Judge Me Not (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Be Careful What You Wish For - full transcript

♪ I heard 'em say chivalry
was dead, Uh huh ♪

♪ I could see it your eyes
you're scared, Uh huh ♪

♪ 'Cuz yeah there's
nothing for you here ♪

♪ Lotta skeletons
in my closet, yeah ♪

♪ Baby, destruction
is part of the plan ♪

♪ I'm your leader,
the emperor, the man ♪

♪ Imma need my
respect in advance ♪

♪ And if you get
offended, too bad ♪

♪ Too bad, so sad, you
ain't learn your lesson ♪

♪ I been through the fires,
pardon my aggression ♪

♪ Don't you see? I'm the
queen so follow my direction ♪



♪ I ate his heart
out his chest ♪

♪ Honestly, you're
mine to keep ♪

♪ Don't lie to me you'll
end losing your life ♪

- All rise.

The court is now in session.

Judge Jay Johnson presiding.

♪ I'll burn it

♪ 'Cuz I'm the heart eater

♪ I'm the heart, baby,
it's a dinner date ♪

♪ Imma eat your soul
I-soul I-soul I... ♪

- Mr. Johnson.

In the matter of the
State versus Johnson.

I find the defendant...

Excuse me.



Excuse me.

In the matter of the
State versus Johnson,

I find the defendant...

Huh!

In the matter of the
State versus Johnson...

defendant...

- Damn.

- Are you okay?

- No.

- Choking or falling?

- Ah, choking.

Sort of.

- You're worrying about nothing.

- Huh?

Easy for you to say.

You're not the one
walking into the storm.

- You know you got this, right?

- What the hell have I done?

- Exactly what you wanted to do.

- Did I make a mistake?

- No, you made your move.

Now you have your business.

- You love me?

- Yes, I love you.

You know what that means?

I, I need you to say it.

- You have me.

Nothing can touch me.

- Exactly.

So at the risk of
lighting you up.

- I'm taking my meds.

- As prescribed.

Damn Jay, how are you gonna
get a handle on this thing?

If you can't stick with a doctor

long enough to get
a real diagnosis?

You just get them to
give you pills and you

take 'em however you want.

- I'm handling it.

I don't need a label to
tell me what's happening

inside of my own head.

- Hm.

Coward.

- Who's labeling who now?

- Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

You don't control me.

I control me.

I'm gonna in there today

and I am gonna run shit

because I am the Judge...

Zelma Jay Johnson.

♪ That sweet mornin' dew

♪ I took one look at you

♪ And it was plain to see

♪ You were my destiny

♪ With arms open wide

♪ I threw away my pride

- Oh my god. Not again.

- I need to talk to you.

- Go away!

- What'd I tell you?

- I don't know how to
make him stop, okay?

I don't want him here either.

- I need to talk-

- Get on outta here!

- I need to talk to her!

- Get outta here
before I get out there

and kick the fuck out you.

Hey, hey, you're
not comin' in here!

- Open the door!

- No! No.

- I just need to talk to her!

- Your dad would beat
his ass already, Bo!

- I got this, I
used to beat his...

Ah!

Motherfucker!

Come here!

- I just need to talk to you.

- I'll beat your motherfucking-

- Get off me!

Get off me!

- Hi, yes, yes, I need
you to come to the Bistro

because he's here again.

- Get the fuck out my store!

- Let go of me! I
need to talk to her!

- Just across the street!
Get here as soon as you can!

- Get away from
me! That's my wife!

- I'm gonna beat
your motherfucking-

- Go ahead! Go ahead!

I'm not leaving
until I talk to her.

- Do not do that! Do not
do that. Look they're-

Finally.

- Get off me! Fuck
off me goddammit!

Something wrong with
this motherfucker!

It's the third time this week.

Get his motherfucking
ass outta here!

- Beth, I don't even know
why you won't talk to me.

I don't even know what I did.

- See? There's something
wrong with that motherfucker.

Arrest him!

- This is just a
misunderstanding,

we can work through this.

- No, there's, there's
nothing to work through, okay?

I- I-Yes, I let you
take me out for a drink.

That's it.

- What're you doin'?

You're not supposed to be
takin' him out for drinks...

You're supposed to be
getting a restraining order!

- Look, I felt
bad for him. Okay?

I- I-It was just a
drink, and I'm sorry!

I have two jobs and
I have three kids

and I don't have all
day to just go sit

at a courthouse and wait
for a piece of paper

that clearly isn't
gonna do anything!

I'm sorry. What do
you want me to do?

- You're not helping
the situation.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Well, I guess we
gotta take him in again!

Come on.

- That's right, get him
the fuck outta here.

- Beth...

- Come on!

- I told you not to fight!

Why you always
leave the door open?

Imma change the locks
on your ass again.

- And who you gonna
get to pick the locks?

When you're locked out?

- Hmph.

- Hmph.

- Hmph.

- So guess it would
be wrong for a brother

to ask for some
breakfast this morning.

Hm?

Okay.

I'm gonna let you pass today

because it's your
first day and all,

but let's not make
a habit of it.

- Can you make some coffee?

- So that's my job now too?

- It's just coffee. I
swear to God if you do it

your dick won't fall off.

- Why can't you just
say regular shit

like everybody else?

- I ain't regular.

- Mm!

I know that's right.

C'mere Judge bae.

- What?

Stop!

- Don't answer it.

- It's my mom.

- And?

There's nothing
going on over there

that can help us over here.

See? Problem solved.

- She's just gonna say,
'I'm worried about today.'

- Hey, everybody would be
worried about their first day.

Now she just fucking with us.

- All right, um, maybe
something's really

happening, um...

You answer it.

- You a bad chick and all but,

ain't no pussy in the world
to get me to answer that.

- You know, I would
like to think that today

out of all days you would
help me put my mind to rest.

- Your mind never rests.

But, uh...

- What?

- I have an idea.

- Mm?

- Mm.

Lemme take you to the back,

and dick you down.

- Dick don't solve everything!

- Might don't solve,
but it sure does soothe.

- Bye!

- Where you goin'?

- Oh! What...

Darryl.

Stop!

I'm not playing with ya.

I'm not playin' with you.

What're you doin'?

Put your clothes back on.

Don't take off your shirt.

Don't take off your, oh!

Stop...

♪ And when she thought
that I lose control of it ♪

♪ Simple lady yeah
you know I'm it ♪

♪ With money in my pocket ♪

♪ Money in my pocket,
money in my pocket uh huh ♪

♪ That's the only thing I see,
but let me tell you the truth ♪

♪ I been around your [indistinguishable]
and it's bad at you ♪

♪ So why don't you come sit on
my lap while the DJ run it bare ♪

♪ And show me what you do

♪ Ya eyes tell me you want
it, your body sayin the same ♪

♪ So don't fight the feelin' that's
running girl, Whatchu gonna do? ♪

♪ So you free til we meet in
the front of this two seat ♪

♪ [Indistinguishable] and when
she thought I lost control of it ♪

- Where is it? Hm?

Where is it?

Where is it?

- What the fuck?

- What's goin' on?

- Where is it?

- What?

- What are you talking about?

- I want my money!

- What money, old man?

Ain't nobody take
nothing from you.

- Yes, now can you
leave her alone please?

- Richard, I told you
they didn't take anything.

- How the fuck you know?

You can't even
read a spreadsheet.

- Have you talked to Jay?

- She ain't gon' help.

- What does that mean?

- Exactly what the fuck I said.

- Look, I'm gonna
give Jay a call

and have her give you a call.

- Yes, please call Jay
and can you get out

so we can get dressed, please?

- Please!

- You telling me to get the
fuck out. This is my house.

See you got the young man
right here closest to the door

so she can, or whether, where
he can protect your punk ass.

- Excuse you?

- I hope one of you
young men wore a condom.

- All cell phones, wallets,

anything in your
pocket goes in the bin.

Stay in a single file
until I move you forward.

Empty your wallets. All keys.

Any valuables, any
phones, put in the bin.

E!

- What's going on?

- Take this for me.

I seen the new judge.

- I gotta help Penny Street.

The people coming outta
Spangler's courtroom.

- Ah, just do it, man.

I won't be long.

- If I get a whole lot
of crap from Spangler.

I'm sending it straight to you.

- I'm not scared of her.

Step up.

- Welcome to a municipal
court, your Honor.

- Hi.

- Hi, I'm Jim.

I'm Chief Martins Bailiff.

Follow me.

Never seen a race
as close as yours.

What'd you win by? Three
votes or something?

- Six. Don't short change me.

Is it always like this?

- It's always a mad house,
but this is unusual.

- Oh!

Well, what is his deal?

- That's Larry Still.

He's a loopy army vet type.

Pitiful guy.

See that woman next to him?

- The one with the big scarf?

- Yeah.

That's his sister.
Both of them are crazy.

Runs in a family, I guess.

- Oh, who are you telling?

- What's up Gus? They
got you working today.

I gotta say you got everybody
around here a little shocked.

You're the first female
black judge here. And at 31.

- Starting behind
the eight ball battle

because of the recount.

I didn't get certified
until last week.

I didn't get to come
in early and acclimate.

- Martin's aware. He's only got
you doing motion work today.

You'll be okay.

We're glad you're here though.

We've been short
a judge a while.

Barbara's got our
work cut out for ya.

- Barbara, that's the
clerk of courts, right?

- Yeah.

Air traffic control's
got nothing on her.

She keeps this place together.

- You know I can take a
docket. Looks like you need me.

- Alan was very clear
on what he wanted.

Besides, who wants this,
kind of, trial by fire?

- It's the only
kind I know about.

- Didn't you come
from corporate law?

- Yeah.

Sorry. Uh. Where's the ladies?

- Oh, bathroom's right there.

And I'll give you five minutes.

- Yeah. Thank you.

Judge Spangler, right?

- Yes.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. I just,
uh, got some news.

That's all. A bit of nothing.

So, uh...

interesting campaign you ran.

- Thank you.

- It was smart. The way
you hit all those churches.

- That's, uh, worked the edges.

- So you praying Christian
or just a politicking one?

- You worried about my soul?

- Not my place.

And, be careful when
you take the bench.

You don't wanna roll over
the bottom of your rob.

You'll face plant.

Welcome aboard.

- So sorry, Judge.

- Be more careful.

- So sorry.

- No shortcuts.

You got this.

You think she has
a problem with me?

- Yep.

Then again, she has a
problem with everybody.

- Oh.

- You wanna see if
the judge is in?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

And this is your office.

- Oh wow.

Look at these huge windows.

- Nice.

- I need some big curtains.

Is that mine?

Oh wow.

- And this is Jean.

- Judge Zelma Jay Johnson.

So very nice to meet you.

- It's nice to meet you.

- Well, Judge Graves has
been like a five year old

on Christmas Eve
waiting to see you.

Come on, let's go meet him.

- Yeah.

- Next, empty your pockets

Here's your receipt for it,
we'll put it in the camera.

Next.

Can I trust you
to keep this off?

- Yeah.

- Don't let anyone see it.

- Okay.

- Do me a favor,
talk to Barbara.

Let her know I need
more clean checks.

Let the cabinets getting for.

- What are you gonna do?

- You gotta let a
few of them through.

- You know, people are
gonna end up seeing that.

Some have them, some don't.

- Got a better plan?

- All right, keep it moving.

- Keep it off. Make
sure no one sees it.

- Judge...

Judge!

- Oh, it's you! Jay Johnson.

I've been waiting for you.

- Judge Graves.

- Howard. Howard.

Have a seat.

I hear your husband was
your campaign manager.

- Yeah. I couldn't have
done it without him.

Yeah. You know he's
lived in Atlanta forever,

so he understands
these streets. Yeah.

Might have been. He's
not in them anymore.

- You can't judge a man
about where he was born.

Only by what he did
and why did he's there?

- Yeah.

- I heard you speak at
the Republican club.

You said everything
they wanted to hear

without saying anything at all!

That's what I knew
you were a bad bitch!

- Judge!

Judge, we talked about this.

- Y'all worry too much.
She knows what I mean.

Don't ya sis?

- Best part of my day so far.

So who
have you met so far?

- Judge Spangler.

- She can be a little prickly.

- Hm.

- But, but it's not her fault.

She's alone and fat and
no one let her forget it.

- Judge.

You know they don't use
the term "fat" anymore.

Heavy set, if you have to
say it, but then again,

is there a reason for
you to say it at all?

- How is she gonna know
what I'm talking about

if I don't say it? She's fat.

Hell, I'm fat!

You know, I'm a man
so people don't care.

I'm retiring in two
years. Count 'em one, two.

What are they gonna do to me?

- We need to get back
to arraignments now.

We gotta move these
people outta here.

Look, I know Alan
wanted you to dive into

the backlog of motions,

but I'm calling an audible.

Are you ready to take
arraignment docket?

- Thank God.

- Judge, can she
have Jean for today?

- Anything for ol' sis.

- Jean won't let you
screw anything up.

You haven't been
sworn in, have you?

- No.

- Judge, I'm gonna need you
to do that for me, please.

- Oh, I'd be glad to.

Jean, can you get me
a bible up in here?

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, you raise your right
hand and repeat after me.

All right. Jay Johnson.

- Where's Officer Mercer?

- Called in sick.

- What about Smith?

- Fired him two weeks ago.

- Get whoever we have outside
to handle the overflow.

- Are you seeing what I'm
seeing? They're grouping up.

- I know. Get Elton out here.

Have him wrangle some. You
stay on top of the rest.

- You want us to
wrangle by color, right?

I can have Elton take
care of his people

and then I take-

- I need you to
do what I ask you

to do without a whole
lot of commentary.

How about that?

- All right.

- Let me help you with that.

- Thank you.

- Nervous?

Oh, don't be, you got this.

- There you go.

You look great.

I love it. How do you feel?

- Ah, good.

- Great.

So you're comfortable
with the procedure? Yeah?

- I have it. I do.

Looked at those
other courts to, um,

not only to make sure
I knew how it was done,

but also to assess
different approaches.

- Judge, I'd love to hear
all about it another time.

Right now we gotta plea
them and street them. Okay?

Rule on all of the small
no contest, and guilties.

And then send the
more complicated ones,

mostly domestic violence for
pre-sentencing evaluation.

Okay?

Now judge, of course you
can do is you please.

But that's just the flow
of things here, okay?

All right, let's go.

- All rise for the
honorable Judge Jay Johnson.

- Shit!

Uh oh.

- Judge please.

Seven, pound, red, seven, blue.

Got it?

- Good.

Cause I can't be up here
all day trying to figure out

what's wrong with the
button you pushed.

Let's start on an easy one.

- Thank you.

- Case number 645273.

Alison Baker.

- Ms. Alison Baker,

you've been charged with driving
while under the influence.

Sorry.

Ms. Allison Baker,

you've been charged with driving
while under the influence.

It is a first degree
misdemeanor punishable

by a maximum of six months
in jail and a $1,000 fine.

Do you understand the
nature of the charges?

- I do.

- Judge. We'd like to
enter a plea of not guilty.

- Good. I'll accept that plea.

- Judge, we're two months
out on pre-trial dates.

- Does counsel waive time?

- Indeed, we do, your honor.

- Great.

Step over to the deputy
clerk and get your date.

Next?

How'd you get
your phone in here?

- You better watch
your damn mouth.

Why the fuck you
worried about my phone?

Mind your business.

- Judge.

You need to say something to
threaten them with contempt.

Something.

Whatever you say, sell it.

I only have one officer here
and he's with the prisoner.

- What you want to do?

- You know what?

- What the fuck you want to do?

- Hey.

- Hey, you in the back!

I don't wanna hear another word

coming from either one of you

unless you're answering a
question from me or my staff.

And the next word that
comes outta your mouth

will send you straight to jail.

You got that?

Lemme see, you
nod, emphatically.

- Nicely done.

You have kids?

- No, but I got a whole ass
family that acts like that.

- All right. Case number 6547...

- Yo. Dre, get your boy, man.

How many times you
gonna text her?

- Til I catch her.

This is a woman you keep.

Something you wouldn't
know nothing about.

- See? Least you got
somebody to text.

N♪♪♪♪, you ain't got
no hoes in your phone.

- No bitches.

- I got five, six bitches
I could call right now.

Both of your mamas included.

- I bet none of 'em answer
for your ass either.

- All right, all right.

I ain't got no
bitches, all right.

But at least I ain't
sending up hella texts

to a woman who ain't
sending back no bubbles.

- n♪♪♪♪, she out there doing
something new and deep, man.

She need to know what
I'm here for her.

- But you-

- Got a woman you couldn't
get anywhere near.

- That's a fact.

- You handle your business
and I'll handle mine.

- Yeah. All right, n♪♪♪♪.

- Get your man some
bitches. He hurtin'.

- Hell D, I think this
man allergic to bitches.

- Allergic to bitches
lying with y'all all day.

Simp ass n####s.

- And that's final.

You just
had to sit across from me.

I can sit
wherever the fuck I want.

Ay!

What did I say?

The next person that I
hear talking out of turn

will go straight to jail.

You got that?

- Hey, you got your phone?

- I got it. Send out
a text, see who's up.

- Oh, so you got your phone?

- And?

- Judge,

we've gotta get this
guy in the box next

and free up that officer, okay?

- Okay.

- Case number 5467S18.

- The heck happened to you?

Has he seen a doctor?

- He's fine, your Honor.

Looks worse than it is.

- Judge. All I wanted
to do was talk to her.

- We'll get to that.

But what I wanna know first is
do you need to see a doctor?

- I'm fine.

This is all a big mistake.

- You've been charged
with resisting arrest,

aggravated menacing, stalking,
and domestic violence.

All charges are first
degree misdemeanors,

each punishable by a maximum
of six months in jail

and a $1,000 fine.

- Uh. Your Honor, my client
wishes to plead no contest

with an opportunity to be heard.

- I'll accept your plea of no
contest to all of the charges.

Mr. Prosecutor,

can I have a recitation
of the underlying facts

supporting the charges?

- Mr. Anderson was
tapping on the glass

at Bo's Cajun Bistro and
entered the premises.

- And?

- Well, that's it.

- Ask for the police report.

- Just read me what you
have on the police report.

- The owners call the police

and Mr. Anderson
resisted arrest.

- And what does the police
report say about the resisting?

- Well, it's a big brief.

- Back the fuck up!

- You know you got
a smart ass mouth.

- Fuck that supposed to mean?

- You know what it means.

- That's it? It just says
resisted, no explanation.

Do you have Mr. Anderson's
arrest record?

- Your Honor, we have 75
people to arrange this morning.

I can't-

- So what am I
supposed to do here?

Hmm?

- This man have a history
of bothering women.

- I didn't know
those other women,

but Beth and I are married.

- They're not, he's confused.

- So let me get this straight.

So what you were
saying to me is that

they were not in any kind of
intimate relationship at all.

- No, your Honor.

- So then why are you charging
him with domestic violence?

- Well, that one may have
been a bit of a stretch,

but I'm willing to
dismiss that charge.

- Help me out here,
Mr. Prosecutor, what are we doing?

- Look, your honor,

I thought I had a judge that
that knew something about-

- Is one of the
arresting officers here?

Is the complaining
witness here? Anything?

Uh. No.

Ms. Myers didn't have time
to come to court today, so...

but this guy has a
mental health issue.

He's a constant menace.

Police get called
on him all the time.

- I can't just take
your word for it

and convict him for
everything you charged him

and completely ignore the
fact that you can't even

articulate any
evidence to support it.

- Why don't you just
hand it over, man?

What is your problem?

- Y'all need to back up.

- Come on guys.

- Get your hands off me, man.

- You've pled guilty to all
the charges, Mr. Anderson?

Now I have to take the
prosecutor's word as to what

occurred. And if I do, then
what he stated is the basis

for a loitering charge.

I can imagine that
we have enough

for the disorderly
conduct as well.

- The city dismisses the rest.

But we ask that a protection
order on behalf of Ms. Meyers,

be part of any
probationary conditions.

- Mr. Anderson,

I find you guilty of loitering
and disorderly conduct.

Now, I'm gonna send you
the probation and schedule

a sentencing date.

What I want is an
update and a report

on what is going on with you.

And maybe we can stop
this merry-go-round.

The prosecutors is saying
that you have with women.

As a condition of
bond, however you are,

to stay at least 500 feet
away from Beth Meyers.

You cannot go within 500 feet
of her place of employment

or her home.

Now, I'm not sure at all what
happened to you out here.

But the fact of the matter is,

just because you did something
wrong does not mean that

anyone can do anything to you.

And I hope that the city has a
look into what happened here.

That said, I want to remind you

and make this very, very
clear, Mr. Anderson.

Beth Meyers is no longer
a part of your life.

You go anywhere near
her, and I mean anywhere,

you are going straight to jail.

- Sorry, I guess I
just got carried away.

- No, carried away
is what you'll be

if you go anywhere
near Beth Meyers.

She's a finished
story in your book.

You understand me?

- I promise.

- Hey!

Hey!

- Judge. Judge! Judge!

We gotta go.

We gotta move faster
than that guys courage.

- Get to your chambers.

- Oh shit!

- Come on. Get up.
Get up. You're okay.

Judge.

Help her out?

- Sorry.

- Selma Jay Johnson,
nice to finally meet you.

- Chief Judge Allen. It's
the easy first day, huh?

- Yeah yeah yeah.

- I wanted to be there
to swear you in. But I...

Nevermind.

- Guys. Seriously.
Get to your chambers.

Get to your chambers now!

- Let's go.

- You gonna spend
the rest of the night

falling into that bottle?

- It's my house.

- You say that
shit all the time.

- It's always true.

- Would it kill you to
treat me like, I dunno...

A person?

You take every
opportunity you get

to make me feel like...

- Like, like...

- Oh mm mm!

Oh, you got a lot of nerve.

You're a special boy
with messy taste.

- Well...

- Ah! Be careful
how you treat me.

Who you gonna find that
you don't have to pay

to do the shit
that I do for you?

- You would be amazed when
you hear the wrong answer.

You may not be on
my hard drive yet,

but you're on your way.

Hello?

- Take care of that.

- You take care of that.

- Hey, can I just get my money?

- And gimme some too
for that attitude.

- Nah, nah. You owe me
an extra two hundred.

- I figured you the
price you quoted.

- And we did way more
shit than I agreed to!

You be here workin' underhand,
I'm getting my money,

that I made myself.

- Pay the bitch her
money. She earned it.

And gimme something
too for that attitude.

- Thank you!

- Man, y'all fuckin' weird.

Well, I sell sex
and I seen some shit.

- Well, when she leaves...

She would be like-

- Ah, I'm not going anywhere.

- We'll see about that.

- Oh. That fucking...

- Hello?

Can I get a towel?

- Jay.

Baby.

Jay!

- I'm back here.

♪ Black, black, black, black

- What are you doing?

- What it look like
what I'm doing?

- And my food will be where?

- I thought to complete
the entire bitch persona,

I would go to work, pay
all the bills, come home,

make myself some dinner and
leave you sitting there.

- All day.

All day. I've been
playing to support you.

I don't get any breakfast.
I make you coffee.

I text you all day. But you
can't do nothing but ignore.

- Bitch was busy.

- I played a good, n♪♪♪♪, so
wife could, check this out,

go and get a job to pay
less than one she has.

I'm him. And now you
can't answer the phone.

- Have you any idea what
I went through today?

- Answer my text and
I would know, but nah,

bitch was too busy.

Today was Judge
Jay's first day in court

and an all out brawl broke
out inside of the courtroom.

- What the fuck did you do?

- I didn't do anything, but
that is how my day went.

- All right, Jay.

All right.

- Is it? Is this gonna
be our new normal?

You and bitchin' and moaning

about the way that
I provide for us?

Yes, I'm making less money,

but I did that in part

so that I could spend
more time at home.

And you made it very clear

that although you
love that check

those 80 hour work weeks
left you with a lot of time

on your hands. Shall
we talk about Laquisha?

- Another hell of bullets,
I'm not looking to walk into.

- Oh my God, what do you want?

Hmm?

- What are you asking for me?

Before you answer that,

let me remind you that despite

what we let the
public to believe,

you are not my husband.

Anybody can leave at any time.

As you are so fond of saying
"no problems, no paperwork."

- How was your day?

- Not as bad as you think.

How so?

- Your food is in the fridge.

- Now that I'm being a good boy?

- Something like that.

So other than
the brawl, how was it?

- I'm not gonna lie,

that shit was
intimidating as fuck.

I mean, all that
research that I did,

it tells you what to do,

but not how to get it
done under pressure.

I mean, the first few cases
that I had, I was like,

what the heck?

But then I kind of found
my rhythm about five in,

then started it
to feel like home.

- At home?

- Mm hm.

- You?

- I don't know, I just,

it just feels like this might
be the right space for me.

Like Mr. Anderson, huh?

He's been getting
chewed up by the system

and clearly he is out there
doing the wrong thing,

but he has a lot
of mental issues

that they're not dealing with,

so they just beat him up.

But, I don't wanna be
that kind of judge.

I'm not gonna just
run them through.

- My baby.

I just got
news that a body was found

in the parking lot
of Bo's Cajun Bistro

and Ms. Beth A.
Myers was found dead

approximately one hour ago.

The owner tells us
that the suspect

had been creeping around
the restaurant for months.

Just a few hours ago.

The same Judge Jay Johnson,

put a restraining order
on him to no avail.

She was found in the parking
lot and a few blocks up,

he was found deceased with
self-inflicted wounds.

- Jay, you okay?

- Guess I just got carried away.

Babe,
what's goin' on? Babe!

Hey what's goin' on?

♪ I heard him say
chivalry was dead ♪

♪ I could see it in
your eyes, you scared ♪

♪ 'Cuz there ain't
nothing for you here ♪

♪ Lot of skeletons
in my closet, yeah ♪

♪ Baby, destruction
is part of the plan ♪

♪ I'm your leader,
the emperor, the man ♪

♪ Imma need my
respect in advance ♪

♪ And if you get
offended, too bad ♪

♪ 'Cuz I'm the heart eater

♪ I'm the heart eater,
baby, it's a dinner date ♪

♪ Imma ate your soul I, soul I

♪ Soul I, Soul I,
Soul I, Soul I ♪

♪ Think about it, dream
about it, if you wanna stay ♪

♪ Then you can't leave
now, leave now, leave now ♪