Your Honor (2020) s02e01 Episode Script

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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.
- 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.
Let's wrap this up.
D Block 413, green light.
Get up.
On your feet!
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.
No!
Someone help me! Help me, please!
Hey, bro!
Watch out, baby. Hey!
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. 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.
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, 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
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.
Wh-When Carlo was charged with
Carlo Baxter?
Yes.
When, uh, 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, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Hello, this is Lee Delamere.
Please leave a message.
Miss Lee, it's Eugene.
I-I'm in trouble. I need your help.
- No, no, no, no, no!
- Got your ass.
- Hold him.
- Stop! Get off! Hey!
Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!
You fucking my world, Little Man.
- He killed Kofi.
- Yeah.
So you took a shot and missed.
Well, you already know
what they gonna do to you.
I don't care about what they do to me.
I care about what they did.
Even if you took 'em out, what then?
What, you was gonna run back here?
Think we'd protect you?
Right, so
your problem become my problem,
which mean you the problem.
I told you to trust in my long game.
Fuck your long game.
Fuck my long game.
You got the police looking for you.
Baxters hunting you down.
And you so focused on running from them
that you ain't stop to think
what the fuck would happen
if Mo found you first.
So, what you gonna do with him?
There's only one way this ends.
I can't do this.
I hate to do this now, but can we
talk about the poll from last week?
I saw it.
It was good news.
Not anymore, it's not.
Our worst side-by-side numbers
are on public safety and crime.
Well, with the shooting,
crime is on everyone's mind.
These numbers are going to get worse.
Hey. Michael Desiato is
like a brother to me.
My godson was murdered
right before his eyes.
So don't talk to me about this
in terms of poll numbers.
Last thing I'll say.
There's a killer on the loose
and voters are scared.
Scared voters are not
Charlie Figaro votes.
Why did this happen?
- It's a senseless act of violence.
- Was it?
I know violence is a
part of this family.
Carlo killed someone. Mom, her family
I know what people think about them.
I-I've heard the stories.
They can't all be lies.
They revel in it.
But we're not like them. Right?
So, how do you do what they do?
Yeah, we've been waiting for you.
Little later than expected.
But I knew your old Al
Capone-looking ass was coming.
Search his ass.
My problem isn't with you.
But you're in my neighborhood.
If you knew I was coming,
you know who I'm looking for.
And if you knew how
thin my patience was,
you'd shut the fuck up.
See, you thought you was
gonna come down here
and bust some heads open,
and almost got your wig split.
Lucky for you, those weren't my orders.
Yet.
To have the audacity
to roll up on that house
after the shit your daddy pulled
Tell me one thing.
He don't know that you here now, do he?
- If anything happens to me
- If?
If "if" was a fifth, we'd
all be fucking drunk.
Do you know what my
family will do to you?
Well, shouldn't matter to you now.
You'd be long gone by then.
We're on our way home.
You asked me if I had
control over my men.
Now I'm wondering if you
got control over yours.
What is this?
If someone were to come
around looking for trouble,
I should assume you sent them, yeah?
I got your son.
Is that so?
Mm.
Like I said before,
young men are so impulsive.
You tread very carefully right now.
Oh, if I wanted to kill him,
he'd be dead.
But he came to my house uninvited,
swinging around his little dick.
But given our situation,
I'm willing to overlook all that
to avoid a war that neither of us need.
And in case I didn't make it clear,
this is a courtesy call.
You handle your boy,
I'll handle mine.
Time's up, Little Man.
- I got you. I got you.
- Carlo.
Wait
Hi, Mr. Desiato. I don't know
if you remember me
I do. I remember you, Fia.
Are you okay?
I write to you every month.
I know.
I have some questions.
Did Adam love me?
I don't know.
There was a lot that we didn't
get a chance to talk about.
Well, he and I became very close.
Maybe we can fill in some
of the missing pieces
No. No.
No. I
I-I won't be able to help you.
Look, I don't know if what Adam
and I had was the real thing
or if it just seems that
way now because
Adam was a terrible liar.
He didn't have that gift.
So, if he told you that he
loved you, then it was true.
Now, please
please, just stay away from me.
Please, can
Welcome, everybody, to this
year's annual prison rodeo!
While y'all are getting turned in,
don't forget to visit
the concession stand
and our three-dollar
pup-and-suds special.
Cold beer and a nice hot dog.
Get you started today.
Whoa!
No early parole for him.
Inmates Morris, Waters,
Jiménez and Desiato.
And now the event
y'all been waiting for.
Who's ready for convict poker?
Yeah!
What are you doing at this table, Judge?
Huh?
I'm here because I'm trying
to raise enough money
so that my family don't starve.
Just deal the cards.
You gonna get yourself killed.
All four contestants will play
a friendly game of cards.
Last man to remain in his
seat wins a cash prize.
May sound easy. Keep in mind,
they'll be doing it in the presence
of a one-ton bull named Malachi.
Well, looks like Malachi's
taking his time
assessing the situation.
Oh!
Who's it gonna be, folks?
That boy was on the horns of
a dilemma for a bit, there.
And we'll get him out of there.
We'll take care of him.
Hey! Hey!
Hey, boy, hey. Hey. Come on.
Hey!
Aah!
You know what the
fucked-up thing is, Judge?
It's got nothing to do with us.
The bull decides who wins or loses.
Well, this looks like we got
ourselves a winner, folks.
How about that?
Is there any word on the boy?
No, not yet.
Where's your sense of urgency?
What would you have me do?
How about we go back to the
Lower Ninth with more men
and we go get some goddamn answers!
It's not a real plan, son.
It's barely even an idea.
- Dad, I
- Think before you speak!
Think before you act.
Don't yell at him!
He's trying to protect this family.
- Look where it got him.
- Oh, so we do nothing?
He was nearly killed.
Doesn't that act demand retaliation?
That act was retaliation.
Patience is not inaction.
And violence is not a
demonstration of strength.
Well, go on.
There's an address in there.
Stay gone, Little Man.
Hey, yo, we here. Where you?
We got a problem.
Little Man got away.
You got to be fucking shitting me.
I'm-a deal with you later.
This invitation ain't
include a plus-one.
Sorry, but he outranks you on this one.
Adam Desiato was my godson.
I want to be here when
Rudy brings in the killer.
He in there?
Yeah, he's gone.
You told me I was getting the shooter.
You think I'm-a hand over a
young Black boy to the police?
So, we're out of agenda items.
- I'm done here.
- That's fine,
but you walking away don't
make our problems disappear.
- Our problems?
- Yeah.
Our problems.
I got Baxters with itchy trigger fingers
and NOPD on every goddamn
block of my neighborhood.
And you, Mr. Figaro,
you need voters to feel
safe when they go to cast
they votes next week, yeah?
Seems to me, every one of
our problems disappears
if you hand over Eugene Jones.
Am I not making myself clear?
All we need is a solved crime.
Rudy here finds another body,
one that can't talk,
to stand in for my guy.
What am I supposed to do
just find a random body
at the body store?
Yeah. Ain't never stopped y'all before.
You declare the city safe.
And I make for damn sure Eugene
Jones is never heard from again.
Well, what do you say, Detective?
Want to solve the case of the year?
It's Eugene's. He'd have it on him.
Well, if it's any consolation,
the bull was denied parole.
I've secured your release.
Yeah, well
I'm still not helping
you get Jimmy Baxter.
I can understand why you
wouldn't do it for me.
But I think you should
do it for Charlie Figaro.
Why?
Because he could be in a lot of trouble.
And if you help me,
I can make his problems go away.
I'm not doing anything
for you until I know why.
How did you get Kofi
Jones to steal the car?
I called Charlie.
Charlie Figaro?
Yes.
I told him I needed the car gone.
And he took care of it.
Now, I imagine if you had all your
faculties intact in that moment,
you would have never
implicated your best friend.
But this right here
this is the end of his career.
This is prison time.
He helped you in your hour of need.
He's 19. That's the youngest I've got.
We don't get a lot of children
that go unclaimed.
They don't look anything alike.
I don't control the inventory.
But he has gunshot wound
to the face ought to help.
All right, Eugene.
Okay. Thanks.
Looks like his own people shot him
in the head down by the lake.
Now, for a lot of us,
the words "New Orleans" have
always sounded like home.
This city is one big family,
- and we take care of our own.
- That's right.
Even when a-a brutal murder
threatens to tear us apart,
we finds a way to come together.
Thanks to the tireless work
of our police officers,
and to the cooperation of
decent and ordinary citizens,
the perpetrator has been
found and is no longer!
I said, "No longer a threat!"
If I am elected,
I will dedicate my mayorship
to the memory of my godson,
Adam Desiato.
Our search for the perpetrator
of this crime was swift,
though our security
may have been shaken,
our resolve remains strong.
Let us never forget
that this city belongs
to all of her children.
Mr. Desiato,
I know that in all likelihood
you'll never read this,
but I feel I have to write
this letter anyway.
I realize now that I never
really knew Adam.
But I feel I owe it to him
Hey. I got you.
- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.
Yes?
You made a good decision, Michael.
- I'll be in touch.
- Let's go.