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Hi, you've reached the new residence of ah, George Cooper and Lauren Daniels.
We will spare you the agony of a cute, little message, however, if you'd like to leave one, wait for the beep.
- George, this is Derek. - Hi, Derek.
Look, George, I know you're there. You're just not answering the phone.
Smart, Derek.
George, this is really important so I'm asking you as a personal favor,
please, just pick up the phone and talk to me, okay?
Okay, Derek.
- All right, George, listen. - All right, Derek.
Our deadline on the follow-up article is Friday, that's tomorrow.
I can't write a word, until you give me the pictures.
Have you found the bag lady yet? Have you found her brother?
George, I can't afford to miss this deadline. It's not just the money, it's my credibility.
I mean, these guys are not holding their breath, waiting for a story about a bunch of subterranean bums.
Just give me any pictures. I don't care what they are. What do you say?
All right, Derek, you made your point.
- Hey, George? - Yeah?
- Who was that? - Uh, that was a wrong number.
Wrong number left a message?
- You'd better start getting ready. - Ready for what?
- For what, we have a photo session. - What photo session?
Wait a minute. You are talking about a photo session that I have today?
This is today we're talking about, with the client, Tony and everybody there?
- What are you doing? - I have a pimple.
Why are you putting makeup on your ass?
'Cause it's where the pimple is.
And what are we shooting, a centerfold?
It's a perfume ad, remember?
And what are you wearing in this perfume ad?
- Perfume. - Whoa! That's it?
- That's all you're wearing? - Yeah.
Great.
I don't ever remember agreeing to this. You know what I'm saying?
This is some more of that plastic fashion crap that I told you I didn't want to do anymore?
Was I drunk?
Were we making love?
Come on, let's forget about this and stay here.
You know, make stuff up.
It's at 10:00, Alderson Studios, we're booked, you're shooting.
Come on, don't make me do this, I've been up all night.
Do you know which box my jewelry case is in?
It's still down in the basement.
Wait, wait. You brought up all your camera stuff,
and left my things in the basement? My, my jewelry?
You know, don't you think you better get it?
Hello?
Oh.
Hi, Derek, it's good to hear your voice.
- Hi! - Hi.
Hi, are you the people who are subletting Morton's studio?
- Yeah. - Uh, to live in?
Yeah, we're improvising.
Well, if you need anything, I'm Francine. This is Justin.
- I'm Lauren. Hi. - You're a photographer, too?
I'm the model. George is the photographer.
I gotta go. I roped him into doing a fashion shoot.
- Good luck. - Thanks!
Shit.
No, I can't use the adds from the old--
That's not the point, Derek! The point is I don't want to.
I want new photographs for a new article.
And I can't find the people that I got to take pictures of. They're--
I don't know where they are!
I don't know, Derek. What do bums do on their day off?
That's funny. Did you make that up?
Not-- No.
Not today either. I can't help you today.
I cannot do anything today! Why?
Because today I'm gonna shoot Lauren.
Okay? Goodbye!
Tuesday. Hey, boss.
This one's got your name on it.
Hays, get on the stolen car ring.
- What about the Kirby case? - This is more important.
Than a potential homicide?
Kirby isn't a homicide, he's a missing person.
I can't tie up the whole force just because some guy decided to, walk out on his wife.
This is the fourth time the guy's walked out on his wife in the last two weeks.
Yeah, what'd you turn up on the others?
- Nothing, but-- - Right, nothing.
So they're filed under missing persons. Now, if they turn up great, fine. I'm delighted.
But I can't waste any more time on this.
- But, Captain, you're not thinkin'-- - Hays, look.
I don't wanna bore you with crime statistics, but, uh,
just between you and me, they're not going down.
Now, file Kirby under missing persons and get on with it.
Yes, sir.
Uh, Chief O'Brien, please. This is Captain Bosch.
All right, I'll take it.
- O'Brien. - Chief, this is Bosch.
- Look, I can't keep a lid on this any longer. - You've got to.
You don't understand, I can't.
- No. - Chief!
- You don't understand, It's not my decision. - I know that, but--
Well, if you know that, then you know there's nothing I can do about it.
You've got your orders, Bosch, now carry them out.
- Sanderson? - Yes, sir.
Sanderson, umm,
Run down the blotter, and give me everything we've got in the, vicinity of Lafayette Street.
Yes, sir.
Hey, Bosch! What's happening?
Nothing for you today, Murph.
Nothing, huh? You know, you cops will never learn.
I said nothing, Murphy.
That's a dead giveaway. Now, I know something's wrong.
See if you guys were smart, what you do is you, palm me off a little tidbit of information.
That way I'd never know the difference.
Okay. I'll let you in on it.
I'm about to interrogate a bag lady we just nabbed on a charge of petty theft.
Not bad. Not bad, Bosch.
All right. What we got here?
She tried to lift my gun. I nabbed her.
All by yourself?
This happened at Lafayette and Houston?
Yeah.
- What's her story? - Who knows? She won't talk.
- You let her make a phone call? - Who, her?
She's entitled to one call. Let her make it.
Terrific, wonderful, you look great. You look like a million bucks.
You got a date later on tonight? Give a smile, huh?
Hey, thank you. Come on.
Whoa, what style, what content!
Oh, what art! Oh, my God! I love this profession!
Tony, give me two more stops on that backlight.
Is this what it's gonna be all day? All tits and ass, ass and tits, sell some perfume. That what it's gonna be?
Whose idea was this anyway? What genius came up with this concept to sell this perfume today?
George, you wanna blow this job for me?
- What's the matter? Am I making you nervous? - Yeah, your making me nervous.
This is my first chance for national exposure.
Well-- Very well put, very well put.
Are you upset because I'm posing nude?
No, I'm not upset because your posing nude, Lauren. Posing nude comes with the territory.
I am upset because these people are using your body and draping it with the carcass of some helpless,
little field mouse to sell some worthless perfume which probably smells like sheep shit!
What are you shushing me for? They know it! They made it! They know what's in it and what it takes to sell it!
Stop it!
I'm sorry, okay? I forgot what all wondrous fun this was for me.
It's a goof, it's a joke.
It doesn't matter. You don't care about them. You're doing this for me.
We're gonna bamboozle these guys for big bucks and go home.
Okay?
Okay.
- Okay. - I'll be back.
George, this is Derek. I am having a nervous breakdown.
I've gone ahead and written the copy without you. When you give me the pictures, I'll fudge it to fit them.
Lauren Daniels, this is Dr. Bremner's office. Please call when you get a chance.
Cooper, you son of a bitch! I'm in jail! I only get one phone call.
Ya think I wanna talk to some goddamn fucking machine?
Is that all we got from Lafayette Street?
- It's all the arrests. - You got something else?
Well, I got this, uh, missing persons report.
What? Why didn't you tell me?
A.J. Shepherd.
Wonder if that's the guy I busted five years ago.
- It's not an official report. - Then what is it?
It's a little strange.
Here you go.
Okay.
There you go, sorry, I can't bring you more.
- Well, well, A.J. Shepherd. - Bosch! What are you doing here?
- You called my precinct. - What is this, some kind of bad joke?
Yeah.
So, what's this all about?
- Reverend? - Yeah?
Would you come here a minute?
- What is it, Doris? - Reverend, I have a present for you.
Oh, oh. Hey, look at that!
- So, you're a reverend now, huh? - Save it, Bosch.
Now, what kind of scam you're running here?
- Look, Lieutenant-- - Captain.
- Oh, you're a captain now? - You got it.
Well, look, Captain,
I didn't call up your precinct so they would send you down here
so I could hear your two-bit opinion of my life, all right?
Look, just get to the point, Shepherd. What's this about missing persons?
Oh, Jesus! Would you just chill out? Please?
- It's my family. - Family?
- You mean, your flock, congregation? - My regulars.
My people here. You wanna hear this or not?
Shoot.
I've been looking all over for these people. I can't find 'em.
- Where do you think they'd be? - Well,
Some of them are street people. They're probably out on the street somewhere,
but I got undergrounders here, people who live underground.
I know that people live underground. So what?
So that's the people that are missing.
Look, in my cellar I got a hole broken through the wall.
That hooks up with an old sewer system down there.
It's a regular labyrinth of tunnels and caves.
That's where these people live. Ten, twelve of my regulars.
They come up here for soup every day.
Those are the people that disappeared.
All of 'em?
Yeah, all of 'em, but it's just my underground people, you understand that?
Since when?
Since it's been, almost two weeks now.
You haven't seen any of them for two weeks?
No. One guy, Val.
Now, you watch your step, Bosch. Remember, you don't belong here.
Gog and Magog.
Yeah, well, umm--
Val, I understand you used to live underground.
What made you change your mind?
On each side of the throne there are four living creatures filled with eyes in front and behind!
Creatures?
Talking about your friends?
They still down there?
I know your work.
You go by the name of being alive!
And you are dead!
Now, listen, pal.
They have the power to shut the sky!
They have the power to shut the sky.
Where the hell did he get a knife like that?
All the undergrounders are looking for weapons now, man.
Guns and knives. I told you to be careful.
Don't be scared. Where are you goin', man?
- I've gotta go check in. - Check in?
Hey, Bosch! Who are you callin'?
No. How do I know you didn't take something.
How do I know you didn't give us anything?
You have any idea why she'd take my gun?
Not any good ones.
- Where you know her from anyway? - Just around the neighborhood.
Do you go to movies together? Is she your steady date?
- Get the hell out here. - Yes, of course.
You ready, honey?
- I got him. - Stay on him.
Pigs! Suck a duck!
Hey, Jackson, they finally let you off the desk, huh?
- Hi, Murph. - What's happened?
Nothing going on. Same old shit, Murphy.
Nothing, huh? Sounds interesting.
Listen, Murphy, I'm really busy.
Yeah, it's not surprising what with nothing going on, I mean.
You walked up behind a cop and took his gun?
- I tried. - What do you want with a gun?
It's not for me, it's for Victor.
- Have you got a gun? - No, I don't have a gun.
You have any bandages?
Yeah.
Forget it, Bosch. I lost him.
- Really, you're going through here? - Yeah.
I don't know why you two couldn't just live in a big cardboard box like everybody else.
Here, take this bag.
Are you leaving little breadcrumbs behind so we can find our way out of here?
- Come on. - We gotta go through here?
Come on!
I'm gonna get all dirty.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
- Hey, wait a minute! - Blood!
What the hell! Why is everybody so afraid?
- Come on. - What the hell is going on?
- Come on! - What--
You know, Mrs. M, there's a whole lot you're not telling me.
Yeah?
Yeah, I mean, let's just start at the beginning alright. Now why the hell does Victor need a gun?
He needs it. He says he needs it, he needs it.
- Yeah, great answer-- - Up here.
- We're gonna go up here? - Yup. Come on.
- You afraid of heights? - No.
- I'm not afraid of anything. - Come on!
- Whoa! - Hugo!
That's the man who took your picture.
You don't remember him?
Sure, you do.
Okay, come on.
Oh, my god, what the hell happened to him?
Did you get it?
- Did you get the gun? - No.
I got some bandages.
I don't need no bandages. I need a gun.
What do you want a gun for, Victor?
Shoot, shoot them.
- Shoot who? - Ugly fuckers.
What ugly fuckers?
Mean, ugly fucker that comes around here.
- What's he talkin' about? - He's sick!
Can't you see he's wounded?
All right, Vickie, do you remember me, George Cooper?
I don't know if you remember, but,
I think we outta get this cleaned up, maybe put a new bandage on it, maybe get you to a hospital.
- I don't need any hospital! - Hugo!
Don't you hurt him.
Don't hurt him.
He's gonna help us.
A bag lady tried to steal a gun.
The guy who bailed her out is George Cooper.
He shot an article on the people down there. I have a copy of it right here.
This article doesn't identify, any of the people in these pictures, I thought maybe you could.
Why don't you ask the photographer?
Frankly, I can't decide whether to talk to him or tail him.
It's a buck dancer's choice, my friend.
- I don't get it. - I don't get it?
I don't get, I don't get you, brother.
You run in and out of here like the fucking Mad Hatter. You don't even know what you're looking for, Bosch!
You make me nervous.
I just want to know if you know any of these people.
Why do you want to know them? What's the motivation here, Captain?
Puttin' in so much of your time to help me track down a few undergrounders?
- Come on! - Alright, alright, there are other people missing as well.
Ah ha, Who? Important people?
Your call wasn't the only one we got, we've had,
several missing persons reports from this neighborhood in the last two weeks.
- Still doesn't wash, Bosch. - Look, am I wasting my time!?
Hey, I put in a call, a missing persons complaint. I get a police captain coming down here twice, in one day.
Fishy, fishy.
Is everybody getting scared?
You tell me who's missing, Bosch.
We lose the mayor down there? Or the president?
- Or your mom disappear? - My wife.
Alright?
Alright.
Why didn't you tell me this?
Look, I'm really sorry.
When did it happen?
Late last night.
She must've gone out to walk the dog.
Hey, do you live around here?
Couple of blocks over.
Look Bosch, you gotta be straight with me.
This lady's name is Mrs. Monroe.
She doesn't live down here, her brother lives down here. Hey wait, this is him, that's him.
Victor. That's his buddy, Hugo. They're undergrounders.
God!
George Cooper. I don't know him, but I've seen him around.
Okay?
Does that help you any?
Maybe.
Alright.
Your turn.
You tell me somethin'.
What?
About the EPA probe.
- What about it? - You tell me.
It's a routine inspection of the subways and sewers. It happens every year. How do you know about it?
I always know when that probe's going on. My customers start gettin' jumpy.
Those clowns, they go down there in their space suits. They scare everybody out of there.
It's usually over in a week, right?
So?
So, this year it's been going on for four weeks. It's still going on.
Didn't you know that?
Come on.
The week after everybody disappeared, I called up the E P A. I asked 'em what was going on.
What'd they say?
They said nothing's going on.
They said the probe was over for three weeks, that no one had been down there since.
Why would they lie about it?
God, you don't have a clue, do you, Sherlock?
This ain't no disco.
There's all sorts of shit down there.
Hey, let me show you some of the stuff I found.
Check this out.
Huh? You like?
Okay. Look at this.
N - R - C. You know what this is?
This thing detects accumulated radiation, they wear these things in nuclear power plants.
How do you know that?
I used to be a nuclear physicist.
I saw it on TV.
Alright. Let's go.
So, anyway, this stuff made me very curious.
I called up the Nuclear Regulatory Commission.
Tell them that I wanted to return some of their stolen property that I'd found.
The guy on the phone got very nervous.
Started you know.
Pass me on to people. Pass me on to two other droids. Nobody wanted to come up with any explanations to me.
But they sure were insistent on knowing who I was, who I talked to, where I'd been.
- Yeah, I get the point. - Yeah, good.
Here, hold this.
- You're going down there? - Yup.
- What the hell's this food about? - Oh, I left that for the shy ones.
It's a scary world up there.
Looks like they lost their appetite.
Smells great down here.
Hey. Whoa.
- What is it? - Looks like a Geiger counter.
I told you there was something going on.
Well, let's see.
What the hell was that?
- Hi. - Can we talk now?
- I uh-- - George, sit down.
I gotta develop some photographs and get them over to Derek's. I gotta.
I'm pregnant.
Oh, on second thought, maybe Derek can wait a while.
Dr. Bremner called this afternoon, it's official.
I'm pregnant.
- You're gonna have a baby? - Hm.
That is one of the side effects of being pregnant.
There are alternatives.
Dr. Bremner wanted to know if I was interested in, umm,
The alternative.
What'd you say?
I told him I'd let him know.
Are you interested in an alternative?
I don't know. I'm sitting here, trying to think,
if it's fair to bring a child into the world who's gonna have a zombie father that won't talk to anybody.
Me?
Yeah.
Lauren, do you, do you wanna have a kid?
I don't know!
I'm thinking about everything, you know, that I never thought about doing,
- gone. - Not necessarily.
Do you want me to have a kid?
I'll support whatever decision you make. But I think that it's gotta be your decision.
I don't believe it. You're not going to tell me if you want me to have a kid?
Look, it's not fair! It's your body, it's your career, all that stuff.
And-- Our baby.
If I said that I wanted to have it, would you want to have it?
- Yeah. - Alright.
We're having a kid.
George and Lauren aren't in right now, but if you want to, leave a message when you hear the beep.
Beep.
Look, George, I'm trying to maintain my sense of humor.
But you said you'd be here two hours ago. Was that a joke? Please tell me.
I'd like to laugh too.
Crosby and Spring.
I think it is. Look both ways.
Before any cars come, nothing's coming, remember that?
Honey, I want to go into this phone booth and, We'll have to wake Uncle Art.
And find out where we're going. Come on in, dear.
And close the door.
Just wait a minute, hon. Stay there.
6-7--
3--
Art. Art, I'm sorry to wake you, I'm sorry to wake you.
Yeah, yeah, we're here. We're here.
Uh, but uh, we got on the subway downtown, but, we're lost, Art. We're--
What's going on?
We have a kid who's hysterical. She's makin' up a story.
What makes you think it's a story?
What, are you kidding? She says some monster came out of the sewer and ate her grandfather.
Sanderson, get me Chief O'Brien.
- But sir-- - Just get him.
Jackson.
Post men on all the street corners within a 10 block radius of Lafayette and Spring. At least two men per corner.
- All of them? - All of them.
Pull men off other precincts, if you have to. Then cover the subways. At least four men per station.
And put out an A P B on Flora Bosch.
- Your wife? - Sir, I've got O'Brien.
O'Brien, you call the Commissioner's office and tell him we're coming there at 12 o'clock sharp.
Oh, and uh,
Tell him to have someone from the Nuclear Regulatory Commission with him.
Are you crazy, Bosch?
- I can't tell him that. - You tell him.
And tell him if he's not there, he can pick up the afternoon papers
and read all about his involvement in the N R C cover-up.
Hey, Bosch, can't get enough, huh?
You got it, Rev. Come on, grab your evidence. You're coming with me.
- Where are you going? - We got a date downtown.
What do we need this guy for, anyway?
Are you kidding? I accused the goddamn Commissioner of a cover-up.
You got me.
Yeah, I got you.
And a six year old kid who thinks she saw a monster.
If this guy doesn't have somethin' solid, I'm through.
- Hey, Cooper. Open up! - He's not there.
What do you wanna do?
Well, we gotta get in there, somehow.
Hey, that's breaking and entering.
You're, under arrest, Shepherd.
Hey, this is your friend from the magazine, isn't it?
That's Victor, yeah.
- What the-- What's this? - It's his leg.
Oh, my god!
Holy shit.
Gentlemen, may I present Mr. Wilson of the Nuclear Regulatory Commission,
Chief O'Brien, Captain Bosch, and uh--
A.J.
And Mr. A.J.
Alright, Captain.
I guess, this is your meeting.
It had better be good.
As you all know,
I've recently been ordered to ignore what amounts to, uh--
An alarming number of disappearances in my precinct.
We're all here right now because, I can't do that anymore.
For one thing, I have reason to believe, that a number of these people have been murdered.
And I, and I believe that these murders,
are somehow connected to the probe that's going on underneath the streets of this city at this very moment.
Nonsense, Bosch. Look,
we're as concerned about those disappearances as you are. But there's no evidence of murder.
And as to any connection with the underground, preposterous.
It's hot down there, Commissioner.
Don't tell me the N R C doesn't know about that.
Mr. Wilson.
Is this why I was invited to this meeting?
Who is this man?
I went to this man's soup kitchen last night.
Soup kitchen!
Because he reported 12 people missing.
And he took me down where these people used to live, underground.
And that's where we found this Geiger counter.
Granted, that doesn't necessarily implicate you, sir.
But let me tell you what happened.
We turned it on, it was still working, and it began to surge.
We were standing still.
But this thing went as high as it could go.
It lit up like a god damn Christmas tree!
Then it eased right back down to normal,
like something hot was moving down there.
Nonsense, Bosch.
Quite often, there's a, uh, surge when you turn those things on,
it's a typical equipment malfunction. It doesn't mean a thing.
What about all the stuff we found down there?
I can't be held responsible for everything that washes up in the sewer.
Anything else?
Yeah, as a matter of fact.
A young girl saw something.
She said it was a monster, dragged her grandfather down into the sewers.
Do you have anything else?
That's what I thought.
Forget this!
Wasting my time here.
You guys wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit you!
I'll take my pictures somewhere else.
Pictures?
Yeah. I took a camera down there, I took some pictures.
But you guys wouldn't be interested.
Well, you want to see 'em?
Do you?
Well, I'll, I'll show you one.
This is a picture, of a man that saw a monster.
Here's a picture of a bite, taken out of his leg.
That look like anything you've ever seen before?
Here's a close-up of it.
Maybe you have some glib explanation for that!
Now, do you wanna talk about this? Or should I go discuss this with the newspapers?
I was just thinking.
Uh-oh. What were you just thinking?
Well if we're gonna have a kid, where are we gonna live?
I thought that was settled. We sell your father's house, we get a place of our own.
Yeah but I was thinking why, sell one place to live in, just to get another?
- Wow. - It's a nice house.
Be a nice place for a kid, growing up.
Yeah, but it's in the suburbs.
- Oh, no. - Safe.
I hate to think of our kids growing up here. It's scary.
My work is here.
Millbrook's a nice town.
Lots of quaint, old aldermen and ancient farmers.
I don't want to talk about it now, I'm in too good a mood. I might agree to anything.
- Yeah? - Glad to hear that.
I think it's time you and I had a little talk, Mr. Cooper.
Who are you?
That's the problem. I know who you are.
George Cooper, prominent fashion photographer. Nobody knows me.
What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?
Murphy. Freelance reporter.
You know you were wearing a tail yesterday?
- What? - That's right.
From the police department, no less.
You must be a pretty important fella, fella.
This should go no further than this room.
About three weeks ago, the Environmental Protection Agency encountered,
slightly elevated radiation levels in the Lafayette Street area.
Well, where's this radioactivity coming from?
Do you remember that story that leaked out about us wanting to, uh,
transport radioactive materials through Manhattan?
Sure. There was a big stink about it in the press.
Didn't somebody get a court order restraining you from doing it?
That's right, the case is still under appeal.
In the meantime, we can't move the stuff.
You see, it's already here.
The order is preventing us from, uh, moving it out.
George Cooper, suddenly just chucks it all, and drops out of sight.
Resurfaces six months later with a,
an award winning pictorial essay on derelicts who hang out in the sewers.
So?
Look, everybody wants to be rich and famous. But given the choice, most people prefer to be rich.
It's really rare to find someone who prefers fame.
- I don't know what you're talkin' about. - Sure, you do. I prefer fame myself.
- Just hasn't come my way, yet. - That is not why I did it.
- Oh, of course not. - He wasn't out to win any awards.
Just wanted to do something relevant.
- Oh! Relevant! - Yeah.
Oh. That's a bad word. It went off the okay word list years ago.
Look, what is this all about? What the hell do you wanna do with me? An interview or something?
- No. I want a story. - A story about what?
- About the sewer people. - Oh, I see.
I did a story about some people who happen to live in the sewer.
I'm not a reporter, I don't wanna have anything to do with the press.
- Goodbye. - Forget the press!
What about the people down in the sewer?
- Come on, now. - You figure it out.
You may not know, but there's N R C men crawling all over this goddamn city.
Something's going wrong, and it's so bad, nobody wants to talk about it.
The cops are going nuts trying to figure out why a bag lady wants a hand gun.
They even start following you.
How does this tie in with the people that are missing?
- Well, now-- - I'm not talkin' to you. I'm talkin' to him.
- Now there's no cause to be insolent, here. - Eat it!
What about the disappearances?
I'm aware of some alleged disappearances.
The little girl said that she saw a monster!
- Was she right? - I don't know.
I think she was.
Now I'm not prepared to, uh, concede the existence of any monster.
The fact that these people are disappearing at the same time that your guys go down.
You're telling me that that is just some sort of bizarre coincidence?
We don't have to listen to the lunatic ravings of this paranoid hippie.
I just wanna know what is goin' on here!
Why? So you can get your name in the papers?
- So I can help! - We don't want your help.
Why not? I don't believe this, I just-- I don't believe you!
What are you trying to hide?
You saw it.
You saw the monster.
Is that what you're going to tell the papers? What, that you're afraid of monsters?
That's just what I'm gonna to tell 'em, if you don't fill me in!
Go ahead, go scream your fool head off.
This has been really fun, boys.
You, at least you, you kept your mouth shut.
You're a fool.
And you, sir, are a liar!
- I'll see you all on the front page! - You've got no evidence.
You're blind, buddy!
Have a nice day.
Long hair, carrying a paper bag, he just left. Follow him. High priority.
You're an idiot, Bosch, you know that? You've really done it now.
- C.H.U.D.? - What?
- C-H-U-D. - Here, let me see.
Now give me that. Where do you think you are, high school? That's a classified government file.
What does it stand for?
That's not important.
I'm through playing games. Either you tell me what C.H.U.D. stands for, or I'm going to the newspapers.
- Well, I have to get clearance. - You got a call on four.
Wilson here.
What? Really?
Okay, you know what to do.
Two gas company guys just found it.
A Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller.
A C.H.U.D. Alright?
It's dead.
- Mr. Wilson. - Doctor.
Good to see you. You'll have to put on one of these suits before we go in.
Gentlemen.
There's every indication this once was human. It's dressed in the rags of a Bowery bum.
- Well, let's have it. - You realize this is just preliminary.
- Yes, yes, of course. - It was a gas leak, alright.
- Death by asphyxiation. - Good. Thank you.
Okay, that's it. I'm going ahead with the clean-up.
Well, wait a, wait a minute.
How do you know there aren't more of those things down there?
Of course there aren't any more. It was a freak accident.
It couldn't happen again. I'm sending my men back to work.
Alright, you do that.
But I'm sending a team armed with flame throwers right down there with them.
- I'm sorry, I can't let you do that. - You what?
I can't afford the publicity.
If you do that, every paper in town will be onto it.
- Yeah, well, I can fix it, so they won't. - You won't do it at all.
If I have to make it an order, I'll make it an order.
I don't take orders from you!
Sorry, Bosch. Wilson's in charge.
Look, Bosch, I understand how you feel. But like it or not, we're gonna do this my way.
Okay, I'm on the bottom now. Do you read me?
Hey! What the hell's going on here?
Alright, men. Fan out and form a solid line across the tunnel.
Now, Bosch,
You leave this to me. Just watch the monitor. You'll see there's nothing down there.
Son of a bitch.
- Parker, this is Bosch. You read me? - Loud and clear.
Roger. Hang on.
- We're ready. - You're making a big mistake.
Beg your pardon?
You've had your laugh, now get those men out of there.
I'm busy, Wilson.
- Benson? - Yes, sir?
- Get those cops outta there. - What, are you kidding?
Your man has a camera. Mine has a flame thrower.
Okay, Parker, move 'em out.
We're at the first intersection.
Which way?
You're a college graduate. You figure it out.
I can wait as long as you can.
The, uh--
The north tunnel.
Take the north tunnel. But check it out, first.
Everything looks clear. We're movin' out.
Don't take any chances. First sign of trouble, get the hell outta there.
Move it!
I think I see something moving up ahead in the tunnel.
Get those flame throwers working.
- I'm trying to see what it is first. - Forget it.
If it isn't saying hello, I don't care what it is.
This is ridiculous. We're wasting time. Tell them to speed it up.
Radiation level's going up.
I see something, there in the flames!
Are you crazy? Nothing could possibly survive in--
Radiation level's going up!
Parker?
Parker!
I've got to go along with Bosch now, Wilson. The people have to be warned.
No.
Oh come on, Wilson. How many of those things do you think there are?
- We'll stop them. - How?
- With gas. - Gas?
We can't use gas, it's too dangerous.
My men are doing an autopsy right now. They'll come up with a dozen ways to kill those things.
Yeah, meantime we just sit around on our thumbs, right?
Come on, Bosch, you've got men out all over the city. Who's gonna get hurt?
Yeah, admittedly, the guy's a little wacky, but suppose for an instant that he's right?
So what if he is? We don't want to get involved.
I've been down there, you know?
Well, is there something going on?
No, there's nothing going on, but--
So leave it alone.
Gone. Prints of Victor's leg are gone.
And that's the only thing that's--
Honey, have you been in my dark room, have you been in here?
No.
Hello, Murphy? This is George Cooper.
I want my photographs back. I think we ought to have a little talk.
I'll meet you on the northbound side of Chambers Street station in about half-hour.
Bye.
You look terrible. What the hell happened to you?
Nothing.
What's going on, Bosch?
I saw our monster.
We're not goin' anywhere, and I'm not showin' you anything, unless you gimme my pictures back.
I don't have your pictures. The police have your pictures.
Police. You're still putting out that crap?
Why would the police take my photographs?
- There's a cover-up going on. - Cover-up.
You write this political bullshit? Cover-up of what?
I don't know, because I don't know what was in those photographs.
I know the only way to find out is for us to go down there.
- You wanna go down there? - Yeah, I wanna go down there. Now.
Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller.
You gotta be fuckin' kiddin'.
God.
- What are we gonna do, Bosch? - I don't know.
Wilson is toying with the idea of flooding the sewers with gas.
What? God, that guy is a madman!
He is a madman.
Gas could drive those things up here.
Great, great!
What I'm saying is, this isn't the safest place to be.
I heard you the first time.
You wanna lift somewhere?
No, I gotta cook dinner.
Keep your eye on that flame.
We can't wait any longer.
I've ordered my men to prep the city gas lines.
We'll seal off every tunnel in the area,
divert some of the gas mains back into those tunnels.
If there are any more incidents, we'll ah,
We'll turn those mains back on.
Are you crazy? You'll blow up the whole city!
I'm not gonna flood the whole city, only, uh, a section of Soho.
- Shh! - What?
You hear something?
No.
Listen, I did.
Holy--
What the hell are you doing with a gun?
You said Victor knows something.
If Victor wants a gun, I want a gun.
Come on.
Light. Light. Ah!
Hey, Val!
Val. Jesus!
Hey, look, Val, man. You gotta get outta here. Get out of here, man. It's dangerous.
Look, the sky's falling. The sky's gonna shut.
It's gonna shut, Val.
Go on. Go on!
Get out.
- Sky. - Sky, yeah. Get out.
Go on.
The sky.
Val?
Val!
Oh!
You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!
Wilson!
Wilson? Wilson!
Wilson! Wilson!
Now, this is it. We have to go right through here.
Oh, you and your damn gun! Come on.
That's it, Murphy. You're on your own as far as I'm concerned.
I told you, I didn't want any more of this bullshit.
I mean, I have to be down--
Shit!
- Murphy, Murphy! - Freedom!
Goddammit.
Shit.
Damn it.
Oh, shit.
Are you the one who found it? Where is it?
My God, it's his wife! Shit!
Get him out of there.
Come on, Come on! Come on!
Why don't you let us take you home?
Home?
- Bosch, come on. - She--
She just went back to college.
She always wanted to teach.
Used to stay up half the night.
Studying.
Then she'd go out and,--
walk the dog.
Yeah, police?
I found a, uh, mangled, dog hanging in my basement
and I'd like to have someone come check it out.
Uh, 7 of 6.
- Cut it out, will ya? - Moron!
- What'll it be, boys? - Rare cheeseburger and coke.
- Same here. - Comin' up.
- Nice legs. - Stop it.
- I heard that. - Yeah?
I bet you heard it before too.
Go on.
Where'd you learn to cook like this?
You're asking for it.
I've been asking for it all my life.
Just never get it.
- Shouldn't you boys be on duty somewhere? - Nah.
Justin!
Justin, dinner!
Justin!
Two minutes to air time. Are you ready to go?
Yeah, I don't know what I'm gonna say.
It doesn't make any sense. No witnesses, no bodies, just blood.
And the place is crawling, but the officials won't talk.
What the hell is this?
Right in this area. I want your team to take the north, yours the south, yours the east, yours the west.
I want ever manhole sealed off in a 10 block radius. Right?
Now forget about the water mains, concentrate on the gas mains,
and the sewer mains. Forget about subway grating.
Now remember, those trucks are rigged to explode on impact from below, so watch the potholes.
God!
Victor!
You killed my brother!
- You Cooper? - Yeah.
- You all right? - Who are you?
I run the soup kitchen.
- On Kenmore. - Yeah, right.
Right man, this is crazy.
- Come on. - Thank God they deliver!
Have you seen enough? Is this enough for you?
We can't wait any longer. We have to start pumping gas.
What about the subways? What about the power lines?
If we stop the subways, we'll kill every power line under the city.
Yeah, why not? I mean, you've killed everybody here.
All these people are dead because of you, Wilson.
My wife is dead because of you, you son of a bitch!
Easy, Bosch. Easy.
This is your responsibility, Wilson.
Someone's got to stop you and it's gonna have to be me.
You go back to the car, Captain. You understand me?
You go back to that car and you wait for further orders, Captain.
The media is not gonna wait much longer. We're going to have to make it a statement.
Shit.
I'm standing in front of what appears to be the scene of a massacre.
But so far there has been no official confirmation as to exactly what happened here.
In fact, at the present time, no one even will confirm, that anyone was killed.
There are, uh, seven manholes at that intersection. These are the only two that go anywhere. Seal 'em.
So as a precaution, we're going to kill the power to the, subways and close down the stations.
Are you saying that a gas explosion caused the wreck of this diner?
I'm not saying that. And it would be imprudent to speculate on that at this point.
I'm merely saying that a situation exists that's made it necessary for us to,
temporarily divert some of the gas lines into the city's sewer system.
Now, what the hell is this?
- He started. - He started what?
- He started closing off the fucking tunnels. - Why?
They're gonna start pumping gas down here to kill those things.
- Well this is the only way that I know-- - Come on let's beat 'em to the next one.
Goddammit!
God. Get up!
Holy shit, man! Holy shit! This is-- Look at this!
- This is radiation. - I know.
Wait! Wait, wait. Wait! What is this?
- This is more of that radioactive shit. - No it's not, it's different, look!
Like, weird.
Contamination hazard urban disposal?
This shit's contaminated.
This shit is toxic waste.
Wilson!
This is Wilson's poison dump!
I don't believe it. Look at all this shit.
They must have been dumping this stuff down here for years, right underneath the city!
It's got to be Wilson. But what the hell's the N R C gotta do with all this!
Holy shit!
C.H.U.D.
- Are we ready? - Yes, sir, they're all covered.
Start the gas.
What is that?
Cooper! Cooper back!
Help! No!
Shh! Shh! Shh!
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's alright.
It's okay. Okay.
Shit, man!
- Noxious gas. - What?
Wait a second! There's a camera over there.
- There's a camera. - What?
There's a camera.
This is it, man.
Hey! Mayday! Mayday! Look, hey, we're trapped down here.
There's no audio. There is a headset--
- Please man, let's just get out of here. - There's a headset jack on this thing.
- All we have to do is find the headset. - Let's get out of here, man.
Is anybody there? Get Captain Bosch!
- Keep going. Just keep talking. - Get Captain--
- Who the hell are you? - Hey, I got somebody.
Hey, Captain, this is Sanderson.
I just got a, very strange phone call from some N R C guy, he said it was urgent.
He said, Tell Bosch, he's got the Reverend on the video, in the N R C control room.
Do you know what that means?
Help!
Somebody help me!
Help!
Somebody help me!
Reverend? This is Bosch. Do you read me?
- Yeah, Bosch. - Where are you?
I'm here. I'm at that place where your guys got killed.
- All right, see the side tunnel? - Yeah.
About 100 yards down that tunnel to the right,
there's a ladder to a manhole. Be there. I'll open it.
Yeah, I'll be there, I'll be there! Listen, I gotta tell you something, man.
- It can wait. - No, it can't wait. It's about Wilson.
Come on. Come on, let's go.
Man, come on!
Step up the pressure. We've got to have more gas.
May I have your attention? This is an emergency!
Who has the keys to the truck parked at the corner of Washington and Dekalb Street?
There are people trapped under a manhole.
We need to move the truck to get them out.
- Who has the key? - Right here.
What the hell do you think you're doing? We've already started the gas.
Those things will be looking for a way out. It's too risky.
Too risky? Oh, for who? For you?
Whaddya, afraid people are gonna get wind of your filthy little project, huh!
Then they're gonna find out who you really are? Now give me the keys, goddamn it!
Maybe the press would like to hear about this. Hey, you guys!
Hey, all right! Come on.
All right, Bosch. What're you gonna tell 'em?
Well for starters, I'll tell them there's more than leaky canisters down there.
- So what does that mean? - You're not from the N R C.
Why you'll cover for 'em as long as it's convenient for you, but you don't really care about that.
All you want 'em to do is clean up their mess, before anybody finds out what's really, going on down there.
- You don't know what you're talking about. - Yeah?
Well I know what C.H.U.D. stands for. Cannibalistic, my ass!
Contamination Hazard Urban Disposal.
You're nothing but the government garbage man.
You take industrial waste,
you take, toxic sludge from every research project
and you dump it right here under the streets of our city.
- Christ! - You can't hide it anymore, Wilson.
Now give me the keys. I'm gonna get those men out of there.
- I can't let you do that. - It's over, Wilson.
I said, I can't let you do that.
How are you gonna cover up killing a cop, huh?
I don't know. But I can't let that story get out.
You won't shoot me, Wilson.
I will if I have to.
Is this it?
Move it! Police! Move it!
Stop the gas! Who's in charge? Who's in charge? They've gotta stop the gas.
- Stop it? Why? - My husband's down there.
My husband's down there. Who's in charge?
- Tell me who's in charge! - Some N R C guy--
- Where is he? - He's over there, he just went down--
It's jammed.
- Hey, you guys down there? - Bosch, hurry!
I'm here.
What was that?
George, look out!
Bosch.
Come on. Get up! Get up! He's trying to kill us.
Get up.
No!
Nice shot.
Bosch!
Nice shot!