Bosch (2014) s04e04 Episode Script

Past Lives

1 (CRICKETS CHIRPING) (GRUNTS) (SNIFFS) Actually drove by Hollywood Station.
Goddamn microwave forest.
All those news vans lined up.
Fucking L.
A.
City wants to blame this on a cop.
Already made up their minds.
City doesn't decide.
People have no idea.
They have no fucking idea what it takes to do this work.
I didn't do Howard Elias, Bosch.
I wouldn't waste a bullet on that motherfucking shyster.
I did, once.
Have to kill a guy.
You read about that in my TEAMS report? (SNIFFS) Oscar Villanova.
Male, Hispanic.
It was a good shoot, everyone said, you know? But every October 12, his birthday, I think about how he's not getting any older.
All our secrets come out at some time, Frank.
Maybe it's your time.
I didn't kill Elias.
I did Black Guardian.
I did that one, Bosch.
I'm not proud of it.
(SNIFFS) Happened just like Harris said.
(GRUNTS) (SNIFFS) Pencil in the ear, squeal and confess.
Heat of the moment.
Thought we had our guy.
I was so fucking angry.
The Kincaid girl, picturing her tied up somewhere and alone, scared.
You'd have done the same thing, Harry.
You would've.
Cops like us, we get stuff done.
Who else knows? Terry Drake? Elias.
Elias knew.
Must have.
How would Elias know? Put me on trial.
Blow up my whole fucking life.
Tell me about Friday night.
I was home.
Shit-faced.
Counting the cracks in the ceiling.
Next thing I know, I'm curled up on the floor with an empty bottle of Maker's and my phone is ringing.
It's my partner.
Rook's at Angels Flight.
Come on down.
Your wife with you? No, she was at her sister's.
With my boy Liam.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Oh, I drink alone, Harry.
A lot.
Okay.
We'll go in together, tomorrow.
Get a rep, get your side of the story on record.
Make it official.
Fuck a rep.
- I need a lawyer.
- Okay.
(SIGHS) All of it? Much as you can stomach.
Shit.
I don't know.
Need to call your wife? No.
You can crash here on the sofa.
Yeah.
Thanks.
(SIGHS) Okay.
Oh, shit.
(SNIFFS) (SIGHS) (CHUCKLES) Gun's dry, Harry.
I got scared of myself.
I got a feeling that I can't let go I got a feeling that I can't let go I got a feeling that I can't let go - Can't let go - I got a feeling that I can't let go - Can't let go, can't let go - I got a feeling That I can't let go I got a feeling that I can't let go - Can't let go, can't let go - I got a feeling That I can't let go Can't let go Can't let go Like me.
- You need to get going, Jerry.
- Where's the milk? - The real milk.
- Almond milk is real milk.
(CHUCKLES) I've got plenty of time.
The boys.
Right.
You don't want them to see me here.
I don't want to answer all the questions after they see you.
Help me get into the rig.
(SIGHS) Thought you were riding a desk.
Gonna miss having me around all the time? (CHUCKLES) Not gonna miss the beard.
- Yeah, okay.
(CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES) Go.
For real? Are you serious? - (CHUCKLES) - Bye.
Frank.
(BIRDS CHIRPING) Maddie? Maddie? (PHONE RINGING) Hello? REGGIE: Eleanor? Reggie, thank God.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Morning, gentlemen.
Oh, maybe for you.
We're up to our tits in headless bodies.
Headless body in a topless bar.
- An oldie but a goodie.
- Bite me, Santiago.
This caper should have been yours.
Hey, what do you want me to do? Call these people back, would you? Particularly this delightful creature.
- She sounds hot but not in a good way.
- Mm.
(LINE RINGING) - Yes.
- Ms.
Duncan, Detective Robertson.
An L.
A.
Times reporter woke me up this morning, Detective, asking about my relationship with Howard Elias.
What are you talking about? It broke online.
Elias' mistress.
My name.
Ma'am, I promise you it didn't come from me.
Some radio shock jock called my husband.
Now he knows.
Everybody knows.
Look, Ms.
Duncan, - I'm sorry, but - (CLICK) Hello? "The longer we wait to apprehend Francis Sheehan, the more potential" (CHUCKLES) A little wordy.
You're not writing a novel.
But it's good, Pierce.
I've been through I don't know how many different angles of this Cal Plaza footage already.
Nothing.
Maybe the shooter took the cameras into account.
If you chart where the coverage isn't, you might find his path in and out.
Somebody told a reporter about the mistress.
Wasn't me.
Jerry.
Good to see you.
Good to be seen.
Another visitor, Rondell? No, he's on the task force.
Got the call last night.
(DOOR OPENS) Special Master says these are the last of them.
We sprung a leak to the press.
And you assume it was us.
Thank you.
Bosch know? Don't worry about me, Jimmy.
I'm all in.
Mrs.
Sheehan? Yes, I'm Margaret.
I'm Detective Bosch, LAPD.
Is Frank home? Probably.
If he's not at work, he must be sleeping one off.
Oh.
Address we have for him.
We split up.
Two years ago.
He comes back, time to time, to see Liam.
Has he come by recently? What's this about? Well, he was with me last night, stayed at my place.
- (SCOFFS) So he was drunk.
- No, no.
He was supposed to come to Hollywood Station with me this morning, give a statement.
About that dead lawyer? I'm sure Frank didn't have anything to do with that.
So he says.
Then shame on you.
So much for the thin blue line.
I thought cops were supposed - to help each other out.
- I got to find him first.
How long has he been like this? I told you.
A couple years.
Since Black Guardian.
Frank didn't do that either, okay? IA cleared him.
He was a little messed up at the time about something else.
It was no one's fault.
It was just I've got his address somewhere.
Hey, hold on.
I'll find it for you.
(ENGINE STARTS) Oh.
(GRUNTS SOFTLY) There.
- (HONKS) - MAN: Whoa! Hey! (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) WALKER: Uh, quiet, please.
Quiet.
Find a seat.
Settle down.
LAPD killed Howard Elias.
ZEALY: And why are the detectives that tortured Michael Harris not already in police custody for this murder? Miss, you're out of order.
And why was Martin Elias pulled in? Justice for Elias.
Right? - No justice, no peace! - That's right.
No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace! - Quiet.
- No justice, no peace! - No justice, no peace! - Quiet, please.
- Ord Quiet, please.
- No justice, no peace! (CHANTING QUIETS DOWN, STOPS) You're not being fair to the people who have waited patiently.
Now, please.
Next speaker.
Me? I came here to talk about surveillance cameras in community gardens, but I want to hear what's going on with the Howard Elias case, too.
- That's right.
- Yeah! -Yeah! -Yeah! MAN: That's right, there! I'll tell you what's going on.
The LAPD Miss Miss, you need to take your turn.
The LAPD cannot be trusted to investigate their own.
We need an outside, impartial eye on this.
Can we find someone to escort this young lady out of the room? The LAPD needs to hand this case over to the FBI, period.
No justice, no peace.
No justice, no peace.
- No, don't touch me.
Don't touch me.
- No justice, no peace! - Don't No! - No justice, no peace! - No justice, no peace! - Let the - (CHANTING CONTINUING) -Hey! - Get your hands off of me! Let's get the commissioners out of here.
Let's go.
Everyone, let's go.
- No justice, no peace! - IRVING: Everyone remain seated until the disrupters have been detained.
No justice, no peace! WALKER: All right, let's go.
All right.
No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace! You should've hauled Sheehan's bony ass in here last night.
Judgment call.
Look, he's turned off his phone, cleaned out his personal bank account.
Transferred some to his wife's.
Got anything solid says he did Elias? Man's gone to ground.
You fucked up.
Oh.
J.
Edgar.
- Help you with something? - Nah.
I'm here to help.
Chief said something about you asking for another real detective.
Look, just because he gave you a gun doesn't mean he didn't do Elias.
He could've used a drop.
We all know he has a backup duty weapon.
- Then why admit to Black Guardian? - He higged you, Bosch.
- I don't think so.
I believe him.
- So did they.
Well, it wouldn't be the first time a cop lied to IA.
We asked Sheehan to come in, he came to me instead.
Yeah, well, we still need - his statement on the record.
- Okay.
So, Jimmy, put some blue-suiters on it, get him back.
- (SIGHS) -You clear the other cops from the files? - Yeah, so far.
- It's Francis Sheehan.
- Show me evidence.
- That depo where he threatened Elias is a video.
It's in archives.
Go get it.
Don't wait for them to ship it to us.
Is anybody else gonna go through the Kincaid murder book? - We're here so nobody has to.
- Fresh eyes couldn't hurt.
LINCOLN: Oh, waste of time.
We went through it with a fine-toothed comb - for Black Guardian.
- (PHONE RINGS) Not fine enough to comb out Sheehan's lies.
Eleanor, you hold on a second? I don't mind doing it.
- Good idea.
- In the meantime, let's get eyes on Sheehan's house, wife, apartment, vehicles, and have a patrol hang by his kid's school.
What's up? ELEANOR: I heard from Reggie this morning.
I could use some advice.
BOSCH: About Reggie? Maddie.
Is she okay? ELEANOR: She's fine.
Look, Harry, I know you're busy.
I just No, no, no.
Uh, Du-par's, Farmers Market.
15.
Thanks, Harry.
- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - (KNOCKING) Grace, you wanted to see me? Yeah, I'm looking over Wozniki's CUBO complaint, trying to determine the appropriate resolution.
Now, you know her.
Can we ever really know anyone? Oh, don't fuck with me, Thorne.
I've got to write the LOT.
How about a five-day hit? - That's Captain's job.
- (SIGHS) You've only got one bar, Grace, same as me.
Fake it till you make it, I guess.
Excuse me? My two pesos, let's wait till the real captain comes back.
If he needs a rec, I'll be happy to give it then.
(DOOR CLOSES) (DOOR OPENS) What's this we're hearing about a permitted protest this weekend? Culminating at Hollywood Station.
"Seeking Justice Now.
"For all marginalized peoples whose destinies are intertwined.
" Sounds like Black Lives Matter.
It's not.
But I don't doubt they'll be there.
Justice Now.
The inspiration of a UCLA grad student.
Oh, Lord.
Desiree Zealy.
The mayor is concerned that, given what happened at the commission meeting this morning, this is recipe for a riot.
I believe the preferred term is "civil unrest.
" Whatever you want to call it, we cannot let it turn into No one is more aware of what this could become than me.
Fine.
I'll tell the mayor that y But riot gear and a premature show of force will only inflame what may otherwise be an uneventful exercise in free speech.
I would think civil unrest is the last thing you would want, three months into your tenure as chief.
And I would think City Hall and LAPD have an equal stake in what happens.
Course we do.
Chief.
Ms.
Kowski.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) So basically my marriage is over.
I think I spent the last three months fooling myself that it wasn't.
She's not a little girl.
Just tell her the truth.
That it's my fault? (PHONE RINGS) You need to get that? No.
(SIGHS) You and Reggie should talk to her together.
Reggie's not coming, Harry.
Chinese government took his passport, he can't travel.
He spent two weeks in detention.
Why? I don't know.
Maybe because of the work I was doing for Griffin over there.
Reggie sure thinks so.
Feds were investigating Stanley Woo in China? Please.
(SHORT CHUCKLE) Dragon Head of the Wu Fu Triad.
How does he not get looked at? You told me Reggie walked away from his uncle and the family business when he married you.
Walked away.
Walked back.
Swell.
When were you gonna tell me? Organized crime is a fact of China.
Has been for a thousand years.
Reggie doesn't think of it the way we do.
I don't care what Reggie thinks, but our daughter I know.
That's why Maddie and I stayed in Vegas when you got the job in Macao.
Why'd you go back last year? I just I wasn't ready to give up on him.
And then Griffin came to me with an assignment.
Help them see if family Woo was behind something they were looking into, and I'd get my credentials back.
I know, I know.
I just thought if I could show Reggie what his uncle was doing, he would come back to us.
Turns out his uncle wasn't even involved.
- In that.
- In that.
Reggie found out, we had this blow-out.
Said I had to choose between the FBI and him.
And I said, "No, it's your choice: your uncle, or Maddie and me.
" You did the right thing.
I kept trying to convince myself that he was gonna choose us.
And then, this morning He's making a big mistake.
I loved him, Harry.
Past lives just catch up with us.
Can't change who we are.
Not your fault.
Not his.
Maddie takes the hit.
She's a tough bird, like her mama.
She'll understand.
That her mom is a two-time loser? Come on, Eleanor.
What's the matter with me? Not a thing.
(CAR HORN HONKS TWICE) You should get back.
- No, come on, Els, you don't have to - Look, this helped.
I'm gonna I'm gonna tell her tonight.
Els (CELL PHONE RINGING) Eleanor.
Phone.
(MOTORCYCLE REVVING) - Fuck! - (PANICKED SHOUTING) (CAR ALARM BLARING) (PHONE LINE RINGING) DISPATCHER: 911.
What is your emergency? Shots fired, officer down.
Du-par's, at Farmers Market, Third and Fairfax.
Need an airship.
Two suspects on a motorcycle, headed east on Third.
DISPATCHER: Stay on the line.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Didn't care to come upstairs? Thought it would be better to talk out here.
Too many eyes and ears inside.
Yeah.
It must be hard for you.
Look, I'm trying to make it easier for your partner to come clean.
- Where is he? - Fuck off, Santiago.
My partner didn't kill that lawyer.
Then why'd he rabbit? (CHUCKLES) - You didn't know he was missing.
- He's not missing.
Second call.
- Second call.
- Yeah.
Why don't you save the cover for your captain? Frank's in the wind, man.
Act of a guilty man.
You want to help your partner, you'll help me.
You sleep with dogs and wake up with fleas.
Like Rafael Perez, the rest of your Rampart buddies.
Yeah, you don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, well, Drake told me that you'd do anything to make a case.
Even sell a good cop - down the river.
- Bullshit.
Drake was the one who taught me good cops can't be sold.
Yeah, you're a fucking rat.
As long as I'm up there you're down here.
(SIRENS WAILING) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) MAN: This the officer? Okay, sir, we got her.
You can step aside.
You injured? Sir? Sir, are you injured? No.
Sir? Sir, I need you to stay here.
Her name was Eleanor Wish.
Call the FBI Westwood office, - SAC Jay Griffin.
- Please, sir, I need you to stay.
I got to go be with my daughter.
I'll come back.
(BREATHING SHAKILY) MAN: Ms.
Zealy.
Chief Irving wonders if you have a minute.
Yeah.
Sure.
Ms.
Zealy.
Should I be asking for a lawyer? No.
No, we're just talking here.
I see.
Your strategy this morning was misguided.
You need to bring in the FBI on Elias.
No indication of a hate crime - or a political motive.
- (LAUGHS) From where you sit, no, I don't imagine there is.
Take a breath, Ms.
Zealy.
Give my detectives a chance to do their job.
A task force led by Harry Bosch? Bosch is an excellent investigator.
He's had eight officer-involved shootings.
This is the white man you think is gonna drill down - to the truth? - I do.
Howard Elias was killed for being uppity enough to take Black Guardian to trial.
If we find proof of that, I promise - we will act on it.
- No disrespect, Chief, but your promises don't mean shit.
This is bigger than you and the LAPD.
This goes back 400 years.
And I'm sick of it.
I'm just sick.
How does it help anyone if your protest turns violent? You told us you would help make things better.
I can.
I will.
Put aside all this noise you make, can you say the same? Can I go now? Chief, a shots fired call was just broadcast over the radio.
It's an FBI agent.
Eleanor Wish.
(SIGHS) (BIRDS CHIRPING) (CHIRPING CONTINUES) REPORTER (ON TV): outside Du-par's restaurant at the Farmers Market on Fairfax.
Emergency crews responded to a call of shots fired at the crowded establishment and rushed the woman to the hospital.
The victim's name has not been released, and authorities have no further details about the murder at this time.
We're going live to the scene.
Thanks, Julie.
Eyewitnesses we've talked to say it happened very quickly.
Two men dressed in black, riding on one motorcycle, - opened fire - You talk to Harry? Call went straight to voice mail.
parking lot just here.
The motorcycle then sped off down the parking lot there and disappeared.
- There were no other fatalities - (CLEARS THROAT) or injuries.
I am so sorry.
Harry.
You seen Grace? - She's out.
- I got to go back.
- I got you.
Go.
- And Maddie.
Yeah, I'll take her to LaTonya's.
Go.
Come on.
Harry.
Bottom drawer of my desk.
Harry, you and Maddie need anything at all I know.
Thanks, buddy.
Jimmy, I'm gonna be tied up for a little while.
Yeah.
We'll press on.
Shit.
Hold up, hold up.
Mads, what's the passcode for Mom's cell phone? June 13.
(SIGHS) (EXHALES) GRIFFIN: Eleanor, it's Jay.
My brother's in town.
Call me when you get this.
(SIREN WAILING) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) He made her.
Okay, but does this? Why? Oh, look, Bosch is here.
What'd you have her doing? Detective, I'm deeply sorry.
- You put her in the crosshairs.
- No, this came out of the blue.
This came out of a situation that you put her in.
Eleanor was one of ours.
The entire bureau is devastated.
No one more than me.
Just let us do our jobs.
Job that got her killed.
What were you two meeting about? She's the mother of my child.
Agent Wang's gonna take your statement.
Anything you can tell us would be helpful.
That a one-way street? No.
We'll share what we can.
I'm so sorry, Detective.
Truck's right over here.
Hey, Bosch.
You know where her cell phone is? No.
My dad got shot.
Jack.
You hungry? You want something to drink? (SNIFFLES) I keep thinking I should call her.
Tell her this horrible thing that happened.
(CRYING) Thank you.
She can stay as long as she needs.
How's Harry? Only saw him for a second.
I called your desk.
Barrel picked up.
Said you were working the Elias task force.
That's Harry.
Well, I'm pushing paper for them, not You want this, us to have a chance? Don't lie.
(SILVERWARE CLINKS IN JAR) (GARBLED RADIO TRANSMISSION) (SIREN BLARING) (TAPPING HANDS ON TABLE) - (SIGHS) - (CHAIR RATTLES) Jesus Christ.
(SIREN BLARING) (GARBLED RADIO TRANSMISSION) (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) Sorry to keep you waiting.
Stress of these situations can be dehydrating.
I'm good.
Right.
Let's get started.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING) Today's date is March 27, 2017, and the time is 1330 hours.
My name is Special Agent Lulu Wang.
I am currently within the FBI mobile command vehicle, which is parked outside the crime scene located at Fairfax and Third Street.
Present in the vehicle with me is Detective three, Harry Bosch, LAPD, Hollywood Division.
I'm putting the Mobile Field Force off-site, and the officers who are up to date in de-escalation on point.
(SIGHS) Chief? Sorry.
Go on.
I don't want a hint of riot gear until it's necessary, especially with CNN around the corner.
How's Bosch? (SIGHS) He's, um still talking to the feds.
Was he close to his ex? The one who got away.
(GARBLED RADIO TRANSMISSION) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Detective.
She'll be missed.
I need to pick up some things for my daughter.
Sure.
(GARBLED RADIO TRANSMISSION) I don't think I'm out of school telling you this did not make sense.
You working the murder or the operation? Both.
I was Eleanor's handler.
She talk to you about the case? I already told Agent Wang everything I know.
Okay.
Anyone else know about your meeting with her today? Anyone? We're starting.
Her husband called from China.
They took his passport.
Were you aware of that? Where is that? Borrego Springs.
DENG: Beautiful.
I took this picture.
I need a minute.
Sure.
No rush.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Just heard about Bosch.
Yeah.
Sheehan's depo.
See what we got.
Police! We have a warrant to search the premises.
He's a suspect.
Knock it down.
- MAN: Clear.
- MAN 2: Clear.
MAN 3: Clear.
Keep your eyes open.
Sheehan has lots of friends.
You never know where their loyalties fall.
PIERCE: Okay, glove up.
After photos, like the warrant says, anything and everything that might tell us where Francis Sheehan's gone.
ELIAS: And smashing Mr.
Vernon's face into the ground was Detective Rooker's standard tactic? No, sir.
Nobody ever said anything about anyone smashing a face into the ground.
ELIAS: Did it ever occur to you that the reason Mr.
Vernon couldn't stay still, why he was flailing around, was because he couldn't breathe? You know, if he couldn't breathe, he probably wouldn't have been running his mouth talking about how he couldn't breathe, right? He forget the camera was rolling? ELIAS: What? You think this is funny? SHEEHAN: No.
No, I don't.
You ask me, I think the whole thing's fucking ridiculous, you know? You giving my partner all this crap, putting him through all this shit so you can bank your hot third.
Bad behavior, but doesn't really rise to the level of a threat.
ROBERTSON: Oh, yeah.
You got something? ELIAS: Are you aware Detective Rooker had a domestic violence complaint from an ex-girlfriend? Are you aware that it never happened and that the bitch was lying? So fuck you, Elias! - LAWYER: Frank.
- SHEEHAN: You motherfucker.
Some day someone's gonna put a fucking cap in your ass! Oh, wow.
LAWYER: Calm down, Frank.
Just have a seat.
- SHEEHAN: No, I'm done.
- That is a threat.
(TAPS COMPUTER KEY) (CAR HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE) (CRICKETS CHIRPING) You need anything, you call me.
- I will.
- Okay.
Thanks.
You doing all right, Harry? (SIGHS) You give this to Jerry? Tell him I'll I'll send him the passcode.
He'll know what to do.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
(CAR DOOR OPENS) (ENGINE STARTS) (SNIFFLES) (SNIFFLES) Mads, where you going? (SNIFFLES) My room.
(DOOR CLOSES) We can talk if you want.
(MADDIE SIGHS, SNIFFLES) Why aren't you more upset? Oh.
No, honey, I I am.
Me and Mom should have gone to Hong Kong.
None of this would have ever happened if we had been there and not here.
No, no, no, no, no, no, don't, no, this is not your fault.
- (CRYING): I want to see her.
- No.
No, honey, you don't want to see her, not like this.
(SNIFFLES) I know where she is.
I don't care.
You could get me in.
I don't think that's a good idea.
(MADDIE SNIFFLES, SIGHS) Reggie should know.
Let me tell him.
I don't want you talking to him right now.
Why? Might not be safe.
Safe? What are you? Reggie loves Mom.
He loves me.
- I - I don't - Why would you ever say that? - No, no.
Honey, I'm I'm, uh (SIGHS) Shit.
(QUIETLY): Shit.
(SIGHS) IRVING (ON VOICE MAIL): Bosch, I just got word.
Please accept my condolences.
BILLETS (ON VOICE MAIL): Harry, fuck.
I am so sorry.
We all loved PELL (ON VOICE MAIL): Bosch, it's Pell at RHD.
We have a POI in River Watch.
Get back to me or Bennett.
We'll fill you in.