Your Honor

Previously on Your Honor...

The boy you hit is Jimmy Baxter's son.

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

Robin's car, I need it to disappear.

Drop the key behind the front left wheel.

- You alone, Little Mo? - Yeah.

Good. Listen up.

Got a job for you, Kofi.

Every morning, there's her car

just sitting there.

Like a bruise.

You want me to let it go?

No. Sorry.

Wrong cop.

- Against the wall. - We found the car.

Well, that's-that's great news.

What the hell is that?

I love Vivian Maier.

Yeah, I-I really love her.

Dark, suspenseful music

You can tell me what I want to know now

or you can tell me later.

Kofi Jones knocked Rocco Baxter

off his motorcycle and left him bleeding to death

- on the roadside. - I need a favor.

- Why him? - We both know the difference

between you and a public defender.

How does the accused plead?

Guilty.

Adam.

Ah, the fields are crying out

It's Jubilee

We sold ourselves for love

But now we're free

I'm so sorry for that ghost

I made you be

Only one of us was real

And that was me

I heard the snake

Was baffled by his sin

He shed his scales

To find the snake within

But born again is born

Without a skin

The poison enters

Into everything

And I wish there was a treaty we could sign

I do not care who takes

This bloody hill

I'm angry and I'm tired

All the time

I wish there was a treaty

I wish there was a treaty

Between your love and mine

I've seen you change the water into wine

I've seen you change it

Back to water, too

I sit at your table every night

He got better.

I try, but...

Closer to the end,

the better his voice.

You got that right.

Raging against the dying of the light.

I do not care who takes this bloody hill...

Who said that?

Somebody said that, right?

I'm tired all the time...

Don't think I've seen you in here before.

I wish there was a treaty

Between your love and mine...

Unhappy ending?

Hmm?

Your marriage?

In the street, it's Jubilee

Two more here.

You got it.

Dylan Thomas.

Leland Munroe.

Good to meet you.

Only one of us was real

Hit him!

What?

Hit him, motherfucker!

Hey! Hey! Hey, come on, stop!

- Stop! - Fucking hit him.

He does that shit every night.

He's in your fucking cell, so you fucking hit him.

I'm gonna lay some truth on you, Leland.

I didn't come here tonight to drink away my pain.

I came to do something about it.

You lost me, Dylan.

I went to your gas station tonight.

Wait...

I got there just as you were leaving.

And I followed you here.

You fucking followed me?

Yeah.

My wife is cheating on me.

Oh, shit.

And I've suspected it for a while.

You know, the little things that...

- I remember. - Mm.

I remember.

20 years we've been married.

And I'm reduced to snooping around in her fucking purse.

What'd you find?

Prepaid credit card.

So I tracked the charges.

There was a $32 charge at your gas station.

October 9, 9:30 in the morning.

So she came into my station,

bought some gas, filled up.

She didn't have her car that morning, Leland. I had it.

Oh, goddamn.

You know what the next charge was on the credit card?

Hmm?

The Destiny Inn Motel.

Oh, fuck me.

Shit.

That is not a classy place.

Hourly rates.

Well, so, she paid for the motel.

She paid for the bastard's gas at my station.

Do you know who this piece of shit is?

Well, that's where you come in.

You can't hide from us, pin dick.

Any second now... 8:30.

- 8:50. - N-No. Stop, stop.

Is that him?

- No. - Huh?

You okay, Dylan?

You know what it is, you know...

You know what I can't take?

What?

- You. - Huh?

The kindness of strangers and...

It's okay.

You're a good man.

You're a fucking honorable man.

Leland, would you give me a second?

I want to get this over.

Yeah. Sure.

Sure. Yeah.

Soft, somber music

Shit.

Leland.

This saved anywhere else besides the hard drive?

Some server in the sky, maybe?

There's only one server in my sky, Dylan.

That's the big man Himself.

Nope. Nope, what you see is what I got.

Dark, pulsing music

What the fuck are you doing?

I-I'm just...

I don't know.

What's your name, son?

Adam.

Desiato.

You're related?

Is that a tough question somehow?

- He's my dad. - You know it's not cool

taking pictures of a secure facility, right?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Don't let that happen again, a'ight?

I'm thinking probably the last thing you want

is a smart lawyer fucking with you.

You made a decision to plead guilty.

I respect that.

I'm here for one reason only:

to keep the number of years down.

The sentencing range is five to 30.

There's a hell of a lot of discretion built in there.

So what's said on your behalf really matters.

Your early guilty plea helps.

Having no criminal record really helps.

Leaving a kid your own age

bleeding to death in the road...

...and then stealing the cell phone

he was trying to call 911 on,

not so helpful.

Appearances matter. It shouldn't but it does.

A good haircut and a clean shave.

And how's that gonna happen?

You've got friends in here.

Little Mo paying for you?

I'm pro bono.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Not even in Latin.

Wait. You know Latin?

Lawyer Latin.

Ever since that mean-ass judge called me "doli incapax"

when I was ten years old.

Too young to know wrong from right.

- What were you charged with? - Usual shit.

Skateboarding while Black or whatever.

Whole courtroom laughing at me.

People still call me Dolly sometimes.

NOLA PD been good to you?