Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I don't know what you're talkin' about. - Sure, you do. I prefer fame myself.

- Look, Lieutenant-- - Captain.

- Parker, this is Bosch. You read me? - Loud and clear.

Hey, Captain, this is Sanderson.

And close the door.

- What's he talkin' about? - He's sick!

Hays, get on the stolen car ring.

Is that all we got from Lafayette Street?

The cops are going nuts trying to figure out why a bag lady wants a hand gun.

This ain't no disco.

So, this year it's been going on for four weeks. It's still going on.

- What about the Kirby case? - This is more important.

A bag lady tried to steal a gun.

Whose idea was this anyway? What genius came up with this concept to sell this perfume today?

but I got undergrounders here, people who live underground.

The guy on the phone got very nervous.

And that's the only thing that's--

Quite often, there's a, uh, surge when you turn those things on,

I don't know. I'm sitting here, trying to think,

George and Lauren aren't in right now, but if you want to, leave a message when you hear the beep.

Hey, Bosch, can't get enough, huh?

Hey, all right! Come on.

Some of them are street people. They're probably out on the street somewhere,

I can't be held responsible for everything that washes up in the sewer.

Justin, dinner!

Nonsense, Bosch. Look,

But they sure were insistent on knowing who I was, who I talked to, where I'd been.

- Well, let's have it. - You realize this is just preliminary.

The little girl said that she saw a monster!

I used to be a nuclear physicist.

Tuesday. Hey, boss.

- I'm Lauren. Hi. - You're a photographer, too?

- Yeah? - Glad to hear that.

Roger. Hang on.

What'd you say?

I don't believe it. You're not going to tell me if you want me to have a kid?

- Sky. - Sky, yeah. Get out.

You gotta be fuckin' kiddin'.

Wait, wait. You brought up all your camera stuff,

- It can wait. - No, it can't wait. It's about Wilson.

It's gonna shut, Val.

- Yeah, Bosch. - Where are you?

- Same here. - Comin' up.

- There's a cover-up going on. - Cover-up.

Now, do you wanna talk about this? Or should I go discuss this with the newspapers?

Yeah, as a matter of fact.

Are you crazy? Nothing could possibly survive in--

I run the soup kitchen.

Holy shit, man! Holy shit! This is-- Look at this!

just between you and me, they're not going down.

Well, where's this radioactivity coming from?

Uh, but uh, we got on the subway downtown, but, we're lost, Art. We're--

Now give me that. Where do you think you are, high school? That's a classified government file.

Gone. Prints of Victor's leg are gone.

I just want to know if you know any of these people.

Reverend? This is Bosch. Do you read me?

I want my photographs back. I think we ought to have a little talk.