Bosch: Legacy

Previously on Bosch.

You know, on my desk at work, I have pictures of three young women.

They've never been identified. Their murders have never been solved.

Why do you keep them, the pictures?

To remind me.

Everybody counts or nobody counts.

Detective, when you shot and killed Mr. Flores,

weren't you, in effect, avenging your mother's death?

- Objection. - You got a lot of fucking nerve.

See you around, Detective.

Most likely in court.

Guys like you never stop stepping on their own dicks.

Borders' claim from the get-go, the police manipulated the evidence.

No basis for it. It's bullshit. I've never planted evidence.

I believe you.

So is that a yes?

How can I not take you on as a client? It's too delicious.

Like a feral cat, you don't trust anyone.

You take too many risks.

We're cut from the same stone, you and I.

We do what we have to.

Chandler drives you pretty hard.

Just another relentless role model.

Don't idolize her too much, Mads.

What, I can't admire a strong woman who's really good at what she does?

Trying to get guilty people off, I find that hard to admire.

No, I get it.

When she's representing you, she's cool,

and when she's representing anybody else, she's not.

Meet me in the lobby. Don't be late. I hope you're ready.

How is she?

Stable. Still critical.

Medically induced coma.

She's hanging in there.

She's tough.

Yeah, she is.

Look, there's no easy way to say this. You're in danger.

Go back to the car! Go back to the car!

- Go, go, go! -

So who hired them?

Look at the targets.

Franzen, Chandler, my daughter.

Who benefits if they get taken out?

Carl Rogers.

Hedge fund guys don't buy hits on witnesses.

This hedge fund guy, Carl Rogers, he hired someone to kill me.

I know.

Carl Rogers.

You're under arrest for murder.

What are you looking at?

The LAPD application portal.

You all do something that matters. What am I doing with my life?

You may get a call asking you to vouch for an applicant to the Police Department.

Sure. Who?

Um...

Me.

Maddie.

Welcome back.

I got five innocent victims and you're asking me to stand down?

Sometimes we have to make compromises for the greater good.

Bullshit.

Take it.

Keep it.

Bosch, who are you if you don't have a badge?

I'm gonna find out.

To become a state-licensed private detective,

you must have at least 6,000 hours

of compensated experience in investigative work.

Do you have that?

I do.

You sure?

Does 26-plus years with the LAPD count?

Adam 77, continuing westbound First.

Adam 77, westbound First, approaching Vignes.

North on Vignes. Northbound Vignes.

Westbound Temple from Vignes.

Air 12, advise ground units, roadblock on Temple.

- Repeat, roadblock on Temple. - Clear. You're clear.

Adam 77, code six on Temple. Suspects have TCed.

We're in foot pursuit. Two male whites, dark pants, dark tops.

Air 12, officers in pursuit.

Westbound Alameda and Temple.

Don't fucking move!

Adam 77, suspect in custody.

My partner is outstanding.

Air 12, do you have him?

All Hollenbeck and Central units standby.

Air 12?

Air 12, do you have a visual?

Adam 77, code six with my partner,

Temple north of Alameda, one suspect in custody.

Oh, man, can these guys book.

What the hell were you thinking?

What do you mean? I-I thought...

You're not supposed to think,

and you're sure as shit not supposed to separate from your partner.

There were two of them.

You call for backup.

You never leave your partner. You stay with your partner.

I'm writing you up, boot.

What the fuck, O'Neill?

You're just pissed 'cause I caught mine and yours got away.

Nice mouth. I'm writing you up for that too.

And this suspect here? He's mine.

Yours got away.

Get the car. Let's go.

Coltrane. Come on, boy.

Coltrane.

Nope.

Try it backwards.

No go.

Backwards and upside down.

Upside down?

Yeah, yeah. Make the six a nine and the nine a six.

Got it.

Somebody's coming.

Shouldn't have opened the music box.

No shit.

["Salt Peanuts" by Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker plays on stereo]

What the fuck?

What's that about, man, not taking your gun?

It's about not risking an automatic three-year enhancement

on a breaking and entering charge.

Mm.

Hey, how'd you play the tunes?

Oh, you know, tapped into the wi-fi, found a speaker on the house network.

Nifty.

Basic.

Bebop?

Oh, "Salt Peanuts." Man, my favorite. You?

"Night in Tunisia."

Oh, yeah, also good.

Dizzy and Bird, baby. Dizzy and Bird.

Hey, you got anything else for me this week?

I'll let you know.

Cash? Come on, Bosch, when you gonna shake hands with Venmo?

Cash is so last century.

So am I, brother.

So am I.

- Hey, champ. - Hey, man.

How you holding up these days?

Uh, I'm okay, Doc.

All right, see you tomorrow.

My last night training with him, the asshole writes me up.

Can you believe that?

Your first ding, right?

Yeah, so far.

I wouldn't worry about it. Everybody has a hiccup.

I guess.

Look, if you had a perfect record, I'd be worried.

You learn from your mistakes.

Theoretically.

Okay, not everybody, but you do and you will.

Did you ever get written up when you were a boot?

Shit, Mads, I barely made it through the Academy.

They said I had a deep-seated disdain for authority.

Bordering on insubordination.

Boy, did they get that wrong.

Right?

Thankfully, I never have to work with him again.

Who's your new TO?

Oh, I don't know yet. Here they are.