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?

-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 just met a really cool girl.

I need a favor.

-Desiato. -We found the car.

Kofi Jones. Now he's been arrested and he's gonna pay for what I did.

The kid was Desiato 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?

No! Please. Carlo!

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!

Remove your clothes.

Shirt and pants, now.

On the scale.

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.

Last chance.

No!

Someone help me! Help me, please!

Hey, bro!

Watch out, baby. Hey!

-Do you want to get the door? -What?

-Get the door. -Okay.

I got you. You all right, sweetie? Okay, okay, okay.

Here we go.

That's it. Come on in.

Okay. Here you go.

That's it.

Just lie down.

-Oh, thank you. -Keep her warm.

There you are. That's it.

Fia? Fia, sweetheart, look at me.

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 dead.

-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? -Adam Desiato.

You knew him?

Yeah. He's a judge's son.

I'll call the father and let him know.

-Have someone meet him at the hospital. -Well, his father's inside.

Witnessed the whole thing.

D Block 413, green light.

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, 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.

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!

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...

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.

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?

Jimmy Baxter knew about the hit-and-run.

I had to protect Adam.

-When Carlo was charged with... -Carlo Baxter?

Yes. When he was charged

with killing Kofi Jones, I...

I made sure the trial was in my courtroom.

In cooperation with whom?

Jimmy Baxter.

And then you rigged the trial.

I did.

I was trying to save my son.

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.

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.

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.

Drop it, motherfucker.

Gangster my ass, Baxter bitch.

Come on!

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