Bosch

Man on TV: ...And the manhunt for Raynard Waits widens.

Waits, who shot and killed

deputy district attorney Louis Escobar

and wounded an L.A.P.D. detective,

is a suspect in the murder of Armando Uribe,

found shot to death --

Bosch.

I want to know what my options are.

Why ask me?

Because you and I have so much in common.

You got two options, asshole.

You can wait till we catch you,

sit and rot in a 6 by 10 isolation cell

for the next 20 years

till they put a needle in your arm.

No, I-I-I don't think I care for that.

Or you can take that gun you snatched off my colleague,

put it in your mouth.

I'd choose that, i were you.

Right.

But you're not.

There's a third option.

I'm listening.

When we do find you,

you can reach for a weapon.

We'll tell you to put your hands up.

You hesitate for a split second,

we'll tell you to freeze.

You so much as breathe wrong...

And you kill me.

We'll kill you.

Option three.

We put you down for good.

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* I got a feeling and I can't let go *

* I got a feeling and I can't let go *

* I got a feeling and I can't let go *

* I got a feeling and I can't let go *

* I got a feeling and I can't let go *

* I got a feeling and I can't let go *

* I got a feeling and I can't let go *

* I can't let go

* I feel

Billets: Captain Pounds is on his way over.

Better he shouldn't find you here.

You're working the bones case, remember?

Which is what I was doing when Waits called me.

I was at Sam Delacroix's trailer.

Found these.

Jesus. I wish I hadn't seen that.

Uh-huh.

Who's the girl? Any idea?

His daughter.

Did you feed my cat?

Fed the cat.

What?

You said you carried your son's body

up the canyon and buried it.

That's what happened.

My partner carried a dummy

the same size as your son up the same hill,

broad daylight. Had a hell of a time.

And he was sober.

You didn't kill Arthur.

You're responsible for his death.

But somebody else killed him.

What?

You been jerking off to them all these years

and now you can't bear to look?

Young woman falls in love

with a pretty-boy actor, marries him.

Things don't go his way,

he starts drinking, beating on her.

Eventually she can't take it anymore.

She runs off.

Leaves him with two children.

Guy's soaked with booze, self-pity.

Turns to his daughter for comfort.

She's 11, 12 years old.

Starts molesting her.

They call it abuse these days.

Let's call it what it is.

It's rape.

Girl is miserable.

Blames it on her little brother

and beats the shit out of him every day.

Even sends him to the hospital with a cracked skull.

Daddy covers it up.

One day that little boy goes missing.

And now daddy's afraid she's finally gone too far.

Why you never filed a missing-persons report.

Protecting your daughter.

The one you've been raping since her mother left.

20 years later, dog digs up your boy's bones.

You confess to the murder.

That's about the size of it.

Right?

Yeah.

That's right.

Look...

I'm responsible.

I'm responsible for every bad thing

that happened to my family.

I won't let you soothe your conscience

by copping to a crime you didn't commit.

Did she?

Did she do it?

I got probable cause up the wazoo.

Miss Delacroix? We need to speak to you.

Oh, uh, Frank, i apologize.

Give me a few minutes.

Um, I'll bring you back in.

Go get a coffee.

Go ahead, Frank.

Your father's

no longer being charged with your brother's murder.

I don't understand. I thought he confessed.

He de-confessed. He didn't kill Arthur.

Your father thought you killed Arthur.

He was going to take the weight because of what he did to you.

What he did to --

I-I told you my father never laid a hand on me.

I found what you were looking for last night.

Anything else you didn't tell us?

I wanted him to go.

Arthur.

I blamed him for everything.

Mother leaving, what -- what my father did to me.

Reason you beat him?

I hated myself for doing it.

But I couldn't stop. I c--

When I came home that afternoon,

Arthur was in his room packing.

I knew he was running away.

I went into my room and closed the door

and stayed there until I heard the door close.

Until he was gone.

It was a relief.

I wanted him to go.

If I had stopped him from going that day...

...he'd still be alive.

What are you gonna do with those?

They're evidence.

We keep them.

What happens to him?

If you'll testify, the D.A. Will file charges.

We'll arrest him.

I don't think I can do that.

Do it. It's not too late.

Miss Delacroix, put him away.

Now what? We put all our money on dad.

Nobody carried that body up the hill.

Whoever killed Arthur killed him up there.

Trent said the neighborhood kids used to play on the hill.

So when Arthur ran away, that's where he went.

If only we could track down his skateboard pals.

His father said a couple of names.

Jimmy? Johnny?

Johnny. Johnny Stokes. Stokes.

I'm on it.

Billets: Jesus. Harry, what are you doing here?

Come here. Take a look at this.

The Waits thing.

Victims, sightings, cons on possible prior attempts.

Waits is all over the map, but nowhere near

where he was arrested --

center of the donut... Echo park. Hmm.

It's brilliant, Bosch.

I think that even the captain can read a map.

I thought you were on your way to Las Vegas. - I was.

Plate's a little full with these cases.

Okay. Take a few days off.

Get away from work, decompress.

I mean it. It's an order.

Waits calls?

You call me. I'll call the task force.

Quit procrastinating. Hit the road.

The thing is, Eleanor and her new husband,

they probably got plans for the holidays.

Oh, and you'd just be in the way?

What I was thinking.

Maddie's been home for three months

practically next door.

Go spend Christmas with your daughter.

Don't be such a pussy.

Brasher: You always wait till the last minute?

I usually wait till after Christmas

to do my Christmas shopping.

Good. I'm not getting you anything, either.

That's a relief.

Maddie have pierced ears?

Pierced ears?

Yeah. She's what? 14?

She'll be 15 next month. So?

That's a little young, isn't it?

Harry, it's not an abortion.

It's just pierced ears.

I don't know if her ears are pierced.

What about a necklace?

Um... Oh, the pavé heart is sweet.