Your Honor (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Part Four - full transcript

Tensions escalate as Adam moves from one dangerous liaison to another. Elizabeth steps in to protect her grandson. Family dinner at the Desiatos is plagued by secrets and lies.

- [weakly] Help.
- [dispatcher] Hello?

- Previously on Your Honor...
- [Adam] I hit someone

- with my car.
- Wait. I can't know this.

That kid,
the one that got killed?

- No. Adam.
- It was me.

It wasn't a hit-and-run.

It was a hit.
Desire are coming for us.

If we do nothing, we look weak.


Kofi Jones knocked Rocco Baxter

off his motorcycle
and left him bleeding

to death on the roadside.

- How does the accused plead?
- Guilty.

He's not talking.

- All right. We're safe.
- Okay.

I can't help everybody,

but I would like to help
Kofi Jones.

When we have our glass of wine,

no law talk.

Suspenseful music



- [coughing]
- [Lee] A 17-year-old

faced mock execution at
a police department black site.

Do you know what day it is

- It's Saturday.
- They are burying

Rocco Baxter, Dad.

Should I just pretend
that isn't happening?


Carlo Baxter is a vicious,

dangerous racist.

It would be cruel not to let him
be with his family

when they bury his brother.

Will you do us a favor

and move Kofi Jones?

He has to be separated.

You can't go up against
that juice and win.

Suspenseful music

I'm Kofi Jones.

Dark, suspenseful music

[gate squeaking]

somber, dramatic music

[water running]

[water stops]

We're gonna, we're gonna
be all right,

uh, but the, um...

...the boy that they arrested,

he died.

W-What happened?

I don't know.

But what I do know is this
didn't have anything to do

with what you've done
or... what I've done.

D-Did he kill himself?


- How do you know?
- I know.

How? Y-You just said
that you didn't know

- what happened to him.
- Adam.

Bad stuff happens in jail.

[water burbling]

It just does.


Of course.

Slow, solemn music




The fuck did you do? Huh?

The fuck did you do?

Days left on your sentence
and you do this?

Fucking motherfucker
killed my brother.

My baby brother.

I was taking care of it!

That's not what Mom said.

Do you know what the consent
decree is, Mr. Baxter?

We allow one of our inmates
to be killed

at the hands of another,
and the federal government

can come right on in here
and take over.

I am not turning over my jail

to the goddamn
District of Columbia.

- That would be, uh...
- Un-American.

There's no homicides in my jail.

- Fuck you mean "homicide"?
- [shushes]

You're well enough, I suggest
you go on back to Angola

and serve out the remainder
of your sentence.

And this never happened.

He's well enough.



[car chimes]

Then do that.

Better go.

Lee Delamere. Seems about right,
day I'm having.

I saw Kofi Jones last night.

Today he's dead.
What happened, Royce?

Oh, you back working
for the working man?

I thought you moved
to greener pastures.

- He's my client.
- And when I say "working man,"

in this instance,
I mean "drug-dealing man."

Why would that be the first
thing you want to say to me?

Yeah, I'm kind of busy,
Lee, so...

[clears throat]

Looks like some sort of trauma.

Was he on suicide watch?

Oh, yeah, you and suicide.

You have that little thing.

Don't you fucking dare.

Look, I told you what I know.

Don't start getting creative.

So he didn't do it to himself.

All I can give you
is what I got.

A dead kid. It's a tragedy.

We're getting
to the bottom of it.

Yeah, fine. You want to do
something for your client?

Jones's intake property.

Wait, you haven't even spoken
to the family yet?

Slow, somber music

You want to talk about it?

About what?

Whatever you're feeling.

You said it didn't have
anything to do with us.

I-I don't want to be late
for school, Dad.

I have a history test and
some new pictures to develop...

- Adam, Adam.
- I'll see you later.

[door opens, closes]

[technician] 166.5.

[camera shutter clicking]

- What's his name?
- JK101...


Serious blunt force trauma
to his skull,

bleeding in his brain,

brain swell is putting
pressure on the skull,

like the brain is trying
to get out.

No puncture wounds, so...

looks like someone
beat the crap out of him.

Well, that's sure a headline
I don't like.

It seems like
there's a better one.


To the living, we owe respect.


To the dead,
we owe only the truth.

- Voltaire.
- Hmm.

Well, Voltaire didn't live
in New Orleans.

JK10181, pending tox screen.

Preliminary findings
listed as undetermined.

Dark, solemn music

[metal screeching]

Baby, that's my love

Oh, honey, that's my love

And anything you ask me

I want you to know...

Excuse me.

I'll swim the deepest river...

[distant siren wailing]

One more time

Please tell me this wasn't us.

That's my love,
that's my love...

This wasn't us.


Do you think, do you think
it was the Baxters?

Killed him?

Jimmy Baxter's a serious man.

Kofi Jones killed his son...

We put him there, Charlie.

What-what do you want us
to do, Michael, huh?

Go to the cops?

- Is that what you're saying?
- No, I...

'Cause otherwise this is
all just a bunch of hot air.


Sometimes you just...

take my breath away.

I'll tell you exactly
what takes my breath away.

I'll tell what damn near
stops me breathing every day.

The Lower Ninth looks
like Eritrea.

Why do you think Robin was
always photographing it?

- I win this election...
- Jesus.

I'll make the Lower Ninth Ward

look like it belongs in America.

This is not about
your fucking election!

This is about your conscience!

I had no more of an idea of
the consequences than you did.

You asked me a favor.

I didn't say no.

We agree to hurt someone...

One person, even if it's
for the greater good...

Everyone pays, Charlie.

We're all diminished.

You want to take your conscience
down to the police station

and check it in,
well, hey, go ahead.

Just know you're gonna be
bringing me down with you

and every other poor family
in the city, too.

[phone ringing, vibrating]

I-I need to...



I need your help with something.


No, ju... yeah, I'll, uh...
Yes, of course, of course.

I'll-I'll be there.
Give me 20 minutes.



so you and Lee, y'all...?

Y'all got a thing going?


Well, that's good.

There's worse things, right?

- Yeah, she's...
- Uh, yeah,

she is.

So don't get stupid.

What do you, what do you...?

- What does that mean?
- Falling for her

could get in the way
of you paying attention

to how dangerous she is to us.

Got it.


[smacks lips]

I got a fridge full of shrimp
I need help with tonight.


- Get in here.
- [sobs]


What are you doing?


it's called lying, Frannie.

I mean, my-my whole existence
is a fucked-up lie, I...

Please don't be like this.

Like what?

You just...

You have to be very careful
what you say.

'Cause you love me, right?

Of course.

- 'Cause you're scared?
- What?

You think I'm vulnerable
and because I blabbed to you,

I might blab about you?

Please stop.

Doesn't sound
like love to me, Frannie.

- [bell rings]
- Look, I hate it

that we have to lie.


there's no choice.

And sometimes...

there are truths
worth lying for.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you...

Ms. Latimer.

We good on this thing?

Yeah. Kid's dead,
no backsplash on us.

Never should've
gotten this far, Rudy.

What are they doing?

Next to jail,
basketball courts have

the highest density of criminals
talking about how to do crime.

Take the hoops down...

Put them back up.

No disrespect, but...

No disrespect, but if you want
to be my chief of police

when I win this election,
the hoops stay up.


Slow, intriguing music


Here. I'm sorry.

[train horn blows in distance]

I got it.

[Female] He came.

Look, look there.

Look there.

That's my angel
from Tulane and Broad.

You see him? You see him?

Yes, he came for you.

Nothing that happened
to Kofi was right.

Not from the start.


Why they have to do that to him?

You know why?

God knows.

God always knows.

God and His blessed angels.


It's a secret.

The police...

...they kill niggas.


I know he repped Desire.

Do you think
they could have done this?

Desire come through for us.

They fam.

It was them people
put him in jail

behind some bullshit.

[Lee] The police?

[Female] He knows!

How they lie.

How they don't give
a damn when they lie,

'cause they know they safe.

Get out of that lady's things!


The police.

[dog barking in distance]

[screen door creaks]

What happened?

Come-come here.

Come here, baby.

Come on here.

[crying] Kofi dead.


- Kofi's dead.
- What?

Kofi is... [crying]

somber music

[Eugene] What?

- [Female] No! No! No! No!
- [Eugene] What?

[Female] Kofi...

Who's M...

Mariano "Riviera"?

He's the greatest closer
in the history of the game.


[Female continues sobbing
in distance]

[Female wailing]

[footsteps approaching]

You seem a little nervous.

You went to Angola?

Disingenuousness doesn't
suit you, Joey Maldini.

With Gina,
for Carlo's bail hearing.

Sure, yeah.

Who's your boss?

You are.

Only you seem a little confused

about who you're
taking orders from.

Thank you, Joey.


[door opens]

[door closes]

You talk to Frankie
behind my back, too?

Of course.

So that we can
help you know your own mind.

This is New Orleans, Jimmy.

Everything connects.

Everybody connects.

The graves are above ground

so the dead can hear what's
being whispered about them.

We have stoops
in front of our houses

so that what passes
down the street

can be heard,

This is the easiest town
in the world

to send a message.

The one thing you can't do

is nothing.

The city is waiting.

What is Jimmy Baxter gonna do?

[birds chirping]

[siren wails in distance]

Let me see that right quick,

[dogs barking in distance]

How's your mama?

She's all right. You know?

A little lagniappe.

You know what that is?

[train horn blows in distance]

[chuckles softly]

Read a book, nigga.

Use that money,

get you some new tennis,

some groceries for the fam.

Then I'm-a put you on.

You hear me?


[chuckles softly]

Ole Boy,

you know,
it's a long life out here

for a nigga of few words.

Slow, somber music

[engine starts]

So, is Rocco in heaven?

- What kind of question is that?
- Of course he is.

[scoffs softly]

What does it look like?

We don't know.

Why don't we know?

I mean, the Koran knows.

Men get a busload of virgins
to hang out with.

You know what Muslim women get?

Their husbands back.

So while the men are busy
with the virgins,

their celestial laundry
gets done

and there's food on the table.

Where is she getting this?


[Fia] She's right here, Mom.

Why don't you ask her?

Where are you getting this?

Confirmation class.

What does that mean?

It's making me think.

Well, don't.


There it is.

You said it. Stop thinking.

Open up your heart
to not thinking.

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want for me?


[footsteps departing]

You said nothing.

[chuckles softly]
I'll talk to her.

You bought the motorcycle.

He died.

You did nothing.

She's turning away from God.

She's killing me, and you...

I said I'll talk to her.

You okay?


No. [exhales]

That was dreadful.

I'm so glad you were there.

Let me give you a chance.

To what?

After Robin,

the way...
you and Adam must be...


I'd understand if you...

wouldn't want to do this

with me.

But you need to tell me soon.

Now, really.

It's very nearly too late.

Adam has to be the first thing
that I think about.

- Yep.
- Always. I mean, that's a given.

Yeah. Well, I understand.

No. No, no, I...

I-I don't think you do.

You make me happy.

- And that's good for Adam.
- [exhales]


And what's good for Adam is...


Aw, shit.

I... This has been so long.


Come to bed.

[indistinct chatter]

You think
if I sent her a dick pic,

I could say
it's part of my portfolio?


I think she'd love it.


Ms. Frannie,

with my dick in her hand.

- Whoa. What the hell? No.
- Get up. Get up. Get up.

- Get off me, man.
- What the fuck did you say?

- Adam, get off me, man.
- What the fuck did you say?!

- What the fuck?!
- [Frannie] Adam! Hey!

- Fuck did you just say? Fuck!
- Excuse me! Adam!

- Fuck did you say?!
- Adam!


[phone ringing in distance]

Adam, what's going on?


No, it's not nothing.

Ms. Latimer...

- Adam's pickup is here.
- Mr. Armfield.


[Elizabeth] Uh, wh...

- You okay, Adam?
- Yeah.

We have a rule here,

that once violence
has entered into it,

then expulsion is mandatory.

And in this case, that is
exactly what has happened...



My jurisprudence professor
handed 'em out

at the start of class one day.

He said
rules are like doughnuts.

They have holes in 'em.

The holes are
where discretion lives.

You've known Adam
since the sixth grade.

You know what he's been through,
what his...

family's been through.

I don't think one incident
should ruin a young life

just because some rule
tries to say it should.

Do you?

You didn't have
to drive me home.

I don't mind.

I do mind
that I haven't heard from you

or your father in weeks.

The anniversary, for example.

It would have been good
to see you.

Be together on the day.

How's your father?


No. We're not doing that.

You and I do not not talk.

If I ask you how your father is,
I want an answer.

You hate him?
He's pissing you off?

He cries every night like I do?

We talk.

"Same"? No,
we're talkers in this family.

So talk.

I-I'm sorry.

Dad and I just...

wanted to be together.

We-we went to the cemetery
and laid flowers.

I had the first cup of coffee
I ever liked.

We talked to the Vietnam vet

- by the gate down there.
- Mm-hmm.

Never really noticed him before.

What kind of flowers?


Her favorite.

From the stall by the gate.

- Yeah.
- Mm.

And the coffee?

That Italian place.

The best.

Seat belt.


Your mom...

Can you still hear her voice?

Uh, yeah, how she used
to answer the phone

like she was amazed
when somebody called her.


[laughs] Oh, God. That's right.

"Who could this be calling me?"

Like she wasn't
a wonderful human being

with a million friends.

[sighs] But where are they now?

And the cops...

There's one.


I-I mean, she hasn't given up.

Do I know her? What's her name?


N-Nancy Costello.

Do you have her number?


Does she like shrimp?

[engine stops]

[crickets chirping]


- [horn honks]
- [whispers] Jesus. God.

Very funny.

Yeah. Very funny.

You know how jumpy I am.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to wash up
some shrimp.

Ah. Oh.

- Oh.
- Ah!


Well, I didn't know
you were stopping by.

Well, if I waited for
the Desiato men to invite me,

I'd be in my grave.

Charlie Figaro!

Senator Guthrie,
as I live and breathe.

You look wonderful.

Uh, charm is overrated, Charlie,

except by voters.
Remember to turn it down

- while you're with family.
- [Charlie] Hey there, boy.

- [Adam] Hey, how you doing?
- [Charlie] Good, good.

- Hi.
- [Michael] Oh. Hello.

Uh, Detective Costello and I

- have been having a talk.
- [Michael] Oh, so you...

two haven't met before?

[Elizabeth] No, one of the many
communication failures

I'm going to remedy.

Would you like to stay
for dinner, Detective?

Oh, that's-that's so kind. I...

Sure. Of course.

Uh, there's, uh, rum punch

on the back porch.

Adam, take Detective Costello
and Charlie

and offer them some.

- Uh, yeah.
- Yeah.

Come on.

Think I'm gonna need something
a little heavier than the punch.

[door opens]

- Nancy, how you been?
- Oh, you know, I'm doing okay.

Adam was suspended from school.

- What?
- Three days home.

I'll be making sure
it doesn't go on his record.

No, wait, wait. What happened?

He and Wesley got into a fight.

You're kidding.

No, I-I dropped everything,

brought him home,
cooked for him,

paid attention
to what he was saying

- and not saying any...
- You're a saint, Elizabeth.

- Got it.
- Yeah.

- Why didn't he call me?
- Yeah, wh-why do you think

- he didn't call you?
- I don't know.

- Why don't you know?
- Oh, Jesus Christ. Really?

A fight with Wesley?

I-I mean...

Did he-did he say why?

Yes and no.

What the hell does that mean?

Well, on the surface, uh,
an argument about photography.

Underneath, a child boiling up
with a lot of pain and anger.

- [phone ringing]
- [groans] You see?

Bang, in the middle
of a conversation about

your son's suspension
from school for violence,

and you really
want to take that call?

Let me ask you again.
Why do you think

he didn't call you?

I d-I don't...

What-what did...
what did you and-and...

Detective Costello talk about?

[crickets chirping outside]

I was disappointed
you didn't call.

On the anniversary.

But you didn't, so...

at the end of the day,
I went to see her.

No flowers.

No cards. Nothing.

[whispers] Nothing.

Only a year,
and sh-she's forgotten.

Okay, look, look, what...

what does that have to do
with Adam?

Oh, well, let-let's ask him.

[Adam] What?

[Elizabeth] Did you leave
a note for your mom

at the grave on the anniversary?

[Adam] Uh, yeah. A...

a card.

Uh, did you write it
or did your father?

Me. Why?

What'd you write?

"I love you and always will."

And you left it there for her?

[Adam] Yeah.

Ominous music

[crickets chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

The soup's cold.

It's gazpacho.

I don't care what it's called.
It's cold.

You want me to heat up
your gazpacho?

[quiet laughing]

Why does she believe you

when you pretend you don't know
what gazpacho is?

My Scottish tenement childhood.

[Jimmy laughs]

Porridge with salt, haggis,
neeps and tatties,

ketchup with everything.

I have come a very long way
to, uh...

soup with ice in it.

Your mother wanted me
to talk to you.

Dad, I got to tell you,
that's a pretty weak opening.


Confessing to being
only the messenger.

Your confirmation. Mom says...

There you go again.

Why not just decide to believe?

Believe in God,

the all-powerful,
narcissistic cynic?

I'm not even sure
I like him, Dad.

- Fia, ca...
- Dad, what do you want me to do?

This god, who knows everything
and decides everything

and a week ago woke up
and thought, "Oh, I know,

let's kill a 17-year-old boy
in New Orleans

just for the hell of it"...
I have to love him?

do this to her.

- Not now.
- Do you love him?

- It's not the right time.
- Dad, I'm jus...

Just do what I fucking say!

I'm, like, trying to get
a little bit more specific

on the girl
and who and when and wh...

When-when was it?

- Eighth grade.
- Eighth grade?

Eighth grade.
Jennifer St. George.

Oh, my God. Jennifer.

- Mm.
- [chuckles] She was...

- Worth fighting for.
- First and only fight.

- [Nancy] Mm.
- Who won?

- Who do you think?
- Who do you think?

- My money's here.
- [Michael] No.

Sorry, Judge.

Red? White?

- Bourbon.
- [laughter]

Did I ever tell you
how much I love you?

- Mmm!
- No, Charlie...

Wh... Get your
sticky hands off me!

- And get me some bourbon.
- [chuckles]

- [doorbell rings]
- [Charlie] You want ice?

No i... No, no. No ice.

Okay. No, I got-I got it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I've been trying to call you.

I-I didn't mean to disturb you.

[Nancy] I have the DVDs.
You probably don't even know

- what that is, either.
- A DVD?

- [laughs]
- Can you explain that one?

We used to put things
in a machine...

- [laughing]
- VHS. Oh, my gosh.

Lee Delamere.

What you doing hanging out here
like a Jehovah's Witness?

Get in here before
the Neighborhood Watch

shoots your Creole ass.

[crickets chirping]

[whispers] Oh, Christ.

- Come right on in.
- Everything's delicious.


- Mm!
- I-I don't want to intrude.

Let's, uh,
we'll sit you right here.

- Hi.
- Hi.


I-I don't believe we've met.

Uh, Lee Delamere.

- Oh, uh...
- [Lee] Yeah.

Elizabeth is
my mother-in-law. Here.

Uh, I-I didn't want

- to interrupt a family dinner.
- [Elizabeth] Well,

here you are, so... sit.

- Please.
- Adam was discussing his future.

Well, that's... that's great.

Um... any ideas?

Yeah. Uh, my mom
was a photographer.

So I think I'd like to try it.

I'd love to see
some of your work.


- Hi. Hi.
- Oh. Nancy.

Nice to meet you.
Michael forgot his manners.

- [Nancy laughs]
- Yeah, sorry.

No, in case
you change your mind.

[Nancy] Oh, it's so delicious.
You really should have some.

- I'll get you some wine, huh?
- It looks amazing.

It smells amazing.

- You should try the sausage.
- [laughing]


Some of these,
actually, are Mom's.

Let me see those.


Thank you, honey.

- Thank you.
- Well,

I've never seen these.

Uh, they were in Mom's Leica.

So her last photographs.

God, she was good.

Have you seen these?

Uh, no.

[Nancy] May I?

Oh. Yeah. Of course.

Yeah, pass those over.

Don't get your...

Oh, I remember you now.

Yeah, yeah, the intern.

[Lee exhales]

Long time ago. [chuckles]

But now here you are.

Just, uh, wanted to pick
Michael's brain about a case.

At night at home?

Some things can't wait.

Go ahead.


A kid I was representing...

well, he died in OPP.

Actually, he was murdered,

uh, after being tortured
by the NOPD.

[Elizabeth] That's a big word.

Is that the right word?



Yes, it-it... it looks that way.

The world is working very hard

to describe this child's death
as something of no interest.

Him as someone of no value.

But the world's doing that
because it's frightened.

I can smell the fear.

That's a good thing,
'cause I can work on fear.

And with a little help
from our friends...

When did you start
calling him Michael?


- What kind of torture?
- Adam.

I don't think we should be
talking about him like this.

[Lee] Really?

We've done 400 years
of not talking.

Kind of in favor
of getting it out there.

[Adam] What'd they do to him?

CS gas pumped through a hose

into a locked vehicle

with him hog-tied inside.

What did this young man do?

What, to get tortured?

- To get arrested.
- [Django whining]

- [barks]
- [Michael] Django.


He stole a car.

- Django!
- Mom's car.

Wait, you knew about this?

He stole Robin's car,

then he was tortured,
then he was murdered?

The car was used
in a hit-and-run.

Well, you know what they say.

Crime in this city.

Vote for Charlie Figaro.

Tough on crime,

- tough on the causes of crime.
- [Elizabeth] Big on plagiarism.

That's Tony Blair
you're not attributing.

[Adam] Everyone
keeps calling him a kid,


what was his name, Dad?

- [Django whines]
- Kofi Jones.

What was he like?

We were just at his home
this morning.

I didn't know that.

[Adam] "We"?

- [Django whining]
- Your father and I, uh,

to give the family
the news of his death.

- [barks, whining]
- Django. God...

Goddamn it.
Come on, get out of there.

Damn it, come on, get out
of there. Go on. Get out.

Out. Go outside.

The hell is so important
back here?


Slow, somber music

Is that blood?

Uh, look, I-I, um...

I-I have something to say.

Elizabeth, you're right.

We haven't been talking
to all of you, and...

...both of us, we've...

been going inward

because of what happened
to Robin, and...

I'm sorry.

It's the last thing
she would have wanted.

We are family.



Excuse me.

[crickets chirping]

Adam. Adam.

- What the hell was that? Huh?
- What do you mean? What...

You see what happens
when you don't listen to me?

Oh, you mean
when you're not in control

- of every little thing?
- Yes. Yes.

I need to be in control.

Listen... buddy, w-we...

we have to...
we have to be tight.

We have to be an alliance.

You cannot just invite people
over for a chat.

One phone call
to your grandmother,

- and look at the consequences.
- Are you telling me I can't even

talk to my own grandma
without getting your permission?

- No, no, you know I am not...
- Yes!

- You are.
- Nancy Costello.

She's not a friendly
police officer to us.

Not anymore. She's a detective,
and she can destroy us.

And what about
your new girlfriend, Dad?

- No, that... We're not...
- She is a lawyer

- who could destroy us.
- That is not what it is.

Look, Adam...

you've got your whole life
ahead of you.

And I know...

But you didn't even tell me

that he was tortured.

I-I couldn't. I-I thought
it was best I didn't tell you

- all the sordid details,
- How? How? Okay, yeah, no,

- I get it...
- Because you don't need to know.

What, so you get to decide
what I get to know,

- when I get to know it?
- Yes. Yes. Yes.

I decide what the truth is.

That's right.

That's exactly right.

I get the lying.

But can you j-just,
one time, just say it,

just admit that
you know what happened?

You want to know the truth?

A gang member stole our car

and was involved
in a hit-and-run

and killed a boy.

That gang member
was tortured by the police.

He pled guilty

and went to jail...

and he died in jail.

I am your father.

I am being your father.

Dad, I can Uber.

Drive her. Watch her.
Bring her back.

Why don't you just
buy her a motorcycle?

[door closes]

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[breathing forcefully]

- [indistinct chatter]
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- - [dialogue inaudible]

It's my fault that Adam lied.

People lie for all sorts
of reasons, Elizabeth.

I see it every day.

And not all of those reasons
are bad ones.

I know my son.

And he just
didn't want to hurt you

by our failure to mark the day.

His lying couldn't
be better motivated.


Uh, is that a sentence
you're proud of...

Well-motivated lying?

Is that something
you want to teach your son?

You know, there's
this thing that I do.

Right at the end of a run.

The last 400 yards,

as I turn down Seventh Street,

I count the parked cars
I sprint by.

And the number of parked cars
that I pass

before a moving car passes me...

That's the number of years
Adam has to live.

It's stupid. I know.

But I give it
everything that I have.

Every time.

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Hey, little man. You getting
some food for your family?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay, baby. Thank you.

Thank you.

You're welcome, baby.
You have a blessed one, now.

- You, too.
- Bye-bye.

Yaka Mein Lady
is ready to serve.

[indistinct chatter]


[Fia mumbles]

[chuckles] Sorry.

Th-That's okay. Um...

[dog barking in distance]

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