Your Honor (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Part Seventeen - full transcript
Previously on Your Honor...
You asked me if I had
control over my men.
I got your son.
You tread very
carefully right now.
This is a courtesy call.
To avoid a war that
neither of us need.
The Calabri
family is interested.
We have
an offer for you.
The eight figures that you need
with one additional item.
We need access to your ports.
Yo, stay put, Little Man.
I'm gonna need you
to guard that shit.
It's my life in
there, Little Man.
Stay down!
Don't fucking move!
You lucky you blood.
You ain't fam.
Not to me. Not no more.
How could you leave my son
with a fucking stranger?
Joey came to the hotel.
I should fucking
kill you right now.
He saw Eugene Jones,
and I had a chance to
take the fucker out.
Did you "take
the fucker out"?
He tried to kill me.
What is wrong with this family?
I'm so fucking done
with all of you.
Anyone else in the car?
Nah.
The night Adam died,
Nancy Costello came
to the hospital.
I told her that...
you got rid of the car.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I was in shock. I
wasn't thinking clearly.
I'm-I'm sorry.
Get the fuck out of here!
Where were you on the
night of your wife's murder?
I want some answers.
I was brought in for suspicion
of killing Robin Desiato.
They found out
that I wasn't home
the night she was killed.
I went to confront the
man she was sleeping with.
I'm Robin's mother.
Detective
Costello came to see me.
And what did you tell her?
That I was home all night.
- So, I'm your alibi.
- And I'm yours.
What was
at the corner store?
A witness.
You... you saw this?
She walked in and he
was right behind her.
She never saw it coming.
KJ, tell us who he is.
Detective Walter Beckwith.
Nancy, it's Michael.
I think I know why you weren't
able to solve Robin's murder.
The killer was one of your own.
Adam Desiato was my godson.
I want to be here when Rudy
brings in Eugene Jones.
Eugene.
Help, help, help.
What happened?
I was shot.
Oh, my God. Okay, come
on, come on, come on.
- Sit down, sit down.
- I was shot.
- Take a seat, take a seat.
- No, the blood, the blood.
Okay, just sit, just sit.
- What're you doing?
- I'm-I'm calling an ambulance.
No, no, I can't go to
the hospital right now.
You're hurt.
No, no, they're gonna kill me.
Who?
- Who?
- I was a shot by a cop.
The same one who said he
found my body a year ago.
If they find me now, I'm dead.
Uh, okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
Uh... shit.
- Uh...
- Please hurry. Hurry, please.
- Okay, uh...
- Please.
I'm-I'm calling a friend.
She's a, she's a doctor.
But can we trust her?
Do we have any choice?
No. Come...
Damn it.
Evening, officer.
Evening, sir.
Where you headed?
To visit a friend.
Are you in a hurry?
No.
You were doing 37 in a 25.
I need to see your license
and registration, please.
I don't have my license on me,
but the registration
should be in the glove box.
Go get it, please.
Geez.
Christ.
Wait. Here. Okay.
Here.
Can I assume that you are
not Elizabeth Guthrie?
That's my mother-in-law.
Does she know you have this car?
- She does.
- And what is your name?
Michael Desiato.
The judge?
Yes.
Turn the car off, please.
Judge Desiato.
Yes.
You must have your
license on you
when you are
operating a vehicle.
Yes.
You're right. Um...
I honestly don't even
know where my license is.
Well, that doesn't
really make a difference
'cause I ran your information
and your driver's
license expired,
six months ago.
- I've been in prison.
- I know.
You should've renewed your
license when you were released.
Yes... I understand.
And you're right.
I usually take the bus.
Well, I wish you had, tonight.
It's only a misdemeanor,
but it is a violation
of your parole,
and I have no choice
but to bring you in.
Oh, come on, pl...
Look, I-I promise I
will renew my license
first thing in the morning.
That's between you and
your parole officer.
Please step out of the vehicle.
Okay.
Turn around.
Hands behind your back.
All right, nothing on you?
No weapons, drugs?
No.
Are you okay, Carlo?
Are sure you don't want to stay
back at the house with Grandpa?
I want to make sure Fia's okay.
Where's Frankie?
What happened to your hand?
Frankie no longer
works for this family.
What?
He's our friend.
It was time for a change.
You didn't want to
consult me first?
Not particularly.
Come on, come on.
41-27.
Any further info on that
shooting at the bus station?
41-27, units on site.
No further info on suspects.
41-27, roger.
Status of the victim?
Unknown.
Reports of possible
GSW, young Black male.
No longer at the scene?
Negative. He fled.
Son of a bitch.
Fuck.
I know, I know, I know.
I called you that night.
The night it happened.
I-I got your voice mail.
I tried calling you
back a dozen times,
but you didn't answer.
Next day, your phone was dead.
And then I turned up dead.
Yeah.
Lee...
Didn't mean to shoot him.
I know.
I know.
Hey.
What the hell?
- You said he had a fever.
- I...
I-I knew you'd tell me to
take him to a hospital.
Hey.
I'm Tanya.
Can I take a look?
I need to talk to you.
Is he gonna be all right?
That's a gunshot wound,
and I'm an ob-gyn,
so, I wouldn't say his outlook
has improved much
since I got here.
I don't care what kind
of trouble he's in,
he could die.
And I'm not gonna be
responsible for that.
I can't take him to a hospital.
It would be really bad.
So, I get it if-if you
can't do anything here,
then-then you should go.
I'll try and stop the bleeding.
Give you time to think about it.
But if his blood pressure
drops below 90/60,
I'm calling an ambulance myself.
Hey, what's going on in here?
We didn't have a very
good night, Russ.
Sit down.
We sold all that shit...
sprinkled it
throughout the city,
and somehow the one
body that dropped,
dropped dead in the
middle of Desire.
Who?
Chris's little brother Terrance.
Fuck.
13 years old.
Snorted half a fucking balloon.
Thought I cut it enough.
Mm-mm.
It ain't your fault Chris
ain't clean up his own house
and left a balloon
for a child to find.
That ain't on you.
I got something to tell you.
I was taking Eugene
to the bus station.
A car T-boned us.
Some burned-out
junkie was driving.
Carlo Baxter was inside.
What happened to Little Man?
I don't know.
I got knocked out.
I think he ran off.
Rudy Cunningham is
looking for him.
We're in the eye of
the hurricane now.
- Fia.
- Fia.
Fia?
Sweetheart?
Okay.
Fia?
She's gone.
So, who is he?
Uh, a former client, sort of.
What'd he do?
You're right. I
don't want to know.
Is he gonna live?
If he gets the care
he needs, I hope.
I think I can convince
him to go to a hospital
outside of New Orleans.
Is it possible to stabilize
him enough to travel?
- How far?
- Out of state.
Lee.
Oh, shit.
B and E in Metairie.
Response needed.
Bus station shooting,
possible GSW.
Victim teenage male, Black.
You all right back there, Judge?
Yeah.
Last time I was in the
back of a police cruiser,
the officer was
giving me a ride home.
He...
admonished me for
being too lenient
with people in my courtroom.
Eh, some guys take
it extra personally
when a perp goes free.
You don't?
Nah, I figure...
when a criminal goes free, he's
gonna do something stupid again.
So I'll just catch him again.
Yeah, or...
maybe the accused
didn't do anything wrong
in the first place.
Not in my experience.
You don't happen to know
Detective Nancy
Costello, do you?
Not sure. What department?
Homicide.
Doesn't ring a bell.
She a friend of yours?
Sort of.
I met her a couple years ago,
when she was investigating
the murder of my wife.
I'm sorry to hear about that.
She solve the case?
Not yet.
She's not answering.
Come on in, Lieutenant.
Jimmy.
It's Cusack.
Any word on the boy?
No mention of Eugene
Jones anywhere.
As far as I can tell,
NOPD still thinks he
was killed a year ago.
You sure that's who you saw?
He was pointing a
fucking gun in my face,
so, yeah, I got a
pretty hard look at him.
Can run a APB for a fugitive.
Have the whole city
looking for him.
Oh, because the police
did such a wonderful job
of catching him the first time.
We'll be sure and
bring him to justice.
Oh, uh...
I think we're beyond
justice at this point.
Jimmy
You said you'd take
care of your boy
and I'd take care of mine.
Apparently, you didn't hold
up your end of the bargain.
And your boy could use
a good ass whooping.
So where that leave us?
I took you at your word.
It was foolish on
my part, I know.
That won't happen again.
This, uh, d tente of
ours, that was a-a gesture
of goodwill on my part,
a gift from me to you
and that can be dissolved.
See, you seem to
have this confused.
'Cause you ain't the
only one with guns.
And a cease-fire, just
like the fucking tango...
takes two.
- Help! Help!
- Help! Help!
- Quick, get the chair.
- He's bleeding out.
Quick.
We need a blood
transfusion and an IV.
Gunshot wound to the shoulder,
bullet exited cleanly.
Blood pressure 80/50,
last I checked.
I think he lost consciousness...
- Are you the mother?
- What?
- The boy, are you his guardian?
- No, no, I'm not.
Do you know how to
contact his family?
I'm the closest
he's got tonight.
What happened to him?
I-I don't know. I wasn't there.
Okay.
Yeah, this is the charge nurse
at Crescent University
Hospital ER.
I have a gunshot
victim, he just arrived.
You can't
do that. Please.
I have to call it
in. It's the law.
He-he's the victim.
I believe you, but I
have a duty to report.
Listen to me.
The police did this to him.
If they find him tonight,
it doesn't matter what you
do to help him in here,
it won't matter, okay?
Please, give this kid a chance.
Please.
Yeah. Male, 40s, looks Hispanic.
John Doe.
Yeah.
Just out of curiosity...
how did you know
to come after me?
Your pal Nancy reopened the
investigation this week,
so it got my attention.
- Mm-hmm.
- So, I went to check in
on my old CI, and
after some pressure,
he finally admitted
that you and him
had a little man-to-man chat.
And he told you some
things he should not have.
The old CI who watched
you murder my wife?
It's hard to find trustworthy
snitches these days.
But I'll deal with him later.
I'm sick of this bullshit.
You got let me see her, just...
- Hey, let me see Big Mo.
- No...
Come on, goddamn
it! I did my part.
I-I fucking... The prick's
got a bullet in him!
He doesn't have a home to go to!
He's not at a fucking hospital!
'Cause someone knows something!
Where the hell is he?!
What is this?
There's nothing I like
less than a desperate cop.
I want the kid.
Oh, does it
look like he here?
Help me find him.
Yeah. He did leave me a clue.
Um...
Yeah, fuck this cracker.
This is worse for you
than it is for me.
Then why you the
only one sweating?
- We made a deal.
- Mm.
You disappear the kid
and I find a body.
Yeah.
Almost seems as if it's
a bad idea for a cop
to stake his entire
career on a handshake
with a crooked politician
and a gangster.
Go fuck yourself.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Toodaloo.
Mrs. Clark,
I am so sorry for your loss.
If there's anything
that I can do to...
I need a minute.
I don't want that
woman in my house.
Your mom's going to
get through this.
She's a strong woman.
I don't think this
is the best place
for you right now, considering.
I'll call the funeral home.
Anything you need, it's covered.
You take care of your family.
Desire take care of you.
So the money that
killed my brother
is supposed to bury him now?
- Man, I...
- I got to get back to my mom.
41-27. Still no
gunshot wounds reported?
41-27.
One, but not a match
to the bus station vic.
41-27, roger.
Which hospital?
Security.
This is Detective
Rudy Cunningham.
I'm looking for a suspect who
took a shot at me tonight.
You've got a John Doe
gunshot vic, just came in,
Hispanic, male, 40s.
Can you confirm this
description for me?
Yeah, I'll check the ER.
Who called this in?
I did.
He look Hispanic to you?
Must've been a clerical error.
Yeah?
Yeah, this
gunshot victim we got in.
He's a Black teenager.
I'm on my way.
Who else was involved? Huh?
Who helped you?
How much time do you think
you'll do for killing me?
Life? Probably.
Hell, death possibly.
It's premeditated.
Don't worry about me.
I'm getting pretty good at this.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Well, I already
told Nancy Costello
that you were the one
who killed my wife.
So she'll know
that this was you.
Being in
prison as a former judge
is no picnic,
but it's nothing like
being a former cop.
The things you did
to people like KJ,
well, let's just
say it's gonna be...
It's not gonna be
good to be you.
Just answer me
this one question.
If your confidential informant
didn't know that Robin
was coming to the
corner store that night,
then how did you know?
Keep thinking about
all those victims
who were in your courthouse
hoping for justice
but instead having to
watch your bleeding heart
set criminals free.
Scum, drug dealers, killers,
with long rap sheets
who somehow slipped
through the justice system.
We catch them, you release them.
Wait, wait, what are you doing?
I'm restraining him.
He's unconscious.
He's the suspect in a
shooting, hence the handcuffs.
He's a victim of a shooting,
hence the gunshot wound.
Ma'am, step aside.
- Unlock him.
- You heard her.
I don't answer to you.
He's my patient. As
soon as he's stable...
Have the doctor call me.
I'll unlock him then.
I'm not chasing
you down for those keys.
Sorry, ladies.
Lee.
You have to unlock
this kid, now.
Hey. Hey.
I'm here.
What's happening?
You're at the hospital.
You lost a lot of blood.
You'll need surgery, but
you're gonna be okay.
They know who I am?
No. I'm working on
keeping it that way.
I'll be right back.
You can have a doctor on
life, but you cannot...
I am that young man's attorney,
and I'm gonna file a civil suit
against this whole hospital
and make you a named defendant
unless you unlock him right now.
I'm just
following hospital policy.
Once the patient is restrained,
he remains restrained...
Lee.
I'm Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
I'm Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
I'm...
I'm Eugene Jones! Eugene Jones!
I'm Eugene Jones!
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck.
How's my favorite detective?
Eugene Jones is alive.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure. I shot
him tonight, but, uh...
- he got away.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.
- Where is he now?
- In a hospital!
Everyone's about to find out!
Charlie? Like...
Hey, what should we do?
Charlie!
We are so fucked!
Who's "we"?
What?
You're the one
who found the dead body.
You're the one who took credit
for cracking a case
you didn't solve.
Sound like you in your car.
Yeah.
I suggest you keep on driving.
It's crazy...
how little say we
get -
in the biggest
moments of our lives.
When they come for you,
know that it's my death
that led them to you.
Yeah, I don't know.
Disgraced judge with
a dead family...
He already tried to off
himself when he was in prison.
No, I think that your suicide
is going to feel
tragically believable.
Here.
Let's just get your
prints on here.
There were only
two of us involved,
but just so you know...
I was the one that got her.
"Because I could
not stop for death,
he kindly stopped for me."
Afraid so.
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
God, how did you even
know where to find me?
The phone, Olivia gave you.
I've been tracking you since you
left the station this morning.
- Come on.
- Thank you.
He killed her.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. Costello.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
He said there was
another cop involved.
Let me see that.
That looks pretty nasty.
You want me to
call an ambulance?
Yeah?
You got a name for me?
Who you working with?
You know, I think I got
more time here than you do.
Christ.
Detective Costello,
41-41. Requesting EMS.
My location for a code
three for a gunshot victim.
Does that hurt?
Really looks like it hurts.
Who is it?!
Fuck you. Fuck you.
Yeah, fuck you, too.
Which one's yours?
Uh, that one.
Passcode?
Great, thanks for
your cooperation.
What is it?
Looks like when this
asshole's in trouble,
he calls one guy,
all night long.
Hey, it's Costello again.
You'll find the gunshot victim
just northeast of his car.
He's the one who's
hugging a fence.
Okay.
I should have fought
harder to flush that poison
when I had the chance.
- Me, too.
- No.
It's not on you.
Nah. It's on Big Mo.
She care more about
that fucking club
than her own people.
Just be with your family.
I'll keep you and
yours in my prayers.
All right?
Hey.
She can't get away
with this shit forever.
Mmm, mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
Good.
Mmm.
You got to try this.
What's with you tonight?
I don't know.
I just, uh...
- feel free.
- Oh.
Is that why you let Frankie go?
Carlo, is Phillip Calabri
still in the hotel?
He should be.
Can you get him on
the phone, please?
Frankie was head of
this family's security
and I don't think we've
been particularly secure.
And you didn't feel
the need to consult me?
I have a pretty good idea
how you feel about Frankie.
Oh, I see.
And Fia?
You're just gonna
let her go as well?
He's on.
Jimmy?
Mr. Calabri.
Well, I've considered
your family's proposal.
Here's my counteroffer.
Our docks can be
made available to you
the day your investment is made,
but once the Baxter
District is complete,
so too then is our arrangement.
That is my best, and final.
And I'd like your answer now.
Good.
We have a deal.
Fia will come back.
She has nowhere else to go.
Fia?
Hi.
Is everything okay?
Um, motion is the
only thing that might
put him to sleep right
now, so I'm just, um...
Okay, don't let me
get in your way.
I'm cancelling the baptism.
Okay.
Thank you for coming down here
to relay that information.
Can I make an observation?
Yeah.
Most people...
don't come to church in
the middle of the night
to talk about something that
could be handled over the phone.
When we got in the car
tonight, I thought,
"I'm getting the hell out of
here and I'm never coming back."
And then it dawned on me:
A 17-year-old single mom.
I haven't finished high school.
Where am I gonna go?
Well, you found your way here.
Yeah, I have to
escape my family.
This is the one place
they wouldn't look.
The perfect hiding
place for a heathen.
What happened?
Same thing that always happens.
You know my family.
I think I met all of them, yeah.
No, I mean...
you know who they are.
Yeah.
They would never let me leave.
Especially now.
Let's see.
Thank God. Sorry.
No.
I'm trapped.
And it doesn't matter because
I have nowhere else to go.
You know, my dad was
overbearing, to say the least.
- He's a carpenter.
- Oh, like Jesus.
That's about the only
thing they had in common.
Anyway, I, uh, I worked
for him for several years.
And then, one day,
I said I wanted to do
something different.
And he laid out
how bleak my future would be
if I didn't have
him to support me.
His was the only
house I ever lived in.
He provided me with everything.
I was petrified to leave.
But there was one place...
I knew I belonged.
Wow.
You really do pick your moments
and then try to proselytize.
My point is, Fia,
is if you look at who
is in your life...
you may find that you
do belong someplace,
even if it's not the
place you've always been.
All right, looks like
he's getting ready to split.
Stay here.
- Wait.
- Stay here.
Be careful.
Car number 292,
northeast corner of
Hunt and 25th Street.
Circling back right now.
Can I get some backup?
Where you headed, Rudy?
That boy never should've
come back to New Orleans.
What boy?
Rudy, what the fuck?
Put your fucking hands up!
I had a conversation
with Beckwith.
You probably found it
pretty fucking amusing,
watching me try to figure
out who killed Robin Desiato.
Congratulations, I guess,
but you're a couple
years too late.
Goddamn it, Rudy. Put
your fucking hands up!
You want to stop me, you're
gonna have to kill me.
I don't have a
problem with that.
Did you order her hit?
She should've just let it go.
How'd you know she was gonna
be in the store that night?
Because I got a phone call.
The same phone call I always
get when there's a problem.
Like when a judge's car
needs to be disappeared.
Who?
I know you
probably won't believe me,
but back in the day, I
was a really good cop.
I took pride in my work. I
believed in what I was doing.
You kill people, for money.
I'm not all bad.
You're a son of a bitch.
I know something's
got to happen here.
But I'm not going to prison.
Don't move!
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Michael.
He's dead.
He shot himself.
Did he say anything?
I'm finding your tranquility
rather irritating.
Oh, it's Cusack.
Did you find the boy?
He was shot earlier tonight.
He's in the emergency room
being prepped for the O.R.
Is he gonna die?
He's expected to recover.
And what happens then?
We place him under arrest.
- We're here now.
- Okay. Okay.
No. You're happy
with that result?
Well, I am happy the
threat's been neutralized.
I'm gonna try Fia again.
Hey,
it's Fia. You missed me.
Leave a message.
I want my child and
my grandchild back!
Carlo.
You've been trying to prove
yourself for a while now.
- I know.
- Mm-hmm.
You're strong, decisive.
That can be very valuable.
We need someone right
now with fortitude.
Someone we can trust
with our lives.
Can you be that for us now?
Yes.
Yes, I can.
Carlo, go downstairs
and get the car.
Uh, yeah.
My boy needs his rest.
And I don't want to
see you at the house
unless Fia has come home.
Come up with something
better than "one bad apple."
"I am deeply remorseful to
learn that a decorated member
of the New Orleans
Police Department
would falsify information and
conspire to defraud the public
in the interest of
advancing his own career.
But I remain confident
that the actions
of one unscrupulous officer..."
"...is in no way a reflection
of our brave men and
women in uniform."
Charlie.
Zeke, give us a minute.
Rudy Cunningham is dead.
I know.
He was your friend?
Well, uh... I knew him. Uh...
When I asked you to
get rid of my car,
that's who you called, right?
Yeah.
He had Robin killed.
It turns out that
Robin was killed
because she was
investigating dirty cops.
It wasn't a random
act of violence.
It was a hit.
And before Robin left
the house that night,
I overheard her make
a telephone call.
Michael.
And that call was
to you, wasn't it?
She wanted to know
if I had any contacts
in the police department.
And you called Rudy Cunningham?
Well, I-I called the guy I call.
Well, uh, I was
trying to help her.
- I had no idea that...
- You didn't connect those dots?
If I had known, uh, I would
have come forward with it.
I'm sorry, Michael.
Me, too.
You asked me if I had
control over my men.
I got your son.
You tread very
carefully right now.
This is a courtesy call.
To avoid a war that
neither of us need.
The Calabri
family is interested.
We have
an offer for you.
The eight figures that you need
with one additional item.
We need access to your ports.
Yo, stay put, Little Man.
I'm gonna need you
to guard that shit.
It's my life in
there, Little Man.
Stay down!
Don't fucking move!
You lucky you blood.
You ain't fam.
Not to me. Not no more.
How could you leave my son
with a fucking stranger?
Joey came to the hotel.
I should fucking
kill you right now.
He saw Eugene Jones,
and I had a chance to
take the fucker out.
Did you "take
the fucker out"?
He tried to kill me.
What is wrong with this family?
I'm so fucking done
with all of you.
Anyone else in the car?
Nah.
The night Adam died,
Nancy Costello came
to the hospital.
I told her that...
you got rid of the car.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I was in shock. I
wasn't thinking clearly.
I'm-I'm sorry.
Get the fuck out of here!
Where were you on the
night of your wife's murder?
I want some answers.
I was brought in for suspicion
of killing Robin Desiato.
They found out
that I wasn't home
the night she was killed.
I went to confront the
man she was sleeping with.
I'm Robin's mother.
Detective
Costello came to see me.
And what did you tell her?
That I was home all night.
- So, I'm your alibi.
- And I'm yours.
What was
at the corner store?
A witness.
You... you saw this?
She walked in and he
was right behind her.
She never saw it coming.
KJ, tell us who he is.
Detective Walter Beckwith.
Nancy, it's Michael.
I think I know why you weren't
able to solve Robin's murder.
The killer was one of your own.
Adam Desiato was my godson.
I want to be here when Rudy
brings in Eugene Jones.
Eugene.
Help, help, help.
What happened?
I was shot.
Oh, my God. Okay, come
on, come on, come on.
- Sit down, sit down.
- I was shot.
- Take a seat, take a seat.
- No, the blood, the blood.
Okay, just sit, just sit.
- What're you doing?
- I'm-I'm calling an ambulance.
No, no, I can't go to
the hospital right now.
You're hurt.
No, no, they're gonna kill me.
Who?
- Who?
- I was a shot by a cop.
The same one who said he
found my body a year ago.
If they find me now, I'm dead.
Uh, okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
Uh... shit.
- Uh...
- Please hurry. Hurry, please.
- Okay, uh...
- Please.
I'm-I'm calling a friend.
She's a, she's a doctor.
But can we trust her?
Do we have any choice?
No. Come...
Damn it.
Evening, officer.
Evening, sir.
Where you headed?
To visit a friend.
Are you in a hurry?
No.
You were doing 37 in a 25.
I need to see your license
and registration, please.
I don't have my license on me,
but the registration
should be in the glove box.
Go get it, please.
Geez.
Christ.
Wait. Here. Okay.
Here.
Can I assume that you are
not Elizabeth Guthrie?
That's my mother-in-law.
Does she know you have this car?
- She does.
- And what is your name?
Michael Desiato.
The judge?
Yes.
Turn the car off, please.
Judge Desiato.
Yes.
You must have your
license on you
when you are
operating a vehicle.
Yes.
You're right. Um...
I honestly don't even
know where my license is.
Well, that doesn't
really make a difference
'cause I ran your information
and your driver's
license expired,
six months ago.
- I've been in prison.
- I know.
You should've renewed your
license when you were released.
Yes... I understand.
And you're right.
I usually take the bus.
Well, I wish you had, tonight.
It's only a misdemeanor,
but it is a violation
of your parole,
and I have no choice
but to bring you in.
Oh, come on, pl...
Look, I-I promise I
will renew my license
first thing in the morning.
That's between you and
your parole officer.
Please step out of the vehicle.
Okay.
Turn around.
Hands behind your back.
All right, nothing on you?
No weapons, drugs?
No.
Are you okay, Carlo?
Are sure you don't want to stay
back at the house with Grandpa?
I want to make sure Fia's okay.
Where's Frankie?
What happened to your hand?
Frankie no longer
works for this family.
What?
He's our friend.
It was time for a change.
You didn't want to
consult me first?
Not particularly.
Come on, come on.
41-27.
Any further info on that
shooting at the bus station?
41-27, units on site.
No further info on suspects.
41-27, roger.
Status of the victim?
Unknown.
Reports of possible
GSW, young Black male.
No longer at the scene?
Negative. He fled.
Son of a bitch.
Fuck.
I know, I know, I know.
I called you that night.
The night it happened.
I-I got your voice mail.
I tried calling you
back a dozen times,
but you didn't answer.
Next day, your phone was dead.
And then I turned up dead.
Yeah.
Lee...
Didn't mean to shoot him.
I know.
I know.
Hey.
What the hell?
- You said he had a fever.
- I...
I-I knew you'd tell me to
take him to a hospital.
Hey.
I'm Tanya.
Can I take a look?
I need to talk to you.
Is he gonna be all right?
That's a gunshot wound,
and I'm an ob-gyn,
so, I wouldn't say his outlook
has improved much
since I got here.
I don't care what kind
of trouble he's in,
he could die.
And I'm not gonna be
responsible for that.
I can't take him to a hospital.
It would be really bad.
So, I get it if-if you
can't do anything here,
then-then you should go.
I'll try and stop the bleeding.
Give you time to think about it.
But if his blood pressure
drops below 90/60,
I'm calling an ambulance myself.
Hey, what's going on in here?
We didn't have a very
good night, Russ.
Sit down.
We sold all that shit...
sprinkled it
throughout the city,
and somehow the one
body that dropped,
dropped dead in the
middle of Desire.
Who?
Chris's little brother Terrance.
Fuck.
13 years old.
Snorted half a fucking balloon.
Thought I cut it enough.
Mm-mm.
It ain't your fault Chris
ain't clean up his own house
and left a balloon
for a child to find.
That ain't on you.
I got something to tell you.
I was taking Eugene
to the bus station.
A car T-boned us.
Some burned-out
junkie was driving.
Carlo Baxter was inside.
What happened to Little Man?
I don't know.
I got knocked out.
I think he ran off.
Rudy Cunningham is
looking for him.
We're in the eye of
the hurricane now.
- Fia.
- Fia.
Fia?
Sweetheart?
Okay.
Fia?
She's gone.
So, who is he?
Uh, a former client, sort of.
What'd he do?
You're right. I
don't want to know.
Is he gonna live?
If he gets the care
he needs, I hope.
I think I can convince
him to go to a hospital
outside of New Orleans.
Is it possible to stabilize
him enough to travel?
- How far?
- Out of state.
Lee.
Oh, shit.
B and E in Metairie.
Response needed.
Bus station shooting,
possible GSW.
Victim teenage male, Black.
You all right back there, Judge?
Yeah.
Last time I was in the
back of a police cruiser,
the officer was
giving me a ride home.
He...
admonished me for
being too lenient
with people in my courtroom.
Eh, some guys take
it extra personally
when a perp goes free.
You don't?
Nah, I figure...
when a criminal goes free, he's
gonna do something stupid again.
So I'll just catch him again.
Yeah, or...
maybe the accused
didn't do anything wrong
in the first place.
Not in my experience.
You don't happen to know
Detective Nancy
Costello, do you?
Not sure. What department?
Homicide.
Doesn't ring a bell.
She a friend of yours?
Sort of.
I met her a couple years ago,
when she was investigating
the murder of my wife.
I'm sorry to hear about that.
She solve the case?
Not yet.
She's not answering.
Come on in, Lieutenant.
Jimmy.
It's Cusack.
Any word on the boy?
No mention of Eugene
Jones anywhere.
As far as I can tell,
NOPD still thinks he
was killed a year ago.
You sure that's who you saw?
He was pointing a
fucking gun in my face,
so, yeah, I got a
pretty hard look at him.
Can run a APB for a fugitive.
Have the whole city
looking for him.
Oh, because the police
did such a wonderful job
of catching him the first time.
We'll be sure and
bring him to justice.
Oh, uh...
I think we're beyond
justice at this point.
Jimmy
You said you'd take
care of your boy
and I'd take care of mine.
Apparently, you didn't hold
up your end of the bargain.
And your boy could use
a good ass whooping.
So where that leave us?
I took you at your word.
It was foolish on
my part, I know.
That won't happen again.
This, uh, d tente of
ours, that was a-a gesture
of goodwill on my part,
a gift from me to you
and that can be dissolved.
See, you seem to
have this confused.
'Cause you ain't the
only one with guns.
And a cease-fire, just
like the fucking tango...
takes two.
- Help! Help!
- Help! Help!
- Quick, get the chair.
- He's bleeding out.
Quick.
We need a blood
transfusion and an IV.
Gunshot wound to the shoulder,
bullet exited cleanly.
Blood pressure 80/50,
last I checked.
I think he lost consciousness...
- Are you the mother?
- What?
- The boy, are you his guardian?
- No, no, I'm not.
Do you know how to
contact his family?
I'm the closest
he's got tonight.
What happened to him?
I-I don't know. I wasn't there.
Okay.
Yeah, this is the charge nurse
at Crescent University
Hospital ER.
I have a gunshot
victim, he just arrived.
You can't
do that. Please.
I have to call it
in. It's the law.
He-he's the victim.
I believe you, but I
have a duty to report.
Listen to me.
The police did this to him.
If they find him tonight,
it doesn't matter what you
do to help him in here,
it won't matter, okay?
Please, give this kid a chance.
Please.
Yeah. Male, 40s, looks Hispanic.
John Doe.
Yeah.
Just out of curiosity...
how did you know
to come after me?
Your pal Nancy reopened the
investigation this week,
so it got my attention.
- Mm-hmm.
- So, I went to check in
on my old CI, and
after some pressure,
he finally admitted
that you and him
had a little man-to-man chat.
And he told you some
things he should not have.
The old CI who watched
you murder my wife?
It's hard to find trustworthy
snitches these days.
But I'll deal with him later.
I'm sick of this bullshit.
You got let me see her, just...
- Hey, let me see Big Mo.
- No...
Come on, goddamn
it! I did my part.
I-I fucking... The prick's
got a bullet in him!
He doesn't have a home to go to!
He's not at a fucking hospital!
'Cause someone knows something!
Where the hell is he?!
What is this?
There's nothing I like
less than a desperate cop.
I want the kid.
Oh, does it
look like he here?
Help me find him.
Yeah. He did leave me a clue.
Um...
Yeah, fuck this cracker.
This is worse for you
than it is for me.
Then why you the
only one sweating?
- We made a deal.
- Mm.
You disappear the kid
and I find a body.
Yeah.
Almost seems as if it's
a bad idea for a cop
to stake his entire
career on a handshake
with a crooked politician
and a gangster.
Go fuck yourself.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Toodaloo.
Mrs. Clark,
I am so sorry for your loss.
If there's anything
that I can do to...
I need a minute.
I don't want that
woman in my house.
Your mom's going to
get through this.
She's a strong woman.
I don't think this
is the best place
for you right now, considering.
I'll call the funeral home.
Anything you need, it's covered.
You take care of your family.
Desire take care of you.
So the money that
killed my brother
is supposed to bury him now?
- Man, I...
- I got to get back to my mom.
41-27. Still no
gunshot wounds reported?
41-27.
One, but not a match
to the bus station vic.
41-27, roger.
Which hospital?
Security.
This is Detective
Rudy Cunningham.
I'm looking for a suspect who
took a shot at me tonight.
You've got a John Doe
gunshot vic, just came in,
Hispanic, male, 40s.
Can you confirm this
description for me?
Yeah, I'll check the ER.
Who called this in?
I did.
He look Hispanic to you?
Must've been a clerical error.
Yeah?
Yeah, this
gunshot victim we got in.
He's a Black teenager.
I'm on my way.
Who else was involved? Huh?
Who helped you?
How much time do you think
you'll do for killing me?
Life? Probably.
Hell, death possibly.
It's premeditated.
Don't worry about me.
I'm getting pretty good at this.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Well, I already
told Nancy Costello
that you were the one
who killed my wife.
So she'll know
that this was you.
Being in
prison as a former judge
is no picnic,
but it's nothing like
being a former cop.
The things you did
to people like KJ,
well, let's just
say it's gonna be...
It's not gonna be
good to be you.
Just answer me
this one question.
If your confidential informant
didn't know that Robin
was coming to the
corner store that night,
then how did you know?
Keep thinking about
all those victims
who were in your courthouse
hoping for justice
but instead having to
watch your bleeding heart
set criminals free.
Scum, drug dealers, killers,
with long rap sheets
who somehow slipped
through the justice system.
We catch them, you release them.
Wait, wait, what are you doing?
I'm restraining him.
He's unconscious.
He's the suspect in a
shooting, hence the handcuffs.
He's a victim of a shooting,
hence the gunshot wound.
Ma'am, step aside.
- Unlock him.
- You heard her.
I don't answer to you.
He's my patient. As
soon as he's stable...
Have the doctor call me.
I'll unlock him then.
I'm not chasing
you down for those keys.
Sorry, ladies.
Lee.
You have to unlock
this kid, now.
Hey. Hey.
I'm here.
What's happening?
You're at the hospital.
You lost a lot of blood.
You'll need surgery, but
you're gonna be okay.
They know who I am?
No. I'm working on
keeping it that way.
I'll be right back.
You can have a doctor on
life, but you cannot...
I am that young man's attorney,
and I'm gonna file a civil suit
against this whole hospital
and make you a named defendant
unless you unlock him right now.
I'm just
following hospital policy.
Once the patient is restrained,
he remains restrained...
Lee.
I'm Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
I'm Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
Eugene Jones!
My name is Eugene Jones!
I'm...
I'm Eugene Jones! Eugene Jones!
I'm Eugene Jones!
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck.
How's my favorite detective?
Eugene Jones is alive.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure. I shot
him tonight, but, uh...
- he got away.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.
- Where is he now?
- In a hospital!
Everyone's about to find out!
Charlie? Like...
Hey, what should we do?
Charlie!
We are so fucked!
Who's "we"?
What?
You're the one
who found the dead body.
You're the one who took credit
for cracking a case
you didn't solve.
Sound like you in your car.
Yeah.
I suggest you keep on driving.
It's crazy...
how little say we
get -
in the biggest
moments of our lives.
When they come for you,
know that it's my death
that led them to you.
Yeah, I don't know.
Disgraced judge with
a dead family...
He already tried to off
himself when he was in prison.
No, I think that your suicide
is going to feel
tragically believable.
Here.
Let's just get your
prints on here.
There were only
two of us involved,
but just so you know...
I was the one that got her.
"Because I could
not stop for death,
he kindly stopped for me."
Afraid so.
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
God, how did you even
know where to find me?
The phone, Olivia gave you.
I've been tracking you since you
left the station this morning.
- Come on.
- Thank you.
He killed her.
I'm sorry.
Yeah. Costello.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
He said there was
another cop involved.
Let me see that.
That looks pretty nasty.
You want me to
call an ambulance?
Yeah?
You got a name for me?
Who you working with?
You know, I think I got
more time here than you do.
Christ.
Detective Costello,
41-41. Requesting EMS.
My location for a code
three for a gunshot victim.
Does that hurt?
Really looks like it hurts.
Who is it?!
Fuck you. Fuck you.
Yeah, fuck you, too.
Which one's yours?
Uh, that one.
Passcode?
Great, thanks for
your cooperation.
What is it?
Looks like when this
asshole's in trouble,
he calls one guy,
all night long.
Hey, it's Costello again.
You'll find the gunshot victim
just northeast of his car.
He's the one who's
hugging a fence.
Okay.
I should have fought
harder to flush that poison
when I had the chance.
- Me, too.
- No.
It's not on you.
Nah. It's on Big Mo.
She care more about
that fucking club
than her own people.
Just be with your family.
I'll keep you and
yours in my prayers.
All right?
Hey.
She can't get away
with this shit forever.
Mmm, mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
Good.
Mmm.
You got to try this.
What's with you tonight?
I don't know.
I just, uh...
- feel free.
- Oh.
Is that why you let Frankie go?
Carlo, is Phillip Calabri
still in the hotel?
He should be.
Can you get him on
the phone, please?
Frankie was head of
this family's security
and I don't think we've
been particularly secure.
And you didn't feel
the need to consult me?
I have a pretty good idea
how you feel about Frankie.
Oh, I see.
And Fia?
You're just gonna
let her go as well?
He's on.
Jimmy?
Mr. Calabri.
Well, I've considered
your family's proposal.
Here's my counteroffer.
Our docks can be
made available to you
the day your investment is made,
but once the Baxter
District is complete,
so too then is our arrangement.
That is my best, and final.
And I'd like your answer now.
Good.
We have a deal.
Fia will come back.
She has nowhere else to go.
Fia?
Hi.
Is everything okay?
Um, motion is the
only thing that might
put him to sleep right
now, so I'm just, um...
Okay, don't let me
get in your way.
I'm cancelling the baptism.
Okay.
Thank you for coming down here
to relay that information.
Can I make an observation?
Yeah.
Most people...
don't come to church in
the middle of the night
to talk about something that
could be handled over the phone.
When we got in the car
tonight, I thought,
"I'm getting the hell out of
here and I'm never coming back."
And then it dawned on me:
A 17-year-old single mom.
I haven't finished high school.
Where am I gonna go?
Well, you found your way here.
Yeah, I have to
escape my family.
This is the one place
they wouldn't look.
The perfect hiding
place for a heathen.
What happened?
Same thing that always happens.
You know my family.
I think I met all of them, yeah.
No, I mean...
you know who they are.
Yeah.
They would never let me leave.
Especially now.
Let's see.
Thank God. Sorry.
No.
I'm trapped.
And it doesn't matter because
I have nowhere else to go.
You know, my dad was
overbearing, to say the least.
- He's a carpenter.
- Oh, like Jesus.
That's about the only
thing they had in common.
Anyway, I, uh, I worked
for him for several years.
And then, one day,
I said I wanted to do
something different.
And he laid out
how bleak my future would be
if I didn't have
him to support me.
His was the only
house I ever lived in.
He provided me with everything.
I was petrified to leave.
But there was one place...
I knew I belonged.
Wow.
You really do pick your moments
and then try to proselytize.
My point is, Fia,
is if you look at who
is in your life...
you may find that you
do belong someplace,
even if it's not the
place you've always been.
All right, looks like
he's getting ready to split.
Stay here.
- Wait.
- Stay here.
Be careful.
Car number 292,
northeast corner of
Hunt and 25th Street.
Circling back right now.
Can I get some backup?
Where you headed, Rudy?
That boy never should've
come back to New Orleans.
What boy?
Rudy, what the fuck?
Put your fucking hands up!
I had a conversation
with Beckwith.
You probably found it
pretty fucking amusing,
watching me try to figure
out who killed Robin Desiato.
Congratulations, I guess,
but you're a couple
years too late.
Goddamn it, Rudy. Put
your fucking hands up!
You want to stop me, you're
gonna have to kill me.
I don't have a
problem with that.
Did you order her hit?
She should've just let it go.
How'd you know she was gonna
be in the store that night?
Because I got a phone call.
The same phone call I always
get when there's a problem.
Like when a judge's car
needs to be disappeared.
Who?
I know you
probably won't believe me,
but back in the day, I
was a really good cop.
I took pride in my work. I
believed in what I was doing.
You kill people, for money.
I'm not all bad.
You're a son of a bitch.
I know something's
got to happen here.
But I'm not going to prison.
Don't move!
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Michael.
He's dead.
He shot himself.
Did he say anything?
I'm finding your tranquility
rather irritating.
Oh, it's Cusack.
Did you find the boy?
He was shot earlier tonight.
He's in the emergency room
being prepped for the O.R.
Is he gonna die?
He's expected to recover.
And what happens then?
We place him under arrest.
- We're here now.
- Okay. Okay.
No. You're happy
with that result?
Well, I am happy the
threat's been neutralized.
I'm gonna try Fia again.
Hey,
it's Fia. You missed me.
Leave a message.
I want my child and
my grandchild back!
Carlo.
You've been trying to prove
yourself for a while now.
- I know.
- Mm-hmm.
You're strong, decisive.
That can be very valuable.
We need someone right
now with fortitude.
Someone we can trust
with our lives.
Can you be that for us now?
Yes.
Yes, I can.
Carlo, go downstairs
and get the car.
Uh, yeah.
My boy needs his rest.
And I don't want to
see you at the house
unless Fia has come home.
Come up with something
better than "one bad apple."
"I am deeply remorseful to
learn that a decorated member
of the New Orleans
Police Department
would falsify information and
conspire to defraud the public
in the interest of
advancing his own career.
But I remain confident
that the actions
of one unscrupulous officer..."
"...is in no way a reflection
of our brave men and
women in uniform."
Charlie.
Zeke, give us a minute.
Rudy Cunningham is dead.
I know.
He was your friend?
Well, uh... I knew him. Uh...
When I asked you to
get rid of my car,
that's who you called, right?
Yeah.
He had Robin killed.
It turns out that
Robin was killed
because she was
investigating dirty cops.
It wasn't a random
act of violence.
It was a hit.
And before Robin left
the house that night,
I overheard her make
a telephone call.
Michael.
And that call was
to you, wasn't it?
She wanted to know
if I had any contacts
in the police department.
And you called Rudy Cunningham?
Well, I-I called the guy I call.
Well, uh, I was
trying to help her.
- I had no idea that...
- You didn't connect those dots?
If I had known, uh, I would
have come forward with it.
I'm sorry, Michael.
Me, too.