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Okay, listen up.
I want every call, no matter how trivial, charted on the map.
You get a hot shot, a cluster, you send a car.
I don't care if somebody calls,
Says they saw a guy with a band-aid on his nose,
black eye... get the location, put it on the map.
Okay. Head on a swivel. Let's find this asshole.
- Anything, Kiz? - Not a lot of working cameras over there.
Bangers see to that.
Jerry, what do you got on the abandoned factory?
I went back on the title search 40 years.
Started as cold storage, then a brake-pad
- factory, home insulation. - Insulation.
Waits said his father worked in that area,
Got sick from asbestos or something.
That's how he knew the place.
Kiz, we're gonna need the van video.
Take a look what Waits said on the ride over.
- On it. - Hey.
Phones ringing off the hook. That's a good sign.
Yeah, lots of sightings. Nothing solid yet.
We think he abandoned a jacked pickup in Lincoln Heights.
Owner was found in the back under a tarp, shot in the face.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
So we're searching the alleys in the area, going house to house.
My guess is he probably stole another vehicle
- in that neighborhood. - What do you want me to do, Harry?
- Waits got Crate's badge and gun. - Fuck me.
All right, we got to put out an all-units broadcast.
Can you write something up, get it out to communications?
Yeah. Oh, man. Pounds is gonna shit blood.
Forget Pounds, all right?
Let's grab up this asshole, get Crate's stuff back.
Yeah, right.
Irving: Offering a fat reward wouldn't hurt, sir.
Tenzer: I was also thinking we should bring in the marshals
- and the bureau. - Chief, I'd say negative on the feds.
Our mess, we clean it up.
You're probably right, Irv. What else?
Well, if I may, sir,
I'd suggest putting together a fugitive task force.
Off the top of my head, I'd say it's a good idea.
I'll get back to you on that asap.
That'd be all, chief?
Bit hectic on this end, as you could imagine.
Of course, Irv. All for now. Have a better one.
Asshole.
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- Oh! - You left the door unlocked.
David!
- You're home. - Ma, the back door...
You left it unlocked. It's not safe.
Well, I opened the door to get some fresh air.
- But I will be more careful. - I hope so.
- How was your trip, David? - I don't know.
Tiring.
You know, mom, I thought I'd come stay with you
for the holidays, if that's okay.
Oh. Oh, of course it's okay.
You are more than welcome. Stay as long as you like.
Thank you.
- Merci beaucoup. - De rein.
Oh.
I think I've run out of my lupus medications.
Yeah, it looks like it.
Looks like you got a little flare-up.
- Mm. - Well, I'll take care of it tomorrow.
Are you hungry? Should I make dinner?
I am a little peckish.
No string beans.
No, no string beans.
Here you go.
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Woman: Cardiology on call to the O.R.
Cardiology on call to the O. R.
Barrel, wake up.
- Oh. Harry. - Go home. Get some sleep.
- What about you? - I'm wide awake.
Okay, thanks.
- How's he doing? - Still ticking.
- He's tough. - That he is.
That's one fucking bad break. Thanks, pal.
To radiology. Dr. Sherman to radiology.
- Chief. - How's Detective Moore?
Not out of the woods yet.
District Attorney held his press conference last night.
I heard.
He dwelt at length on the fact that we let Waits get away.
In an hour, I'll be announcing a fugitive task force
to apprehend Waits. Captain Pounds will be in command.
Pounds? I thought the idea was to apprehend Waits.
You're to have no part of that task force, detective,
or that investigation. Is that understood?
You're throwing me to the wolves, chief.
Detective in charge of the field trip is left off the task force.
What's that say?
I know too well your propensity for operating ad hoc, Bosch.
Not this time.
You want to help the department and yourself?
Close your case.
Find out who really killed the Delacroix boy.
Prove Waits was lying from the start
and that o'Shea... was a fool for believing him.
- Look at this. - L.T. pair you up?
- Yeah, for the Waits task force. - Till Crate comes off the D.L.
Thought I sent you home to get some sleep.
I'll sleep when this is over. I did change my shirt.
I want to look my best for the cameras when we catch that asshole.
You could use a fresh one, too, Harry. You're kind of ripe.
Oh!
Harry.
- What's up? - Check it out.
Now I'd like to introduce Deputy Chief Irving...
- Ohh! - Who will oversee this task force.
Oh, yeah, Tenzer's teeing up Irving for his big moment in the sun.
Thank you, Chief Tenzer.
Before I introduce Captain Pounds,
I'd just like to assure the people of Los Angeles
that every effort is being made to apprehend this criminal.
I don't get it. I don't get it.
Why is Irving putting Pounds in charge of the posse?
Doesn't he want to catch this fucking guy?
- Exactly what I said to him before. - What'd he say?
Told me to mind my own business, so, I have.
Edgar and I are headed out to the valley
to interview Arthur Delacroix's father.
But I wish them the best of luck.
Oh, I almost forgot. Uh, visitor.
I stashed her in the L.T.'s office. Christine Waters.
Mrs. Waters?
Detective, I know you're busy.
I wish you'd called. I'm on my way out.
I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask a quick question in person,
- not over the phone. - That's fine. Sit down.
What can I do for you?
I've been following the news.
This man, this Waits person, did he kill my son?
Did he kill Arthur?
We don't know yet. We're still investigating.
What's your personal opinion?
Your son was abused for years.
His injuries were chronic and severe.
So, it's logical to suspect that his death is connected to that abuse
and not some random encounter with a stranger.
You suspect Arthur's father?
As I said, we're still investigating.
But this Waits person confessed.
But we're not entirely convinced he was telling the truth.
- Thank you for your time, detective. - Of course.
All these years, I've had this daydream
that my children were okay and doing well,
even thriving without me.
That I'd see them again some day,
and that they'd forgive me.
Mrs. Waters, the situation you were in,
it must have been very difficult to know what to do.
Oh, I knew what I was doing.
I saved myself at their expense.
Not too late to go visit your daughter. While you're still here.
I'm afraid it is.
Oh!
Oh, my pills, dear. The... the round one, please.
Whoa! Dizzy.
No, ma. Ma, it's triangles for the dizzies.
It's the round ones for pain, remember?
- Are you sure? - Yes. Yes, I'm sure.
I wrote it down for you. It's on the fridge.
Oh, put the TV on, dear.
Oh, t-turn it up, please. Oh, a-and my...
my glasses. Have you seen my glasses?
I... I-I can't find them anywhere.
Nope.
Oh! Would you do my pills, please?
Mm-hmm.
I went through the week's worth while you were gone,
and I was very confused by the eighth day.
Ma, after I do your meds, I have to go out for awhile.
- Why? - Um, for work.
But I-I won't be gone long.
But it's the holidays.
I mean, don't these people know that you have family?
Ma.
- Windows can wait! - Look, it's my busy season.
Make hay while the sun shines. Isn't that what you always say?
Well, maybe it'll rain. Then you don't have to wash windows.
- You can stay with me. - Hmm.
Edgar: You've made up your mind about the father, right?
He's the one?
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