Bosch (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Chapter Nine: The Magic Castle - full transcript

Aw, shit.

Detective Bosch.

Detective Bosch, any word on Raynard Waits?

Detective Bosch, is it true
that the victim was a prostitute

and that her body was found in a dumpster?

Ask Nate Tyler. He knows
all the sordid details.

She worked the neighborhood,
so we talked to the manager

of the Hawaiian Sands Motel
where the victim tricked.

He didn't see Waits pick her up,

neither did any of her friends.

And that minivan
we're looking for...



A security cam on a
storage facility picked it up

drmng into the alley 7:42 P.M.,

exiting six minutes later.

- Grab a plate?
- Couldn't see it.

But there's a warehouse
across from the murder scene.

They've got a security
camera in their parking lot.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Waits went through a lot of trouble

to stage these murders like your mother's.

Why? Why is he... why is
he making it so personal?

Both came through the
system... similar past.

Fuckin' bromance, that's what it is...

Waits' idea of a box of chocolates.

Let me know if you find anything
on those surveillance tapes.



You better hurry.

Your compadre might not
be around much longer.

Then I'll miss your inspired
leadership, captain.

I've learned so much from you.

I'm not a lone voice

crying in the wildernessanymore, Bosch.

A lot of peopleare onto you.

Talk to patrol, lately?

Okay, next, Officer
Jones here is going to review

the penal-code sections
relating to the laws of arrest

that you all received in
your training bulletins.

All right, all right.

I know you know this.

It's a post requirement.

So let's just get through it.

Do you need something, detective?

If you don't mind. I'll be quick.

All right, come on in. You have the floor.

As you all know, John Stokes
is now the primary suspect

in the murder of Arthur Delacroix,

the Laurel Canyon bones case.

Oh, big fuckin' surprise.

Hey, let the man talk. And watch your mouth.

We got to assume Stokes
knows we're after him.

He missed his last appointment with his P.O.

And hasn't been to work.

He's in the wind.

Yeah, whose fault is that?

Listen, I get where you're coming from,

but Detective Bosch put the
Delacroix case together.

We wouldn't even be standing here talking

about Stokes if it wasn't for him.

We got to find this guy.

I need you to hit the
pavement, dig a little deeper.

Can you even charge this asshole?

It was 20 years ago. He was a juvie.

Let the D.A. figure that out.

All right, pass this out,
put this on your visor.

Check your local smokehouses,
talk to your snitches...

Anyone who might've seen him.

I just spoke to patrol.

I asked for a little extra effort on Stokes.

- How'd that go?
- Edgewood busted my balls.

Our job's to bring him
in and close the case.

Tyler's article? Asshole.

Handed Waits a fuckin' instruction manual.

What's she doing here?

Just got assigned to
detectives'... Billets' grunt.

Marvelous.

Lieutenant wants all detectives to
upgrade their personnel packages.

Set it there.

Detective Edgar.

Come in.

Brasher.

- They got to put her somewhere.
- "They"?

- You mean Pounds.
- Mm.

Captain makes the assignments.

He could've placed her anywhere...
vice, subpoena control.

He's putting it to me. I don't dig it.

- You brought iton yourself.
- How?

'Cause I didn't back her
fairy tale shooting story?

No, because you slept with her.

What if she files a beef?
You could be in deep shit.

Thanks for the heads up.

Sir, have you
seen this individual at all?

Grace.

Thanks for coming.

I could use a drink.

Yeah, I thought maybe you might.

What are you having?

Fat Tire, please.

Uh, and Templeton with a splash, neat.

No problem.

I thought you were a Stoli girl?

Eh, friend turned me on to rye...

Kind of like it.

Look, Harry, I'm sorry about this morning.

You were right. I'm the
original slow learner.

Nah, you were having a shitty day,

and I did not make it any better.

Oh, come on.

Waits, Stokes, Brasher...

Jesus, Harry, could you
digthe hole any deeper?

Halfway to China.You forgot Pounds.

Yeah, why does he have
such a hard-on for you?

Eh, it goes back before you were there.

He was a lieutenant, ran
the Detective Bureau...

Didn't know what he was doing.

Should've known somebody that incompetent

was sure to be promoted.

Yeah, promoted off our hard
work in spite of his ineptitude.

Templeton neat and a Fat Tire.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

To China.

Ahh.

My friend says that everything that happens

was meant to happen... because it happened.

- Deep.
- Mm.

Is this your rye friend or some other?

No, same friend.

Close friend.

You are not the only
dumbass in the division.

I am... I'm in a relationship
with a colleague.

Oh.

Maybe that's why I gave you so much shit...

Mad at myself.

Mm.

- Let's hope your friend's right.
- Mm.

It's all meant to happen.

Bosch.

It's New Year's Eve tomorrow.

Any plans?

Other than finding you? No.

Ah, I like your can-do attitude, Harry...

Something else we share.

What are your plans?

Well, I do have plans.

Well, I'd say more of a
New Year's resolution.

Yeah?

You know, Harry, these phone calls,

they're just not the same as face-to-face.

I like to look into a person's eyes.

Still, I'm... I'm gonna
miss these conversations.

How's that?

It's time for me to go away.

Go away? You mean to your magic castle?

Oh, you know about that, huh?

Sure.

That's where Reynard
the fox goes... to wait.

How's that sump pump working?

Castle a little drier?

Oh, congratulations.

You figured out my nom de guerre... finally.

I'd beginning to wonder if you ever would.

I'm getting off now.

We also know about Maclaren.

Is that why you singled me out...

Dogs from the same kennel?

When they put you in the trunk,
Waits, how'd you do time?

I did baseball stats.

You're just trying to keep me talking.

By the way, I know how you
found out about the starfish.

Yeah, I was proud of that one.

I'm getting off the phone now.

We're closer than you think.

A bientot, Harry.

So, we got another pic of
the van from that warehouse.

We got the plates, too.

Unfortunately, they belong
on a 2001 Honda Accord...

Owner had it in long-term parking at L.A.X.

You can see the driver's face.

It's obscured by the visor,

but look at that in the rearview.

It's a handicap tag.

Hmm. Said his mother was infirm.

Well, we're still going
through the Maclaren files.

We're trying to narrow down the kids

who both fit the time frame
and spent time in isolation.

Think they might've digitized this shit?

We still have several hundred to go.

What else you gonna do on New Year's?

Excuse me. A-are these yours?

No.

Oh.

Ah, they're persols. I found them.

Someone's gonna be looking for them.

I wonder if there's a lost-and-found
around here or something.

Oh, uh, I don't know.

Oh, what a beautiful baby.

Hi. How old?

Six months.

Oh, he's just a little guy.

Look at him.

Hey, you.

We have an 8-year-old.

- Aww.
- Yeah. Yeah.

They grow up fast. Be good to your kids.

Yeah, that's what everybody says.

Boy, that's such a relief... isn't it?...

When they finally fall asleep.

- Give you a little time to yourself.
- Oh, yeah.

They do keep you busy.

Yeah.

Mm.

No, it's downloaded.

It I... yeah, I set up the account.

Hold on. I'm gonna put you on speaker.

Can you hear me?

Yeah. Scroll through your contacts.

I only have one contact... you.

Well, click on me,

and then click where it says "video call."

Hey, I can see you.

All right, turn off your phone.

Okay.

You did it, Harry.

- Mom doesn't know what she's talking about.
- What do you mean?

She says when it comes to
computers, you're hopeless.

You're bruised. You should go see a doctor.

I told you I'm fine.

Can we please not talk about the accident?

Want to make sure you don't have whiplash.

Mom has so overreacted.

Not only am I grounded,

but she's monitoring my Facebook.

Harry, the accident wasn't my fault.

Yeah, well, Mads, you had no
business being in that car.

The driver was a minor, right?

Not supposed to be driving other kids.

Yeah. I messed up.

I said I was sorry.

I just don't understand
why she has to torture me.

Maddie?

I'm talking to Harry.

See? She won't leave me alone.

When can I come and see you?

As soon as I close this case.

Dinner's on the table.

Okay.

I got to go.

Don't work so hard.

I love you.

- Happy New Year.
- I love you, too.

Happy New Year.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh!

- Bottoms up.
- Phew!

- There you go.
- Ah!

'Sup.

Happy New Year, Pierce.

Same to you, George.

Yeah. How's that new partner?

Good. Thanks. How are you?

Ah, I'm changing tracks... going inside.

Next D.P. is downtown for me.

Planning and research.

- You? Pogue job?
- Uh-huh.

Thought you loved the streets.

Dead end.

Nah. Command's where
you want to be, brother.

Here we are.

Need anything that'sin
writing, it'd be braille.

- And if you do get an invi...
- Hey, Barrel.

- Hey! Happy New Year.
- Yeah, happy New Year.

- Hey, Renee.
- Hey. How are you?

- This is Marissa.
- Hi.

I love your dress. Are those peacocks?

Oh, well, I have a thing for peacocks.

Grew up in Rolling Hills.

There were lots of them... wild.

They make such a racket,
people shoot 'em now...

A peacock vigilante.

That's awful.

Well, it's just a fact.
Lot of ruffled feathers.

- How's Crate?
- Great.

He's busting out of the hospital tomorrow.

- Ah. To Crate.
- To Crate.

Hey, guys. Get you anything?

I'm fine.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

So, he's getting out tomorrow.

- He's getting out tomorrow.
- Starting to talk...

Just a minute.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

Hey, sit down.

Shh!

Are you gonna be quiet?

Huh? Mm-hmm.

Ew.

My baby.

Oh, he'll be fine.

Have some water.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey! Harry!

I didn't think you'd show.

How you coming with those Maclaren files?

Oh, Jesus.

Happy New Year to you, too.

Happy New Year.

Hey, beautiful.

Oh, hi, Harry.

Harry. This is Marissa.

Nice to meet you.

Where's Grace?

- Yeah.
- Grace.

Oh. Wow. Alert the press. You're here.

Mwah!

Thank you. This is great.

What's that?

Behind me is the victim's car.

Her 6-month-old baby, who was
left alone in his stroller,

appeared to be unharmed.

He was taken to Children's
Hospital for observation.

Thank you, Tina.

In addition, KCYD has
learned that the suspect left

a macabre note in the baby's carriage...

Quoting now...

"Raynard Waits wishes you a happy New Year."

Motherfucker.

Ms. Lyndon's husband reported her missing

after she and the baby failed to return home

from an outing in Echo Park.

Her husband says Ms. Lyndon

frequently meets other mothers in the park,

but today went alone.

Waits, the self-confessed serial killer,

- escaped from LAPD custody two weeks ago...
- Where's Bosch?

- Took off as soon as this came on...
- sparking a city-wide manhunt

and terrorizing citizens
during this holiday season.

What's he doing? Why this woman?

It's about you, Harry.

The last murder imitated your mother's.

This abduction, it's related.

How so?

The woman in the alley represents

how society saw your
mother, as a prostitute.

This young woman represents
how you saw your mother,

as loving and pure.

He wants this to hurt.

The four other victims,

he left their bodies so they could be found.

But this woman... no body.

She could be alive still.

I think you're right.

I think it's all part of his endgame.

I think he's using her
as bait for you, Harry.

Thanks, Eleanor.

You'll be asleep when I get back.

Sweet dreams, Harry.

I love you.

Security was heightened
at this year's Rose Parade

after the abduction last
night of Heather Lyndon.

LAPD chief of police John Tenzer

has mobilized the department,
putting it on tactical alert

until the suspect, Raynard
Waits, is apprehended.

All officers will be
on mandatory 12-hour shifts,

with the deferment of days off

and the recalling of off-duty officers.

Mr. Waits' actions will not go unanswered.

He will be brought to justice.

Do you need this? I will help you.

Do you see that?

I put down mothballs, they still come.

Please.

Let me go.

I can't do that.

Why? Why am I here?

I need you.

I'm sorry it's so damp down here.

It's been a wet winter.

I got to make a call. The
reception's not very good.

Please!

Nate Tyler.

This is Raynard Waits.

Okay.

How do I know it's really you?

Because the woman I
took had a coral necklace.

You could check that out with the police.

She's still alive?

I didn't call you to talk about her.

You did a very good job writing
about Detective Bosch...

Very touching how you
described his mother's murder.

I-I found it very inspirational.

Inspirational?

I want youto write my story.

Uh...

Okay.

I can do that.

That's all you could say?

How about, "thank you"?

How about, "I'd be fucking honored"?

Okay. Thank you.

Like my mother used to say,

"good manners cost nothing."

You mind if I record this?

Whatever.

Just get it right.

Surprised to hear from you.

Exclusive with a serial killer...

I thought you'd go straight to press.

I know that you think I'm an asshole.

I couldn't know Trent was gonna kill himself

or that Waits would... murder that woman.

'Cause of what you wrote.

Look, I don't want
anybody else to die, okay?

Call you on your cell or landline?

Cell.

You record the conversation?

Gimme the phone.

I can't give it to you. You know that.

Be breaking every rule of journalism.

Gimme the phone. You
can't have it both ways.

If The Times found out,

I'd be crucified.

What if he calls back to check in on things?

He said he would.

We'll transcribe the conversation,

have your phone back to you in an hour.

When he does call you back,

tell him the profile is bigger than mine...

Better, too.

Keep him talking. See if he'll meet you.

Hold on.

I helped you out.

You owe me, right?

I owe you nothing.

"My true name will
come out in due course,

"and it is a name that
no one will ever forget.

"I am the only onewho knows the truth.

"I will expose and punish
the oppressors and abusers.

I have built a monument to serve
as a reminder of my justice."

He just go on like that?
There anything we can use?

Blase, blase, blip, blip, blip...
psychosis on parade.

Then he says, "my mother
would take me to see

"the Lady of the Lake.

"My mother would say,
'you won't always have me,

but you will always have
the Lady of the Lake.'"

"Lady of the Lake"?
What is that, like a movie?

It's a statue... Echo Park.

Echo Park again.

Heather Lyndon.

Also pinged this number to a vacant lot.

- In Echo Park.
- Center of the doughnut.

The night Waits was arrested
with a body in his van...

I don't think he was
looking to dump the body.

I think he was taking it home.

Well, we got 22 Maclaren
boyswho fit the profile,

have the A-C 1-0-2 designation,

and have some connection to Echo Park.

That's five apiece. Let's divvy 'em up.

"Mark Gill... Maclaren, '80 to '82."

The Gill family lived on Scott Avenue.

Let's start with this one.

Hold on.

David Harris...

In and out of Maclaren '79 to '88,

three years in foster care...
Irene and Harlan Saxon.

4518 Lemoyne.

We'll take this one.

Bye-bye.

What's so special about Harris?

- French connection... Reynard the Fox...
- Yeah.

The catacombs.

Foster mother, Irene Saxon...

She was a French teacher.

Okay.

Thanks.

The foster dad, Harlan Saxon, is deceased.

Kiz pulled his death certificate.

He died from mesothelioma.

Asbestos. What Waits said.

Oh, but here's the kicker, Harry.

David Harris fell off the grid in '93...

No public record of him
of any kind after that.

Then a few months later, in '94...

Guess what.

Raynard Waits appears.

Mrs. Saxon, LAPD.

Let's take a look around.

Dead body.

No shit.

Waits said his mother died.

Door right.

Clear.

Coffee maker's warm.

Clear.

Closed door left.

Jesus! Ohh.

Mn-mnh.

Garage.

Clear.

Clear.

Let's get backup here, task force...

Tear this place apart.

6-William-22.

I'm code 6 at 45...

Shit. Rover's no good.
I'm going back to the car.

Do it.

David?

You better be alone... for her sake.

I'm alone.

Please help me!

This is between you and me. Let her go.

You said you liked to
look people in the eyes

when you talk to them.

Why don't you come out
here and look into mine?

No, you come here.

There you are.

Here I am. Let her go.

You know that's not gonna happen, Harry.

Why even bring it up?

Please. Please.

Shh! We're talking.

So, how do you like it?

Your monument?

Took me 20 years.
People should appreciate it.

Is that what you want, David,
people to appreciate you?

Don't talk to me like that...
like a fucking shrink.

Can't we have a real conversation,

huh, for once?

Sure.

People need to know my story.

I mean something. Do you understand?

Y-you know the expression, Harry,

"a prophet is without honor
in his own country"?

Yeah, I've heard it.

What were your foster parents like, Harry?

Had several... wasn't close to any of them.

The Saxons were beautiful people.

When they took me in, I thought
I was done with Maclaren.

We had some good years.

And then pop got sick and
died, and they sent me back.

You know all about that, Harry.

You know all about the darkness, don't you?

I do.

I know all about the darkness.

You know, Harry, I envied you at Maclaren.

You were strong. You could defend yourself.

You didn't take shit from anybody.

You didn't let anyone take advantage of you.

They're coming.

Good.

Let's get this over with.

No! No, please! Ohh!

Hurting her isn't gonna
change anything, David.

Why are you so fucking blind, Harry?

I've tried so hard,

so fucking hard, to get through to you.

Why can't you see me?

I can see you.

No, you can't. You can't.

They made me. They made me what I am.

Do you understand?

You get it?

I'm the monument... me, me...

- Aah!
- And you.

It's all right.

F.I.D. needs to talk to you.

Right.

Jesus.

Cannot imagine what it was like to be there,

- you know, with him.
- Yeah.

But he's still dead.

Harry, you did good.

Bosch.

Sir.

Can you give us a comment?

There's a happy man.

I'm sure he thinks this
buys him a second term.

We'll see about that.

Evening, chief.

- Proud day for the department.
- Yes, indeed.

Congratulations, Irv. Good job.

- Thank you, sir.
- Let's have a look.

You start working the media.

Make sure they know the
lead that broke this case

came outof the task force.

Bosch might be the hero,
but we broke this case.

Got that?

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

Congratulations. You got your man.

Go to hell, Grace.

You think your pal Harry
Bosch is out of the woods?

He isn't.

Anyways, I'd like to do a
walk-through of the scene

before we head back to the station.

Is your league rep here yet?

I haven't seen him.

Well, as soon as he shows,
we'll get on with this.

Yeah, good.

We found Waits.

He's dead, isn't he?

Yeah. I put him down.

And the woman?

Safe.

Thank God.

Eleanor, give Maddie a kiss for me,

- tell her I love her, will you?
- Sure.

Good night, Harry.

Good work, detective.

What was that about?

Waits' gun.

Yeah?

There were no rounds in the weapon.

Suicide by cop...

By me.

What does it matter?

He's gone.

You have a long night
ahead of you, detective.

I'll let you go.