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[Lee] I'm his lawyer, and I
don't stop working for someone

just because they die or even
if their whole family dies.

Eugene?

I'm calling an ambulance.

No, no, no. I can't
go to the hospital.

They're gonna kill me.

[nurse] I have a gunshot victim.

- He just arrived.
- You can't do that.

The police did this to him.

[Olivia] I need your
help on something else.

Take me back to prison,
but we are through.

I will tell you
when we are through.

I am done.

I can't see you anymore.

Is this about my dad?

Having me in your
life won't make it

any easier for you.

We got to figure out a
way to move this shit.

Bodies dropping is bad
for the neighborhood.

[Big Mo] Spread it out.
That way, if anybody drops,

no one knows it's from here.

[Chris] My little brother.
He took one of the balloons.

He dead.

I should have fought harder

to flush that poison
when I had the chance.

[Chris] It's on Big
Mo. She care more about

that fucking club
than her own people.

She can't get away
with this shit forever.

If only we could
get as much support

as that drug-dealing bitch

from the Lower Ninth.

[Jimmy] Can't you
leave that alone?

[Gina] I don't want her

across the street from my hotel.

Joey came to the hotel,

and he saw Eugene Jones.

I thought he was disposed of.

Eugene Jones is alive.

Charlie! We are so fucked!

Who's "we"?

I'm restraining him.

He's unconscious.

He's the suspect in a shooting.

I am that young man's attorney.

Unlock him right now.

Eugene Jones! My
name is Eugene Jones!

What is wrong with this family?

I'm so fucking done
with all of you.

And I don't want to
see you at the house

unless Fia has come home.

[Fia] A 17-year-old single mom.

Where am I gonna go?

It turns out

that Robin was killed because

she was investigating
dirty cops.

I was trying to help her.

I had no idea that...

You didn't connect those dots?

I'm sorry, Michael.

[Michael] Me too.

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.

[Somber music]

[chuckles]

- [Baby Rocco fusses]
- Oh, yeah.

You're a good eater. Yeah.

Mm...

[imitating fussing] Mm,
mm, mm, mm. More, please?

- Mm.
- [smacking lips]

- Good boy, Rocco.
- Oh, thank you

- for feeding him.
- Oh, no problem.

Where is my phone?
Where is my phone?

It's in your hand, mama.

[sighs] I'm losing my mind.

No, no, no. You're
just... Here.

You're just a little nervous.

Sit down for a second.
Just breathe, all right?

-You need to eat a
little -[phone dings]

something before your test.

Stacey's running late.

Nothing is going right today.

You know, when I sat
to take my bar exam,

I vomited all the way
to the testing site.

Oh, sorry.

- The timing of that was off.
- Yeah.

But, I mean, but it was

full-on spew all the
eggs and French toast

that Robin made for
me that morning.

I even got a little
bit on my shoe.

And so, the whole time

that I was taking the test,

I could not take my
eyes off my shoe.

[coffee pouring]

What was the point
of that story?

Oh. That I still passed.

Yeah, I'm not worried
about passing.

I'm worried about... life.

I mean, my freshman year,

our guidance counselor sat
us down, had us do these

five-year plans.

Dropping out of high
school to have a baby

and then taking the
GED while living

with my sort-of father-in-law
was not a part of that plan.

Real life will never
be on a five-year plan.

And I have firm orders
from your sort-of...

grandmother-in-law
for you to stay put.

You two are not a burden,

you're a blessing.

Thanks.

I'll get you a to-go
cup for your coffee.

Thank you. Rocco!

- [chuckles] Look at you.
- [phone dings]

Shit, Stacey's still
20 minutes away.

No problem. I got him.

- Really? Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Here, here, here. Go, go, go.
- Okay. Thank you. Thank you,

- thank you, thank you.
- Do well. Don't worry.

Everything's under control.

Who did that to you, hm?

Miss me?

[Michael] Here we go, buddy boy.

- Hey.
- [babbling]

That's a cute kid.

What do you want?

I heard you and Nancy had a
pretty harrowing experience.

Well, it's over. That's
all that matters.

Good.

Then we can get back to work.

I said we were done. I meant it.

You got a pretty good thing
going on here, don't you?

You have a family now,
you get to be a grandpa,

and I am happy for
you, I truly am,

but we are not done.

I need a witness, Michael.

I need someone who could get
me inside the Baxter family,

someone whose knowledge
of and access to their

innermost workings
is unquestionable.

Help me flip Fia Baxter.

Oh, my God.

[doorbell rings]

Ah. That's Fia's friend.

She's here to babysit.

- You need to leave.
- Michael,

Fia is the only
member of that family

who's not a criminal.

- Get out.
- [doorbell rings]

[sighs] Michael, just
hear me out, please.

- Listen. No.
- Please, just hear me out.

She trusts you. I promise you,

this will be the last
thing that I ask you to do.

And these are the last words

that I'll speak to you.

Fuck off.

- [lively music playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

Yeah.

That's hot.

[laughs]

[gasps]

[Tense, dramatic music]

[tires screech]

She all bark, no bite.

Nah.

That bitch got bite.

[buzzer sounds]

[buzzer sounds]

[guard] Visitor.

[Ominous music]

[buzzer sounds]

[buzzer sounds]

- [door closes]
- [lock clicks]

How you doing?

I brought you some paper.

They wouldn't let me bring
the pencils in. Too sharp.

Thanks.

I asked them to move you

to a juvenile facility,

but the judge isn't
too keen on it.

You're sight and sound
separated, right?

All right. I'm gonna initiate

contact with the D.A.'s
office, try to get a sense

of what their expectations are.

What do you mean?

I'm gonna talk to the
prosecutor, feel him out.

My suspicion is that
they'd come to an agreement

rather than take this to trial.

So, you want me to take a deal?

I want you to think very
carefully about a number.

How much time are
you willing to serve?

[Slow, somber music]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Jarek.

I'll see you in there. Lee.

Finally ready to talk?

Figured we might as well
begin the conversation.

Good. Why don't
we set a meeting?

Because I don't have an office
and I don't want to go to yours,

- so let-let's chat.
- Mm.

Is your client ready to deal?

Depends.

Why don't you give me
your bullshit offer

so we get that out
of the way first?

There are no bullshit offers.

Your client is looking
at life without parole.

And that's exactly what
he'll get if we go to trial.

He pleads guilty to
second-degree murder, 30 years.

He's a child.

- So was the kid he killed.
- Allegedly.

Okay, fine, allegedly.

But you... you know he did it.

I don't know that.

I know you say he did that

because the cops
say he did that.

Same cops who said

they found his body, same
cops who tried to kill him.

All I know is that
people on your side

never wanted my client to see
the inside of a courtroom.

I thought your boss
was all about reform.

And I thought you
were only doing

wills and estates these days.

30 years means he'd be my
age by the time he got out.

You got a lot of
good years left.

Do you have an offer I can
actually take to my client?

Apparently not.

But I am open to
alternative arrangements.

Meaning what?

Meaning, if your client

has information I can use to
prosecute upper-level members

- of Desire...
- He's not a gang member.

Oh, come on, Lee. He's
been the focal point

of a war between Baxter
and Desire for a year.

On the night of his arrest,

he had been spotted at
Buffa's, a Desire front,

and his last known
residence in New Orleans

was Little Mo
Morrow's apartment.

Tell me, what more does one
have to do to be considered

a gang member?

If he snitches on
the wrong person,

they will find a way
to get to him inside.

We can agree on a
long-term facility

to keep him safe and
far away from danger.

Let's say he has
information to offer you.

How low could you go?

Lower than 30 years. How's that?

Why don't you find out
if he knows anything,

then we'll talk.

[Slow, dramatic music]

Right now, every one
of our properties

runs on this system, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- You go to either of the hotels

or any of the restaurants,
this is what you see.

Problem is you have
to be in that location

- to see it.
- Right.

We're gonna change that.

So, each place is dialed in.

You can monitor from anywhere.

From any of the...
of the locations?

- Mm-hmm. And on your phone, too.
- Huh.

If there's an attack or
a breach of any kind,

alerts are instantaneous,
backups will be deployed.

We'll know about it
the moment it happens.

Ah. Very nice.

Very nice, son.

- Good morning.
- We'll see about that.

What are you doing about
the club across the street?

The grand opening. Tonight.

You understand what
it could look like

over there, what kind of
people it could attract?

They could be armed,
they could be dangerous.

Double the security.

Triple the security here
at the hotel tonight.

- Post some extra men outside.
- Will do.

Thank you.

Any word from Fia?

She hasn't reached out.

She's still playing
house with Desiato.

Mm.

What a lovely morning, indeed.

[Tense, dramatic music]

[Quise. B's "By
Any Means" playing]

They wonder how I do it...

That'll cover our
friend in Houston.

Vaya con Dios, Roderick.

All rags, blue cheese

When I step out with the bag,
everybody trying to notice

Who was that, I got
a bag in my jeans

High price, my fit top,
dollar everything that I wear

I get the bag by any means

Aw, yeah, aw, yeah

Aw, yeah, I get the
bag by any means

Aw, yeah, aw, yeah

They wonder how I do it

Step out when I do
it, got the form

With the panoramic views
'cause my view different

Let 'em watch how I do it

It's the wild, wild west,
my guy, better stay tuned

Got my name in your mouth,
yeah, that's free promo

I got your girl in my
lap, said she ride solo

Too much drip ain't
never hurt nobody, yeah

I got it tough, so
don't try nothing...

- [dial spins]
- [lock clicks]

I don't care if
she a gold digger

She gon' get this...

Did good, Russ.

Weak as hell, but it moved.

Damn right it did.

[door opens]

[door closes]

I got a bag in my jeans...

What's the plan tonight?

Quarter's gonna be wild.

Need all the muscle we got,

you know, just in
case the welcome wagon

decide to pay us a visit.

But we don't want to
leave ourself vulnerable.

Okay? So, Russ,

you secure the money
in them trap houses.

Then you come with
me to the new club.

Chris, get a few men,
you stay here at Buffa's.

- Protect home base.
- [Chris] Stay here?

Got to be ready for anything.

Got it.

[indistinct chatter in distance]

- Sorry for the delay, sir.
- Oh. Ah.

- Fred Grayson.
- Hi.

- How can I help you today?
- [clears throat]

Um, several years ago,
I opened an account.

A 529 college fund.

Uh, I'd like to know
what my options are.

Of course. Can
I get your name?

- Michael Desiato.
- [typing]

Uh, here it is. The
account is in your name,

and the beneficiary
is Adam Desiato.

Right. Uh...

It was meant to pay
for his tuition,

but that's... no
longer the plan.

Well, a 529 is for
more than just college.

It can be used for any number
of educational expenses.

So, if Adam wants to go
to a vocational school

or if he needs a new
computer or if he wants

- to study abroad...
- N-No, ju-just...

Adam died.

Oh, I'm...

I am so sorry.

So, just like to know
what my options are.

[Slow, somber music]

[typing]

30 years?!

I'm not done negotiating,

but I don't want to
give you false hope.

Kofi couldn't even make it a-a
week, and he's stronger than me.

The prosecutor indicated that...

he might be willing
to make a deal if you

have information he could use.

Information about what?

Desire.

Oh, no. No, no, no.
I'm not a part of that.

- I know.
- No, do you know what'll happen

to me in here if I
get caught snitching?

I know. I know!

- I know, I know.
- [stammers]

No Desire. I'm done.

Maybe you need a better lawyer.

What, you gonna
bail on me now, too?

No, but I'm-I'm just trying

to protect you.

Then don't leave me.

But I'm afraid that if I push

too hard, I push
the wrong people,

then something bad might happen.

[Slow, somber music]

- [soft jazz music playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

Donetta, right?

I've never seen you here before.

Well, I've been here.

May I join you?

Sure.

Are you still attending
the grief group?

Every week.

I haven't been in a while.

Yes, your absence
has been apparent.

I suppose I should apologize.

I'm sorry I said your
son was a heroin addict.

My son was a heroin addict.

Well, I'm sorry for

implying that his death was...

any less painful for you than
Rocco's was for me. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I don't get along with
women particularly well.

- Uh...
- [laughs]

And here I thought we were
gonna become good friends.

[soft chuckle] It's
probably my mother's fault.

[scoffs]

Even with my
daughter, I don't...

I-I never know how
to talk to her.

Then again, uh...

I don't know how to talk to
anyone in my family anymore.

I feel like I'm
losing my family,

one member at a time.

First, Rocco, and-and then Fia.

But I sometimes
feel like I'm a...

I'm a mother without
any children.

But you're not a mother
without children.

I'm so...

I'm so sorry. I didn't
mean to imply that...

It's okay. I know
what you mean.

I notice that you never
talk about your husband.

I'm not sure there's
anything left to say.

Wow...

My marriage fell apart
because of my son's death.

I'd wanted to stage an
intervention, but...

my husband didn't want to accept
how bad things had become.

By the time he agreed
it was too late,

and I could never
forgive him for that.

Right.

My husband bought Rocco the
motorcycle he was killed on.

And then, when Fia started

to pull away, much like you,

I advocated for an
aggressive response,

but Jimmy said no.

You know, he was afraid
it would push her away.

And now she's left us anyway.

Gina...

don't let him stand between
you and your children.

They are the only
babies that you

are ever going to have.

You can always
get a new husband.

[soft chuckle]

Can I ask you a
personal question?

Yeah.

In light of how your son died,

if a heroin dealer moved in
across the street from you...

I would burn their
house to the ground.

Maybe you and I are
gonna be good friends.

[Slow, dramatic music]

Fuck it.

Back already, huh?

- Spoke to my client.
- Mm-hmm.

He's not pleading guilty
to second-degree murder.

- 30 years is a lifetime.
- Okay then.

I'm thinking negligent
homicide, ten years.

With good time, he'd
be out in three.

Maybe he doesn't have to start
his adult life behind bars.

Okay, look, if we are really
this far apart on this,

why don't we just agree to
see each other at the trial.

How can you be so
callous about this?

I don't want to see him spend

the majority of his
life in prison, Lee.

I really don't.

And I-I'm not looking to
make my career on this case,

but he killed a kid.

I have information.

[Slow, tense music]

How high up? Little Mo?

- Big Mo?
- Not Desire.

And not Eugene's
information. It's mine.

It's about Michael Desiato.

He already went to prison.

Not for the things I know about.

He fixed a trial.

Did you know that?

He helped a guilty
killer go free.

Why are you telling me this?

Because if that
information got out,

every case that got prosecuted

in his courtroom,

every conviction
you guys got with

Michael Desiato presiding

would be reopened and appealed.

That's got to be the
D.A.'s worst nightmare.

Can you prove this?

I don't need to prove it.

I just need to take
it to the press.

And I will.

So, your strategy is to
blackmail the D.A.'s office

in exchange for a reduced
sentence for your client?

Yep.

You could be disbarred
for that, Lee.

I've got another secret for you.

I don't want to be
a lawyer anymore.

Why are you doing this, Lee?

Because I let his brother down.

I will talk to my boss,

but if I drop to
negligent homicide,

that is the end of
this negotiation.

And believe me when
I say that if you

force me to try this
case, I'll have no choice.

It'll be murder one,

charged as an adult

for committing a crime
we both know he did.

That is life without parole.

So, forget how long he
has to live in prison.

He will die there.

- God, that's an easy baby.
- [chuckles] I know.

I got a good one.

But still, I don't
know how you manage it.

Doesn't that freak you out...
Having a baby at our age?

Yeah. Sometimes.

- [chuckles softly]
- Oh, let me, um...

- No, you don't have to pay me.
- Stacey...

It's fine, really.

- Okay. Thank you.
- [doorbell rings]

- I'll get it.
- Thanks.

[sighs]

- Fia?
- Yeah?

Hi, Fia.

My name is Olivia.
Can we talk?

[Carlo] We got a dozen
extra men here tonight.

And I'm gonna stay at
the hotel, just in case.

The extra men,
inside or outside?

Outside. Yeah.

- They'll cover the doors.
- Good.

[chuckles] No sense
in being discreet.

This is the last place
we need another incident.

Yeah, understood.

They're here for
protection, not instigation.

A man's clothing says

a lot about who he is.

I commend you on your
sartorial choices of late.

You look professional. Hm.

Like someone to be
taken seriously.

This tie, though...

What, you don't like it?

No, it's fine for now.

You're young and in charge of
men much older than you, so...

- You don't wear one.
- Mm-mmm.

Most men wear ties because
they have to, right?

The absence of a
tie lets people know

that you answer to no one.

To each his own, though, son.

You look good.

Thanks, Dad.

- Hallelujah.
- [chuckles]

[people cheering]

- I'll-I'll check on it.
- All right.

I don't deal with that
pislik muddy muddy

Living fast, yeah,
yeah, boy, hadi hadi

Not a lira job, yeah,
I want that pound money

Fly high, get down,
down, down money

When that food comes
heavy so buddy buddy

Roll it up, roll up,
tell my donny donny...

[trilling]

[song continuing in distance]

[vocalizing]

- My God.
- [chuckles] Stop.

I'm not even dressed
yet. [sniffles]

I feel like a wreck.

Didn't realize you
still got nervous.

Yeah. I still get jitters

when it comes to
a big performance.

Mm.

Besides, I know what
this means to you, so...

I just want it to be perfect.

You're perfect.

What's going on?

You're not the only one
who gets nervous still.

- That's cute. [chuckles]
- Mm.

Oh. Mm-mmm, mm-mmm, mm-mmm.

Sorry, but this face
is fully beat already.

- [chuckles] But...
- Uh-huh?

After the show,

I'm all yours.

- For how long?
- [chuckles]

Long as you want.

Forever, then.

Forever.

Yeah.

[laughs]

[Big Freedia's "She
Tipsy" playing]

Best believing that
Big Freedia that bitch

Freedia the one that don't quit

Best believing that
Big Freedia that bitch

Freedia the one that don't quit

Best believing that
Big Freedia that bitch

Freedia the one that don't quit

[indistinct chatter]

Best believe in a bad
bitch, best believe in it

Best believe in it, best
believe in a bad bitch

Best believing that
Big Freedia that bitch

Freedia the one that don't quit

Best believing that
Big Freedia that bitch

Freedia the one that don't quit

She 'bout to make it pop,
Naomi Campbell walk...

You ready?

While she do that booty wop,
she on that nine-to-five

She keep her money right

She pulling double time

Working it all night

She gon' make me do it,
she put her back into it

She got a big booty, and
she know how to use it

She 'bout to make it pop,
Naomi Campbell walk...

[song continuing in distance]

[Ominous music]

Let's go meet the neighbors.

Mom.

Fuck.

Mom.

Dad said we shouldn't
initiate contact.

Oh? Dad said?

Mom.

Whoa, whoa.

There's a line.

I'm here to see the new owner.

Great. Get in line.

Come on, Mom, let's go.

Yeah, Mom, go on.

- Hey, whoa, whoa.
- Get your hands off of me!

- Get the fuck off her.
- [grunting]

Yo, yo, hey, hey,
hey. What's going on?

It's fine.

[Russell] I got this.

Mrs. Baxter, please
accept our sincerest

apologies for the
misunderstanding.

Had we known you wished
to pay us a visit,

we would have had your name at
the door for these gentlemen.

Please, won't you come in?

Five minutes.

Mr. Baxter.

[Tasha the Amazon's
"Intercontinental" playing]

Another 30,000,
what'd you do today?

Meditating, and
I'm-a rise, namaste

Hey, now nothing, no one

Never standing in my way

Trying to catch me, kick to me

Pull away like a street team

Flame thrower, yeah,
I'm really heating

You a light mess
like the preseason

Why you mad? 'Cause
I'm deep breathing

Can't kill us, we
just keep breathing

Blowing up, yeah,
we skeet-skeeting

Team meeting's
got my team eating

Yo

Tell me who dollar,
tell me who red

Money, money...

[indistinct chatter]

Welcome to the Dezi Boule.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Bars are such a risky
investment that I figured

I should stop by sooner
rather than later.

- Just in case.
- Mm.

We plan on staying a while.

I brought you a gift.

Now, that's a hella label.

I thought you would
appreciate the change

from malt liquor.

- [Russell chuckles]
- [Big Mo laughs]

Well, this should class
up the place a bit, yeah?

Just to flex, live and direct

Now cut me a check or get
out my way to the left

Oh, yo...

Mmm.

[sucks teeth]

That's what a $500
shot tastes like.

Hmm.

Meditating, I'm-a rise

Namaste

Now nothing, no one, never
standing in my way...

[Big Mo] Hmm.

[liquor sloshing]

- Can't forget the homies.
- [Russell laughs]

Ya, ya

Nothing, no one, never
standing in my way...

I hope you enjoy your night.

My way

We intend on it.

- [music continuing in distance]
- [indistinct chatter]

Mom. Mom.

What the fuck was that?

Carlo, I know how much
your father's approval

means to you, and I
want you to have that,

but just remember this.

You... came out of me.

[DJ] Ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to welcome you

to the Dezi Boule.

[cheering]

[whistles]

Now it's time to
christen this stage

with the local legend,
the vocal vixen,

the one, the only Janelle.

[cheering, whooping]

[band playing bluesy jazz music]

Don't need permission,
made my decision

To test my limits

'Cause it's my business,
God as my witness

Start what I finished

Don't need no holdup,
taking control of

This kind of moment

I'm locked and loaded,
completely focused

My mind is open

All that you got

Skin to skin, oh, my God

Don't you stop, girl

Somethin' 'bout you

Makes me feel

Like a dangerous woman

Somethin' 'bout, somethin'

Nothing to prove and
I'm bulletproof and...

Everybody get the
fuck out of here!

- [crowd screaming]
- Move! Let's go, move!

Let's go, come on!

Like introducing us
to a new thing...

Let's go!

Go, go, go.

The taste, the flavor,
'cause I'm a taker

'Cause I'm a giver

It's only nature,
live for danger

All that you got skin to skin

Oh, my God, don't you stop

Girl

Somethin' 'bout you

Makes me feel

Like a dangerous woman

Somethin' 'bout,
somethin' 'bout you

Makes me want to do

Things that I shouldn't

Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

[Olivia] It's the oddest
thing about family, right?

We know them better than anyone,

yet sometimes we don't
know them at all.

Fia.

The Baxters have left a trail

of victims, ruined lives

and dead bodies in their wake.

Then why don't you arrest them?

I would love to.

I really would.

But there's a difference
between what I know

and what I can prove.

Even if all of this is true,

and it seems like you
have no idea if it is...

it's got nothing to do with me.

[Olivia] This
house right here...

It belonged to the
family of Kofi Jones.

This family...

was murdered.

Their house

blown up.

It was a gas leak.

Come on, Fia.

Kofi Jones kills Rocco Baxter

and Carlo Baxter
kills Kofi Jones.

Then the Jones family is
killed days later by...

the Baxter family.

And what does this
have to do with you?

Eugene Jones

tries to kill your brother,

misses, and hits the
father of your child

instead, and I am so
sorry that happened.

[sniffles, exhales sharply]

[Olivia] That's the thing
about criminality like this.

It leaves victims everywhere.

What do you want from me?

I want you to be
the compassionate,

strong person that
I know you are.

I want you to make right

the things that your
family has done wrong.

I need you

to get me inside
the Baxter family.

I won't spy on my family.

No matter what you say they did.

What about what
they're going to do?

Hmm?

This is about the past.

But my case is also about
what they're doing right now.

And what they intend
to do in the future.

Fia.

I know you're not like
the rest of your family.

But if you choose
to do nothing now...

you've got to wonder what
makes you so different?

[door opens]

[door closes]

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Hi. I am an A.U.S.A.,

and I am here

speaking with Ms. Baxter

about her family. And you are?

I'm her attorney.

Well, very nice to
meet you, Mister...

Desiato.

Mr. Desiato. Okay. Well,
why don't you have a seat?

Look, th-this girl is a minor.

You are not to speak to her
again without me present.

Time to go.

[Olivia] Fia.

It's still up to you.

You can help me prevent

a lot of pain.

I'll see myself out, thank you.

[Baby Rocco fussing on monitor]

[crying]

You've got a lot of
accessories, woman.

I'm trying to get you home.

Yeah, well, delay
your gratification.

- That ain't how I work.
- [chuckles softly]

[knocking]

- Someone hit us.
- [Big Mo] The fuck...

- What you mean? Where?
- Buffa's. And the trap house.

- All of 'em.
- Get the boys.

I'll meet you back at the house.

Monique. Hey. Do
not go with them.

- Let them do their jobs.
- Meet me at the house.

[Tense music]

[breathing sharply]

[box snaps closed]

It was Chris.

[broken glass crumbles]

Fuck, J!

Why the fuck didn't
you go home?!

- J.
- [gun clatters]

J, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, J.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I'm sorry.

J. J!

[footsteps approaching]

Any luck?

- Yeah, he's down.
- Good.

Uh, so, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking that
this time next month

I will have a high school
diploma and a family in jail.

That assistant U.S. attorney...

What exactly did she tell you?

I mean, she just said that...

everything I've ever
heard about my family

is probably true.

And that they'll just
keep doing awful things

until somebody stops them.

Do you think she was
telling the truth?

I think she'd say
whatever she had to.

Are you really my lawyer?

No. No.

I lost my license
to practice law.

Right.

Well, you're the closest
thing I've got, so...

is there any advice
you can give me?

I think you should
stay out of it.

I think you should
stay away from whatever

messes your family has created.

Even if they belong in prison?

Fia,

nothing good will come out
of you getting involved.

You're a 17-year-old mother.

It's not your job
to fight crime.

Your job

is to take care of him by
taking care of yourself.

Here.

What's this?

It's Adam's college fund.

I made you the beneficiary.

I can't take this.

It belongs to you.

What am I supposed
to do with it?

How about you make a
new five-year plan?

I wouldn't know where to begin.

I think you and Rocco should

get as far away from
this city as you can.

[Contemplative music]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

Morning.

Thought I might
find you out here.

I'm really sorry, Jimmy.

The night Rocco died...

I knew right then that you
and I would never make it.

[sighs]

Look, this-this... this has
not been our best period.

And I'm sure,
sweetheart, that I'm...

I'm to blame for a lot of it.

But I've actually done
some reading about this.

Now, couples can
struggle for years

to reconnect after
the loss of a child.

The pain can keep people apart
for a very, very long time.

But I am not going anywhere.

I pushed you

to do things...

to exact

revenge.

So that the pain might be
a little easier to bear.

But that didn't
help. None of...

none of that made it any better.

And we can never change
the fundamental truth.

That it's your fault

that Rocco is dead.

And I will never love you...

again.

[Somber music]

[inhales, exhales]

[buzzer sounds]

- You okay?
- [door closes]

I didn't go to sleep last night.

Did something happen?

It's just this place.

Yeah.

I spoke to the prosecutor again.

I think I can get him down
to negligent homicide.

Yeah? How?

I know things

that I'm willing to reveal.

- Know things about what?
- Things that would cause

a lot of problems for a lot
of very powerful people.

Only way I could
get him to deal.

[sighs]

Negligent homicide. Okay,
h-how long would that be?

Ten years.

I know, but

it's your first offense.

And with good time,

you'd be out in a few years.

And if I take the deal,
I-I got to plead guilty.

You do.

And I got to say I
murdered that kid.

Do I get to explain
my side of the story?

I just want this to be over for
you while you're still young.

Well, how can I do that
if the whole world thinks

I'm just some thug
who shot up a hotel?

This is the best deal
you're gonna get.

[sinister music]

No deal.

I want my trial.

[indistinct chatter]

[birds chirping]

[Olivia] Where's your "client"?

[Michael] She has nothing
to do with her family.

[Olivia] Well, I
believe she could be

very valuable to my case.

[Michael] You'd be
ruining her life.

[scoffs]

Well, she has some rude
awakenings on the horizon

whether she helps me or not.

And what about my grandson?

You help me convince
her, we'll make sure

they're both taken care of,
but I am running out of time.

There are far too many
lives at stake for me

to ease up for the
sake of those two.

And I wish it was
different, but Fia

is the only member of that
family who might cooperate.

And there's no one else who
could get me that close to them.

[suspenseful music]

I can.

You leave Fia and Rocco alone

and I will get you Jimmy Baxter.