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Not-- No.
Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller.
Is this it?
It's got to be Wilson. But what the hell's the N R C gotta do with all this!
Goddammit!
- Yes, yes, of course. - It was a gas leak, alright.
You tell me who's missing, Bosch.
What the hell do you think you're doing? We've already started the gas.
Well I know what C.H.U.D. stands for. Cannibalistic, my ass!
Alright, men. Fan out and form a solid line across the tunnel.
But I'm sending a team armed with flame throwers right down there with them.
- Sanderson? - Yes, sir.
A Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller.
I think it is. Look both ways.
- Where do you think they'd be? - Well,
Yeah, what'd you turn up on the others?
I'd like to laugh too.
This thing detects accumulated radiation, they wear these things in nuclear power plants.
Wrong number left a message?
What, are you kidding? She says some monster came out of the sewer and ate her grandfather.
I'm thinking about everything, you know, that I never thought about doing,
It's really rare to find someone who prefers fame.
It's a scary world up there.
This is a picture, of a man that saw a monster.
I don't know why you two couldn't just live in a big cardboard box like everybody else.
You look terrible. What the hell happened to you?
It's dead.
George, you wanna blow this job for me?
They must have been dumping this stuff down here for years, right underneath the city!
Didn't somebody get a court order restraining you from doing it?
Are you kidding? I accused the goddamn Commissioner of a cover-up.
- Come on. - Thank God they deliver!
- So I can help! - We don't want your help.
- Look, I can't keep a lid on this any longer. - You've got to.
I bet you heard it before too.
- Well, well, A.J. Shepherd. - Bosch! What are you doing here?
Jackson.
Dr. Bremner called this afternoon, it's official.
You got a date later on tonight? Give a smile, huh?
You guys wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit you!
It doesn't matter. You don't care about them. You're doing this for me.
Uh, Chief O'Brien, please. This is Captain Bosch.
The, uh--
Here you go.
George, this is Derek. I am having a nervous breakdown.
Why don't you ask the photographer?
Look, what is this all about? What the hell do you wanna do with me? An interview or something?
Well-- Very well put, very well put.
- But sir-- - Just get him.
- I can't tell him that. - You tell him.
Victor. That's his buddy, Hugo. They're undergrounders.
- I've gotta go check in. - Check in?
Goddammit.
Cooper, you son of a bitch! I'm in jail! I only get one phone call.
Alright.
God!
It's okay. It's alright.
- What about it? - You tell me.
Parker?
Pull men off other precincts, if you have to. Then cover the subways. At least four men per station.
Granted, that doesn't necessarily implicate you, sir.
- Really, you're going through here? - Yeah.
I don't need no bandages. I need a gun.
- gone. - Not necessarily.
Like, weird.
Well, if you need anything, I'm Francine. This is Justin.
If Victor wants a gun, I want a gun.
Would you come here a minute?
Radiation level's going up.
please, just pick up the phone and talk to me, okay?
I am upset because these people are using your body and draping it with the carcass of some helpless,
- I don't get it. - I don't get it?
Now I'm not prepared to, uh, concede the existence of any monster.
Now, what kind of scam you're running here?
- I'm sorry, I can't let you do that. - You what?