Your Honor (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Part Eleven - full transcript

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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.

Slow, tense music

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.

D Block 413, green light.

Get up.

On your feet!

eerie music

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.

suspenseful music

No!

Someone help me!

Help me, please!

Intense music

Hey, bro!

Watch out, baby. Hey!

Tense music

intense music

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.

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.

slow, tense music

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.

slow, tense music

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.

slow, dramatic music

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.

Ominous music

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...

slow, dramatic music

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!

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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?

atmospheric music

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?

Intense music

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.

slow, ominous music

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.

Haunting music

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...

haunting music

Hey. I got you.

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.

Yes?

You made a
good decision, Michael.

I'll be in touch.

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