Bosch (2014–…): Season 6, Episode 2 - Good People on Both Sides - full transcript
BOSCH: Executed?
EDGAR (OH PHONE):
Close range, front seat.
Had to be two shooters
from the way they were found.
So, they just rolled up,
two shots, point-blank range?
Did anybody see anything?
50-something bangers
at a wake next door.
No.
Back to square one.
Sorry, brother.
You gonna need
a wingman out there?
Feds are in the shadows,
I'm good.
One of us should get some sleep.
Call if you need me.
Go home.
It was sovereigns
at the overlook.
Three Oh Eight Squadron.
You've been busy.
Working my murder.
- Thanks for sharing.
- Bosch...
What's their target?
Can't let you go in there.
Why, you putting eyes inside?
Command post,
couple streets over?
Video feed?
Popcorn and stadium seating?
Espresso machine.
Could be a long night.
(LAUGHS)
Maxwell owes me a ten spot.
You bet him I'd be here?
I bet him you'd beat us here.
Come on.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Professional hit.
Somebody got wind
of Internal Affairs
trying to catch them
and flip them.
Or they did
one shady deal too many.
Yeah.
Either way.
I was so sure
they would get us to
who pulled the trigger
and killed your son.
Yeah.
In a different world, maybe.
In this one,
they just got
what they had coming.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Look like you could use a drink.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Hey.
When did you get home?
Half hour ago.
He doesn't like his new kibble.
I know.
Battle of wills.
Same homicide case?
Yeah, on a clock.
Same. If the 101's
a pack-a-snack,
I'm already screwed.
You gonna be
in the office all day?
I usually take a walk
somewhere for lunch.
Feel the sun on me.
Order in.
Whatever you want... I'm buying.
So, it's not just
a homicide case you've caught.
Just stay inside
next couple of days.
Come home right
after work, yeah?
You okay?
Tired.
Get going.
- Love you.
- Love you.
Dad?
Yeah?
Be safe.
Always.
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♪ I got a feeling
that I can't let go ♪
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♪ I got a feeling that I can't let
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♪ 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 ♪
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♪ Like me. ♪
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
IRVING: My detectives
lost a day landing on sovereigns
you've suspected from the start.
It's a fluid situation.
Flowing in one direction.
We're dealing with JTTF, NRC,
HERT, NEST, the DOE...
Alphabet soup.
Federal pandemonium.
You want to add RHD to that?
No.
They caught a double-homicide.
Two of our own.
Jesus.
But Bosch and Edgar
will continue their work.
Unimpeded.
Fine.
Our priority
is radioactive material
in the hands of extremists.
Find the killers,
find the cesium.
BRENNER: Experience
tells us it will move fast.
Hand to hand.
Killers could be two steps
back of it by now.
That's the reason
for our velocity.
You can't afford to be slowed
down by the local yokels.
By anyone... we're tripping
over each other as it is.
Tell me about these
Three Oh Eights.
Fringe players.
In the larger
sovereign movement.
If it's them,
this represents
a serious escalation.
Reached out to some C.I.s,
we'll see what bounces back.
Bosch?
What do you need to proceed?
Access... Three Oh Two reports
and a follow-up
with Kent's widow.
She's been behind
a federal firewall.
For her own protection.
From us.
Make it happen.
And one of you go with them.
Yes, sir.
Whatever you've got...
Sovereign POIs, known
associates, group hierarchy.
I'll have a full packet sent.
Just make sure
you stay in your lane.
Now they're traffic cops.
Stepping up in rank.
Yeah, fuck you both.
This ain't my first trip
down the federal road,
as you know.
Now, you chase the cesium
however you want.
I'm gonna find the bastards
who put two bullets
in the back of
Stanley Kent's head.
And my lane has no lines.
(GATE CLANKING)
MANKIEWICZ: Yeah, all right.
I'll call you later.
- Hey, I.T.
- Mank.
Hey, uh, any inside baseball
on that threat advisory
from the Feds?
Hazardous materials.
(STAMMERS) How hazardous?
Need to know, Mank.
Huh?
Need to know.
Minding my own business
is all I'm saying.
Harassing tourists again.
- Panhandling.
- While nude.
I get overheated some days.
It's man-opause.
Where are said clothes?
I stashed them
with my tent
behind a planter at the W.
Wait, you walked half a mile
from the W Hotel
full frontal?
Well, I had to air my bits out.
And I didn't get a second glance
until I arrived here.
He'll be back out on the street
before we finish
doing the paperwork.
Perhaps I can convince
our reporting citizen
that relocation
and a stern warning
will suffice, hmm?
How we doing on those summaries?
Great.
Super. Uh, end of the day?
Um...
Kidding. Tomorrow's fine.
(EXHALES)
EDGAR:
Anything new you can remember?
ALICIA: It's all a fog now.
I don't know.
Stray things the men
who attacked you said.
How they moved, how they acted.
They acted like
they wanted to be soldiers,
but they weren't.
What do you mean by that?
I don't know, it...
it's just a feeling.
How long were you married?
12 years, October.
How'd you meet?
G-Grad school.
Uh...
applied physics.
You're a scientist?
Was.
I never loved it
like my husband did,
so as soon as I was able,
I got out.
Children were the plan,
- but my body had other ideas.
- (PHONE VIBRATES)
Did your husband seem
worried about anything?
Change in his routine?
No.
He did buy a gun
about a year ago.
Really?
What kind?
Not big.
20-something?
D-Do you know where it is?
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
It's supposed to be in here.
Could he have had it with him?
He would've said something.
REECE: That was Cliff.
We may have caught a break.
I heard back from our C.I.
Ben Craver.
We nailed him for soliciting
for a phony charity
to fund border militias.
EDGAR: Wire fraud.
Yeah. Looking at
five years, minimum.
Leverage is the name
of the game, right?
Craver's been networking for us.
Sharing conspiracy theories,
making friends on the dark web.
He thinks this guy,
Travis Strout, may know
who's behind the Kent extortion.
- Knows 'cause he's part of it?
- Useful idiot, more like.
Newsletter, monthly podcasts.
You know,
how to screw Uncle Sam.
Why is the informant so sure
this guy would know anything?
Travis has been making noise
about some brave citizens
with a plan to paralyze
the federal court system.
That's the guy from the bar.
This is Charlie Dax,
brother-in-law.
Nothing on him yet,
or Strout's wife Heather.
EDGAR: Got an address for them?
They're squatting on property
Travis insists
he legally owns now
by adverse possession.
My son does that with
his brother's video games.
BOSCH:
Surveillance and wire taps?
Multiple teams on site,
but we're light
on probable cause for a T-3.
Go in too directly,
you won't get anything.
I'm aware of that.
Brother Waylon
has a federal warrant out.
REECE:
Child support, failure to pay.
Not worth the hassle
of pursuing till now.
Bait and switch.
Leverage, like I said.
If we can get big brother
to help his little brother
by helping us...
Let me and I. Edgar
take the lead on this.
Local to local.
- BOSCH: Waylon Strout?
- Who's asking?
EDGAR: LAPD.
Detectives Edgar and Bosch.
Didn't want to trespass
on your property.
Appreciated.
Who are they?
- Feds.
- What the hell do they want?
That's why we're here.
Ah, shit.
You miss some payments?
WAYLON: Eh,
that bitch won't let me see my own kid.
That's outrageous.
- Yeah. Tell me about it.
- (VEHICLE APPROACHING)
BOSCH: Listen. Come with us,
we can sort this out.
Probably take a couple hours.
Otherwise, you're headed down
the black hole
of federal government.
Say I don't go anywhere?
Well, what the fuck?
You know how that goes.
TRAVIS:
What's going on, gentlemen?
Fucking warrant for not
sending Amber her blood money.
- You related?
- Brothers.
You have some I.D.?
I'm a freeman of the land,
not some number on a card.
BOSCH: Oh, I hear you,
but if you're family,
maybe you could
help us out, yeah?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Travis?
- Be cool.
Be cool. All right?
We can handle this.
We need to take your brother to
Hollywood, make the Feds happy,
ask him a couple questions, then
I promise we'll kick him loose.
EDGAR: Follow us out there,
bring him back after.
All right.
Problem, Detectives?
- BOSCH: No, there isn't.
- WAYLON: Yeah.
Fuck this. Here's what I think
of your federal paper.
- EDGEWOOD: Hey.
- Hook him up.
- Cliff...
- Hey, hey. Hey!
TRAVIS: Hey, hey, hey. Easy now.
You need a search warrant
to be on my property.
I thought we agreed
you'd hang back.
Played your part perfect, Bosch.
We got him
- right where we want him.
- Too fast, too fucking hard.
- Let me just...
- Gun!
TRAVIS: Waylon, run!
9-Adam-65. Officer needs help.
Shots fired. Officer down.
- 9-65-0-security...
- (OFFICER GROANING)
DISPATCHER: All units stand by.
9-Adam-31 in Van Nuys unit.
Officer needs help. Shots fired.
Officer down. 9-65-0...
LAPD. Anyone here?
Clear.
Clear.
- Clear!
- Clear!
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
Detective Bosch.
Yeah?
BOSCH: Maxwell,
IED in the attic.
Edge, bomb squad, gun unit,
evacuate the neighborhood,
- hundred-yard perimeter.
- Roger that.
Let's move him to a safe spot.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
No sign of the cesium.
IED in the attic was something
they pulled straight
from the Internet.
- Trace radiation?
- Nope.
And nothing to suggest they were
building a dirty bomb here.
Then why the hell
did he go postal?
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Clear this middle area.
Clear this middle area, please.
Guys, please move.
(SIREN WAILING)
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, uh, can you, can you
tell me what's going on?
- I want to get to my house.
- Ma'am, please move your car to the curb.
No, I live right there.
And my husband is home, but
he's not answering his phone.
Move your car,
I'll bring my supervisor over
- to talk with you.
- Where's my husband?
You know, I have a right to know
- what you're doing.
- (CAMERA CLICKS)
I will bring my supervisor over
to talk with you.
Please move your car.
Ma'am.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
What?
Kent was killed
with a small-caliber weapon.
The one he owned is missing.
Director tore me a new one.
Why the hell
didn't you bring more backup?
We just came to do an interview.
Dead source, no cesium.
- Anything from the brother?
- Claims innocence.
Bosch sent him to Van Nuys,
wanted first crack,
but Cliff interceded.
Waylon's headed downtown.
The officer who was hit?
Still no word.
- HEATHER: Travis!
- EDGEWOOD: Ma'am, hold on. Ma'am, ma'am.
- I-I said you can't go there.
- I want to see my husband!
- Ma'am, stop! - BRENNER: Oh, Jesus.
- I want to see my husband!
- The wife.
- Travis! Baby!
- HEATHER: Travis? Travis?
- REECE: Ma'am. Ma'am.
- Ma'am, ma'am.
- Travis. No...
- Ma'am, ma'am.
- Get off me!
And don't tell me to calm down!
Look, that's
my private property.
REECE: I understand, ma'am.
What have you done
with my husband?
(CRYING)
We're going viral.
Like it or not.
ANCHOR: Police officers
went down to the property
initially to serve a warrant.
A subsequent search allegedly
found evidence of explosives
and we are still trying
to confirm early reports
that one of the shooters
was killed at the scene.
Not surprisingly...
Hi, honey.
Hi, Coltrane.
(LINE RINGING)
(PHONE VIBRATING)
- Hey, honey. You get my texts?
- MADDIE: Yeah. Thanks.
I would have been worried.
KNX said
officer-involved shooting.
Hollywood copper got hit.
- Is he okay?
- Ray Powers.
He's still in surgery,
touch and go.
We were just there
to serve a warrant.
I'm sorry.
You coming home?
Probably not. What's up?
That new case I told you
I was working on?
Yeah, what about it?
Dante Crow, wrongful conviction.
He's filing for restitution.
That's pocket change
for Money Chandler.
Anyway, this key witness is a
career criminal, Hadrian Paul.
He got convicted
for an unrelated crime
a couple months
after giving his testimony.
Frequent offender. It happens.
The sentence he received
seemed really, really low, Dad.
Might've cut a deal
with the D.A.
A deal that
I can't find mentioned
in the Crow transcripts?
- Yeah, that's odd.
- Right?
Tell Chandler.
What if it's nothing?
I'm just the intern.
Let her make that decision.
Okay.
- Yeah, Mads, I got to run.
- Dad.
Yeah?
A couple people at my work
were talking
about a terrorist threat.
Is that what you can't tell me?
You're my first call
if things go off the rails.
What to do, where to go, okay?
That's not comforting.
Full story later, yeah?
Please.
Love you.
Shop's not contaminated.
If the cesium's here,
at least it's still
in the travel pig.
This Alicia Kent's car?
Plates match.
We're sending it to the lab,
but these guys have been
meticulous so far.
Except when they aren't.
- What does that mean?
- Why even bring her car here?
Short term? Get it off
the street, dump it later.
If they're even concerned
about a later.
Looks like the Strouts were
getting ready to rock and roll.
BOSCH:
Or Waylon's been collecting
pipe scraps and pressure cookers
are on sale at Costco.
It's a small, tight cell
of fanatics.
The cesium's somewhere
in their orbit.
Never assume, is all I'm saying.
L.A. County's almost
5,000 square miles.
Sensor airships,
vans on the streets.
We've got the resources,
we'll find it.
What if all this is is noise?
Buying them extra time?
Then we're fucked.
MAXWELL: Okay.
Guns in the attic.
(CHUCKLES) Every one legal.
Go ahead, check.
Was it Travis rigged that IED?
For the record, I'd like to
state that I am Waylon Strout,
flesh and blood,
not a fictitious person.
- Okay, that's not really necessary, but...
- Furthermore,
I am expatriated
from the United States
of Banks and Slavers,
and therefore, not subject
to federal law or jurisdiction.
Still...
here we are.
Two nights ago.
Brother and I hung out
at my shop till about midnight,
then he went home.
You know...
I can tell you weren't
part of this, Waylon.
I'm good at reading people.
(LAUGHS)
That mean I'm free to go?
You tell me where your brother
stashed the cesium,
see what I can do.
- He's rushing it, huh?
- The what?
That velocity,
hard to slow down.
I give him five more questions
before Waylon lawyers up.
- I'll take the under.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Cesium.
What Stanley Kent traded
to free his wife.
You're making this up.
MAXWELL: Look, if even one of
those radioactive rods gets breached,
it'll kill everyone
that comes into contact with it.
Your friends,
your people.
Is that what you want?
Deep state did a false flag
to assassinate my brother.
What I want is a lawyer.
Magic words.
- Fuck.
- Come on, Waylon.
Come on, don't do this.
Bosch.
I could use your help.
- I was out with friends.
- REECE: What time did you get home?
I don't know, 2:00?
- Your husband...
- Travis was with me, all night.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
BOSCH: Stanley Kent.
We believe Travis
- had an interaction with him.
- An interaction?
So what are you accusing
my husband of?
Never mentioned the name?
What have you done
with his body?
The morgue.
There'll be an autopsy
before he's released.
So is this man the reason
why you killed him?
We went out to your house
to ask for help
with a crime involving
Stanley Kent.
- Travis opened fire, unprovoked.
- Yeah,
'cause my husband saw
trespassing government agents
and his brother on the lawn
in handcuffs.
Maps in the back room,
those pushpins.
They're props
for one of his online talks.
Those are federal buildings.
Is it a crime to let people know
where the tax man lives?
- Targets?
- We are up against one of
the most corrupt conspiracies
this world has ever known,
and you're part of it.
Waylon... says Travis
was with him two nights ago,
so either one of you is lying,
or both of you are.
How did your husband know who
to shake down for the cesium?
I don't know what that is.
REECE: Radioactive material.
It's used to treat
certain cancers.
(CRYING):
You people are unbelievable.
We're just trying
to get to the truth.
No, we're the true ones!
Ah...
The bankers
have eaten your souls.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
- Edgar.
- CONNIFF: Jerry. Brad Conniff.
Brad Conniff, what's up?
CONNIFF: So you and
Bosch catch that overlook 187?
- Yeah.
- We heard Feds muscled you out.
- Homicide's still ours.
- Hmm.
Yeah. Well,
reason why we called.
You know Dwight Wise
pretty well, yeah?
I do. Why?
Well, we were going through
the security cams we collected,
checking the movements
of Marcos and Arias. Guess what?
(STAMMERS)
Uh, I'm too tired to guess.
Dwight Wise was tailing them.
On and off,
going back as far as we looked.
He a suspect?
You want me to talk to him?
Well, personal connection,
might be more productive.
I'll do it today.
We hoped you'd say that.
You been sleeping
in your Hugo Boss, Jerry?
(CHUCKLES)
Surgery was successful.
He's stable, family is with him.
- Good. I'll drop in after EOW.
- Mm.
- And yesterday's shooting?
- Feds drove that bus.
Way too fast,
according to Bosch.
(SIGHS)
Still, falls on all of us.
Never good to have
a blue suit down.
I agree.
I hear the chief came by
the other day.
- He did, yes.
- Huh.
Asked that Bosch
report to him directly
- on the overlook.
- Hmm. Came to you, not to me?
- He asked for you.
- Did he?
Yeah, you were out.
I was.
Latest polling.
Three police officers
shot in the line of duty
and my numbers go up.
(SIGHS)
I need to put my campaign
on hold.
Okay. For a day?
For a week?
(SIGHS) I'll let you know.
Scott Anderson says he saw Feds
working a homicide
in the Hollywood Hills.
Anderson called you?
He seems to think it connects
to yesterday's shoot-out.
- What did you tell him?
- The truth:
I don't know. Should I?
We're chasing a credible threat
to the city.
How credible?
Active. Domestic terrorism.
Shit.
We've managed to keep this
relatively quiet so far.
I'm counting on your discretion.
Anderson won't sit
on what he has.
No, he won't.
(SIGHS)
But Laura Cooke just got bumped
to city editor.
And there's something else
I need to get in front of.
All right, that's all for now.
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
ATF e-mailed the trace report
on the recovered .22.
Bullet that killed Kent
came from his own gun.
- I'll forward you a copy.
- Any luck with the wife's car?
No foreign prints,
just Alicia and Stanley.
- Waiting on DNA.
- We're thin on Waylon.
Coincidence plus coincidence
is no longer a coincidence.
- How's your officer?
- Out of danger.
Thank God.
That could've gone a lot worse.
- Maxwell pushed too far.
- You know why.
I guess, but if we'd brought
Travis Strout in alive,
he'd be telling you
where he put the cesium.
Cliff's still working
the brother.
Waylon's lawyered up.
National security,
different set of rules.
How long will it take you
to close your murder?
Didn't know
there was a rush on it.
This shooting is a PR nightmare.
I can't afford
anything left hanging.
- Make sure it all adds up.
- Even if it doesn't.
What?
Hey, I heard you saw Powers.
Just to say hey.
Uh, his leg is fucked.
Nerve damage.
Poor kid. Long haul ahead.
How'd your prelim go?
Crushed it. Wits hit every note.
Held over for trial
on all charges filed.
And a couple that weren't.
Excellent.
RHD still giving you attitude?
(CHUCKLES)
No. They are very generous now.
Mm. Should be.
You caught a serial killer.
Solved their body parts case.
Girl's making you
a rock star, Rondell.
Teacher's pet.
What?
Billets.
(QUIETLY): You're The One.
(BARREL CLEARS THROAT)
Everything points
to the Strouts.
Why does it feel so shaky?
I don't know. Guns. Tattoos.
Car in the shop.
Even the C.I.'s hot tip.
Work our homicide
like a homicide.
See where it really goes.
- Miller?
- Hmm?
Can I ask you a question
about the Crow case?
Absolutely.
Okay. I think this key witness
had a plea deal
the D.A. didn't disclose.
You think.
I'm not a lawyer.
No, you're not.
Write it up... if I have time,
I'll look into it.
Uh, rest of the summaries done?
Almost.
Eye on the ball,
Maddie Bosch. Yes?
Over the next decade,
the national debt
will lead to...
EDGAR: That's helpful. Thanks.
Yeah.
- Harry.
- Yeah?
GPS history
on Travis Strout's mobile
shows him
nowhere near the overlook
night of the murder.
Phone was home all night.
Yeah.
Waylon?
Shop. Then Glendale.
Booty call.
(CLICKS)
Wife's movement lines up
with what she told us.
Bar and home.
Heather and Waylon both say
Travis was with them.
Why lie, if that was the plan?
(TRAVIS CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
ON VIDEO)
Something I've got to do.
Can you run solo for a bit?
Go.
Reece, it's Bosch.
I have a question
for Waylon Strout.
EDGAR: You promised you'd stay clear.
11 months, Jerry.
One of your sons,
what would you have done?
- Told you we were close.
- Were you?
I saw your I.A. sting.
Marcos and Arias
were wise to it.
They were wise to you.
Well, what else did you see?
Nothing useful.
I didn't see them get killed.
Night of, where were you?
Choir rehearsal.
You sing?
I don't.
I turn pages for the organist.
Your wife.
About 30 other witnesses,
if you need to ask.
I don't.
I'm sorry.
I took some pictures
on my travels.
What we already mostly know.
Street work.
Informants.
Nothing out of line.
Looked to be on the job.
Kept circling back
to your man here, though.
EDGAR: Jacques Avril.
Clubhouse.
That was my thought, yeah.
(DANCE MUSIC PULSING IN CLUB)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
How'd you get his lawyer
to agree with this?
I told him you think
his client's innocent.
He's not coming. Sorry.
Give me a minute.
Maxwell. Did you get my message
about the cell phone tracking?
I did. Waylon's been transferred
from our custody.
COINTEL has him.
Not even telling us where.
Tunnel vision.
You've all got the blinders on.
The facts fit.
There's no trace of radiation...
House, clothes, vehicles.
A half-assed collection of pipes
and timers. No explosives.
They only have to be right once.
- (SCOFFS)
- Don't be an asshole, Cliff.
I'm not. I'm tired.
You have your killers, Bosch.
- Type it up, hand it in.
- If the Strouts did do this,
why weren't they prepared
for us coming after them?
Why didn't they have
their alibis locked down?
I don't know.
Maybe your C.I. does.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Fuck.
Let's ask him.
(DANCE MUSIC PULSING IN CLUB)
(SIGHS)
Detective Edgar.
I spoke to my cousin about
the death of my uncle Antoine.
And?
It was your father they called
the Butcher of Petionville.
Not you.
Not me. No.
He said the Butcher fled
to Panama
long before my uncle
was murdered.
Your father
couldn't have done it.
We can talk inside if you like.
We can talk right here.
(PATS SEAT)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Do you still have family
in Haiti?
Not since the earthquake.
I lost everything.
A heartbreaking tragedy.
Detectives Marcos and Arias
were killed two nights ago.
I saw this on the news.
Shocking.
They said you were a valuable
source of information.
I try to be a good citizen.
Like you were in Port-au-Prince?
Yeah. I was police, like you.
And a CIA asset.
Whatever I could do
to help my country
in a troubled time.
But now you're here.
Hard work.
A little luck. (CHUCKLES)
I'm finding my way.
In my city.
Where, should your hands
get bloody again,
your State Department friends
won't help you.
(AVRIL SIGHS)
I'm just a businessman.
Do you have any idea
who would have wanted
Marcos and Arias dead?
The world is filled
with angry, vengeful men.
Yeah.
I'm one of them.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(LINE RINGING)
Not answering.
Call again.
(LINE RINGING)
Nothing.
You sure he's in there?
We have an ankle monitor on him
for the wire fraud
in case he had
a change of heart.
Craver?
We pay the rent.
MAXWELL: Do it.
REECE: Clear.
EDGAR: It's Craver.
6-William-22.
Requesting two units
and a supervisor, code 2.
- Been here a while.
- EDGAR: Kenmore Ave. And Clinton Street.
Shit.
EDGAR (OH PHONE):
Close range, front seat.
Had to be two shooters
from the way they were found.
So, they just rolled up,
two shots, point-blank range?
Did anybody see anything?
50-something bangers
at a wake next door.
No.
Back to square one.
Sorry, brother.
You gonna need
a wingman out there?
Feds are in the shadows,
I'm good.
One of us should get some sleep.
Call if you need me.
Go home.
It was sovereigns
at the overlook.
Three Oh Eight Squadron.
You've been busy.
Working my murder.
- Thanks for sharing.
- Bosch...
What's their target?
Can't let you go in there.
Why, you putting eyes inside?
Command post,
couple streets over?
Video feed?
Popcorn and stadium seating?
Espresso machine.
Could be a long night.
(LAUGHS)
Maxwell owes me a ten spot.
You bet him I'd be here?
I bet him you'd beat us here.
Come on.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Professional hit.
Somebody got wind
of Internal Affairs
trying to catch them
and flip them.
Or they did
one shady deal too many.
Yeah.
Either way.
I was so sure
they would get us to
who pulled the trigger
and killed your son.
Yeah.
In a different world, maybe.
In this one,
they just got
what they had coming.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Look like you could use a drink.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Hey.
When did you get home?
Half hour ago.
He doesn't like his new kibble.
I know.
Battle of wills.
Same homicide case?
Yeah, on a clock.
Same. If the 101's
a pack-a-snack,
I'm already screwed.
You gonna be
in the office all day?
I usually take a walk
somewhere for lunch.
Feel the sun on me.
Order in.
Whatever you want... I'm buying.
So, it's not just
a homicide case you've caught.
Just stay inside
next couple of days.
Come home right
after work, yeah?
You okay?
Tired.
Get going.
- Love you.
- Love you.
Dad?
Yeah?
Be safe.
Always.
♪ ♪
- ♪ I got a feeling that I 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 ♪
♪ I got a feeling that I can't let
go♪-♪ Can't let go, can't let go ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Can't let go ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Like me. ♪
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
IRVING: My detectives
lost a day landing on sovereigns
you've suspected from the start.
It's a fluid situation.
Flowing in one direction.
We're dealing with JTTF, NRC,
HERT, NEST, the DOE...
Alphabet soup.
Federal pandemonium.
You want to add RHD to that?
No.
They caught a double-homicide.
Two of our own.
Jesus.
But Bosch and Edgar
will continue their work.
Unimpeded.
Fine.
Our priority
is radioactive material
in the hands of extremists.
Find the killers,
find the cesium.
BRENNER: Experience
tells us it will move fast.
Hand to hand.
Killers could be two steps
back of it by now.
That's the reason
for our velocity.
You can't afford to be slowed
down by the local yokels.
By anyone... we're tripping
over each other as it is.
Tell me about these
Three Oh Eights.
Fringe players.
In the larger
sovereign movement.
If it's them,
this represents
a serious escalation.
Reached out to some C.I.s,
we'll see what bounces back.
Bosch?
What do you need to proceed?
Access... Three Oh Two reports
and a follow-up
with Kent's widow.
She's been behind
a federal firewall.
For her own protection.
From us.
Make it happen.
And one of you go with them.
Yes, sir.
Whatever you've got...
Sovereign POIs, known
associates, group hierarchy.
I'll have a full packet sent.
Just make sure
you stay in your lane.
Now they're traffic cops.
Stepping up in rank.
Yeah, fuck you both.
This ain't my first trip
down the federal road,
as you know.
Now, you chase the cesium
however you want.
I'm gonna find the bastards
who put two bullets
in the back of
Stanley Kent's head.
And my lane has no lines.
(GATE CLANKING)
MANKIEWICZ: Yeah, all right.
I'll call you later.
- Hey, I.T.
- Mank.
Hey, uh, any inside baseball
on that threat advisory
from the Feds?
Hazardous materials.
(STAMMERS) How hazardous?
Need to know, Mank.
Huh?
Need to know.
Minding my own business
is all I'm saying.
Harassing tourists again.
- Panhandling.
- While nude.
I get overheated some days.
It's man-opause.
Where are said clothes?
I stashed them
with my tent
behind a planter at the W.
Wait, you walked half a mile
from the W Hotel
full frontal?
Well, I had to air my bits out.
And I didn't get a second glance
until I arrived here.
He'll be back out on the street
before we finish
doing the paperwork.
Perhaps I can convince
our reporting citizen
that relocation
and a stern warning
will suffice, hmm?
How we doing on those summaries?
Great.
Super. Uh, end of the day?
Um...
Kidding. Tomorrow's fine.
(EXHALES)
EDGAR:
Anything new you can remember?
ALICIA: It's all a fog now.
I don't know.
Stray things the men
who attacked you said.
How they moved, how they acted.
They acted like
they wanted to be soldiers,
but they weren't.
What do you mean by that?
I don't know, it...
it's just a feeling.
How long were you married?
12 years, October.
How'd you meet?
G-Grad school.
Uh...
applied physics.
You're a scientist?
Was.
I never loved it
like my husband did,
so as soon as I was able,
I got out.
Children were the plan,
- but my body had other ideas.
- (PHONE VIBRATES)
Did your husband seem
worried about anything?
Change in his routine?
No.
He did buy a gun
about a year ago.
Really?
What kind?
Not big.
20-something?
D-Do you know where it is?
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
It's supposed to be in here.
Could he have had it with him?
He would've said something.
REECE: That was Cliff.
We may have caught a break.
I heard back from our C.I.
Ben Craver.
We nailed him for soliciting
for a phony charity
to fund border militias.
EDGAR: Wire fraud.
Yeah. Looking at
five years, minimum.
Leverage is the name
of the game, right?
Craver's been networking for us.
Sharing conspiracy theories,
making friends on the dark web.
He thinks this guy,
Travis Strout, may know
who's behind the Kent extortion.
- Knows 'cause he's part of it?
- Useful idiot, more like.
Newsletter, monthly podcasts.
You know,
how to screw Uncle Sam.
Why is the informant so sure
this guy would know anything?
Travis has been making noise
about some brave citizens
with a plan to paralyze
the federal court system.
That's the guy from the bar.
This is Charlie Dax,
brother-in-law.
Nothing on him yet,
or Strout's wife Heather.
EDGAR: Got an address for them?
They're squatting on property
Travis insists
he legally owns now
by adverse possession.
My son does that with
his brother's video games.
BOSCH:
Surveillance and wire taps?
Multiple teams on site,
but we're light
on probable cause for a T-3.
Go in too directly,
you won't get anything.
I'm aware of that.
Brother Waylon
has a federal warrant out.
REECE:
Child support, failure to pay.
Not worth the hassle
of pursuing till now.
Bait and switch.
Leverage, like I said.
If we can get big brother
to help his little brother
by helping us...
Let me and I. Edgar
take the lead on this.
Local to local.
- BOSCH: Waylon Strout?
- Who's asking?
EDGAR: LAPD.
Detectives Edgar and Bosch.
Didn't want to trespass
on your property.
Appreciated.
Who are they?
- Feds.
- What the hell do they want?
That's why we're here.
Ah, shit.
You miss some payments?
WAYLON: Eh,
that bitch won't let me see my own kid.
That's outrageous.
- Yeah. Tell me about it.
- (VEHICLE APPROACHING)
BOSCH: Listen. Come with us,
we can sort this out.
Probably take a couple hours.
Otherwise, you're headed down
the black hole
of federal government.
Say I don't go anywhere?
Well, what the fuck?
You know how that goes.
TRAVIS:
What's going on, gentlemen?
Fucking warrant for not
sending Amber her blood money.
- You related?
- Brothers.
You have some I.D.?
I'm a freeman of the land,
not some number on a card.
BOSCH: Oh, I hear you,
but if you're family,
maybe you could
help us out, yeah?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Travis?
- Be cool.
Be cool. All right?
We can handle this.
We need to take your brother to
Hollywood, make the Feds happy,
ask him a couple questions, then
I promise we'll kick him loose.
EDGAR: Follow us out there,
bring him back after.
All right.
Problem, Detectives?
- BOSCH: No, there isn't.
- WAYLON: Yeah.
Fuck this. Here's what I think
of your federal paper.
- EDGEWOOD: Hey.
- Hook him up.
- Cliff...
- Hey, hey. Hey!
TRAVIS: Hey, hey, hey. Easy now.
You need a search warrant
to be on my property.
I thought we agreed
you'd hang back.
Played your part perfect, Bosch.
We got him
- right where we want him.
- Too fast, too fucking hard.
- Let me just...
- Gun!
TRAVIS: Waylon, run!
9-Adam-65. Officer needs help.
Shots fired. Officer down.
- 9-65-0-security...
- (OFFICER GROANING)
DISPATCHER: All units stand by.
9-Adam-31 in Van Nuys unit.
Officer needs help. Shots fired.
Officer down. 9-65-0...
LAPD. Anyone here?
Clear.
Clear.
- Clear!
- Clear!
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
Detective Bosch.
Yeah?
BOSCH: Maxwell,
IED in the attic.
Edge, bomb squad, gun unit,
evacuate the neighborhood,
- hundred-yard perimeter.
- Roger that.
Let's move him to a safe spot.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
No sign of the cesium.
IED in the attic was something
they pulled straight
from the Internet.
- Trace radiation?
- Nope.
And nothing to suggest they were
building a dirty bomb here.
Then why the hell
did he go postal?
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Clear this middle area.
Clear this middle area, please.
Guys, please move.
(SIREN WAILING)
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, uh, can you, can you
tell me what's going on?
- I want to get to my house.
- Ma'am, please move your car to the curb.
No, I live right there.
And my husband is home, but
he's not answering his phone.
Move your car,
I'll bring my supervisor over
- to talk with you.
- Where's my husband?
You know, I have a right to know
- what you're doing.
- (CAMERA CLICKS)
I will bring my supervisor over
to talk with you.
Please move your car.
Ma'am.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
What?
Kent was killed
with a small-caliber weapon.
The one he owned is missing.
Director tore me a new one.
Why the hell
didn't you bring more backup?
We just came to do an interview.
Dead source, no cesium.
- Anything from the brother?
- Claims innocence.
Bosch sent him to Van Nuys,
wanted first crack,
but Cliff interceded.
Waylon's headed downtown.
The officer who was hit?
Still no word.
- HEATHER: Travis!
- EDGEWOOD: Ma'am, hold on. Ma'am, ma'am.
- I-I said you can't go there.
- I want to see my husband!
- Ma'am, stop! - BRENNER: Oh, Jesus.
- I want to see my husband!
- The wife.
- Travis! Baby!
- HEATHER: Travis? Travis?
- REECE: Ma'am. Ma'am.
- Ma'am, ma'am.
- Travis. No...
- Ma'am, ma'am.
- Get off me!
And don't tell me to calm down!
Look, that's
my private property.
REECE: I understand, ma'am.
What have you done
with my husband?
(CRYING)
We're going viral.
Like it or not.
ANCHOR: Police officers
went down to the property
initially to serve a warrant.
A subsequent search allegedly
found evidence of explosives
and we are still trying
to confirm early reports
that one of the shooters
was killed at the scene.
Not surprisingly...
Hi, honey.
Hi, Coltrane.
(LINE RINGING)
(PHONE VIBRATING)
- Hey, honey. You get my texts?
- MADDIE: Yeah. Thanks.
I would have been worried.
KNX said
officer-involved shooting.
Hollywood copper got hit.
- Is he okay?
- Ray Powers.
He's still in surgery,
touch and go.
We were just there
to serve a warrant.
I'm sorry.
You coming home?
Probably not. What's up?
That new case I told you
I was working on?
Yeah, what about it?
Dante Crow, wrongful conviction.
He's filing for restitution.
That's pocket change
for Money Chandler.
Anyway, this key witness is a
career criminal, Hadrian Paul.
He got convicted
for an unrelated crime
a couple months
after giving his testimony.
Frequent offender. It happens.
The sentence he received
seemed really, really low, Dad.
Might've cut a deal
with the D.A.
A deal that
I can't find mentioned
in the Crow transcripts?
- Yeah, that's odd.
- Right?
Tell Chandler.
What if it's nothing?
I'm just the intern.
Let her make that decision.
Okay.
- Yeah, Mads, I got to run.
- Dad.
Yeah?
A couple people at my work
were talking
about a terrorist threat.
Is that what you can't tell me?
You're my first call
if things go off the rails.
What to do, where to go, okay?
That's not comforting.
Full story later, yeah?
Please.
Love you.
Shop's not contaminated.
If the cesium's here,
at least it's still
in the travel pig.
This Alicia Kent's car?
Plates match.
We're sending it to the lab,
but these guys have been
meticulous so far.
Except when they aren't.
- What does that mean?
- Why even bring her car here?
Short term? Get it off
the street, dump it later.
If they're even concerned
about a later.
Looks like the Strouts were
getting ready to rock and roll.
BOSCH:
Or Waylon's been collecting
pipe scraps and pressure cookers
are on sale at Costco.
It's a small, tight cell
of fanatics.
The cesium's somewhere
in their orbit.
Never assume, is all I'm saying.
L.A. County's almost
5,000 square miles.
Sensor airships,
vans on the streets.
We've got the resources,
we'll find it.
What if all this is is noise?
Buying them extra time?
Then we're fucked.
MAXWELL: Okay.
Guns in the attic.
(CHUCKLES) Every one legal.
Go ahead, check.
Was it Travis rigged that IED?
For the record, I'd like to
state that I am Waylon Strout,
flesh and blood,
not a fictitious person.
- Okay, that's not really necessary, but...
- Furthermore,
I am expatriated
from the United States
of Banks and Slavers,
and therefore, not subject
to federal law or jurisdiction.
Still...
here we are.
Two nights ago.
Brother and I hung out
at my shop till about midnight,
then he went home.
You know...
I can tell you weren't
part of this, Waylon.
I'm good at reading people.
(LAUGHS)
That mean I'm free to go?
You tell me where your brother
stashed the cesium,
see what I can do.
- He's rushing it, huh?
- The what?
That velocity,
hard to slow down.
I give him five more questions
before Waylon lawyers up.
- I'll take the under.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Cesium.
What Stanley Kent traded
to free his wife.
You're making this up.
MAXWELL: Look, if even one of
those radioactive rods gets breached,
it'll kill everyone
that comes into contact with it.
Your friends,
your people.
Is that what you want?
Deep state did a false flag
to assassinate my brother.
What I want is a lawyer.
Magic words.
- Fuck.
- Come on, Waylon.
Come on, don't do this.
Bosch.
I could use your help.
- I was out with friends.
- REECE: What time did you get home?
I don't know, 2:00?
- Your husband...
- Travis was with me, all night.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
BOSCH: Stanley Kent.
We believe Travis
- had an interaction with him.
- An interaction?
So what are you accusing
my husband of?
Never mentioned the name?
What have you done
with his body?
The morgue.
There'll be an autopsy
before he's released.
So is this man the reason
why you killed him?
We went out to your house
to ask for help
with a crime involving
Stanley Kent.
- Travis opened fire, unprovoked.
- Yeah,
'cause my husband saw
trespassing government agents
and his brother on the lawn
in handcuffs.
Maps in the back room,
those pushpins.
They're props
for one of his online talks.
Those are federal buildings.
Is it a crime to let people know
where the tax man lives?
- Targets?
- We are up against one of
the most corrupt conspiracies
this world has ever known,
and you're part of it.
Waylon... says Travis
was with him two nights ago,
so either one of you is lying,
or both of you are.
How did your husband know who
to shake down for the cesium?
I don't know what that is.
REECE: Radioactive material.
It's used to treat
certain cancers.
(CRYING):
You people are unbelievable.
We're just trying
to get to the truth.
No, we're the true ones!
Ah...
The bankers
have eaten your souls.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
- Edgar.
- CONNIFF: Jerry. Brad Conniff.
Brad Conniff, what's up?
CONNIFF: So you and
Bosch catch that overlook 187?
- Yeah.
- We heard Feds muscled you out.
- Homicide's still ours.
- Hmm.
Yeah. Well,
reason why we called.
You know Dwight Wise
pretty well, yeah?
I do. Why?
Well, we were going through
the security cams we collected,
checking the movements
of Marcos and Arias. Guess what?
(STAMMERS)
Uh, I'm too tired to guess.
Dwight Wise was tailing them.
On and off,
going back as far as we looked.
He a suspect?
You want me to talk to him?
Well, personal connection,
might be more productive.
I'll do it today.
We hoped you'd say that.
You been sleeping
in your Hugo Boss, Jerry?
(CHUCKLES)
Surgery was successful.
He's stable, family is with him.
- Good. I'll drop in after EOW.
- Mm.
- And yesterday's shooting?
- Feds drove that bus.
Way too fast,
according to Bosch.
(SIGHS)
Still, falls on all of us.
Never good to have
a blue suit down.
I agree.
I hear the chief came by
the other day.
- He did, yes.
- Huh.
Asked that Bosch
report to him directly
- on the overlook.
- Hmm. Came to you, not to me?
- He asked for you.
- Did he?
Yeah, you were out.
I was.
Latest polling.
Three police officers
shot in the line of duty
and my numbers go up.
(SIGHS)
I need to put my campaign
on hold.
Okay. For a day?
For a week?
(SIGHS) I'll let you know.
Scott Anderson says he saw Feds
working a homicide
in the Hollywood Hills.
Anderson called you?
He seems to think it connects
to yesterday's shoot-out.
- What did you tell him?
- The truth:
I don't know. Should I?
We're chasing a credible threat
to the city.
How credible?
Active. Domestic terrorism.
Shit.
We've managed to keep this
relatively quiet so far.
I'm counting on your discretion.
Anderson won't sit
on what he has.
No, he won't.
(SIGHS)
But Laura Cooke just got bumped
to city editor.
And there's something else
I need to get in front of.
All right, that's all for now.
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
ATF e-mailed the trace report
on the recovered .22.
Bullet that killed Kent
came from his own gun.
- I'll forward you a copy.
- Any luck with the wife's car?
No foreign prints,
just Alicia and Stanley.
- Waiting on DNA.
- We're thin on Waylon.
Coincidence plus coincidence
is no longer a coincidence.
- How's your officer?
- Out of danger.
Thank God.
That could've gone a lot worse.
- Maxwell pushed too far.
- You know why.
I guess, but if we'd brought
Travis Strout in alive,
he'd be telling you
where he put the cesium.
Cliff's still working
the brother.
Waylon's lawyered up.
National security,
different set of rules.
How long will it take you
to close your murder?
Didn't know
there was a rush on it.
This shooting is a PR nightmare.
I can't afford
anything left hanging.
- Make sure it all adds up.
- Even if it doesn't.
What?
Hey, I heard you saw Powers.
Just to say hey.
Uh, his leg is fucked.
Nerve damage.
Poor kid. Long haul ahead.
How'd your prelim go?
Crushed it. Wits hit every note.
Held over for trial
on all charges filed.
And a couple that weren't.
Excellent.
RHD still giving you attitude?
(CHUCKLES)
No. They are very generous now.
Mm. Should be.
You caught a serial killer.
Solved their body parts case.
Girl's making you
a rock star, Rondell.
Teacher's pet.
What?
Billets.
(QUIETLY): You're The One.
(BARREL CLEARS THROAT)
Everything points
to the Strouts.
Why does it feel so shaky?
I don't know. Guns. Tattoos.
Car in the shop.
Even the C.I.'s hot tip.
Work our homicide
like a homicide.
See where it really goes.
- Miller?
- Hmm?
Can I ask you a question
about the Crow case?
Absolutely.
Okay. I think this key witness
had a plea deal
the D.A. didn't disclose.
You think.
I'm not a lawyer.
No, you're not.
Write it up... if I have time,
I'll look into it.
Uh, rest of the summaries done?
Almost.
Eye on the ball,
Maddie Bosch. Yes?
Over the next decade,
the national debt
will lead to...
EDGAR: That's helpful. Thanks.
Yeah.
- Harry.
- Yeah?
GPS history
on Travis Strout's mobile
shows him
nowhere near the overlook
night of the murder.
Phone was home all night.
Yeah.
Waylon?
Shop. Then Glendale.
Booty call.
(CLICKS)
Wife's movement lines up
with what she told us.
Bar and home.
Heather and Waylon both say
Travis was with them.
Why lie, if that was the plan?
(TRAVIS CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
ON VIDEO)
Something I've got to do.
Can you run solo for a bit?
Go.
Reece, it's Bosch.
I have a question
for Waylon Strout.
EDGAR: You promised you'd stay clear.
11 months, Jerry.
One of your sons,
what would you have done?
- Told you we were close.
- Were you?
I saw your I.A. sting.
Marcos and Arias
were wise to it.
They were wise to you.
Well, what else did you see?
Nothing useful.
I didn't see them get killed.
Night of, where were you?
Choir rehearsal.
You sing?
I don't.
I turn pages for the organist.
Your wife.
About 30 other witnesses,
if you need to ask.
I don't.
I'm sorry.
I took some pictures
on my travels.
What we already mostly know.
Street work.
Informants.
Nothing out of line.
Looked to be on the job.
Kept circling back
to your man here, though.
EDGAR: Jacques Avril.
Clubhouse.
That was my thought, yeah.
(DANCE MUSIC PULSING IN CLUB)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
How'd you get his lawyer
to agree with this?
I told him you think
his client's innocent.
He's not coming. Sorry.
Give me a minute.
Maxwell. Did you get my message
about the cell phone tracking?
I did. Waylon's been transferred
from our custody.
COINTEL has him.
Not even telling us where.
Tunnel vision.
You've all got the blinders on.
The facts fit.
There's no trace of radiation...
House, clothes, vehicles.
A half-assed collection of pipes
and timers. No explosives.
They only have to be right once.
- (SCOFFS)
- Don't be an asshole, Cliff.
I'm not. I'm tired.
You have your killers, Bosch.
- Type it up, hand it in.
- If the Strouts did do this,
why weren't they prepared
for us coming after them?
Why didn't they have
their alibis locked down?
I don't know.
Maybe your C.I. does.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Fuck.
Let's ask him.
(DANCE MUSIC PULSING IN CLUB)
(SIGHS)
Detective Edgar.
I spoke to my cousin about
the death of my uncle Antoine.
And?
It was your father they called
the Butcher of Petionville.
Not you.
Not me. No.
He said the Butcher fled
to Panama
long before my uncle
was murdered.
Your father
couldn't have done it.
We can talk inside if you like.
We can talk right here.
(PATS SEAT)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Do you still have family
in Haiti?
Not since the earthquake.
I lost everything.
A heartbreaking tragedy.
Detectives Marcos and Arias
were killed two nights ago.
I saw this on the news.
Shocking.
They said you were a valuable
source of information.
I try to be a good citizen.
Like you were in Port-au-Prince?
Yeah. I was police, like you.
And a CIA asset.
Whatever I could do
to help my country
in a troubled time.
But now you're here.
Hard work.
A little luck. (CHUCKLES)
I'm finding my way.
In my city.
Where, should your hands
get bloody again,
your State Department friends
won't help you.
(AVRIL SIGHS)
I'm just a businessman.
Do you have any idea
who would have wanted
Marcos and Arias dead?
The world is filled
with angry, vengeful men.
Yeah.
I'm one of them.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(LINE RINGING)
Not answering.
Call again.
(LINE RINGING)
Nothing.
You sure he's in there?
We have an ankle monitor on him
for the wire fraud
in case he had
a change of heart.
Craver?
We pay the rent.
MAXWELL: Do it.
REECE: Clear.
EDGAR: It's Craver.
6-William-22.
Requesting two units
and a supervisor, code 2.
- Been here a while.
- EDGAR: Kenmore Ave. And Clinton Street.
Shit.