Your Honor (2020) s01e02 Episode Script

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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.
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.
Thank you.
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?
- Adam
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.
Can I be straight with you, Judge?
- Please.
- That's a load of crap.
The anniversary of her death.
I mean, he doesn't know that.
How can he know that?
But that's the thing about crime.
It doesn't give a damn
who it hurts or how or why.
You want me to let it go?
- Wrong cop, wrong woman.
- No, I-I
Robin's murder.
This robber walks into
a store with a gun.
He doesn't want to kill anybody,
but when he knows he has to,
does he ask if Robin Desiato
has a young son or not?
If she's a good person or not?
He doesn't care about her
life when he takes it.
So you know what, I don't care
what our car thief didn't
have for breakfast
or how fucked up his childhood was.
I am going to find that piece of shit.
Moola, moola, moola over mami chula ♪
'Cause all these thots will kill ya ♪
She give me good medulla ♪
Pussy smell just like petunias ♪
She got that hallelujah,
ride me like the Tchoupitoulas ♪
And she gon' ride it,
ride it, ride, ride that dick ♪
Ride it, ride it, ride,
ride that, ride that ♪
Ride it, ride it, ride,
ride that dick, ho ♪
Ride it, ride it, ride,
ride that, ride that ♪
Ride it, ride it, ride,
ride that dick, ho ♪
Ride it, ride it, ride,
ride that, ride that ♪
Ride it, ride it, ride,
ride that dick, ho ♪
Call 191
Eight Mary Lincoln Sam 769.
- Ran a red light.
- 191 acknowledged.
Eight Mary Lincoln Sam 769.
Blue Volvo. Driver ran
a red light. Stand by.
Running the plates now.
Be advised, this is a
No, no, no! Do not move!
Do-do not move! Show me your hands.
Let me see your hands. I will shoot you.
- Please don't-don't shoot me.
- Exactly where I can see them.
- Don't shoot me.
- Move towards the door.
Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming,
I'm coming, I'm coming.
I'm coming. Okay?
- Show me your hands!
- Okay, okay, okay.
Reach outside of the vehicle.
Open the car from the outside.
Right here. Right here.
Against the wall.
Up against the wall! Stretch out.
Both legs. Stretch out.
Do you have anything in your pockets
- that is going to poke me?
- No.
Do you have anything in your pockets
- that's gonna poke me?
- No, I don't. No.
191, be advised
Donald.
- The scrapyard, huh?
- I didn't do nothing, man.
Uh-huh.
Copy that.
Jesus, what the fuck?!
Where were you, man?
- What?
- Yesterday.
Um, my dad made me do a
ton of anniversary stuff.
Oh, uh yeah, your mom.
She was a great lady, your mom.
What'd you like best about her?
Probably her tits.
You're sick.
Next.
Custody. Curtis Glover.
Bench warrant.
All right.
Mr. Glover, you were supposed
to be here yesterday.
Where were you?
At my grandfather's funeral.
I'm sorry.
- How'd it go?
- He's in the ground.
The least you can hope
for from a funeral.
What cemetery was it?
St. Louis Number One.
So not actually in the ground.
Huh?
Above-ground internments only up there.
Figure of speech.
Mm-hmm.
And what was your grandfather's name?
I don't remember.
Wait, you don't remember
your own grandfather's name?
Just knowed him as Pops.
Okay, so is Pops your father's father
or your mother's father?
Father's.
Just a wild guess, then.
His name is the same as yours?
Yeah. That's it.
Nobody called Glover buried yesterday
in the city of New Orleans.
It was Baton Rouge.
It was Baton Rouge.
Do you want us to check that?
Floppy and greasy, every time.
You gonna eat that sandwich?
When do I get processed?
Who brought you in?
Well, they didn't introduce themselves.
Took their badge numbers, though.
Why would you do that?
- Come on.
- What'd you do?
Bullshit driving thing.
Alleged.
Now
wouldn't that make a lot
of paperwork for you
when I make a big-ass complaint
about some racist shit?
All to me running a red light?
Three great female photographers.
Nan Goldin, Diane Arbus, Vivian Maier.
Which of the three hides
herself most from her subject?
Speaking about great tits, huh?
Something to share, boys? Come on.
Don't be shy.
Vivian Maier had a box Kodak,
so she held it here, like this,
uh, which kind of
alters the relationship
with the subject.
I mean, the photographer isn't
holding a camera up to her face,
so she's actually
looking at the subject.
Not through a lens,
not through anything.
And if the subject sees her,
then he can look back.
Yeah, she was a true
street photographer.
I love Vivian Maier.
I mean, I I-I really love her.
You like baseball?
Sure. Why?
Take a look at my possessions.
Mariano Rivera.
Mm-hmm.
How'd you get this?
Do you care?
Desiato.
We found the car.
Hello? Judge?
Yes, I'm here, I'm here.
Um, sorry.
Well, that's-that's great news.
Where was it?
Headed down Washington.
It-it was being driven?
Mm. Yes.
You want to come pick it up?
Now?
Uh
Yes. Yes. Now would be great.
- Are you in court?
- No, no, no.
I-I have the time.
I-I'll be right there.
Hi.
It smells like dog.
Uh, yeah. Ten years of Django.
Mm.
But seems like only last week
we brought him home for the first time.
- In this?
- Yeah. Yeah.
I was just talking about it yesterday.
H-He he peed all over
Adam's lap on the way home.
And you know what he said? He said
it was "the best day of my life."
Said it then or yesterday?
Both.
In the car ten years ago and
again yesterday at the cemetery.
The kid's GPS.
On his phone, it was
set to the scrapyard.
Made me wonder if this
could be connected to Robin.
Her murder.
Get rid of her car.
But a year later. Why wait a year?
Like a message.
O-On the anniversary, I mean.
It's a hell of a coincidence otherwise.
- Judge
- I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
- I
- No, it's-it's
I-I'm okay.
I'm good.
- We're gonna need a statement.
- Sure.
"I'm the registered owner of the car,
- the last time I saw it was "
- Mm. Yes, I know, Nancy.
Sorry. Stupid.
No, it's-it's okay.
First time you called me "Nancy."
Really? I
We could do the statement now,
if you want, 'cause you're here.
Uh, well
- Uh
- Y-You know what? Another time is fine.
Okay. Fine.
So
do you have a, a name for him?
The kid who stole the car?
Oh, um, well, not with me.
You want me to get it
to you when I have it?
- Well, okay.
- Okay.
How old is he?
Young. 17.
I have a confession to make.
I
I don't know how to say this
Then just say it.
You can tell me.
I used to drive out of the
city for trail runs and-and
So as I not to have to
carry the car keys with me
while I was running, I
I got into the habit of leaving
them on top of the tire.
And it's what I do all
the time now with this car.
Yeah. We were wondering
how he got the keys.
- Mm.
- I thought, you know,
he might have even been in your home.
Oh, no. I-I don't, uh
Yeah, sorry.
Well, it might be a problem
with the insurance claim.
Oh, well.
What tire did you put the key on?
Uh, left-front.
Was this always like this?
Oh.
Well, that's hard to say,
with a car this old.
Who drove it last?
Probably Adam.
So, he knew about the, the key thing?
He did that, too?
Y-Yes. It-it just became
what we did with this car.
It's stupid, I know.
Hmm. Unlucky, too, that he spotted it.
The kid.
Oh, right. I guess.
Well, I'm gonna need a
statement from Adam, too.
"The last time I drove the car
wa " Anyway, you know.
Um
You know what, why don't I go check in
- and see where Andy's at?
- Okay.
Fuck.
There were traces of
blood on the inhaler.
Well, whose blood?
- Aye.
- Hmm.
Rocco's blood.
Anything else?
We're having the inhaler tested for DNA.
How long?
We'll go to Cusack with any results
so he can look at the police
database for a match.
How long?
36 hours.
This bird.
- What's that?
- Cleans itself every ten minutes.
Like it fucking matters.
Like anything fucking matters anymore.
Just need your autograph on this
and you're good to go.
Okay.
Thank you.
Whoa. What the hell is that?
Cusack.
You remember me?
I deal with thousands of cases.
- I
- The underwear guy.
- Right.
- You don't remember?
- Remind me.
- The defense was,
"I'm not stealing underwear
from clotheslines
'cause I'm a pervert.
I'm cleaning up the city by
removing ugly undergarments
from public view."
Yeah. Yeah, I remember now.
You found him not guilty.
His name was Arnold Thewlis.
Went on to rape three women
and a 14-year-old girl.
Stuffed underwear in their
mouths to shut 'em up
while he did what he did.
You didn't know that?
I thought you would have known that.
You try a case on the evidence.
You can't judge a man on what
you fear he might become.
Fucking traffic.
Sorry. I-I'm so sorry.
Listen, uh, uh, our car was, uh, stolen.
They got it back, but, uh, apparently,
it was, uh, involved in a hit-and-run.
Uh, so they-they have to keep
it for evidential reasons.
- Right? Yeah.
- Yeah.
And this officer gave me a ride home.
This officer needs to pee.
Right. Uh it's the
third door on the right.
- Dad.
- Just
So you drive that old beater?
Oh, uh, no, it it was my mom's.
Uh, so, thank you again.
Appreciate it.
Where we going?
Somebody speak?
I don't think so.
Shit.
Fuck!
- Got it?
- Got it.
Why did you say that
you don't drive the car?
I-I thought it would be better.
Well, maybe he and
Nancy Costello won't
Django!
Knock it off.
You said the car had been taken care of.
I thought it had.
Well, was it abandoned?
No.
Wait, some-someone was driving it? Who?
I don't know, and we
haven't got time for this.
- Dad, do-do they think
- We haven't got time for this!
His blood on your hands.
Your fingerprints in his blood
on the car door handle,
on the steering wheel,
- on the rear view mirror.
- Please make it stop.
What do you think I'm doing here?!
With every fucking ounce
of my being, I
Adam
Adam, Adam. Adam, Adam, Adam.
It's all right, it's okay.
Where's your inhaler? Huh?
Where's Hold on. Hold on.
Here we go.
Okay, sit up, sit up.
There we go, there we go.
Okay.
I have to know.
Okay.
After the accident, when
you were driving home,
did anyone see you?
Uh, the windshield.
What?
Uh, a homeless guy.
He-he washed the windshield.
Okay.
Okay. Um
What-what kind of homeless?
Fucked up?
Yeah.
Okay, good. Is that it?
I-I stopped for gas
You stopped for gas?
- I-I-I had to, Dad.
- Christ, Adam!
Did you speak to anyone there?
Did anyone see you?
Just the guy in the car behind me.
Wait-wait, what
what-what guy was this?
Did you You spoke to him?
N-No. He-he was just pissed
at me because I-I was slow
and I dropped the pump handle.
And he honked at me.
Adam, did he get a good look at you?
Shit.
- I'm sorry.
- No, it's it's okay.
It's okay, it's
One more question.
- I-I-I can't Please.
- No, I need to ask this.
I need to ask.
At the scene, after the accident,
when you couldn't breathe
did you find your inhaler?
- Yeah.
- And you used it?
Where is it now?
Okay.
Okay.
Go.
Go. Fuck.
We both know you did this.
You can tell me what I want to know now,
or you can tell me later.
The other way.
Where's the phone?
What phone?
I don't know what you're talking about.
It's always the same.
I've seen it so many times.
That relief, when you confess.
It's like finding God.
Okay.
The other way.
Hey!
Oh
Want to talk to me now?
Hello?
Adam. Nancy Costello.
Sorry to call so late.
Is your dad there?
Uh, he's out running.
Okay. Um, could you give
him a message for me?
It's a name.
Do you want to write it down?
NOPD!
- Run!
- Don't fucking move!
- Put your fucking hands up, ma'am!
- Don't shoot, don't shoot.
- I got kids. I got kids.
- Put your fucking hands up!
Don't you fucking move.
Keep those hands up.
Clear for entry, Lieutenant.
Don't you fucking move, ma'am.
Where's the phone?
What-what phone?
The phone your fucking son
stole from the boy he ran over.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Kofi Jones.
- What?
Who?
He knocked Rocco Baxter
off his motorcycle
and left him bleeding to
death on the roadside.
And now he's been arrested and
he's gonna pay for what he did.
Penny for them?
Lee.
Judge.
- Good to see you.
- Yeah, you, too.
- Yeah.
- It's Yeah.
Are you back here, in the swamp?
$80 million dollar fraud trial.
I'm not even getting my feet wet.
Eighty million is the
fraud or your bill?
Uh, would you like to sit down?
Sure.
You called me the other day.
Yes. Um
So ?
I was, uh, thinking maybe,
I don't know, we could go
out for a glass of wine?
Little Mo.
Hello?
What's good, soldier?
Just wanted to let you know
that we're looking out for
your mama and your family.
You ain't got to worry about all that.
Take the hit, little man.
Desire got your back.
What'd I do? I didn't do nothing.
You want me to plead out for
something that I didn't do?
What if I don't?
Then your mama and your family
I don't know.
Maybe then I can't
guarantee they'd be safe.
You heard me?
Stay strong, soldier.
Kofi Jones. Custody.
Come on.
We object to bail, Your Honor.
The accused resisted arrest
and has continued to be
obstructive in police custody.
The strength of the evidence
he was arrested driving
the stolen car that we know
hit and killed Rocco Baxter
is, frankly, overwhelming.
All of this means he's
a serious flight risk.
It's worth remembering,
this is a man that left
another human being
dying on the roadside.
If he can do that, he can
sure as hell jump bail.
You affiliated, boy?
Take them off.
Lower back. That's a gang tat.
Desire crew, if I'm not mistaken.
You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.
To the charge of vehicular homicide,
how does the accused plead?
Guilty.
What?
Guilty.
Let's recess.
Back in 30 minutes.
No
You didn't do this.
You didn't do this!
Why are you doing this?
No, no
Judge! Judge!
Judge, please. Judge, J-Judge, please.
- Judge, y-you a good man.
- Listen, I'm sorry.
- Judge, Judge, please.
- No, no, listen. No.
- Please help my son.
- No, i-it's not my case.
- I know, but y-you could talk to somebody.
- I There's nothing I can do.
- Then you can help.
- Look, I cannot help you!
I'm sorry.
- Please.
- I'm very, I'm very sorry.
It wasn't a hit-and-run.
It was a hit.
There's no other explanation.
Desire are coming for us.
Carlo beating up one of their soldiers.
They'd kill Rocco for that?
- These people are animals
- How many times did I tell him?
Hmm? Stay away from all
that open-air street shit.
Fucking needles and shit? Fucking
needles, fucking guns, fucking
ten-year-olds selling shit.
I'm gonna clean this city up.
I'm gonna make it fucking shine.
Yeah, he's a good soldier.
Yeah, he's not talking.
All right.
Yeah. For Charlie.
Charlie.
Rudy. We're safe.
Okay.
Lee? Lee?
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah. Uh
I need a favor.
He pleaded guilty, so it's only
a matter of the sentencing.
Why him?
Well, we both know the
difference between you
and an overworked public defender
could be measured in years.
That's not an answer. Why him?
Judge Harris,
- he just humiliated
- Yeah, I-I heard.
- Yeah, well
- Wh-Why were you there?
I was curious.
It was Robin's car that he stole.
Y-You didn't know that. Yeah.
It's weird, but
So, I-I just wanted to see the kid
and-and I-I know he
did a very bad thing,
but nobody should be treated like that.
I was ashamed of us,
of this building. It
I was humiliated by his humiliation.
And I know I can't help everybody,
but I would like to help Kofi Jones.
- This isn't easy for me.
- I know.
I know. I was there, I saw.
But you're asking me to do this,
knowing what you know about me.
I just
think it's the right thing to do.
And I thought maybe
you might think so, too.
All right.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked. I'm Really.
One condition.
When we have our glass of wine,
no law talk.
Deal.
Thank you.
Adam?