Bosch: Legacy (2022) s03e03 Episode Script

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[Bosch] Previously on Bosch: Legacy
[Maddie] He never
talks about his time in the service.
One time, we cajoled some
friendlies into some intel
on where the local Taliban bomb maker
was plying his trade.
Your father dragged
that dirtbag back in the cave.
Then he blew up the cave.
I just heard a story
about his time in Afghanistan.
Just got me wondering
what other secrets does he have?
- [groans]
- [Bosch] You listen to me, motherfucker.
You got two eyes
Well, who needs a warrant.
We're Bosching Bosch.
Bosch wrote a parole recommendation
for a knucklehead named Curtis Dignan.
Dignan was in the same
cellblock as Preston Borders.
Same cellblock as Dockweiler.
Look into it.
This investigation
is a "Chief's Special".
You can't talk to anyone about this.
Not even your father.
These two hooligans pulled in behind us.
What were they driving?
Uh, a light blue SUV.
And just rolled a stop sign.
[scoffs] Girl, you got pulled over?
- Can't use your car anymore.
- Why?
I'm not taking any chances.
My name's Siobhan Murphy.
My family's missing.
They vanished a month ago. Not a trace.
[Bosch]
A family of four doesn't just disappear.
[Siobhan] I made her that blanket.
She takes it everywhere.
[whimpers]
Mommy?
Daddy?
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[breathes shakily]
[breathing shakily]
[screams]
Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
There's a fire
Of a new day coming 'round ♪
It's a feeling
Like a cool rain coming down ♪
It's a rhythm of a new song singing
It's a rhythm of a new song singing ♪
Oh, my, my, times are changing, ooh ♪
Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
All my life
I've been waiting for this moment ♪
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
[vocalizing]
Oh, my, my, times are changing ♪
[music ends]
[police radio chatter]
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah.
Clean.
Too clean.
How often they come up here?
Uh, once in a blue moon.
[Bosch] Your guys good?
If there's any physical evidence,
they'll find it.
The little girl was attached
to that blanket.
She never went anywhere without it.
[sighs] Not good, is it?
Not good.
[chuckles]
Well, I can tell by
the look on your face.
Nothing?
Nothing at all?
No.
[sighs]
On the plus side, no signs of foul play.
No blood.
No forced entry or
any kind of a struggle.
And her blankie? That
That must be a sign.
It is.
That they were here.
[sighs] Where did they go?
Mexico?
Oh, honestly, I I
just can't picture it.
I'll reach back out to my contact
at the Baja Police,
see if there's anything new.
Yeah, I gotta get back.
Need to follow up on
Gallagher's business.
Yeah, I'm gonna, um,
stick around for a few days.
Just ask around.
- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.
I'll be in touch.
Uh, when you're ready, call and,
uh, I'll come back and get you, okay?
How did you stand it?
That must've been hell.
It was hell.
Unbearable.
But you bear it.
Hour by hour.
Don't lose hope.
I wouldn't.
Won't.
I won't.
[phone buzzes]
- Hey, Dad.
- [Bosch] She answers.
I thought you were ducking me.
Come on. I'm busy.
I'll let you go.
Lunch this week if you can fit me in?
I I might actually
have on-call court so
Okay.
- Okay.
- [whines]
Mmm. Play it by ear.
Something wrong?
Seem a little off.
[inhales sharply]
Everything's fine.
I'm just kinda in a hurry.
You know where I'm at.
Love you.
What do you got?
We got a card in Bosch's name.
Cash withdrawals.
Five hundred bucks a month?
Mm-hmm.
Deposits to Border's canteen account.
Same amounts. Made by his wife.
Can you tie Bosch to the deposits?
- Not yet.
- I wanna take a run at him.
Borders?
Lock him into a story.
Yeah. Brief me the minute
you get back from Wasco.
You interviewed Officer Bosch yet?
We had a chat.
Didn't get much.
You think she'll tip off her dad?
We warned her it's a "Chief's Special."
If she does, it's strike two.
Son of a bitch. I said,
"No cheese, extra guac." What do I get?
Extra cheese, no guac.
Do you want to trade?
Tempting as that sounds,
I think I'll pass.
Fuck it.
I'm not waiting in that line again.
What's with you today?
Nothing.
Bullshit. Something's up.
I can't tell you.
Because?
'Cause I don't want you
to have to lie for me.
I'm a big girl.
You're my partner. You're my boot.
I'm not your boot.
You'll always be my boot.
I can take care of myself.
Spill.
There's, um [sighs]
an investigation going on
and they told me I can't tell anybody.
Not even my dad.
You're right.
I don't wanna have to lie for you.
Keep your lips zipped and say nothing.
Gotcha.
You don't know where this thing's going.
Might just die on the vine.
- Can I help you?
- I'm looking for Sheila Walsh.
We spoke on the phone.
Ah.
You must be Harry Bosch.
I am.
- Thanks for making the time.
- Of course.
Finbar will join us in the office.
And speak of the devil.
- Howdy.
- Hey.
I'd like to talk to you both separately.
Why?
That's how it's done. By the book.
How old is the Gallagher business?
Uh, Stephen started
the company 10 years ago.
I was his first hire.
- He trusted you.
- He did.
You trust him?
- Like family.
- That can be a low bar.
[chuckles] Tell me about it.
When did you come aboard?
Gallagher's went through a downturn.
Needed cash.
What was your stake?
Thirty percent.
[Bosch] Good investment?
Yeah. If I live long enough
and make back half what I put in,
I'll consider myself lucky.
Looking to sell?
No. No, I'm definitely in it
for the long haul.
Who else has access to the company?
[sighs] We use outside vendors to
repair and service our heavy equipment.
Recently, Stephen hired a new company.
Orion.
There is no Orion.
Just Stephen billing his own company
for services not rendered.
That's embezzlement where I come from.
That must have pissed you off.
Yeah, I could have strangled him.
But I didn't. [chuckles]
How much did he take?
Uh, ballpark?
- Million.
- A million.
- That we know of.
- Maybe more.
I understand you put together
a packet for LAPD.
Employee roster.
List of business accounts. Bank records.
I'd like a copy.
The police already have everything.
Here's the thing.
Stephen Gallagher's
mother-in-law hired me.
She's not going anywhere
until she gets some answers
about what happened to her family.
Okay.
Thanks.
Let me ask you a question.
You notice anything different
about him recently?
Uh, mood? Demeanor?
Excited. High spirits.
Looking forward to going to their cabin
in Ojai with great anticipation.
[scoffs] A real family vacation.
Cops said they found his car
at the border.
Car was.
One tentative sighting of the family.
None since.
So, uh, tell me, Mr. Bosch,
what's your best guess?
That's between me and my client.
[Honey] Really? Debate prep?
I haven't had to do
this since law school.
Yeah, well, this is a different beast.
You're inching ahead in the polls.
Time to go for the jugular.
All right. Could be interesting.
I haven't done radio before.
Mama, isn't this what you do
for a living? Argue? Debate?
Yes, dear.
This is not quite the same.
And please,
don't tell me to just be myself.
That would be scary.
Remember. Strong, but not shrill.
- Sense of humor.
- What about it?
- Don't forget you have it.
- [Honey chuckles]
Archer will come out swinging.
Ready?
All right.
Bring it, Mr. District Attorney.
Take your best shot.
Yours or mine?
Yours.
[door buzzes]
Preston Borders.
Who are you?
Recognize him?
- That's Termite.
- Curtis Dignan.
Okay. Termite to me.
I heard he got out.
Why don't you tell us
about your relationship?
[scoffs] My relationship?
We play checkers.
He cheats.
At checkers.
- Did you know that?
- Answer the question.
What's this about?
Who puts the money on your books?
My lovely wife, Rita.
[Robertson] Five hundred a month.
Your wife's cleaning toilets
and mopping floors.
Where she get it?
Your burner call history.
All right. Two numbers.
First one's your wife.
Turn that off.
It just appeared one day.
Found it when I came
back from breakfast.
A missed call. I returned it.
Imagine my surprise.
Harry Bosch.
[Lopez] Who's it from?
The phone, who put it in your cell?
Nuh-uh.
Not so fast.
You haven't even asked me what I want.
You haven't told us what you've done.
What'd you and Bosch talk about?
You're on a big,
fat fishing expedition, Detective.
Sit me down with the DA,
and you'll hear all about it.
- [line rings]
- [Siobhan] Hello?
- Siobhan?
- Mr. Bosch. Any news?
Beto says you've been tacking
up flyers all over Ventura County.
Yeah. Yeah, I've been keeping busy.
Uh, or else I'll go mad.
I can't sleep and
No, I-I know your
intentions are good but,
you know, you're gonna muddy the waters.
Attract crank calls,
false tips.
It'll deplete limited resources.
[scoffs]
Is that the full list
of my transgressions?
I can't just sit here
on my arse doing nothing.
I understand. Look, I-I know
it's agony for you, but you hired me.
I'm on it.
Okay.
So, what am I supposed to do now?
Come back to LA.
I'll come get you.
No, no. That's fine.
I can make my own way.
Thank you.
[Borders] You're on a big,
fat fishing expedition, Detective.
Sit me down with the DA,
and you'll hear all about it.
What's his ask?
Transfer to Lancaster,
closer to his wife.
What if he's looking to
just get out of Wasco for the day?
A little fresh air, wave to the wife,
remember how free people live.
You think he has a story to tell?
There's the original call
from Borders to Bosch
- To Bosch's phone.
- which we've heard.
Borders says to Maddie Bosch,
"Tell your dad I did what he asked.
I took care of it."
Then there's the video of Bosch
assaulting Dockweiler while in custody,
threatening to gouge his eyes out.
Yeah, I found that hard to watch.
That's very disturbing.
[Robertson] Multiple burner-to-burner
calls between Borders and Bosch.
Anything else?
Possible money trail from Bosch
to Borders, involving his wife.
Then there's Curtis Dignan.
Ex-con recently paroled from Wasco.
Who may have been involved in helping
Borders take Dockweiler out for Bosch.
Sounds like conspiracy to me. [sighs]
All right, let's get Borders
in front of a grand jury.
Hand on a Bible.
It goes where it goes. [sighs]
[Mo] Combed through every name
on the employee list,
matched them against payroll,
and I found a former employee who
was on the payroll but not on the list.
Justin Boatman. Who's he?
Sheila Walsh's son.
- No shit.
- Mmm.
Got a record.
Drugs, theft, aggravated assault.
So, a junkie.
Hmm. Sounds like.
Mama left him off the list.
Slipped her mind.
It's gotta be tough
when your kid grows up to be a fuck-up.
[Bosch] Hi.
Justin Boatman?
Over there.
[Bosch] Thank you.
Justin Boatman?
He don't work here no more.
I wanna ask you a few questions.
I said he ain't here, and I'm busy, man.
You tell me fairy tales,
next stop's gonna be your PO, shit bird.
Let's talk about Stephen Gallagher.
Nothing to say about him.
Wherever the fuck he and his family are.
That's my first question.
You know where they went?
Fuck you! Oh!
- Deep breaths.
- [groans]
Let the good air in.
Get the bad air out.
Motherfucker.
Why did Gallagher fire you?
[pants] I borrowed some petty cash.
- Stole it, you mean.
- I was gonna pay it back, I swear.
[breathes heavily]
Fucking Gallagher's the real thief.
- Your mother know what he was up to?
- [exhales sharply]
She did the books. How could she not?
There was a lot of shady shit going on
at that company, and I am not your guy.
[Justin breathes deeply]
I could sue you, you know?
[breathes shakily] Police brutality.
I'm retired.
Breitling Bentley.
Goes for nine G's.
Let you have it for three.
[scoffs] That's kind of steep.
Fine.
Um, hold on.
- Throw in one of them rings.
- Hey, motherfucker.
[chuckles] I look like
a swap meet to you?
[laughs]
[Victoria chuckles]
You know what?
Four more studios
within five blocks of here.
Watch.
I'm just playing, boo. You know me.
Mr. Bosch.
I could have you arrested.
So, what else about
your story is bullshit?
[Finbar] Is there a problem?
She left her son's name off the list.
That's called obstruction.
It's an inadvertent mistake.
Easily rectified.
LAPD could turn this place inside out.
Okay. I think it's
time for you to leave.
I'll bet you do.
[sighs]
Shaking the tree?
Let's see what falls out.
Right now she's calling you
an insufferable asshole.
- I've been called worse.
- Oh, yes, you have.
Ooh, just this second.
You wanna know what they're saying?
No.
Nah, what the fuck is this?
Fifty-fifty. Me, you two.
[Nestor] Yo, this split is whack.
We put in the work, we each get a third.
Risk and reward,
Fortune. Like you preach.
[sighs]
When your sorry ass can sit in
one of these high-end spots
without getting shuffled on, we'll talk.
[sighs] That ain't right.
[inhales sharply] Excuse
me, motherfucker?
Nothing.
[sighs]
You guys find a hidey-hole
for this new merch yet?
[chuckles]
'Course not.
And you wanna come at me
for a bigger split?
Aight!
[inhales deeply]
I'm gonna go find us another ride
and try to move the rest of this weight.
- [exhales deeply, groans]
- [sighs]
[Nestor] Twenty-five percent cut?
Some bullshit.
Shit ain't worth the risk
we're taking, man.
[Nestor sighs]
You know, maybe it's time
we up our game. Hmm?
[Honey] The police are utterly
disheartened
by your failure to enforce the law,
and the public is terrified.
I have a positive and productive working
relationship with local law enforcement.
Who's endorsed you?
Really. I
It's not the Police Protective League.
It's not the County Chiefs' Association.
I've been endorsed by both.
Mr. Archer, would you like to respond?
As our friend, Larry Mantle, can
tell us, silence makes for bad radio.
[Larry] Mr. Archer.
Let's talk about relations
between law enforcement
and the office of District Attorney.
When you were left in the lurch
by the LAPD at a recent event,
who did you turn to for protection?
A retired detective. Harry Bosch.
[Archer] Your close
friend and associate.
[Honey] That's right.
Did you know when you hired him
that he was under investigation
for conspiracy to commit murder?
Whoa, whoa. [stammers]
That's a serious, serious allegation.
[Archer] Is it true?
I have no knowledge of any investigation
concerning Harry Bosch.
My office, in coordination with
the LAPD, is conducting the inquiry.
Well, Larry, perhaps
she'll have more to say
as the investigation into her associate,
Mr. Bosch, unfolds.
[Larry stammers] Let's
pause for a moment.
You're listening to the AirTalk
LA County DA Debate on LAist, 89.3.
[turns radio off]
[line ringing]
[Maddie] I'm not here. Leave a message.
[line beeps]
Mads, it's me.
Call me back as soon as you get this.
I need to give you a heads-up
on something.
[sighs]
Fuck it.
- Hieronymus Bosch?
- Yeah.
A subpoena to appear
before a grand jury.
You've been served.
[sighs]
[reporter] A bombshell claim at tonight's
LA County District Attorney debate
on AirTalk with Larry Mantle.
- You don't answer your phone.
- I've been busy.
- You heard the debate?
- Yeah.
We need to talk.
Can I come in?
[sighs]
[reporter] LAPD homicide detective,
now under investigation
for his part in the death of
[scoffs] I don't know
how you listen to this.
died under suspicious cir
It's bullshit. It'll go away. Well,
there's gonna be some fallout, but
Um [sniffs]
Robertson and Lopez stopped by.
What?
Why didn't you tell me?
They said it was a "Chief's Special".
That I wasn't supposed
to tell anybody, especially you.
- I think you're in the crosshairs too.
- Yeah, you think?
What do I do?
Report it. First thing. Say I came by,
you didn't tell me anything.
How could I, Dad? I don't know anything.
Is this about Dockweiler?
Okay.
Mads
nothing to tell.
Now, I swear on your mother's memory,
I had nothing to do
with Dockweiler's murder.
What about Afghanistan?
[chuckles]
Eleanor's fucking memory.
[breathes shakily]
Mom's memory.
What is wrong with you?
Please leave.
[stammers] Mads.
Okay.
[door opens]
[door closes]
We are outside the
home of Honey Chandler
who has so far declined to comment
on the bombshell
DA Emmitt Archer dropped
in tonight's radio debate
in the race to be
the next district attorney.
Any minute now,
they're gonna storm the Bastille.
This should take the edge off.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
[knocks on door]
It's Harry. Should we let him in
- or throw him to the mob?
- I'll get him.
Get in here.
Jesus, Harry. What do you mean
showing up here like this?
I got subpoenaed.
- Grand jury?
- Preston Borders production.
So it's bullshit?
Jimmy Robertson caught the case.
Means Archer has something
or thinks he does.
Okay.
I have someone inside Archer's campaign.
[puts glass down]
- Michelle.
- Harry.
I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to be rude.
Don't mind me.
Darling, would you mind?
Plausible deniability and all.
[Michelle] Good night.
[chuckles] You have any idea
how much I've been thinking about you?
[Borders chuckles]
Are you coming to see me soon?
Counting the days, honey bunny.
All right. Just don't put it off, okay?
I'm wasting away here without you.
You know I wouldn't leave you
high and dry.
[chuckles] All right.
Time's up. I love you.
Love you more.
Bye.
[machine grinding]
How's the Pres? He talk dirty to you?
Pres is groovy.
How are you guys?
Yeah, we're about done.
Me too.
Me fucking too.
[phone rings]
Something fall out of the tree?
Yeah. Just emailed you an audio file.
Finbar McShane and Sheila Walsh.
Let me find it.
[Finbar] Just heard
from our friend on Signal.
Deal's on for tomorrow night.
There's a catch.
[Sheila] There always is.
[Finbar] It's for less than before.
[Sheila scoffs] Just like that?
Did you haggle?
[Finbar] Best and final.
Do I need to remind you what happens
to people who fuck with this guy?
What do you think?
Son's right.
- Shady shit going on at that company.
- Mm-hmm.
But with who?
Well, we find out tomorrow night.
[Robertson] Captain.
Archer fucked us.
Going public screwed the pooch.
We gotta put this thing into overdrive.
[sighs] Okay.
Where do we stand on the wiretap
for Bosch's house?
We left that phone out there because
we were working on getting a wiretap.
The cat's out of the bag now.
You can kiss that wiretap
and phone goodbye.
Surveillance on Dignan?
You put a tail on Dignan,
he meets with Bosch,
all we have is a meet.
Dignan's on parole.
I trust you can be persuasive.
[whispers] Asshole.
Oh, man. Perfect.
Bosch, I'm working here.
Catch the news?
District Attorney just went public.
He's convened a grand jury.
- Drop your name?
- Why the hell do you think I'm here?
Yo, man, I ain't said nothing to nobody.
Do not lie to me.
Never said a word.
Swear.
Let me tell you something.
Detective working this case is sharp.
Any minute now, he will figure this out
and he will come knocking.
And you don't want me home.
Well, buys both of us some time.
Supposed to hook up with my PO.
But right after that.
[Lopez] We're a day late
and a dollar short.
He's covering his tracks.
What now?
We gotta come at this a different way.
[Lopez] You're not gonna
take a run at Dignan.
Got other plans for Dignan.
All right. It's almost closing time.
[phone chimes]
"No sales. Let's skip."
[exhales sharply] Fuck, man.
We're starving out here.
- Man, fuck that.
- [sighs]
Yeah, you see that?
[driver] Thank you very much.
[Albert] Red purse?
[phone chimes]
[Albert] "Reeks military or cop. No go."
[scoffs] Shit, your
girlfriend's tripping.
Cops eat here? I don't think so.
[phone vibrates]
What's it gonna be, man? Hmm?
- [line ringing]
- Pick up.
- [phone vibrates]
- Roll out or roll over?
[Albert] I ain't here. Leave a message.
[scoffs]
[chuckles]
Stupid ass motherfuckers.
All right, they're turning.
Kill the lights.
[Albert] All right.
Let's make this shit good, Flaco.
- So good, baby.
- Dessert twice?
Uh, yeah, that sounds like a good deal.
I'll take it.
- Get the fuck out of the car.
- [Albert] Get out! Now!
- Oh, my God.
- [Albert] Let go!
[grunting]
- Let go or I pop you.
- Oh, my God! [screams]
- Fucking punk. [grunts]
- Honey Oh, my God! My necklace.
Yo, Flaco, he's strapped.
- Oh, my God. [sobs] My necklace.
- [Albert grunts]
[Nestor] Come on, man. Drive!
Drive, drive!
- [Nestor] Oh, shit. [chuckles]
- [panting]
[both panting]
I heard someone scream.
I went out to see.
I heard the shot.
Just the one shot?
One's plenty.
I went back inside and called 911.
Anything else?
Lots of screaming and yelling.
Some in Spanish.
What were they saying?
One guy called the other guy Flaco.
[breathes deeply]
Thank you.
Appreciate it.
Hey, what's Flaco mean?
Skinny.
Got three cousins go by Flaco.
Run the names anyway.
Probably get the phone book back.
- Where's my mom?
- [both] Running late.
Thought she'd be here by now.
Said she had an errand to run.
[sighs] Seen the polls?
[groans]
Never look at them on an empty stomach.
Mmm. Well, have a blueberry muffin
and face reality.
That bad?
We're experiencing a little dip
in the numbers at the moment.
Which is happy talk
for we're sinking in the polls.
Mo.
Come here.
Video up?
And
rolling.
- McShane.
- Mmm.
- Jumpy.
- Mm-hmm.
- He's on the move. Let's tip.
- Mmm.
So much for my eyes and ears.
It caught all of us by surprise.
Yeah. Well, some more than others.
- I'll make it up to you.
- You bet you will.
Does Archer have
a legitimate case against Bosch?
I will find out what's new.
Before the election.
- I see why he's nervous.
- Yeah.
I'll give you 20-to-1
he doesn't take the deal.
I'll take that.
- [Bosch chuckles]
- Come on.
[speaks Spanish]
Always a pleasure.
[Bosch] Who the fuck is he?
This guy shaking down
the Gallagher business?
I don't know what's going on
but whatever it is, it ain't kosher.
[breathing heavily, grunting]
[whimpering]
[whimpering]
[sobbing]
- [sobbing]
- [groaning]
[Kathleen sobs] No, please, no.
- No, please! [sobbing]
- [Stephen, Kerry yelling]
[muffled yelling]
[Bosch] Next time on Bosch: Legacy
Curtis Dignan. Take a ride with us.
- I have a choice?
- We all got a choice, my brother.
We're gonna bring Borders down
for his grand jury appearance.
[Robertson] What are you so happy about?
They told me I'd never see
the light of day again.
Yet, uh, here I am.
Archer has some kind of record
of phone calls between you and Borders.
That's bullshit.
Harry [sighs] is there anything
you wanna tell me?
[Mo] Bing Cherry Crider.
Buying and selling stolen machinery?
Money laundering. Extortion too.
Any way you slice it, Bing's a dubious
dude to be in business with.
Follow-homes. Hear anything?
Some chatter about a new crew.
Do what's right here.
Somebody's gonna get killed.