Your Honor

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.

Tell me about an experience

that's had a big impact on you recently.

I-I just met a really cool girl.

I need a favor.

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Desiato.

We found the car.

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.

Baxter's got to pay.

He will, Little Man.

The boy that they arrested...

...he died.

Fuck did you do?

Days left on your sentence, and you do this?

Oh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please.

No, no, no, no... 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.

D Block 413, green light.

Get up.

On your feet!

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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?

Wait, hold up.

Hey. Last chance.

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No!

Someone help me!

Help me, please!

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Hey, bro!

Watch out, baby. Hey!

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...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. -

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.

Fia? Fia, sweetheart, look at me.

Sw-- -

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.

Shh, shh, shh.

Where's the shooter?

He won't get far.

Where's Carlo?

He went after him.

Look, we'll find this bastard.

You ID him yet?

Uh, Adam Desiato.

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.

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green light.

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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.

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.

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. -

A big left hand from Castro!

Looks like it could be--

Raid, raid.

Raid, raid, raid!

NOPD! - Let me see your hands!

Hands up! Hands up!

Go, against the wall. Come on! -

Don't move.

We didn't do shit. - Move!

Clear. Clear.

Where the fuck is he?

Where the fuck is who?

Eugene Jones.

We know he lives here.

We need to find him.

She's resting.

Yes?

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.

I need you to find Eugene.

And bring him to me.

Now.

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...