him.

Who's gonna believe the word of two cop killers?

Be sober, be vigilant.

The devil walks among you seeking someone to devour.

I don't know what that means.

We got to be very careful with this motherfucker.

Okay.

Let's dial in RHD.

See what we can salvage.

Already put in a call.

You let me know when and where.

Hey.

Your-your request only just landed.

New suspect for the Daisy Clayton partial.

- Well, how soon do you need it? - Now.

Look, even if I wasn't swamped...

Peer reviews, supervisor review...

How long?

A-A week, maybe.

Daisy was 14, Wanda.

Raped, murdered and bleached.

Then he put her on display.

Shit.

Won't be enough for an arrest.

Might be enough for a search warrant.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Defense is arguing there wasn't

probable cause for a wiretap.

Didn't the judge already decide there was

- when she gave us a warrant? - Chandler's saying I misled her.

Attacking your judgement, at the very least,

but both your names are on the warrant.

It was, uh...

Johnson and Moore, monitored the wire?

- That's right. I may need them, as well.

I'm playing phone tag with Agent Reece.

Sobel wanted to see if the wire

got results on Alicia Kent... It did.

Communication with her accomplice, Maxwell's identity.

None of this matters if ex ante the warrant was insufficient.

We have to re-establish that the standard was met.

Or Alicia Kent walks.

Let's go over exactly what evidence

you cited to get this warrant.

Are you sure it's the same encampment?

Cole Avenue group, yeah.

They've migrated to Cahuenga.

It's hard to help people who don't want

to help themselves, L.T.

I agree, but if we can eliminate the drugs

and predatory individuals from these communities,

then who knows?

Uh, speaking of predators.

Oh, Jack Killoran.

What about him?

Car czar made a cameo at the encampment

while we were watching.

Complete with camera crew.

I'll let the chief know.

Lieutenant.

Sergeant Alvarez.

I felt the hoarfrost of Internal Affairs.

Mm-hmm.

How you think she's holding up?

- L.T.? Hard to tell. - Mm-hmm.

Fingers crossed.

And them?

Ice Station Zebra.

That was not a good movie.

No, it wasn't.

Uh-oh.

Detectives.

Ms. Chandler.

Counselor.

See you back at the station.

How's Maddie?

She's good, thanks for asking.

Oh, my office isn't the same without her.

Appreciate you giving her a taste of the other side.

I want her back next summer.

Halls of justice can always

use another smart, spirited defense attorney.

Don't hold your breath.

Oh. Not her decision?

No, of course it is.

But?

Checks and balances, Harry.

The system won't work without the yin

to law enforcement's yang.

Like Flores and Veronica Allen?

It isn't personal for me.

The way it is for you.

Maybe that's the problem.

Your partner says

she has issues with a supervisor,

you take it to a captain.

By the book.

Right, put me in a bind.

Well, your actions aren't under review.

Feels like they are.

You have witnessed your partner being made uncomfortable

by Lieutenant Billets?

I have.

In your judgement inappropriate?

- No. - It was nothing.

Well, it bothered you enough that you told your partner.

I tell him a lot of things,

riding around in the car.

I wasn't asking anybody to fix it,

or even saying that it should be.

So you don't have any problems with Lieutenant Billets?

Nothing that needs departmental intervention.

Has the lieutenant or anyone

put pressure on you to walk this back?

Absolutely not, no.

Fuck.

This whole thing has been blown out of proportion.

Okay.

Thank you.

Yesterday the cops made a big splashy sweep

to clear out all these street people.

And today, they're back.

From not even two blocks over.

Operation Safe Sidewalks is whack-a-mole.

Naive, and not sustainable.

Look.

Homelessness is an epidemic.