Your Honor

Oh, Jesus.

Previously, on "Your Honor"...

I-I-I tried to help him, but I...

So you-you-you called 911?

I tried to.

- Help. - Hello?

I drove away.

I drove away.

Stay here, let me set this up.

The boy you hit is Jimmy Baxter's son.

Do you understand what that means?

The head of the most vicious crime family in this city.

I can keep you safe if no one ever hears about it.

Whoever you are...

wherever you are...

you will be found.

*YOUR HONOR* Season 01 Episode 02

Episode Title: "Part Two" Aired on: December 13, 2020

911. What's your emergency?

Help.

Hello? Are you there?

I can barely hear you.

Can you hear me? Hello?

We're having trouble working out where you are.

If you're in the city, hit one of the keys on your phone.

Any key.

Any key will work.

Hello?

911. What's your emergency?

Hello?

You look tired.

I haven't slept all night.

What is it, Michael?

It's, um...

Robin's car.

I need it to disappear,

Charlie.

No questions asked.

But it-it just...

can't just be sold.

Uh, it...

I mean gone.

It's got to be painful for you.

Seeing it there every day.

In the street.

Outside your home.

If you were never to see it again,

it would be harder for a day or so.

The absence.

And then...

Yeah.

Drop the key behind the front left wheel.

Give me a few hours.

I don't have a brother.

And then again...

I do.

Rudy!

Charlie Figaro. Good morning.

Hey, you still acting lieutenant or the real thing now?

That's great.

Yeah, of course I knew!

Why would I ask about it and already know the answer?

That's the first law of politics.

Thing about making lieutenant:

half the work, twice the pay.

Hey, whoa, whoa,

wait until I make you my new chief of police.

Yeah!

Hey, um...

I need a favor.

Hey.

Rudy Cunningham.

You alone, Little Mo?

Yeah.

Good, listen up.

Kofi!

What's up with you?

I got a job for you, Kofi.

What is this, Dad?

This is yesterday.

I love you.

I always will.

May I have two espressos,

- please? - Sure.

Oh! Can I ask you something?

Shotgun homes... you know, front door to back door,

straight through, right?

I mean, does that... is that always true?

Sure, I think so.

Why?

No, it just doesn't make sense.

What?

I'm sorry, no, it's a, it's a case.

A case, like a trial?

Yeah.

Okay, NOPD

busts a shotgun home in the lower ninth.

Now, the police officer is standing

at the front door, says that he saw a woman

in the bathroom hiding drugs.

But the geography doesn't feel right, does it?

Mm, are you on a jury?

Oh, no.

A lawyer?

Uh, no.

Are you a judge?

- Yes. - Hmm?

Well, you could...

- What? - No, nothing.

Well, wait a minute.

No, you were gonna say something, go ahead.

Say it.

Well... go and look maybe.

Look at-at what?

At the house.

Is that allowed?

Yes.

Yes.

You know, that is a good idea.

That is a very good idea.

Bottoms up.

Booze or dope?

Dad... Neither.

- You sure? - Yeah.

That's too bad.

'Cause I only give money to people

if it's for booze or dope.

I want who did this, Cusack.

Yesterday's flowers.

Lay them down and... say something to her.

- Dad... - Alibis fall apart, Adam.

I see it all the time.

They almost never hold up.

If you want to give yourself a fighting chance,

it has to be very close to true.

Okay, but... being here, doing this...

Months from now, if you're ever asked

where you were

or what you were doing on October 9th,

you'll have the muscle memory of what you did.

You won't have to construct the lie because you lived it.

But... yesterday was yesterday.

If the vet at the gate is ever on the stand,

do you think he remembers the date...

or the embarrassing wise-ass and his embarrassed son?

And Norma, the waitress, she knows what day it was.

It was the day Judge Desiato went down to the Lower Ninth

to check whether police officers can see around corners or not.

Today is yesterday.

What about the car?

It's being taken care of.

What-what do you mean "taken care of"?

I don't know.

And it's better that I don't know.

Just like it's better that you don't know.

And that's the truth.

Now, lay the flowers down

- and say a few words for Mom. - I can't.

Was I sad?

Did I play her favorite songs and cry my heart out?

If you won't listen to me, how can I keep you safe?

I can't fucking do it, Dad. Any of this.

Yes... you can.

You have to...

and you will.

Or we die.

Now you.

I miss you, Mom.

I really miss you.

- Morning. - Morning, Judge.

Detective Costello to see you.

Oh.

Thanks.

Judge.

Detective. Hey.

I was downstairs in section B, so...

Great. Well, good to see you.

Please, have a seat.

So, the... the message

that you left at the station yesterday.

Right. Right.

Uh, I was calling to report

the theft of Robin's car.

- Oh, God. - Yeah.

And I-I wanted it to be you

because I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

How do you mean?

Well... this isn't about a car thief.

This, to me, is a lot bigger.

See, I-I haven't been able to bring myself to...

get rid of, well, anything.

I mean, her clothes,

the article she was working on.

It's all still there. Her car.

Ah, her car.

Every morning I go out,

and there's her car... just sitting there.

Like a bruise.

It's funny.

The car thief actually did me a favor.