Previously on Your Honor...
[phone ringing]
You asked me if I had control over my men.
I got your son.
You tread very carefully right now.
This is a courtesy call.
To avoid a war that neither of us need.
[Carmine] The Calabri family is interested.
[Phillip] We have an offer for you.
The eight figures that you need
with one additional item.
We need access to your ports.
Yo, stay put, Little Man.
I'm gonna need you to guard that shit.
It's my life in there, Little Man.
[officer] Stay down!
Don't fucking move!
You lucky you blood.
You ain't fam.
Not to me. Not no more.
[thudding] -[grunting]
How could you leave my son with a fucking stranger?
Joey came to the hotel.
I should fucking kill you right now.
He saw Eugene Jones,
and I had a chance to take the fucker out.
[engine revving]
[crashing, glass shattering]
[Fia] Did you "take the fucker out"?
[Carlo] He tried to kill me.
What is wrong with this family?
I'm so fucking done with all of you.
Anyone else in the car?
Nah.
[Michael] The night Adam died,
Nancy Costello came to the hospital.
I told her that...
you got rid of the car.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I was in shock. I wasn't thinking clearly.
I'm-I'm sorry.
Get the fuck out of here!
[Nancy] Where were you on the night of your wife's murder?
[Elizabeth] I want some answers.
I was brought in for suspicion of killing Robin Desiato.
They found out that I wasn't home
the night she was killed.
I went to confront the man she was sleeping with.
I'm Robin's mother.
[Kenneth] Detective Costello came to see me.
And what did you tell her?
That I was home all night.
So, I'm your alibi. -And I'm yours.
[Michael] What was at the corner store?
- [entry bell chimes] - [Kenneth] A witness.
[Michael] You... you saw this?
She walked in and he was right behind her.
She never saw it coming.
KJ, tell us who he is.
Detective Walter Beckwith.
[Michael] Nancy, it's Michael.
I think I know why you weren't able to solve Robin's murder.
The killer was one of your own.
Adam Desiato was my godson.
I want to be here when Rudy brings in Eugene Jones.
[gunshot] -[grunting]
[distant car horns honking]
[knocking on door]
[knocking continues]
Eugene.
[moaning]
[groans] Help, help, help.
[Lee] What happened?
I was shot.
Oh, my God. Okay, come on, come on, come on.
Sit down, sit down. -I was shot.
Take a seat, take a seat. -No, the blood, the blood.
Okay, just sit, just sit. -[cries out]
[moaning, panting]
What're you doing? -I'm-I'm calling an ambulance.
No, no, I can't go to the hospital right now.
You're hurt.
No, no, they're gonna kill me.
[panting]
Who?
-I was a shot by a cop.
The same one who said he found my body a year ago.
If they find me now, I'm dead.
Uh, okay.
[Eugene groaning]
Okay, okay, okay.
Uh... shit.
Uh... -Please hurry. Hurry, please.
Okay, uh... -Please.
I'm-I'm calling a friend.
She's a, she's a doctor.
But can we trust her?
Do we have any choice?
intense music
[siren whooping]
[siren blaring]
No. Come...
Damn it.
[indistinct radio transmission]
Evening, officer.
Evening, sir.
Where you headed?
To visit a friend.
Are you in a hurry?
No.
You were doing 37 in a 25.
I need to see your license and registration, please.
I don't have my license on me,
but the registration should be in the glove box.
Go get it, please.
Geez.
Christ.
Wait. Here. Okay.
Here.
Can I assume that you are not Elizabeth Guthrie?
That's my mother-in-law.
Does she know you have this car?
She does. -And what is your name?
Michael Desiato.
The judge?
Yes.
Turn the car off, please.
[footsteps departing]
[engine stops]
[phone buzzing]
[phone line ringing]
[sighs heavily]
[buzzing]
[officer] Judge Desiato.
Yes.
You must have your license on you
when you are operating a vehicle.
Yes.
[glove box closes]
You're right. Um...
[chuckles]
[sighs]
I honestly don't even know where my license is.
Well, that doesn't really make a difference
'cause I ran your information
and your driver's license expired,
six months ago.
I've been in prison. -I know.
You should've renewed your license when you were released.
Yes... I understand.
And you're right.
I usually take the bus.
Well, I wish you had, tonight.
It's only a misdemeanor,
but it is a violation of your parole,
and I have no choice but to bring you in.
Oh, come on, pl...
Look, I-I promise I will renew my license
first thing in the morning.
That's between you and your parole officer.
Please step out of the vehicle.
Okay.
Turn around.
Hands behind your back.
[Michael sighs]
[handcuffs clicking]
All right, nothing on you?
No weapons, drugs?
No.
[indistinct radio transmission]
[radio transmission becomes distant]
[heart beating rhythmically]
[radio transmission continues distantly]
intense, suspenseful music
[streetcar rattling]
Are you okay, Carlo?
Are sure you don't want to stay
back at the house with Grandpa?
I want to make sure Fia's okay.
Where's Frankie?
What happened to your hand?
Frankie no longer works for this family.
What?
He's our friend.
It was time for a change.
You didn't want to consult me first?
Not particularly.
[engine roaring]
[tires squealing]
Come on, come on.
41-27.
Any further info on that shooting at the bus station?
[dispatcher, over radio] 41-27, units on site.
No further info on suspects.
41-27, roger.
Status of the victim?
[dispatcher] Unknown.
Reports of possible GSW, young Black male.
No longer at the scene?
[dispatcher] Negative. He fled.
Son of a bitch.
Fuck. -[continues slamming dashboard]
[moaning]
I know, I know, I know.
I called you that night.
The night it happened.
I-I got your voice mail.
I tried calling you back a dozen times,
but you didn't answer.
[Eugene panting]
Next day, your phone was dead.
And then I turned up dead.
Yeah.
Lee...
Didn't mean to shoot him.
I know.
[knocking on door]
[labored breathing] -I know.
[Lee] Hey.
What the hell?
You said he had a fever. -I...
I-I knew you'd tell me to take him to a hospital.
Hey.
I'm Tanya.
Can I take a look?
[labored breathing]
I need to talk to you.
Is he gonna be all right?
That's a gunshot wound, and I'm an ob-gyn,
so, I wouldn't say his outlook
has improved much since I got here.
I don't care what kind of trouble he's in,
he could die.
And I'm not gonna be responsible for that.
I can't take him to a hospital.
It would be really bad.
So, I get it if-if you can't do anything here,
then-then you should go.
I'll try and stop the bleeding.
Give you time to think about it.
But if his blood pressure drops below 90/60,
I'm calling an ambulance myself.
somber music
[slow blues music playing]
[music continues playing]
[sets glass on table]
[glasses rattling]
Hey, what's going on in here?
We didn't have a very good night, Russ.
Sit down.
[grunts quietly]
We sold all that shit...
...sprinkled it throughout the city,
and somehow the one body that dropped,
dropped dead in the middle of Desire.
Who?
Chris's little brother Terrance.
Fuck.
13 years old.
Snorted half a fucking balloon.
Thought I cut it enough.
Mm-mm.
It ain't your fault Chris ain't clean up his own house
and left a balloon for a child to find.
That ain't on you.
I got something to tell you.
I was taking Eugene to the bus station.
A car T-boned us.
Some burned-out junkie was driving.
Carlo Baxter was inside.
What happened to Little Man?
I don't know.
I got knocked out.
I think he ran off.
Rudy Cunningham is looking for him.
[Big Mo scoffs]
We're in the eye of the hurricane now.
[knocking on door]
[Gina] Fia. -[Jimmy] Fia.
[knocking continues]
[lock beeps]
Fia?
Sweetheart?
Okay.
Fia?
[door closes]
[sighs]
She's gone.
somber music
I'll be right back, okay?
So, who is he?
Uh, a former client, sort of.
What'd he do?
You're right. I don't want to know.
Is he gonna live?
If he gets the care he needs, I hope.
I think I can convince him to go to a hospital
outside of New Orleans.
Is it possible to stabilize him enough to travel?
How far? -Out of state.
[breathlessly] Lee.
Oh, shit.
[dispatcher, over radio] B and E in Metairie.
Response needed.
Bus station shooting, possible GSW.
Victim teenage male, Black.
You all right back there, Judge?
Yeah.
[humorless chuckle]
Last time I was in the back of a police cruiser,
the officer was giving me a ride home.
He...
admonished me for being too lenient
with people in my courtroom.
Eh, some guys take it extra personally
when a perp goes free.
You don't?
Nah, I figure...
when a criminal goes free, he's gonna do something stupid again.
So I'll just catch him again.
Yeah, or...
maybe the accused didn't do anything wrong
in the first place.
Not in my experience.
You don't happen to know
Detective Nancy Costello, do you?
Not sure. What department?
Homicide.
Doesn't ring a bell.
She a friend of yours?
Sort of.
I met her a couple years ago,
when she was investigating the murder of my wife.
I'm sorry to hear about that.
She solve the case?
Not yet.
[phone line ringing]
She's not answering.
[knocking on door]
Come on in, Lieutenant.
[Brendan] Jimmy.
It's Cusack.
[door closes]
[Jimmy] Any word on the boy?
No mention of Eugene Jones anywhere.
As far as I can tell,
NOPD still thinks he was killed a year ago.
You sure that's who you saw?
He was pointing a fucking gun in my face,
so, yeah, I got a pretty hard look at him.
Can run a APB for a fugitive.
Have the whole city looking for him.
Oh, because the police did such a wonderful job
of catching him the first time.
We'll be sure and bring him to justice.
[Jimmy laughing]
Oh, uh...
I think we're beyond justice at this point.
[phone buzzing]
[hip-hop music playing]
Jimmy.
You said you'd take care of your boy
and I'd take care of mine.
Apparently, you didn't hold up your end of the bargain.
And your boy could use a good ass whooping.
So where that leave us?
I took you at your word.
It was foolish on my part, I know.
That won't happen again.
This, uh, détente of ours, that was a-a gesture
of goodwill on my part, a gift from me to you
and that can be dissolved.
See, you seem to have this confused.
'Cause you ain't the only one with guns.
And a cease-fire, just like the fucking tango...
takes two.
[phone line beeping]
chilling, dark music
Help! Help! -Help! Help!
Quick, get the chair. -He's bleeding out.
Quick.
[panting]
We need a blood transfusion and an IV.
Gunshot wound to the shoulder, bullet exited cleanly.
Blood pressure 80/50, last I checked.
I think he lost consciousness...
Are you the mother? -What?
The boy, are you his guardian? -No, no, I'm not.
Do you know how to contact his family?
I'm the closest he's got tonight.
[nurse] What happened to him?
I-I don't know. I wasn't there.
Okay.
Yeah, this is the charge nurse
at Crescent University Hospital ER.
I have a gunshot victim, he just arrived.
[whispers] You can't do that. Please.
I have to call it in. It's the law.
He-he's the victim.
I believe you, but I have a duty to report.
Listen to me.
The police did this to him.
If they find him tonight,
it doesn't matter what you do to help him in here,
it won't matter, okay?
Please, give this kid a chance.
Please.
Yeah. Male, 40s, looks Hispanic.
John Doe.
Yeah.
[phone hanging up]
[engine revving]
[sighs]
Just out of curiosity...
...how did you know to come after me?
[chuckles quietly]
Your pal Nancy reopened the investigation this week,
so it got my attention.
Mm-hmm. -So, I went to check in
on my old CI, and after some pressure,
he finally admitted that you and him
had a little man-to-man chat.
And he told you some things he should not have.
The old CI who watched you murder my wife?
It's hard to find trustworthy snitches these days.
But I'll deal with him later.
[engine revving]
I'm sick of this bullshit.
You got let me see her, just...
Hey, let me see Big Mo. -No...
Come on, goddamn it! I did my part.
I-I fucking... The prick's got a bullet in him!
He doesn't have a home to go to!
He's not at a fucking hospital!
'Cause someone knows something!
Where the hell is he?!
[Big Mo] What is this?
There's nothing I like less than a desperate cop.
I want the kid.
[Big Mo] Oh, does it look like he here?
Help me find him.
Yeah. He did leave me a clue.
Um...
[laughter]
Yeah, fuck this cracker.
This is worse for you than it is for me.
Then why you the only one sweating?
We made a deal. -Mm.
You disappear the kid and I find a body.
Yeah.
Almost seems as if it's a bad idea for a cop
to stake his entire career on a handshake
with a crooked politician and a gangster.
[laughter]
[spits]
Go fuck yourself.
[man] Who the fuck is this guy?
Toodaloo. -[door opens]
[door closes]
haunting, ethereal music
[pained groaning]
[low, indistinct chatter]
[low, indistinct chatter continues]
[dog barking in distance]
[Big Mo] Mrs. Clark,
I am so sorry for your loss.
If there's anything that I can do to...
I need a minute.
I don't want that woman in my house.
Your mom's going to get through this.
She's a strong woman.
I don't think this is the best place
for you right now, considering.
I'll call the funeral home.
Anything you need, it's covered.
You take care of your family.
Desire take care of you.
So the money that killed my brother
is supposed to bury him now?
Man, I... -I got to get back to my mom.
[Rudy] 41-27. Still no gunshot wounds reported?
[dispatcher, over radio] 41-27.
One, but not a match to the bus station vic.
41-27, roger.
Which hospital?
[phone rings]
Security.
This is Detective Rudy Cunningham.
I'm looking for a suspect who took a shot at me tonight.
You've got a John Doe gunshot vic, just came in,
Hispanic, male, 40s.
Can you confirm this description for me?
Yeah, I'll check the ER.
[monitor beeping rhythmically]
[security guard] Who called this in?
I did.
He look Hispanic to you?
Must've been a clerical error.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
[security guard] Yeah, this gunshot victim we got in.
He's a Black teenager.
I'm on my way.
[tires squealing]
[insects chirping]
[distant thunder rumbling]
Who else was involved? Huh?
Who helped you?
How much time do you think you'll do for killing me?
Life? Probably.
Hell, death possibly.
It's premeditated.
Don't worry about me.
I'm getting pretty good at this.
Really? -Yeah.
Well, I already told Nancy Costello
that you were the one who killed my wife.
So she'll know that this was you.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Michael] Being in prison as a former judge
[straining] is no picnic,
but it's nothing like being a former cop.
The things you did to people like KJ,
well, let's just say it's gonna be...
[grunting]
It's not gonna be good to be you.
Just answer me this one question.
If your confidential informant didn't know that Robin
was coming to the corner store that night,
then how did you know?
Keep thinking about all those victims
who were in your courthouse hoping for justice
but instead having to watch your bleeding heart
set criminals free.
Scum, drug dealers, killers, with long rap sheets
who somehow slipped through the justice system.
We catch them, you release them.
intense orchestral music
[indistinct P.A. announcement]
[handcuffs rattling]
Wait, wait, what are you doing?
I'm restraining him.
He's unconscious.
He's the suspect in a shooting, hence the handcuffs.
He's a victim of a shooting, hence the gunshot wound.
Ma'am, step aside.
Unlock him. -You heard her.
I don't answer to you.
He's my patient. As soon as he's stable--
Have the doctor call me. I'll unlock him then.
[nurse] I'm not chasing you down for those keys.
[security guard] Sorry, ladies.
Lee.
You have to unlock this kid, now.
Hey. Hey.
[guard and nurse continue talking indistinctly]
I'm here.
[weakly] What's happening?
You're at the hospital.
You lost a lot of blood.
You'll need surgery, but you're gonna be okay.
They know who I am?
No. I'm working on keeping it that way.
I'll be right back.
You can have a doctor on life, but you cannot--
I am that young man's attorney,
and I'm gonna file a civil suit against this whole hospital
and make you a named defendant
unless you unlock him right now.
[security guard] I'm just following hospital policy.
Once the patient is restrained, he remains restrained...
[gasps] -[handcuffs rattling]
Lee.
[continues indistinctly]
[panting]
[rattling]
I'm Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
I'm Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
[monitor beeping rapidly] -I'm...
I'm Eugene Jones! Eugene Jones!
I'm Eugene Jones!
[intense music]
-[dialogue inaudible]
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck.
[phone ringing]
How's my favorite detective?
Eugene Jones is alive.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure. I shot him tonight, but, uh...
he got away. -Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.
- Where is he now? - In a hospital!
Everyone's about to find out!
Charlie? Like...
Hey, what should we do?
Charlie!
We are so fucked!
chilling, dark music
Who's "we"?
What?
[Charlie] You're the one who found the dead body.
You're the one who took credit
for cracking a case you didn't solve.
Sound like you in your car.
Yeah.
I suggest you keep on driving.
[dramatic music]
[music intensity builds]
[flames crackling]
[labored breaths]
It's crazy...
...how little say we get -[thunder rumbles]
in the biggest moments of our lives.
When they come for you,
know that it's my death that led them to you.
Yeah, I don't know.
Disgraced judge with a dead family...
[thunder rumbles]
He already tried to off himself when he was in prison.
No, I think that your suicide
is going to feel tragically believable.
Here. -[grunts]
Let's just get your prints on here.
[gunshot]
[gunshot echoes]
[Beckwith sighs]
There were only two of us involved,
but just so you know...
...I was the one that got her.
"Because I could not stop for death,
he kindly stopped for me."
Afraid so.
[gunshot]
[Michael exclaiming]
[Beckwith moaning]
[moaning continues] -[Michael] Oh, God. Oh, my God.
[Beckwith screaming]
God, how did you even know where to find me?
The phone, Olivia gave you.
I've been tracking you since you left the station this morning.
[muffled screaming]
[coughing weakly]
Come on. -Thank you.
[distant thunder rumbling]
[handcuffs clicking]
[grunting quietly]
He killed her.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. Costello.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
He said there was another cop involved.
[Nancy] Let me see that.
That looks pretty nasty.
[sniffs]
You want me to call an ambulance?
Yeah?
You got a name for me?
Who you working with?
[scoffs]
You know, I think I got more time here than you do.
Christ.
[clears throat]
Detective Costello, 41-41. Requesting EMS.
My location for a code three for a gunshot victim.
Does that hurt?
Really looks like it hurts.
[screaming]
Who is it?!
Fuck you. Fuck you.
[scoffs] Yeah, fuck you, too.
Which one's yours?
Uh, that one.
[sniffs]
Passcode?
[screams]
[phone clicks]
Great, thanks for your cooperation.
[sighs]
What is it?
Looks like when this asshole's in trouble,
he calls one guy, all night long.
[grunting]
Hey, it's Costello again.
You'll find the gunshot victim
just northeast of his car.
He's the one who's hugging a fence.
[low, indistinct chatter]
somber music
[low, indistinct chatter]
[chatter quiets]
[sniffling]
[crying]
[sighs] Okay.
I should have fought harder to flush that poison
when I had the chance.
Me, too. -No.
It's not on you.
Nah. It's on Big Mo.
She care more about that fucking club
than her own people.
Just be with your family.
I'll keep you and yours in my prayers.
All right?
Hey.
She can't get away with this shit forever.
Mmm, mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
Good.
[deep inhale]
Mmm.
You got to try this.
What's with you tonight?
[mumbles] I don't know.
I just, uh...
feel free. -[Gina] Oh.
Is that why you let Frankie go?
Carlo, is Phillip Calabri still in the hotel?
He should be.
Can you get him on the phone, please?
[Gina scoffs]
Frankie was head of this family's security
and I don't think we've been particularly secure.
And you didn't feel the need to consult me?
I have a pretty good idea how you feel about Frankie.
Oh, I see.
And Fia?
You're just gonna let her go as well?
He's on.
Jimmy?
Mr. Calabri.
Well, I've considered your family's proposal.
Here's my counteroffer.
Our docks can be made available to you
the day your investment is made,
but once the Baxter District is complete,
so too then is our arrangement.
That is my best, and final.
And I'd like your answer now.
Good.
We have a deal.
Fia will come back.
She has nowhere else to go.
[Baby Rocco crying]
[shushing]
[crying continues]
[Jay] Fia?
Hi.
Is everything okay?
Um, motion is the only thing that might
put him to sleep right now, so I'm just, um...
Okay, don't let me get in your way.
I'm cancelling the baptism.
[crying continues]
[Jay] Okay.
Thank you for coming down here to relay that information.
Can I make an observation?
Yeah.
Most people...
don't come to church in the middle of the night
to talk about something that could be handled over the phone.
When we got in the car tonight, I thought,
"I'm getting the hell out of here and I'm never coming back."
[crying continues]
And then it dawned on me:
A 17-year-old single mom.
I haven't finished high school.
Where am I gonna go?
Well, you found your way here.
Yeah, I have to escape my family.
This is the one place they wouldn't look.
The perfect hiding place for a heathen.
What happened?
Same thing that always happens.
You know my family.
I think I met all of them, yeah.
No, I mean...
you know who they are.
[crying stops]
Yeah.
They would never let me leave.
Especially now.
[quietly] Let's see.
[sighs]
Thank God. Sorry.
No.
I'm trapped.
And it doesn't matter because I have nowhere else to go.
[Jay sighs]
You know, my dad was overbearing, to say the least.
He's a carpenter. -Oh, like Jesus.
[laughs]
That's about the only thing they had in common.
Anyway, I, uh, I worked for him for several years.
And then, one day,
I said I wanted to do something different.
And he laid out
how bleak my future would be
if I didn't have him to support me.
His was the only house I ever lived in.
He provided me with everything.
I was petrified to leave.
But there was one place...
...I knew I belonged.
Wow.
You really do pick your moments and then try to proselytize.
[chuckles] My point is, Fia,
is if you look at who is in your life...
...you may find that you do belong someplace,
even if it's not the place you've always been.
[Baby Rocco fussing]
[shushing quietly]
[Baby Rocco crying] -[quiet shushing continues]
[crickets chirping]
[Nancy] All right, looks like he's getting ready to split.
Stay here.
Wait. -Stay here.
Be careful.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[door creaking]
[officer over radio] Car number 292,
northeast corner of Hunt and 25th Street.
[indistinct police radio chatter continues]
[officer 2 over radio] Circling back right now.
Can I get some backup? -[Rudy rummaging]
[indistinct police radio chatter continues]
[Nancy] Where you headed, Rudy?
[sighs]
That boy never should've come back to New Orleans.
What boy?
Rudy, what the fuck?
Put your fucking hands up!
I had a conversation with Beckwith.
You probably found it pretty fucking amusing,
watching me try to figure out who killed Robin Desiato.
Congratulations, I guess,
but you're a couple years too late.
Goddamn it, Rudy. Put your fucking hands up!
You want to stop me, you're gonna have to kill me.
I don't have a problem with that.
Did you order her hit?
She should've just let it go.
How'd you know she was gonna be in the store that night?
Because I got a phone call.
The same phone call I always get when there's a problem.
Like when a judge's car needs to be disappeared.
Who?
[Rudy] I know you probably won't believe me,
but back in the day, I was a really good cop.
I took pride in my work. I believed in what I was doing.
You kill people, for money.
I'm not all bad.
You're a son of a bitch.
[breathes deeply]
I know something's got to happen here.
But I'm not going to prison.
Don't move!
[gunshot] -[gasps]
Oh, Jesus. -[dog barking in distance]
Oh, my God.
tense, brooding music
Oh, shit.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
[door opens]
Michael.
He's dead.
[distant siren approaching]
He shot himself.
Did he say anything?
[fire crackling]
I'm finding your tranquility rather irritating.
[cell phone ringing]
Oh, it's Cusack.
[Jimmy] Did you find the boy?
He was shot earlier tonight.
He's in the emergency room being prepped for the O.R.
Is he gonna die?
He's expected to recover.
[Jimmy] And what happens then?
We place him under arrest.
We're here now. -[Jimmy] Okay. Okay.
No. You're happy with that result?
Well, I am happy the threat's been neutralized.
I'm gonna try Fia again.
[Fia, recorded] Hey, it's Fia. You missed me.
Leave a message. -[line beeps]
I want my child and my grandchild back!
Carlo.
You've been trying to prove yourself for a while now.
I know. -Mm-hmm.
You're strong, decisive. That can be very valuable.
We need someone right now with fortitude.
Someone we can trust with our lives.
Can you be that for us now?
[chuckles]
Yes.
Yes, I can.
[Carlo chuckles]
Carlo, go downstairs and get the car.
Uh, yeah.
[door opens]
[door closes]
My boy needs his rest.
And I don't want to see you at the house
unless Fia has come home.
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[door opens]
[door closes]
Come up with something better than "one bad apple."
"I am deeply remorseful to learn that a decorated member
of the New Orleans Police Department
would falsify information and conspire to defraud the public
in the interest of advancing his own career.
But I remain confident that the actions
of one unscrupulous officer..."
[fingers snap] -"...is in no way a reflection
of our brave men and women in uniform."
[Michael] Charlie.
Zeke, give us a minute.
Rudy Cunningham is dead.
I know.
He was your friend?
Well, uh... I knew him. Uh...
When I asked you to get rid of my car,
that's who you called, right?
Yeah.
He had Robin killed.
It turns out that Robin was killed
because she was investigating dirty cops.
It wasn't a random act of violence.
It was a hit.
And before Robin left the house that night,
I overheard her make a telephone call.
Michael.
And that call was to you, wasn't it?
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She wanted to know if I had any contacts
in the police department.
And you called Rudy Cunningham?
Well, I-I called the guy I call.
Well, uh, I was trying to help her.
I had no idea that-- -You didn't connect those dots?
If I had known, uh, I would have come forward with it.
I'm sorry, Michael.
Me, too.
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[sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
gentle music