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- gone. - Not necessarily.

Why don't you ask the photographer?

Now, what kind of scam you're running here?

I'm thinking about everything, you know, that I never thought about doing,

Well, if you need anything, I'm Francine. This is Justin.

But I'm sending a team armed with flame throwers right down there with them.

It's a scary world up there.

Granted, that doesn't necessarily implicate you, sir.

A Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller.

I'd like to laugh too.

This thing detects accumulated radiation, they wear these things in nuclear power plants.

Dr. Bremner called this afternoon, it's official.

I don't need no bandages. I need a gun.

I don't know why you two couldn't just live in a big cardboard box like everybody else.

- I'm sorry, I can't let you do that. - You what?

Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dweller.

You got a date later on tonight? Give a smile, huh?

Are you kidding? I accused the goddamn Commissioner of a cover-up.

I am upset because these people are using your body and draping it with the carcass of some helpless,

- I've gotta go check in. - Check in?

Victor. That's his buddy, Hugo. They're undergrounders.

Cooper, you son of a bitch! I'm in jail! I only get one phone call.

Yeah, what'd you turn up on the others?

If Victor wants a gun, I want a gun.

- But sir-- - Just get him.

I think it is. Look both ways.

Well-- Very well put, very well put.

Uh, Chief O'Brien, please. This is Captain Bosch.

I bet you heard it before too.

Alright, men. Fan out and form a solid line across the tunnel.

Would you come here a minute?

It's got to be Wilson. But what the hell's the N R C gotta do with all this!

You tell me who's missing, Bosch.

- I can't tell him that. - You tell him.

It's really rare to find someone who prefers fame.

- Really, you're going through here? - Yeah.

It doesn't matter. You don't care about them. You're doing this for me.

- I don't get it. - I don't get it?

please, just pick up the phone and talk to me, okay?

George, this is Derek. I am having a nervous breakdown.

Now I'm not prepared to, uh, concede the existence of any monster.

George, you wanna blow this job for me?

Well I know what C.H.U.D. stands for. Cannibalistic, my ass!

- Look, I can't keep a lid on this any longer. - You've got to.

Pull men off other precincts, if you have to. Then cover the subways. At least four men per station.

Radiation level's going up.

This is a picture, of a man that saw a monster.

You look terrible. What the hell happened to you?

Look, what is this all about? What the hell do you wanna do with me? An interview or something?

Didn't somebody get a court order restraining you from doing it?

You guys wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit you!

- Well, well, A.J. Shepherd. - Bosch! What are you doing here?

What, are you kidding? She says some monster came out of the sewer and ate her grandfather.

- Sanderson? - Yes, sir.

Wrong number left a message?

What the hell do you think you're doing? We've already started the gas.

- Yes, yes, of course. - It was a gas leak, alright.

It's okay. It's alright.

They must have been dumping this stuff down here for years, right underneath the city!

- So I can help! - We don't want your help.

- Come on. - Thank God they deliver!

- What about it? - You tell me.

- Where do you think they'd be? - Well,