Previously on Your Honor...
Something happened, Dad.
I hit somebody. He died.
I drove away.
I got you, buddy.
Get back in the car. -You are the one that said
that we had to come here.
The boy you hit this morning
is Jimmy Baxter's son.
Jimmy Baxter is the head of
the most vicious crime family
in the history of this city.
Whoever you are, you will be found.
Hey. -I know you, right?
Uh, Rocco's memorial.
I'm his sister.
Robin's car.
I need it to disappear, Charlie.
No questions asked.
[Fia] Tell me about an experience
that's had a big impact on you recently.
[Adam] I-I just met a really cool girl.
I need a favor.
slow, tense music
[siren wailing]
Desiato.
[Nancy] We found the car.
[Adam] Kofi Jones.
Now he's been arrested
and he's gonna pay for what I did.
The kid was Desire affiliated.
If we do nothing, we'll look weak.
Then where does it end? -We go big.
[brass band playing funeral procession faintly]
Baxter's got to pay.
He will, Little Man.
[Michael] The boy that they arrested...
...he died.
[Jimmy] Fuck did you do?
Days left on your sentence, and you do this?
[grunts] -Oh!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please.
No, no, no, no... [stammers] Carlo!
He's... he's about to be arrested
for the murder of Kofi Jones.
I can make sure that he walks out a free man.
Will the defendant please rise.
The jury finds the defendant...
not guilty.
[quiet chatter]
[insects trilling]
[alarm blares in distance]
[birds chirping] -[alarm blares]
[indistinct chatter] -[alarm continuing]
[indistinct chatter]
D Block 413, green light.
[door buzzes]
Get up.
On your feet!
[sighs softly]
[indistinct chatter, shouting]
[chatter, shouting continues in distance]
[door buzzes]
[overlapping shouting in distance]
[chatter stops]
eerie music
Remove your clothes.
Shirt and pants, now.
On the scale.
Whew.
You need sustenance.
We're not gonna let you die here.
This is a nutritional supplement.
Look at me.
Will you drink it?
[Michael groans softly]
Wait, hold up.
Hey. Last chance.
[grunting weakly]
[gagging]
[coughing]
[gagging]
[sputtering gags]
[coughing]
[gagging]
[Michael coughs]
[coughing]
[gasping]
[snorts]
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[screaming] -[panicked shouting]
[Michael] No!
Someone help me!
Help me, please!
intense music
[jazz music playing nearby]
-[people whistling, whooping]
Hey, bro!
[whooping, whistling continue]
MAN: Watch out, baby. Hey!
tense music
-[train whistle blowing]
[bell ringing]
[sirens wailing]
[panting]
intense music
[dialogue inaudible]
...door. Do you want to get the door?
What? Okay, s-- -Get the door.
Okay.
I got you. You all right, sweetie?
Okay, okay, okay.
Here we go. -[sirens wailing in distance]
All right, that's it.
Come on in.
Okay. Here you go.
That's it.
Just lie down.
Can't-- Oh, thank you. -Keep her warm.
There you are. That's it.
[water runs, stops]
Fia? Fia, sweetheart, look at me.
Sw-- -[knocking]
Can you... All right.
There's a fucking mess down there.
Police have sealed off the hotel?
As we speak.
Have you checked the security tape?
My guys are on it.
The Desiato boy, he's-he's dead.
[Gina] Shh, shh, shh.
[door opens, closes]
Where's the shooter?
He won't get far.
Where's Carlo?
He went after him.
Look, we'll find this bastard.
[siren chirps] -[indistinct chatter]
[Nancy] You ID him yet?
Uh, Adam Desiato.
[helicopter blades whirring overhead]
You knew him?
Yeah. Uh, he's a judge's son.
Um, I'll call the father and let him know.
Just...
have someone meet him at the hospital.
Well, his father's inside.
Witnessed the whole thing.
[heavy gate rolls shut]
[quiet, indistinct chatter]
[swallows, groans]
[coughing]
[sighs]
[groans]
[coughs] -[guard] D Block 413,
green light.
[door buzzes]
[breathing heavily]
slow, tense music
It's quite common for an incarcerated individual
to question if he has anything to live for.
Do you believe that you pose a danger to yourself?
It's my job to determine
whether or not your life is at risk.
You've suffered unimaginable loss.
I understand the pain you're experiencing
must be relentless.
I'd like to explore
the possibility
that you can learn to live with it.
[helicopter blades whirring in distance]
Looks like Desire.
We think Carlo was the intended target.
Oh, oh, you th-you think?
This is the second time they've come after my child.
Carlo.
Oh, my God.
He got away.
Does NOPD have any idea where he is?
We'll catch him.
[commentator] I don't think the step-up in weight has slowed
Castro down one bit. Olafs gets one off of Castro's temple,
and here we go! Oh, wild exchange!
Two top competitors swinging
with everything they have. -[phone vibrates]
A big left hand from Castro!
[commentator 2] Looks like it could be--
[Rudy] Raid, raid.
Raid, raid, raid!
[commentators continuing indistinctly]
NOPD! -Let me see your hands!
Hands up! Hands up!
Go, against the wall. Come on! -[excited chatter]
[grunts] Don't move.
We didn't do shit. [grunts] -Move!
[indistinct chatter over dispatch radio]
[agent] Clear. Clear.
Where the fuck is he?
Where the fuck is who?
Eugene Jones.
We know he lives here.
[whispers] We need to find him.
[whispers] She's resting.
[phone vibrates]
Yes?
[Big Mo] That wasn't a sanctioned hit on your son.
I never gave that order.
The shooter was a member of Desire, no?
Young men are impulsive.
Given your offspring, I think you'd understand that.
If you don't have control over your men,
why am I talking to you?
This was personal.
You know exactly why he did it.
I guess I should just let it go, then?
Like I said, I ain't give that order.
So let's not make this into an all-out war.
Okay. Turn him over to me.
I ain't got him.
So get him.
[line disconnects]
I need you to find Eugene.
And bring him to me.
Now.
[light buzzing]
[footsteps approaching]
[door buzzes]
Why can't you people just let me die in peace?
Now, what kind of way is that to start a conversation?
I don't need more psych evals.
Let's think of it like an introductory chat.
A first date, if you will.
You want to start?
No? Okay. I'll go first.
My name is Oliva Delmont.
I am from Hackensack, New Jersey.
I am the youngest of three sisters.
Oh, my God. -Tragic Jets fan.
And a firm believer that Geminis are not to be trusted.
So, you're not a psychiatrist?
But I did take Intro to Psych in college.
I'm an assistant U.S. attorney
for the Eastern District of Louisiana.
Guard.
That was quick.
I didn't authorize any visitors.
Yeah, one of the perks of being a federal prosecutor.
You know that.
Guard!
You're gonna talk to me, Michael.
Whatever it is you want, the answer's no.
Now, that's not any fun, is it?
At least give me a shot.
Now, I don't want to bore you
with the mundanity of my caseload,
but suffice it to say...
your relationship with the Baxter family intrigues me.
I don't have a relationship
with the Baxter family.
Michael...
I am offering you a chance to help bring down
the single greatest threat to New Orleans,
to atone for what you have done,
to help the world be a little bit better,
or you could do it for the same reason I do.
I like chasing the bad guys.
I can't help you.
Let me worry about that.
Okay.
Then I won't help you.
We'll see.
[birds chirping]
[breathing sharply]
[grunting]
[panting]
[breathes deeply]
You having a good workout?
Yeah. How's Fia?
She's traumatized, Carlo.
I get it.
Do you?
Of course.
Why the fuck are you beating up a bag
when that son of a bitch is still on the loose?
[Michael] Jimmy Baxter knew about the hit-and-run.
I had to protect Adam.
Wh-When Carlo was charged with...
[Nancy on recording] Carlo Baxter?
[Michael] Yes. When, uh,
when he was charged
with killing Kofi Jones, I...
I made sure the trial was in my courtroom.
[Nancy] In cooperation with whom?
[Michael] Jimmy Baxter.
[Nancy] And then you rigged the trial.
[Michael] I did.
I was trying to save my son.
[sighs deeply]
Where is he now?
He's in custody.
I picked him up at the hospital last night.
Who's representing him?
He waived counsel.
Doesn't have any fight left in him.
So, why's the justice department here?
This confession steps on a federal investigation.
[texting]
He's a judge who conspired with a mobster
to corrupt a murder trial. How is that not enough for you?
This is not just about one man.
I want to eradicate
an entire criminal organization for good,
so I need you to bury his confession.
What the hell's the point of solving crimes
if we're just gonna let the criminals walk free?
Michael belongs in prison.
Okay, then send him to prison for tax evasion.
But the transcripts must be filed
under seal.
He's no good to me if Baxter thinks he's a snitch.
[rap music playing over stereo] -[lively chatter]
Yo.
Hey, yo.
What you looking for?
Not what. Who.
The pussy that lives here--
where is he? -If you mean
Little Man, we ain't seen him.
Least, not today.
But if you mean Kofi,
he got murdered by a bitch in OPP.
[gunshot] -Drop it, motherfucker.
Gangster my ass, Baxter bitch.
[line ringing]
slow, tense music
Come on, come on, come on. Come on, come on.
[line ringing]
[Lee] Hello, this is Lee Delamere.
- Please leave a message. - [beep]
Miss Lee, it's Eugene.
I-I'm in trouble. I need your help.
No, no, no, no, no! -Got your ass.
[grunting]
Hold him. -Stop! Get off! Hey!
[tires screech]
Help! Help! Help!
Help! Help!
[gasps]
You fucking my world, Little Man.
He killed Kofi. -[Big Mo] Yeah.
So you took a shot and missed.
Well, you already know what they gonna do to you.
I don't care about what they do to me.
I care about what they did.
[Big Mo] Even if you took 'em out, what then?
What, you was gonna run back here?
Think we'd protect you?
Right, so...
your problem become my problem,
which mean you the problem.
I told you to trust in my long game.
Fuck your long game.
[sucks teeth]
Fuck my long game.
You got the police looking for you.
Baxters hunting you down.
And you so focused on running from them
that you ain't stop to think
what the fuck would happen if Mo found you first.
[door rattles]
So, what you gonna do with him?
There's only one way this ends.
[indistinct chatter]
[chatter continues nearby]
slow, dramatic music
[insects trilling]
[quiet, indistinct chatter]
I can't do this.
I hate to do this now, but can we talk about
the poll from last week?
I saw it.
It was good news.
Not anymore, it's not.
Our worst side-by-side numbers
are on public safety and crime.
Well, with the shooting, crime is on everyone's mind.
These numbers are going to get worse.
Hey.
Michael Desiato is like a brother to me.
My godson was murdered right before his eyes.
So don't talk to me about this in terms of poll numbers.
Last thing I'll say.
There's a killer on the loose and voters are scared.
Scared voters
are not Charlie Figaro votes.
[water lapping] -[insects trilling]
[boat horn honks in distance] -[Fia sighs]
Why did this happen?
It's a senseless act of violence.
Was it?
I know violence is a part of this family.
Carlo killed someone. Mom, her family...
I know what people think about them.
I-I've heard the stories.
They can't all be lies.
They revel in it.
But we're not like them.
Right?
So, how do you do what they do?
[grunts]
Yeah, we've been waiting for you.
[Little Mo] Little later than expected.
But I knew
your old Al Capone-looking ass was coming.
Search his ass.
My problem isn't with you.
But you're in my neighborhood.
If you knew I was coming you know who I'm looking for.
And if you knew how thin my patience was
you'd shut the fuck up.
See, you thought you was gonna come down here
and bust some heads open, and almost got your wig split.
Lucky for you, those weren't my orders.
Yet.
To have the audacity
to roll up on that house
after the shit your daddy pulled...
Tell me one thing.
He don't know that you here now, do he?
If anything happens to me-- -[Big Mo] If?
If "if" was a fifth, we'd all be fucking drunk.
Do you know what my family will do to you?
Well, shouldn't matter to you now.
You'd be long gone by then.
[line ringing]
[phone ringing, vibrating]
[Jimmy] We're on our way home.
You asked me if I had control over my men.
Now I'm wondering
if you got control over yours.
What is this?
If someone were to come around looking for trouble,
I should assume you sent them, yeah?
I got your son.
Is that so?
Mm.
Like I said before,
young men are so impulsive.
You tread very carefully right now.
Oh, if I wanted to kill him he'd be dead.
But he came to my house uninvited,
swinging around his little dick.
But given our situation,
I'm willing to overlook all that
to avoid a war that neither of us need.
And in case I didn't make it clear,
this is a courtesy call.
You handle your boy,
I'll handle mine.
[sighs]
Time's up, Little Man.
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[tires screech]
[grunts]
[dogs barking in distance]
[indistinct chatter] -Carlo.
[indistinct announcement over P.A]
Wait...
Hi, Mr. Desiato. I don't know
if you remember me-- -I do.
I remember you, Fia.
Are you okay?
[door buzzes]
I write to you every month.
I know.
I have some questions.
Did Adam love me?
[door buzzes]
I don't know.
There was a lot
that we didn't get a chance to talk about.
Well, he and I became very close.
Maybe we can fill in some of the missing pieces--
No. No.
No. I...
I-I won't be able to help you.
Look, I don't know
if what Adam and I had was the real thing
or if it just seems that way now because...
[door buzzes]
[sniffles]
Adam was a terrible liar.
He didn't have that gift.
So, if he told you that he loved you,
then it was true. Now, please...
...please, just stay away from me.
Please, can--
[door buzzes]
slow, dramatic music
[bull chuffs]
[goat bleats]
[emcee] Welcome, everybody, to this year's annual prison rodeo!
[crowd cheering]
While y'all are getting turned in,
don't forget to visit the concession stand
and our three-dollar pup-and-suds special.
Cold beer and a nice hot dog.
Get you started today.
[crowd cheering] -[hoofbeats stomping]
[neighs] -[grunts]
[cheering] -[emcee] Whoa! [chortles]
No early parole for him.
[cheering continues]
Inmates Morris, Waters,
Jiménez and Desiato.
And now the event y'all been waiting for.
Who's ready for convict poker?
[cheering] -[whoops] Yeah!
[cheering]
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[cheering, whistling]
What are you doing at this table, Judge?
Huh?
I'm here because I'm trying to raise enough money
so that my family don't starve.
Just deal the cards.
You gonna get yourself killed.
All four contestants will play a friendly game of cards.
Last man to remain in his seat wins a cash prize.
May sound easy.
Keep in mind, they'll be doing it
in the presence of a one-ton bull named Malachi.
[cheering]
[bull snorting]
[cheering swells]
[fanfare plays]
[cheering, clamoring]
[Malachi bellows]
[emcee] Well, looks like Malachi's taking his time
assessing the situation.
[bellows] -[crowd] Oh!
Who's it gonna be, folks?
[crowd clamoring, jeering]
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[man whistles] -[bellows]
[grunts] -[crowd exclaims]
[cheering, clamoring]
[prisoner exclaiming]
[emcee] That boy was on the horns of a dilemma
for a bit, there.
And we'll get him out of there. We'll take care of him.
[cheering]
[siren wails]
Hey! Hey! -[Malachi bellows]
Hey, boy, hey. Hey. Come on.
Hey! -[bellows]
Aah!
[grunts] -[crowd exclaims]
[emcee continuing indistinctly]
[bellows]
[laughing]
You know what the fucked-up thing is, Judge?
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It's got nothing to do with us.
The bull decides who wins or loses.
[bellows]
-[crowd groans]
[grunts]
[crowd clamoring]
[emcee] Well, this looks like we
got ourselves a winner, folks.
How about that?
- [emcee continues indistinctly] - [coughing]
Is there any word on the boy?
No, not yet.
Where's your sense of urgency?
What would you have me do? -[Carlo] How about
we go back to the Lower Ninth with more men
and we go get some goddamn answers!
It's not a real plan, son. It's barely even an idea.
Dad, I-- -Think before you speak!
Think before you act.
Don't yell at him!
He's trying to protect this family.
Look where it got him. -Oh, so we do nothing?
He was nearly killed.
Doesn't that act demand retaliation?
That act was retaliation.
Patience
is not inaction.
And violence is not a demonstration of strength.
[Little Mo sighs]
[insects trilling]
[keys jingling]
[grunting]
[exhales]
[bus idling]
[clicks tongue]
Well, go on.
There's an address in there.
Stay gone, Little Man.
[dialing]
[line ringing]
[phone vibrates]
Hey, yo, we here. Where you?
We got a problem.
Little Man got away.
You got to be fucking shitting me.
[takes deep breath]
I'm-a deal with you later.
[sucks teeth]
slow, ominous music
This invitation ain't include a plus-one.
Sorry, but he outranks you on this one.
Adam Desiato was my godson.
I want to be here when Rudy brings in the killer.
He in there?
Yeah, he's gone.
You told me I was getting the shooter.
You think I'm-a hand over a young Black boy to the police?
So, we're out of agenda items.
I'm done here. -[Big Mo] That's fine,
but you walking away don't make our problems disappear.
Our problems?
Yeah. Our problems.
I got Baxters with itchy trigger fingers
and NOPD on every goddamn block of my neighborhood.
And you, Mr. Figaro,
you need voters to feel...
safe when they go to cast they votes next week, yeah?
[Rudy] Seems to me, every one
of our problems disappears
if you hand over Eugene Jones.
Am I not making myself clear?
All we need is a solved crime.
Rudy here finds another body,
one that can't talk, to stand in for my guy.
What am I supposed to do--
just find a random body at the body store?
Yeah. Ain't never stopped y'all before.
You declare the city safe.
And I make for damn sure
Eugene Jones is never heard from again.
Well, what do you say, Detective?
Want to solve the case of the year?
[sighs]
It's Eugene's.
He'd have it on him.
[door buzzes]
Well, if it's any consolation, the bull was denied parole.
I've secured your release.
[grunts] Yeah, well...
I'm still not helping you get Jimmy Baxter.
I can understand why you wouldn't do it for me.
But I think you should do it for Charlie Figaro.
Why?
Because he could be in a lot of trouble.
And if you help me,
I can make his problems go away.
I'm not doing anything for you until I know why.
[Nancy on recording] How did you get Kofi Jones to steal the car?
[Michael] I called Charlie.
[Nancy] Charlie Figaro?
[Michael] Yes.
I told him I needed the car gone.
And he took care of it.
[short chuckle]
Now, I imagine
if you had all your faculties intact in that moment,
you would have never implicated your best friend.
But this right here--
this is the end of his career.
This is prison time.
He helped you in your hour of need.
He's 19. That's the youngest I've got.
We don't get a lot of children that go unclaimed.
They don't look anything alike.
I don't control the inventory.
But...
he has gunshot wound to the face ought to help.
All right, Eugene.
Okay. Thanks.
Looks like his own people
shot him in the head down by the lake.
[Charlie] Now, for a lot of us,
the words "New Orleans"
have always sounded like home.
[camera shutters clicking]
This city is one big family,
and we take care of our own.
[man] That's right.
Even when a-a brutal murder
threatens to tear us apart,
we finds a way to come together.
Thanks to the tireless work
of our police officers,
and to the cooperation
of decent and ordinary citizens,
the perpetrator has been found
and is no longer!
I said, "No longer a threat!"
If I am elected,
I will dedicate my mayorship
to the memory of my godson, -[man coughs]
Adam Desiato.
Our search for the perpetrator of this crime was swift,
though our security may have been shaken,
our resolve remains strong.
Let us never forget
that this city belongs to all of her children.
haunting music
[Fia] Mr. Desiato,
I know that in all likelihood you'll never read this,
but I feel I have to write this letter anyway.
I realize now that I never really knew Adam.
But I feel I owe it to him...
[baby fussing]
haunting music
[quietly] Hey. I got you.
[babbling]
[gate buzzes]
Hey, Dad. -Hey.
[indistinct chatter]
[phone ringing]
Yes?
[Olivia] You made a good decision, Michael.
I'll be in touch. -[guard calls out]
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