Bosch (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Who's Lucky Now? - full transcript

- Bosch.
- Bosch. Iverson.

Iverson.

It's fuckin' 4:00 in the morning.

We got a search warrant
for Lucky Rykoff's place.

We're executing it now.

Rykoff? From the strip joint?

Yeah, your pal. Joey Marks' guy.

How the hell did you get a warrant?

Got a hit on those prints
you asked us to run.

You found Rykoff's prints
on Tony Allen's jacket?

I'll text you the address
if you want to join us.



Or maybe you just want
to go back to bed.

Don't do anything before I get there.

We're not waiting on you, Bosch.

Asshole.

Iverson.

Sit tight.

- Bosch.
- Come here.

What the hell are you doing?

- SWAT?
- I thought you'd be pleased.

How about we talk to the guy first.

Just because we found his
prints on Allen's jacket

doesn't mean he killed him.

Rykoff's been on our radar.

Drugs, prostitution.



And if he killed Allen...

Look, we get what we need,
you might get what you need.

Just what is it that you need?

Joey Marks. And Rykoff can get us there.

This is bullshit. This is my case.

You're Bigfooting me
on this for some glory.

You know something, asshole,

you should be happy I
invited you to the party.

You're pissed I broke it open.

All right, boys, saddle up. Let's go.

Let's go. Move it out.

- Go! Go!
- We've got movement

in the rear bedroom.

I repeat, we've got movement
in the rear bedroom.

- Get on the floor!
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Get down on the floor!
- Okay. Harmony, calm down.

On the floor!

Off the bed, on the floor!

Settle down, all right?

Hey, be cool man, all right?

All right, all right, all right.

Put your hands behind your back.

Hey, Pinky, be cool.

Okay, baby.

- Harmony, relax.
- I am. Ouch! Asshole.

You want to tell me what
the fuck this is about?

Ahh!

We'll handle the search.

Stick around and keep
an eye on locking up.

Roger that.

Let's keep this tight, Iverson.

Sorry to fuck up your
beauty sleep, ladies.

Mr. LAPD.

What, is this payback
for the other night?

We're gonna take a look around.

You're not gonna find anything.

Fuck, this isn't about
Tony Allen, is it?

Man, I haven't left Vegas in months.

I'm tellin' you I wasn't in
L.A. the night he got killed.

- I can prove that shit.
- Put a plug in it.

You can tell us your
story down at the station.

Iverson! In here.

Hey, sorry I forgot to flush.
There's a drought and all.

Well, well, well. Bingo.

- .22.
- That what you were lookin' for?

Who's lucky now?

We found your gun, asshole.

What's that? That's not my gun.

Get him dressed. Where you're goin',

you're gonna want to wear
more than that, big fella.

What the fuck are you doin', man?

Listen to me,

he was in there first, he
was in there by himself.

He planted that shit.
That is not my gun.

Bullshit.

Hey, that's not my fuckin' gun, man.

You know it's not my fuckin' gun.

Oh, man.

He seemed surprised.

Surprised we found it.

What?

It ain't right.

Why would he keep it?

He whacks Allen in L.A.,
he pitches the gun,

throws it down a storm drain.

Maybe his mama gave it
to him for his birthday.

Who knows. If they weren't
idiots, we wouldn't catch 'em.

Yeah, right.

It's too easy.

Let's confirm it's the murder weapon,

then decide how easy it is.

Usual?

Yeah. Chatty motherfucker
in the morning.

That all today, officer?

Oh, I got to have some
Krispy Kremes, too.

Mm-hm.

Ah, yeah.

Mm. Have a blessed day.

Asshole.

She knows that we go all
the way back to the academy.

Well, then, she's cool with me, right?

Yeah, she's cool.

Just play it straight. Be yourself.

Yeah, what do I call her?

- Mo.
- Mo?

Yeah, call her Mo.

I'm chill, man.

And don't say chill, either.

Hey. How are you?

Too blessed to be stressed,
baby. How are you?

I'm good.

This is George.

I figured.

It's nice to meet you, Mo.

Don't call me Mo.

All right.

How are you?

I'm good.

Wednesday night. Plans?

No. Wide open.

- Eddie's got the details.
- All right.

I shouldn't have to tell you to
keep your mouth shut, but I will.

Ah, shit, I'm chill.

You and Dad. How often you see him?

Oh, shit, I don't know.

Uh, every couple weeks
I go by to see my mom.

Sometimes I see him, sometimes I don't.

You ever talk about work?

If he asks.

How would you feel about
doing a little more of that?

A little more what?

Talkin' shop with Pop?

It's no problem.

All right. See ya, Eddie.

Later.

God, shit, man.

- What?
- I said chill.

Goddamn.

Don't sweat it. She liked you.

Yeah, all right. How could you tell?

- I can tell.
- Uh-huh.

But you. You have got to chill.

Oh, that's right.

We'll be back.

I need a cup of coffee or something.

It's been a long night.

Ah, cocaine's wearing off?

Tough shit.

Fuck.

I know you got history with this guy,

but I should take the lead here.

I'm not comfortable with that.

Anything local comes up,
you give me the high sign,

I'll let you step in.

The whole thing is local, Bosch.

Tony Allen lived in L.A.
He was killed there, also.

And his killer's right
here in Vegas in there.

Maybe.

Look, professional courtesy.

It's my murder, I talk to him first.

Up to the captain.

We'll see how he wants
to handle the others.

What others?

Captain invited some known
associates of Joey Marks

to come in for a chat.

Your buddy Billy from the titty bar.

Allen's poker pal at the Mirage.

What the hell's she doing here?

They ID'd her off her comp card.

You're saying she's an
associate of Joey Marks?

- It's in her file.
- It's a mistake.

Is she under arrest?

Came in of her own accord. Voluntarily.

You said you didn't know her.

Piss off.

What am I doing here, Harry?

Is this about Tony Allen?

Careful what you say. We're on camera.

What'd they tell you?

They didn't tell me anything.

They just threatened our business,

talking about mob ties and
pulling our casino license.

It's bullshit.

Did you know about this?

Don't lie to me, Harry.
Is this about your case?

Let me talk to the captain,
get this sorted out.

- I'll be right back.
- Jesus, Harry.

But don't worry. It's under control.

- Yes.
- Captain.

That woman you brought in, Eleanor Wish,

she's got nothin' to do with this case.

Let me call you back.

And how do you know that?

I interviewed her yesterday about Allen.

You interviewed.

She didn't even know his last name.

Iverson, get a cup of coffee.

I want her kicked loose.

Because she's your ex-wife?

No, because she's got nothin'
to do with this. Any of it.

Well, you don't get to decide that.

You should have told us how
you knew her, detective.

But you went about it the wrong way.

You should have been
straight up with us.

What do you want, Captain?

I want to know what your ex-wife knows

about Joey Marks and his organization.

Nothing. She played poker once
in a while with Allen, that's it.

She ever mention a guy named Tim Kirsch?

Who's that?

He puts money on the streets for Marks.

He makes sure he gets paid back.

What's he got to do with Eleanor?

She's been seen with him over the years.

Enough contact to open a file on her.

So how do we fix this?

Make us part of the case.

Beginning to end.

If Rykoff did this, he did it for Marks.

You're using my ex wife to leverage me

to get to Joey Marks.

What, you get the glory,
we get the paperwork

while you ride off into the sunset

with a guy we've been chasing for years?

No, that doesn't fly.

Come on, make it official.

Let me call my lieutenant,
buy you onto the case.

- I want to talk to him.
- Her.

Whatever.

- Hey, thanks, sweetheart.
- You're welcome.

I need you to do a cover
sheet and fax this.

- Okay.
- All right, and wait for confirmation.

Roger that.

Ooh, pickin' up the lingo. Good for you.

- 10-4, Lieutenant.
- Yeah.

Harry. How's it going?

There's been an arrest
in the Allen murder.

Luke Rykoff. He runs a
strip club for Joey Marks.

You like him for it?

Well, they do.

I'm here with Captain
Felton of Las Vegas Metro.

We think we should make
it a joint investigation.

You want to share the investigation?

What, has he got a pair of
pliers clamped to your nut sack?

As we speak.

All right, put him on the fucking phone.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Captain Felton. Lieutenant Billets.

Sorry to disturb you, Lieutenant.

No, not at all, Captain.

Um, the last thing we want
to do is tread on your turf.

I'm fine with the joint investigation.

I'm glad to hear it.

And thank you for your cooperation.

Good luck.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Don't let him fuck up our case.

Roger that.

I need to talk to Eleanor
before I interview Rykoff.

So talk to her.

- And she goes free.
- As a bird.

Does he not know he's an asshole,

or does he just not care?

Both.

Did you get it straightened out?

I did.

So, can I go home now?

Tell me about Tim Kirsch.

I borrowed money from him,
paid him back. That's it.

Jesus Christ, Eleanor. A loan
shark who works for Joey Marks?

- That's why they brought me in?
- What they said.

- Do you know Marks?
- I know of him.

Look, it's garbage, Harry.

I talked to the captain.
You're going home.

But he wants to know about
you and Kirsch first.

He does or you do?

I haven't seen Kirsch in years.

Before we moved to Hong Kong.

How much did you borrow, Eleanor?

A lot.

I needed to get back on
my feet and start over.

Did you know he worked for Marks?

Not for a fact, but I knew other
players who borrowed from him.

That was good enough for me.

Did you know he was a criminal?

Look, I didn't think he was a
loan officer at Wells Fargo,

but I paid him back with
interest, end of story.

Can I go now?

I'll get a uniform to take you home.

You handle the paperwork?

Yeah, but we're not even
halfway done with our shift.

I got places to be, man.

- Uh-huh.
- Hm.

So, what do I tell the lieutenant?

I don't know, tell him...

Tell him it was a slow
day on the war on drugs.

There were no busts.

You tell him that we know

that the system's already
overflowing like a backed up latrine,

and that we don't want
to stress it any further

by hauling in a bunch of dime bag turds.

- Mm. Dime bag turds. All right.
- Yeah.

- Oh, you know what?
- Yeah. Huh?

You tell him that there's
peace in the valley.

You're a crazy motherfucker, man.

Peace. In the valley.

All right.

Shit.

Peace in the valley.

Ten part beef, one part pork for sticky,

three part onions grounded up with salt,

black pepper, let sit 24 hours.

_

- _

You Petrossian?

Hey. You Edgar?

Hey.

Two kabob. He's paying.

I am?

Yeah, peace offering.

LAPD, Glendale PD. Like
Turks and Armenians.

And we're the Turks.

Hey, you catch on quick for a Turk.

First thing you need to know,

Tony Allen and Joey Marks were cousins.

No shit?

Tony's born here. Marks
is older, born in Armenia.

Marks was what we call
"rabise," flashy, violent.

Got into business with the
Russians here, then Vegas.

Hm. Tony?

Soft. "Amrekyan."

Never had the stomach
for the rough stuff,

but a magician when it
comes to dirty money.

How big is Marks in Vegas?

Middling. The real
players are the Russians.

See, that's who the
Feds are worried about.

Even they don't care that much
about the rackets anymore.

Except how they fund terrorism.

And Broff is planning on
blowing up a building?

The Broff does business
with people who are.

Hezbollah, ISIS.

The Middle East.

Hell of a lot closer
than that, pal. Mexico.

What... what, ISIS is in Mexico?

Hezbollah is. And Detroit.

I'm telling you, bro, this
shit's right under our noses.

Hey, let's, uh, go eat outside, huh?

I'll tell you how to marinate
real Armenian kabobs.

_

I don't know. The-the night that
Allen got in my face about Layla,

he put his hands on me,
and I had to get physical.

How so?

I don't know, I grabbed him,

I threw him out by the fucking collar.

Anybody witness this?

I don't know, about a dozen strippers,

happened in the dressing room.

And that gun you fuckers planted on me.

- Seriously?
- You're stickin' with that story?

Oh, I'm gonna take a murder
wrap over a $200 throwaway?

How stupid do you think I am?
I mean, this shit's ridiculous.

And yet, here we are.

Fuck off. I didn't kill Tony Allen.

Why'd Joey Marks order the hit on him?

He didn't. You got nothin'.

Stop treating me like
a donkey and fuck off.

You know what? Book me and
get me to a fuckin' phone.

We'll go the distance on you, Lucky.

Oh, yeah, and stick
that smile up your ass,

you fat fuck.

Fuck.

I'll take the gun back to L.A. tomorrow.

How quick can you get it done?

I'll walk it through ballistics myself.

My partner's already
been talking to the D.A.

If we get a match, we'll get a warrant.

One day, tops.

Let me know as soon as you file in L.A.

I'll call our D.A.'s office
and schedule a hearing.

Thank you.

Hi, it's Eleanor. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

I'm just checking in to see
if you got home all right.

I'm headed back to L.A. tomorrow.

I was wondering if we
could have some time

to talk face to face tonight.

Sorry you got mixed up in all of this.

Kiss Maddie for me.

Yeah, the question is
who the fuck knows.

Joey's not gonna give a
shit one way or the other.

You know what I'm gonna have
to do up in here, right?

Man, just get me fuckin' out
of here tomorrow morning.

You got it?

Fuck.

What's up?

What'd you say to me?

Nothin'.

Fuck you, bitch.

All right, all right.
Break it up. Break it up!

Fuck you! What the fuck
did you say to me, bitch?

What the fuck did you say to me?

Hi, it's Eleanor. Leave a message.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hey, Mads.

- Whatcha doin'?
- Watching "Grey's Anatomy."

That's still on?

I'm streaming it. Season 7.

Hey, is your mom around?
I'm trying to reach her.

She went to bed early. She
said she had a tough day.

I'm going back to L.A. tomorrow.

I've hardly seen you.

Try and stop by in the morning.

Okay. Love you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

Detective.

Detective Bosch, uh,
do you have a minute?

Get in the car.

Sit with him where I can see you.

Go ahead.

What can I do for you?

You, uh, don't want to come
out of the sun, Detective?

No, I'm fine.

Well, my name is Marty Weiss,

Mr. Marks's attorney.

Mr. Marks doesn't talk?

Well, you're making a
big mistake, Detective.

We'd like to help you fix that.

Oh, yeah? How you gonna do that?

Uh, Mr. Rykoff was working
at the club Saturday night.

Customers and employees saw him
there as late as 3:00 in the morning.

Never left Las Vegas.

Sworn affidavits attesting to that fact.

Employees and customers.
Anyone not in your pocket?

This isn't a courtroom, Mr. Marks.

What do you want?

I want you to enjoy yourself, Detective.

Stay another night.

Nice hotel, nice girl.

Maybe you'll get lucky at the tables.

You like Blackjack?

And what do you get?

A different gun.

It's in there, right, the one you found?

We'll have one just like it
in your room tonight, .22.

I don't take bribes.

I'm not offering you a bribe.

I'm offering you the truth.

Tony was family.

His father and my father first cousins.

I want whoever did this.

I'm telling you on my
mother's grave in Yerevan,

it was not Rykoff.

You're being manipulated, Detective.

Las Vegas Metro has been trying
to entrap Mr. Marks for years.

They're putting the screws to Lucky

to get him to turn on me.

It's what I'd do if I were them.

Think it'll work? Think he'll flip?

Lucky?

I think he'll stand up.

But you can't be sure. Can you?

Bosch.

You can't crash my place of business,

assault my employees,

and not expect me to react.

Hey. I'm headed back to L.A.

Your case?

Did you get my message?

Come in.

Were you gonna call me back?

Not until I had something new to say.

Well, you could have
called me to tell me that.

You know how that conversation
would have started.

It would have started with "I'm sorry."

Couples say that a lot.

- We're not a couple.
- Okay. Ex couple.

We have a child. We're that type couple.

Well, look, I'm tired of apologizing.

I'm just tired of how
we are with each other.

I feel like I'm always
apologizing for something.

Okay, so let's quit apologizing.

Good.

Listen. I didn't pay back Tim Kirsch.

Reggie did.

Before you were married or after?

Does it matter?

Look, you asked me how much I borrowed.

It was 100 grand.

Jesus. That's a lot of bread, Eleanor.

It's a business, Harry.

What matters in the long run is winning,

which I do.

- You pay Reggie back?
- Many times over.

Look, he helped me out
because he loves me.

But I still feel like I owe him.

The other night was a big
game with a big client,

and I shouldn't have just blown it off.

You're tired of it,
blow it all off. Quit.

It's not that simple. It's our business.

Look, there's plenty of
bullshit in your job,

but you don't just walk away.

Yeah, but I put up with the bullshit

because what I do is important.

Oh, God, you're such a
condescending asshole.

Okay, sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

Yes, you did.

Maddie around?

You missed her.

Tell her I'll be back in a day or so.

Word, Lieutenant?

Chief. Come in.

This morning I got a phone call

from District Attorney O'Shea.

Last night in Venice at his fundraiser

officers wrote dozens of tickets

for non-resident parking violations.

And why did they do that?

The valet had no permit.

Somebody tipped the mayor's campaign,

and Chief Tenzer called
Pacific Division personally

to get those officers over there.

I don't understand why
you're telling me this.

I'm asking people I can trust
throughout the department

to keep their ears open.

If you hear of anything
brewing in Hollywood...

That's my personal cell.
Call me day or night.

You know, if you need somebody
you can trust in Pacific,

Captain Macken is a friend.

Macken?

That's who Tenzer called
to make it happen.

She oversaw the whole thing.

Good news and bad news.

Tell the bad first.

No prints, and the gun is untraceable.

Someone used acid on the serial,

and none of my magic tricks
could bring it up. Sorry.

And the good?

Weapon and bullet a definite match.

It's the murder weapon.

Well, look who's here.

He's here to help us solve our case.

I believe you've met
special agent Griffin.

- How you doin'?
- Good afternoon.

He's got something
for us on Luke Rykoff.

Told you.

How'd the ballistics pan out?

Gun found in Rykoff's
house is the murder weapon.

The gun you found,
Detective. Great work.

What do you know about him, Rykoff?

He's a soldier. Expendable.

He give you an alibi?

Says he was working at Dolly's
when Allen was murdered.

Marks had a pile of sworn affidavits.

Well, you can wipe your ass with those,

because you can prove that
Rykoff wasn't in Vegas

the night that Allen was killed.

He was here.

The night of the murder,
Rykoff took the 7:40 flight

from McCarran to LAX.

That gets him in L.A. in plenty of time.

Travel records and the gun
guarantee his extradition to L.A.

I have no doubt he'll
be indicted for murder.

Detective, you cracked your case.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

- Lieutenant.
- Agent Griffin.

Nice, neat little bow, isn't it?

Pretty color.

- You're being sarcastic.
- Me? Never.

Sometimes playing nice actually works.

Let the widow know where things stand

before you head back to Vegas.

Sure.

Hey, Harry, you got a minute?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get this off to the D.A.

Great.

Irving came to see me today.

About the fundraiser.

What, you heard?

Talk of the town. I
love campaign season.

Do you even vote?

Just to get that little sticker.

Irving wants me to be his
lookout here in Hollywood.

Yeah. Tenzer calls Captain Gandle.

What are you supposed to do about it?

My point.

I'll have Tenzer pissing in one ear,

and Irving in the other.

That's one of the reasons I
never wanted to make rank.

I mean, if Irving makes chief,
then that could be good for me.

- On the other hand...
- You don't want to take sides.

Well, I don't want to get my head
chopped off if it doesn't happen.

Are you asking for my advice?

I guess I am.

Sometimes you pick your rabbi.

Sometimes the rabbi picks you.

what we have to do is
plug up the holes...

Hang on just a second.

- Irv.
- Evening, Rick.

This is Deputy Chief Irving,

the finest of L.A.'s finest.

- My wife Connie.
- How are you this evening?

- Rick.
- Connie.

We were talking about
the justice system,

- and victim's rights.
- Oh, that so?

Now, Irv here has some great ideas

on how to speed up the process,

make the system more efficient,

more just.

Well, my detectives
don't like waiting years

for their cases to
come to trial, either.

It's good to have a D.A. who understands
the issues from our point of view.

- Ah-ha.
- Ah. Our host.

Jim Dawson, I'd like you to
meet Deputy Chief Irving,

- and his wife Connie.
- Pleasure.

- Pleasure.
- Thank you for having us.

- The house is lovely.
- Well, thank you.

Thank you. I hope you'll
consider writing a check

before the evening's out.

Uh, Jim, Chief Irving is contributing

to our campaign in other ways.

I'm glad to hear it.

Uh, Rick, I've got some
people I'd like you to meet.

Excuse us, please.

You sure you don't want that drink?

I have to drive.

Well, you shouldn't have
given Wash the night off.

It would have been cruel
to inflict it on him.

You inflicted it on me.

You have a glass of wine.

I will.

Water, please.

Cheers.

You did well.

So did you.

Thanks for coming.

Of course.

Ah, you're kidding me.

At this time of night?

- Shit.
- What is it?

DUI checkpoint. Tenzer.

Tenzer? It's outrageous.

Sir! You need to get back in line!

Deputy Chief Irving.
What's going on here?

Uh, a DUI checkpoint, sir.

I can see that. Who authorized it?

Uh, I don't know, sir.

Well, where's your sergeant?

Uh, he went down the hill
to find a bathroom, sir.

He should be back shortly.

- Find him for me.
- Yes, sir.

- Uh, 34-TL-45.
- 45, go.

Have 34-L-60 respond to
intersection Argyle and Franklin.

Code 2.

- Chief?
- Lieutenant, is Outpost Drive still in Hollywood division?

Is there a problem, sir?

How does traffic set up a DUI checkpoint

right outside an O'Shea
fundraiser in your division,

and you not hear about it?

I don't know, sir. I will
look into it right away.

Do that.

Hey, evening.

Hey, Carl.

Here to see Mrs. Allen.

I'll let her know you're here.

Hey, how's it comin'?

Made an arrest.

No shit. Who?

Some Vegas shitbird. He's on ice.

We're driving over in the
morning to grab him up.

Wow, good work.

What was it? Was it a mob thing?

Why do you say that?

I don't know. Mr. Allen,

the way he dressed, the whole porn deal.

There's was always something
about him that just...

He smelled like a made guy.

Uh, anyway, go ahead. Go on up.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Evening, Mrs. Allen.

And what can I do for you, gentlemen?

We wanted you to know
we've arrested a suspect

in your husband's murder.

His name is Luke Rykoff.

He manages a strip club in Vegas.

Strip club. Well, that would
explain how my husband knew him.

Rykoff had an altercation
with your husband

the night before he was killed.

About what?

Over one of the dancers,
friend of your husband's.

- His girlfriend.
- Maybe.

Live by the sword, die by the sword.

Isn't that what they say?

Rykoff worked for Joey Marks.

As did your husband.

You know him, Joey Marks?

I know him.

He and Tony were cousins.

And you don't look surprised.

You didn't think we'd find out?

Mrs. Allen, whatever you know

can help us build a case
against Rykoff and Marks.

You think Joey Marks is involved?

He might be.

Look, Joey scares me
for obvious reasons.

That's why I didn't mention it.

Were he and your husband close?

They fought a lot.

Tony thought Joey was an asshole.

Joey thought Tony was a pussy.

What about their business relationship?

Joey invested in his films.

Tony bitched about him all the time,

said he was always on his back.

Had they had a falling out recently?

You know how it is with family.

I got tired of listening
to Tony's complaints,

so I just blocked it out.

Thank you for letting me know.

Have a good evening.

Have a good night, detectives.

Yeah, they just left.

I know that guy. He's a cop.

- I know him from Hollenbeck.
- Moonlighting.

I've said his guys are
ex cops or on the job.

Shoot me.

I'm gonna stick to real
estate, thank you very much.

Feel like we're bein' played, brother.

Seems a bit hinky, don't you think?

FBI so eager to help.

They just want to keep us away.

Away from their larger inquiry.

Or Tony Allen and Luke Rykoff.

Two unimportant guys the
FBI doesn't care about,

but they're keeping close tabs on 'em.

Speaking of tabs, how long
has that car been behind us?

I don't know.

How'd Griffin know we'd
been to ballistics?

Yeah, that, too.

Speaking of tabs, let's get a drink.

Okay. If the Feds follow
us inside, you're buying.