Bosch (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Heart Attack - full transcript

[distant siren]

[helicopter whirring]

Morning.

Did you sleep?

A little.

I made some eggs.

I spoke to my lieutenant.

You can come to work
with me today.

Help out.

And do what?

Kick down doors,
join SWAT, grab up
some bad guys.



Seriously.

[sighs] Answer phones,
get coffee, make copies.

Lieutenant Billets'
daughter's doing it, too.

And you'll get to
keep an eye on me
all day at the station.

[scoffs]
I'm not even gonna be there
most of the day.

If you don't want to,

your mom can keep an eye
on you here all day.

- Is it okay with Mom?
- I ran it by her last night.

Okay.

Mom says I should have counseling.

Yeah-huh.

Well, we'll see how you're feelin'

in a couple of days, right?

But you gotta eat.



No cop goes to work
on an empty stomach.

You should make yourself
some toast, too.

Ugh, what is it
about L.A.?

Is it the air or the light?

The way the city goes on and on.

[sighs] It can
make you feel so lost.

I didn't know what was gonna
happen to Maddie.

If they were gonna hurt her,
how they were gonna hurt her.

- I felt so helpless.
- Me, too.

- I was terrified.
- So was I.

I keep kickin' myself in the ass

for not anticipating Marks' move.

I should have protected you.

You can't protect us all the time.

Oh, yeah?

Why not?

Something needs to change, Harry.

This life, the way we're living.

I can't help but think that...

something like this
was bound to happen.

Well, that's not on you, Eleanor,

that's on Joey Marks.

What we do, Reggie and I,

it puts us in contact
with people like Marks.

It's his neighborhood
that we live in,

and that puts Maddie at risk.

Have you spoken to Reggie?

Not yet.

I don't know if I...

will-- what--
what would I say,
I mean--

He needs to know, Eleanor.

Yeah, I guess so.

Okay. Gotta go.

Remember where
the weapons are, right?

Record cabinet, bedroom closet.

**

* I got a feelin'
that I can't let go *

* I got a feelin'
that I can't let go *

* I got a feelin'
that I can't let go *

* I got a feelin'
that I can't let go *

* I got a feelin'
that I can't let go *

* Got a feelin'
that I can't let go *

* I got a feelin'
that I can't let go *

* Can't let go *

**

* I feel *

Bosch. Shouldn't a
dangerous suspect like that

- be in cuffs?
- Hey, guys.

Meet my daughter Maddie.

Oh, that was my first guess,

then I thought, no,
way too good looking.

[chuckles]

Detectives Johnson and Moore,

AKA Crate and Barrel.

- Crate and Barrel?
- Guess which is which.

Maddie's here helping out
a couple of days.

Oh, really?
Finally, a Bosch

who knows something
about police work.

[laughing]

There's people you can
learn from here.

These two, not so much.

Good to have you here, Maddie.

- Yeah, second that.
- Thanks.

Hey, Maddie.
Welcome.

- Hi, Jerry.
- Don't talk to that guy.

Hey, Lis, this is
my daughter Maddie.

Oh, my mom said
you were coming in.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So, I have some,
like, shredding to do.

Sure, let's do it.

Hey.

Hey.
How's she doin'?

According to her, okay.

All right, how about Eleanor?

Eleanor is taking a long,
hard look at her life.

Well, being a kidnap
will do that to a gal.

Anything else I can do,
let me know.

Thank you.

Jerry, what's new?

Layla's visa app.

Lilliet Saroyan
entered the country

four years ago at 22.

Single, no relatives
in the U.S.

Purpose of trip:
tourism.

You need a sponsor to get a visa.

Check out the person/entity
paying for her trip.

Marina Oresh,
North Kingsley Avenue,
East Hollywood.

- That'd be
Little Armenia.
- [cell phone rings]

Listed Oresh has
a U.S. contact, too.

Maybe they've kept in touch.

Maybe.
Bosch.

When and where?

On our way.

Ho-ho. D.A.'s office.

Rykoff's lawyer wants to deal.

One night in county,
he's ready to flip.

- Wouldn't you?
- Hell, yeah.

What took him so long?

Maddie.

Man: [on PA]
Main 9-3-2-4,
report to infirmary.

Edgar: The clinic?

So the rest of the jail
doesn't know Rykoff's talking.

- He's at room B.
- Thanks.

What the hell's this?
Where's his lawyer?

- He doesn't need a lawyer.
- Since when?

Since he's a federal agent
and he's committed no crime.

- You're shittin' me.
- Told you, Bosch.

You had the wrong guy.

You planted a gun
on the wrong man,
detective.

- Fuck you!
- You planted a gun
on the wrong man.

- He's our
undercover agent.
- Task force.

You compromised him
and our whole operation.

I did not plant the gun.

If you didn't, who did?

I don't fuckin' know who did.

And I don't give a shit
if he's a federal agent.

We found the murder weapon
in his house.

We have his prints on our victim.

And you gave us
his travel records,

which put him in L.A.
the night of.

Oh. Beautiful.
Fuckin' records are phony.

We needed to get him
back here in one piece

after you fucked up our operation.

- Let's everybody
just calm down.
- Who the hell are you?

I'm the guy
who's gonna tell you
how this thing plays out.

Let's hear it.

Mr. Rykoff's been undercover
with the Marks organization,

a trusted asset
and a vital liaison

between Marks and
his Russian associates.

The Russians bring dope
and women into the U.S.

through cartel border tunnels,

send cash and guns south.

They do business with the cartels,

and the cartels do business
with the terrorists.

And any day now,
these tunnels will be used

to move explosives and terrorists

into this country.

ISIS and Al Qaeda
here on American soil.

- You get the picture?
- Yeah, yeah,
I get the picture.

Why didn't you tell me
who you were,

what the deal was?

I was undercover.

You found a gun in my house
that I didn't put there.

I don't break cover
for dirty cops.

- You callin' me dirty?
- Prove you're not.

Fuck you, Rykoff.
And what is your
real name, anyway?

Man, I ain't tellin' you shit.

We're not gonna tell you that.

It is crucial that
Marks continues to believe

that Rykoff is
who he thinks he is.

You're keeping him under?

Yeah.
I like being lucky.

Suits me.

Marks gets a hint
that we've infiltrated
his organization,

he will shut everything down,

and cauterize the problem.
He's done it before.

- So what do we do?
- Nothing.

At the arraignment,

Rykoff's attorney will
alert the judge to

a fault in the search warrant.

The judge'll toss the gun,
he'll dismiss the charges,

Rykoff will be released.

What about us? We have a
homicide investigation here.

Right. You go about
your business.

Just make sure you
stay away from ours.

And provide us with
a play-by-play.

So we know what the fuck
you clowns are up to.

Harry.
Come on, let's go.

Daily reports, gentlemen.

Hey. You want to go to
Pechanga this weekend,

play some blackjack?
You know, celebrate.

Oh, that was some ride.

Celebrate what?
What was some ride?

Oh, uh, this--
this, uh, chick

that he picked up
after work last night.

- [scoffs]
- No, I'm tellin' you, man.

Junior here,
he's hell on the ladies.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, right.

He didn't believe you.

I wonder why.

You want to go up to Pechanga?
Let's do it.

Uh, yeah, sure.

I got money to burn.

Oh, yeah.
No, I know you do.

All right. Let's hit
the bricks, all right?

Ah. Another day,
another dollar.

Let's go.

Billets:
So, who the hell
planted the gun?

Why frame Rykoff?

Somebody in the organization

wanted to get rid of
Allen and Rykoff.

Or maybe an outsider
wants to make Allen's murder

look like a mob hit.
Rykoff was just a way
to do that.

- What about the wife?
- We haven't ruled her out
at all.

I'm thinkin' there's money
we haven't found yet.

Have you heard anything
from the probate court?

Not yet, but I've got it wired.

Judge makes a move, we'll know.

Maybe it's love.

What, so she's in love,

and she wants Allen
out of the way.

Not her, him.
His girlfriend Layla.

What?
I thought she didn't care
about the girlfriends.

Maybe she cares about this one.

We have a possible lead to
the girlfriend here in L.A.

Well, don't let me
keep you, gentlemen.

[knocking]

[speaks Russian]
What?

Police.
Open up.

[speaking Russian]

LAPD. We're looking for
Marina Oresh.

[speaking Russian]

You have warrant?

Just a few questions.

I call lawyer.

He gets here,
you can ask questions.

You're familiar with
our legal system.

[chuckles]
American cops
can't do shit.

Your criminals don't know
how easy they got it.

[speaks Russian]

You wait outside
'til lawyer gets here.

Hey, you know our system,
you know it can take forever

to resolve legal problems.

Oh, I have no legal problems.

- You will.
- Inspections,
code violations.

Running an illegal business
out of your home.

What illegal business?

Those girls.

Friends.
They stay with me.

This ain't Russia.

You can't bribe
your way out of it.

Ask questions.

You vouched for Lilliet Saroyan

- on her visa application.
- Mm-hmm.

Have any idea where she might be?

Oh, she left.
Years ago.

Visa up.
Back to Armenia.

What was your relationship?

Family friend.

Like these young women?

Like them.

Why you looking for Layla?

We're investigating a murder,

a man named Tony Allen.
He was a friend of Layla's.

She never mentioned him.

What about Joey Marks?

You know him?

Enough questions.

Goodbye.

She knows Marks.
Must be his place.

Part of his prostitution pipeline.

Layla started here.

Those girls are headed for
the same North Vegas shit hole.

Um, get me some
kettle chips and, uh--

Ooh. St. Pauli.

And I'm driving.

- What?
- Mm-hm.

Dude, it's one beer.

No, you had three at dinner, bro.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

What are you, my wife?
Come on, man.

Uh-huh.
[chuckles]

Come on, you should get one, too.

Yeah, okay.

- Come on, let's party.
- Jesus Christ.

Oh, ooh, get me the, uh--
the 24 ounce.

The tall boy.
Thirsty.

Ahh.

Hey-oh, Kaman.
What up, man?

[chuckles]

Oh, let's see.

St. Pauli.

Of course,
no St. Pauli.

All right. Kammy,
no St. Pauli tonight?

Hm, well, you're just
gonna have to settle for
a Corona tonight, amigo.

[doorbell chimes]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

George?

George!

Talk to me, man.

George, where are you,
buddy, talk to me.

Talk to me, where are you?

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!
Shit!

Motherfucker!

Victor 14, I have an officer down,

I repeat, my partner
has been shot,

there is an officer down.

Send an RA now!

Man: All units, standby,
shots have been fired.

Officer needs help.
Victor one--

No, no, no, no.

Fuckin' dammit!

Fuck!

You know, we should replace
these vanity lights with LEDs.

- Go green.
- Irv.

We're at an age,

we want less light when we
look in the mirror,

[chuckles] not more.

[doorbell rings]

At this hour?

I'll get it.

Wash. I didn't
call for the car.

There's been an
officer involved shooting.

I got a call to pick you up
and bring you to the scene.

Your son's the officer.

Is he hurt?

I don't know, sir,
they didn't say.

I'll be right out.

Irv.

There's an officer
involved shooting.

They, uh-- they want me
at the scene.

Hopefully, this won't take long.

And I'll be asleep
when you get back.

I'll try not to wake you.

[helicopter whirring]

[police radio chatter]

[siren chirping]

Chief Silva.

Chief.

What happened here?

Where's my son?
Who did he shoot?

Your son was the victim.

The victim?

I'm so sorry.

Where is he?

I want to see him.

Irv.

[police radio chatter]

[camera shutter clicking]

Detectives Espinosa and Coniff,

they're--
they're lead on this.

Sir.

Our deepest condolences, sir.

[camera shutter clicking]

[sobbing]
George.

Oh, my boy.

[sniffling]

Tell the coroner's people
that, uh--

when they're done documenting,

I'd like my son's badge.

Silva:
Of course.

[sighs]

Security footage.

Irv, I--

I don't think that's a good idea.

I want to see it.

**

[sighs]

District Attorney
O'Shea is outside,

wants to know if he can come in.

No.

[siren blaring]

All right, as we all know,

Detectives Espinosa and
Coniff will be leading
this investigation.

Everybody coordinate with them.

Any questions?
Good.

I'll be turning this briefing
over to Lieutenant Lao

of the special operations
division of IA.

What we discuss here
must remain absolutely
confidential.

- Go ahead.
- Thank you, chief.

Officer Irving was
part of an ongoing
internal investigation

of plain clothes personnel in
the narcotics and vice units

in the Valley and West bureaus.

This investigation
include his partner?

Yes.
Edward Arceneaux.

Over the last few months,
Officer Irving had gathered

substantial evidence on
Arceneaux's criminal activities,

and he had just met
a group of his accomplices,

and participated in an
armed robbery of a drop house

in Highland Park.

How many cops we talkin' about?

So far, a handful.

Investigation's still in
its early stages.

Names?

He'd identified a female officer,

Maureen O'Grady.

We have descriptions,
nicknames, and audio tapes
on the others.

All males.

When we know
who they are,
you'll know.

With George Irving gone,
I'm not gonna lie,
we're hurting.

We were a long way from
going to the D.A.
before this happened,

I'm not sure where we are.

All right. [clears throat]
So the situation here,

we don't know if
it's armed robbery,
some gang banger,

Officer Irving in
the wrong place
at the wrong time,

or an assassination by
one of these dirty cops.

What are the chances
they found out

Officer Irving was working for IA?

Officer Irving
did not believe that
he was under suspicion.

How involved does IA expect to be?

It's RHD's investigation,

but George Irving was our guy.

We will assist you
in any way we can.

All right, so what do we do?

What's our first move,
do we bring 'em in?

I say we wait and watch.

If they didn't know that
Officer Irving was undercover,

I absolutely want to
keep it that way.

Okay then.
RHD will put O'Grady

and Arceneaux under surveillance.

I want to talk to him.

To Arceneaux.

Officer Irving...

was my son.

Uh, Chief.

Maybe you and I
should step outside.

[helicopter whirring]

I think he knows
who killed George.

[sighs]
You know the rules,

you can't be involved.

Espinosa and Coniff are
running this investigation.

Let them do their job.

Don't try to
marginalize me, Frank.

I've been on
the other side of this
and I know how it works.

You'll shut me out.

Go home.
Be with your wife.

You don't want her
to get the news
from some reporter.

You need to be there, not here.

I'll keep you informed, I promise.

Can't sleep either?

Deputy Chief Irving's
son was killed tonight.

Walked into the middle
of a robbery.

Convenience store in the Valley.

That's awful.

You knew him?

Just to say hi to.

He worked patrol, Hollywood.

Last winter he transferred
downtown to a desk.

Command track.

He was off the streets.

Then this.

[beeping]

Woman: [on radio]
All units,

this is an end of watch broadcast

for police officer two,
George Irving.

Serial number 37346.

On July 24, 2015,

Officer Irving was killed
in the line of duty.

Officer Irving
graduated from the
Los Angeles Police Academy

on November 3, 2012.

His first assignment
was Newton Division.

After finishing probation,

he transferred to
Hollywood Division,

then to Valley Narcotics.

Officer Irving served with
courage and distinction,

risking his own life
to safeguard the citizens
of Los Angeles.

He is survived by his father,
Deputy Chief Irvin Irving,

and his mother Constance Irving.

[no audible dialog]

Officer George Irving,
the city of Los Angeles,

and the Los Angeles
Police Department

are forever grateful
for your service.

They will never forget
your ultimate sacrifice.

Officer Irving,

end of watch July 24, 2015.

Good night.

[beeping]

A police officer
was killed last night.

Yeah, we heard.

Did you know him?

Not really.
A little.

You got your stuff ready
to go to Lisa's?

I'm gonna drop you off
on my way to work.

It's Saturday.

I'm workin' a case.
Gotta go in.

I'll get my stuff.

Grace'll watch 'em like a hawk.

Yeah, I'm okay with it.

Makes me feel like
the danger's over,

and we should just go home.

I'm not really sure about that,

so just humor me, okay?

Stick around a couple more days.

I think you just like
having us here.

[chuckles]
Yeah, I do.

Give me a hug?

- Have fun.
- Bye.

Thanks.

[water spraying]

I'm being tailed.

Course you are.

What the fuck happened last night?

Your buddy was a snitch.

George?
There's no way.

How the fuck would you
know that, anyway?

He worked for IA,
and he wore a wire,

and you brought him
into our group,

you dumb cocksucker.

Fuck.

Okay. So what
are we gonna do?

You repped up, right?

Yeah. Of course.

I have to make a formal
statement on Monday.

Tell your rep you want to go IOD.

But I wasn't injured on duty.

Emotional stress.
Death of a partner.

That'll delay the hearing.

Okay.

They'll tell you you'll walk

if you give up your crew.

Don't buy what they're selling.

Yeah. I know
how it works. Thanks.

Yeah, well,
just in case
you're tempted,

last night's gun's
got your prints on it.

The fuck it d--

- [quietly] The fuck it does.
- Keep your voice down.

When you took down the drop house,

same gun.

Oh, you motherfucker.

That's right.

So you start cuttin' deals,

that weapon's gonna turn up.

Cops are gonna know...

that you set up your partner.

[ducks quacking]

Ms. Wish.

Special Agent Jay Griffin.

Need to see some ID?

No, that won't be necessary.

You've got bureau
written all over you.

[chuckles]

What do you want?

Your ex husband
is involved in a case

that's become entangled
in one of our operations.

What kind of operation?

Counter terrorism.

We need him to share
his findings with us.

Have you asked him to do that?

Assurances that people
give aren't always honored.

So, what, you want me
to spy on him?

We're only asking for information

he should be giving us anyway.

[scoffs]

No.

You resigned from the bureau
10 years ago under a cloud.

It was a poker debt.

I wasn't a participant
in the fraud,

it was completely unconnected.

I admitted my mistake
and I resigned.

Well, if you ask me,
it was a bullshit charge.

And the waste of a good agent.

That's water under the bridge.

What does this
have to do with Harry?

How'd you like to get back in?

Back in? You mean
like the bureau?

I assume you started
playing poker for a living

'cause nobody else would hire you.

And your bureau record's
been red flagged.

I can change that.

You help us, we'll help you.

You're gonna expunge my record
if I spy on my ex husband?

The bureau can't take you back.

But there are
a lot of agencies out there

that are looking for
profilers these days,
Ms. Wish.

[chuckles]

Here.

Man: [on TV]
Police state that
shell casings and evidence

only begins to indicate
the chaos that was
last night in Van Nuys.

Tough break.

- Anything new?
- Yeah.

I heard they collected
three different kinds
of casings

from one gun.

Nothin' says gang banger
like mixed brass.

Fuckin' irony, right?
I mean, the--

the kid transfers to a desk,

and gets popped by
some gang banger
in a random robbery.

It's like those vets
coming home from Iraq.

They survive that shit storm,

then they get
killed at the movies
by some lunatic

who thinks that
sprayin' the audience
with an automatic rifle

is a fuckin' video game.

I hear an IA captain
was at the scene last night.

Yeah, what's up with that?

They lookin' at George?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Later.

Hey, Detective Bosch.

Pierce.

I keep thinking it's my fault.

How so?

Last year when we
pulled Waits over,

George keyed in the wrong plate

so we could make the stop.

I remember.

I should have let it go.

I mean, we'd still be partners.

George would still be here
in patrol.

He'd be alive.

Get that out of your head.

He was ambitious,
wanted out of patrol.

It was just
a matter of time,
not your fault.

Be safe.

Man: Sad day.

Yeah.
Thanks for coming.

Yeah.

These are the books
I told you about.

Yeah, I got this one at home.

Same edition.

It's a new testament in Armenian.

Uh, Book of Prayers
of St. Gregory.

Hm.

Your girl's religious.

Let me show you something else.

You recognize this church?

Yeah. That's, uh,
Tsiranavor in Yerevan.

It's one of the
oldest churches in Armenia.

What about this?
What's this say?

Well, that tells you
who the book belongs to.

Let's see.

Our Lady Queen of Martyrs

Armenian Catholic Church.

That in Yerevan, too?

Boyle Heights.

Yes. These are ours.

How did you come by them?

They were in possession
of a young woman

we're looking for.
Lilliet Saroyan.

We found them in her apartment.

Hm.

She also goes by the name Layla.

Is she in trouble?

Not with us.
But she might be in danger

with a group of
Armenian gangsters
in Las Vegas.

That's very distressing news.

You know her.

Any idea where she might be?

She said she was
moving to Las Vegas.

I gave her the books.

I thought they might
be of some solace,

remind her of home.

That was, I don't know,
two years ago.

Haven't heard from her since?

She called me
a few months ago,
in fact.

Said that she was
engaged to be married.

She say to who?

She did not.

She wanted to know if
she could get married
in this church,

and if I would officiate.

I said yes, of course.

But then she never called again.

You know if she had
any friends here in L.A.,
family?

Not that I know of, no.

If you think of anything else,

or if she gets in touch,

would you please give us a call.

Of course.

How about that?

You think Mrs. Allen
knew her husband was

planning on marrying his lollipop?

And take all his money with him?

She didn't care about
the other women

'cause he wasn't
serious about them.

Marriage is serious?

As a heart attack, brother.

That's just what it is.
A heart attack.

[knocking]

Woman: Come in.

They're gone.

You think they'll be back?

You sure you don't
want to talk to them, huh?

I just want to go away.

I spoke with the man this morning.

Should be here soon.
A few more days.

What's taking so long?

It's a popular passport.

Takes time.

Okay.

I want to thank you for
your kindness, Father.

I don't know what
I would have done

if you hadn't taken me in.

I should be thanking you,
Lilliet, for your generosity.

A token.

I could never repay you
or the church.

When you get to
where you're going,
let me know.

I'll put you in contact
with someone.

You don't know where I'm going.

I don't have to.

We're like the Chinese.

We're everywhere.

I'll drop you a card.

[door opens, closes]

You lied.
To me.

The whole time.

George didn't want you
to know, either.

He didn't want you to worry.

Don't blame our son.

It was his decision,
it was what he wanted.

None of this would have happened

without your blessing.

It was a fast path
to command track,

which is what you wanted
for him, too.

I wanted him safe.

This was a way to
make that happen.

You killed our son.

That's not fair, Connie.

You... killed him.

Oh, I can't stand to look at you.

- Bosch: Ice?
- No ice.

Grace call?

Yeah.

Maddie and Lisa are getting along

like two peas in a pod.

Nice.

I'll pick her up in the morning.

How was your day?

Not bad.

Made some headway.

Girlfriend of our victim.

Is she the killer?

Might be the motive.

How was your day?

A little stir crazy
sitting around here all day?

Matter of fact,
I was, so I, uh,
borrowed the car.

Don't look at me like that.

The closest I got
to being snatched
was by the FBI.

I was just
enjoying myself
at Echo Park,

looking at the lake,

who should sidle up next to me

but special agent Jay Griffin.

That asshole?
Are you shittin' me?

What did he want?

He wants me to spy on you.

What?

Feed him whatever I can
about your investigation.

And he said he would take
the flag off my record

so that I could
start again somewhere else

in law enforcement.

Unbelievable.
What did you tell him?

Told him to fuck off.

I appreciate that.

Yeah, well,
whatever I think
about my ex husband,

I'm not gonna spy on
the father of my child.

Call him Monday morning.

Tell him what?

Tell him you changed your mind,

but you want it in writing
about your record.

Tell him I'm working on
something good,

something he'll want.

And you'll give it to him,

but only if he
puts the deal in writing.

Good evening, ma'am.

Sorry to bother you this late.

Coyote's been spotted
in the highlands,

and we're asking all the residents

to keep their pets indoors.

Have you seen
any coyote scat
in your backyard?

Coyote scat.

Um, I don't think I would know

what coyote scat looks like
if I saw it.

Maybe you should go back
and check for yourself.

Well, this is a
nice surprise, officer.

What does your lawyer say?

When are we getting in?

Soon.

I told you it'll take some time.

What is wrong?

Nothing.

Just tired of waiting, that's all.

We're almost there, sweetheart.

We're almost there.

Okay.

[laughs]

Are you sure you
don't want to stay?

Can't.

There really is a
fucking coyote out there.

Oh. Well--

A coyote can wait.

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