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Previously onYour Honor...

So your miraculous escape,
not so miraculous after all.

And then Little Mo hides you
out in Houston with my sister,

of all people, 'cause he knew

I wouldn't go there
looking for you.

You should have never
came back, Little Man.

She was gonna kill you
if you took the money.

You're lucky you're blood.

You ain't fam.

Not to me.

Not no more.

There's nothing
for me here anymore.

Tomorrow, your ass is
on a bus back to H-Town.

Fentanyl cut with heroin.

You tried that shit?

It's gonna be
the hottest shit in NOLA.

You're my guinea pig, Joey.

We were just talking about
the waterfront deal.

If this mayor is a problem,

there are ways to get a new one.

I'm concerned
for Charlie's safety.

If I can't do this deal
the way I wanted to,

then other people are
gonna get involved.

I am part of
a federal investigation

into the Baxter organization.

And you're just letting me in
on this now?

I was trying to protect you.

I can't make this deal.

Not without some changes.

- The deal is done.
- What if she fails?

She'll either bring down
the Baxters

or the Baxters will build up
the waterfront.

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?

You may be free now...

but that's not gonna
last forever.

And when your
guardian angel vanishes,

I'm gonna be
the next thing you see.

Where were you...

on the night of
your wife's murder?

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

October 10, the morning
after your wife was murdered,

you gave this statement
to the NOPD.

"I came home after work,
around seven o'clock.

We had dinner together
as a family.

Robin left around 9:00 or 9:30.

Adam and I were home all night."

Why are you asking me
about this now?

She cheated on you.

That must have stung.

We never really
cleared that up, did we?

I find it strange, your
reluctance to be forthcoming.

This is you.

This is the man
Robin had an affair with.

This is the night
she was murdered.

You look pretty mad, Michael.

You haven't booked me.

Because you don't have enough,

if any, evidence to charge me.

And yet, you have the audacity

to march me through
the station in handcuffs?

- Oops.
- Mm.

You're a person
of interest, though.

I find you interesting.

You know what's interesting?

It only took you two years

to come up with
the jealous husband theory?

My opinion of you has evolved
quite a bit since then.

So, now you think I'm capable
of killing my wife?

I have no idea
what you're capable of anymore.

The only question
that I'm interested in...

is did you kill her?

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

Fuck you.

Goddamn it.

What trouble
have you gotten into now?

I just picked your ass up
at a police station, Michael.

I want some answers.

I was brought in for suspicion
of killing Robin Desiato.

Yeah, I played that one
through in my mind, too.

Many times.

And what was your conclusion?

For a while,
I actually wanted it to be you.

But you couldn't have
killed my daughter.

It's just not who you are.

It's been two years.
Why do they suspect you now?

They found out that I wasn't
home the night she was killed.

I went to confront the man
she was sleeping with.

You knew who he was?

I did.

And he's come forward now?

Yeah.

Well...

I guess we're gonna go
talk to him then.

♪ slow, intriguing music ♪

Little Mo's gone.

Time for y'all to step
your shit up.

Once we're free and clear
of that Roderick motherfucker,

we'll have good product to move.

But until then,
we gotta deal with this shit.

Come on.

This is 30 milligrams of heroin.

Enough to kill a grown man.

But only three milligrams of
fentanyl will do the same thing.

Now, all this shit is
cut with fenty,

and not by
no motherfuckin' chemist.

Which means the wrong baggie,
the wrong hit, you done.

We just got to figure out
a way to move this

without dropping bodies.

Shit, every bag is
Russian roulette.

That's the problem.

- I need a solution.
- Cut that shit again.

Baking soda,
powdered milk, whatever.

The high will be
weak as fuck, but...

probably won't kill
nobody either.

You did right
to pull it the first time.

Bodies dropping is bad
for the neighborhood.

That's why we're not
gonna sell it here.

We send the corner boys
into the city.

Spread it out.

That way if anybody drops,
no one knows it's from here.

And you cut
the motherfucker so thin

that no bodies will drop.

I got you.

Top of the morning, Little Man.

You make sure his ass
on that bus tonight.

♪ ominous music ♪

The mayor's stipulations
are going to be costly.

So just in case,

I got us a meeting with
some potential investors.

Uh-huh?
What investors?

Old friends.

The Calabri Family
is interested.

In what?

A partnership.

I don't want a partner.

You want money, don't you?

Come on, take the meeting.

Let's hear their offer.

♪ contemplative music ♪

This is it?

Yeah.

Stay here if you want.
I'm gonna go get some answers.

Kenneth.

Michael.

Elizabeth, by the way.

I'm Robin's mother.

Robin took this.

It was my favorite of hers.

I always thought her photos
elevated your articles.

I agree with that.

So, what do you want?

Why did you come forward now?

Police came to me.

A couple days ago, they arrested

some guy on grand theft auto.

He wanted to exchange
information for a deal.

Who is he?

Former gang member who I used
as a source from time to time.

Anyway, since I never
told the police

about our relationship
and I gather you hadn't either,

I guess this guy thought
they might want to know.

Apparently, he was right

'cause a Detective Costello
came to see me.

And what did you tell her?

That I was home all night.

She asked me if anyone
could vouch for that.

So I'm your alibi.

And I'm yours.

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

Can I...?

Can I get a balloon?

Man, we out.

What do you mean you're out?

Waiting on the drop.

Come on, man, I got money.

Get the fuck off me.

This guy.

Dad.

Hey, Carlo.

I've got a meeting right now.

No, I know.
Uh, can I join?

Better sit this one out.

I won't say anything, Dad.
I just want to learn, you know?

Next one, son.

Gentlemen,
welcome to the Baxter House.

Jimmy, this is Sal Calabri
and his son Phillip.

Pleasure.

My son-in-law Jimmy Baxter.

Very nice to meet you.

You, uh...
you flew in from New York?

This morning.

Why don't we all
have a seat, please?

What can I do for you,
Mr. Calabri?

We understand
that you're in need of

a sizable infusion of capital.

We are considering
taking on another investor.

We have an offer for you.

The eight figures that you need,

same terms
you've given the others,

with one additional item.

We need access to your ports.

Did I miss the news that
New York Harbor dried up?

Jimmy, it's a good offer.

How long would you want
to use... my ports?

Through the life of the loan.

After that, we can talk again.

Anyone who knows me,
knows that I don't deal drugs.

That's not the business
I want in my city.

Nothing we bring in
stays in New Orleans.

Jimmy,

let's let these guys go
up to your rooms, relax,

take a dip in the pool.

We will meet up tonight.

We'll eat, we'll drink,
we'll talk.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

When she told you
about our affair,

I hoped that meant
she was ready to leave you.

But she resisted.

She and I had a fight
that night.

And then she called you.
That's why I came here.

She didn't call me that night.

I heard her whispering
on the phone.

It wasn't me.

Well, do you have any idea

who it might have been?

I'm not out here in this swamp

sweating through
my favorite blouse

just to watch you refuse to
answer questions.

There had been a string of hits.

Upper-level members
of rival gangs.

Eight in under a year.

What's so intriguing
about a gang war?

These weren't like gang hits.
They were clean.

There was no brutality,

there was no sending
of a message.

It was just targeted executions.

Never any witnesses.
Never any leads.

All unsolved.

So, what was
at the corner store?

A witness.

Tried to speak with him
days earlier,

but he got spooked.

He must have gotten
in contact with Robin.

- She was following up.
- What's his name?

Please.

KJ.

He was gonna be the first to
confirm... our working theory.

Which was what?

It was cops doing
these killings.

So, that's why
you hide out here?

It's why I quit the story.

And it's why I never revealed
any of this to the detectives.

I couldn't trust who was clean
and who was dirty.

Clearly, whoever was behind it

wanted to make sure
the story died with us.

I came out here because...

I couldn't figure out how to
live my life with that pain.

♪ gentle, plaintive music ♪

She must have been so unhappy.

- I told her not to marry you.
- Jesus.

I wasn't the worst husband
in the world.

It wasn't you.
It was Robin.

I was worried
she didn't love you enough.

We had some good times.

I know you did.

Maybe I fought
too hard to keep her.

I don't know, maybe
I should have just let her go.

You couldn't have stopped her.

It was Adam that kept her there.

I have to know
what happened to my child.

What if I told you
knowing doesn't help?

I'd still want to know.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Carlo.

Dad and Grandpa had a meeting,
and I wanted to join.

And your father said no?

I'm trying to do what he asks,

but for what?

To sit at a fucking desk,

stare at security monitors
all day?

I'll talk to him.

Hi. He's sleeping.

Okay.

- Carlo.
- Yeah.

Um, he'll probably wake up
in a little bit.

So just change him, feed him,
play with him,

and then he'll probably
go back to sleep.

For how long?

That's the fun part.
You never know.

Look who's up.

You sure you're up to this?

A little
godfather-godson bonding time

will be good for them.

He can handle it.

- You'll call us if you need us.
- I will.

Have fun.

Hey, little guy.

Your Uncle Carlo is here.

You look cute right now,

but this is gonna be
boring as fuck.

I don't like the idea of
giving the Calabris

free rein of my docks.

I need to know everything
that comes and goes.

These docks are
how I ran the city.

Nothing came in or out
unless I signed off.

That's how I controlled everything.

You're reluctant to share them

because you don't want to
lose control.

Here's the difference between
my control and your control.

Your control is a figment of
your imagination.

I see you in your pressed suits
and your pristine hotels.

It's just an act
designed to fool one person...

You trade on my name
and my reputation.

And you act like a gangster
when it's convenient,

and then you tell yourself,
"I'm just a businessman."

You, you were very good
at what you did.

So am I.

My restaurants, my businesses,

my...

pristine hotels have
made you a very rich man.

So have some respect
for what I do.

When I was a little boy,
I used to run around

this French Quarter
with my pal Mark.

We come to this drug store.

Candy, malts,
all that kind of stuff.

We're salivating
over chocolates and taffy,

but we didn't have any money.

So when no one was looking...

We go outside and I show Mark

two pieces of black licorice.

So we eat,
and they were fucking great.

So we go into another store,

and Mark's pointing out
everything he wants.

This, that...
It's like Christmas.

He's looking out,
I'm swiping stuff.

Until, finally, I said to him,

"You steal something this time."

But Mark didn't want to do that.

I asked him why not.
You know what he said?

"I'm not a thief."

You need the Calabris' money.

And through your docks,

they will bring in drugs,
they will bring in crime,

they will bring in
women and girls,

human beings sold into servitude
to other human beings.

Through this city will pass
all manner of evil

because of you.

You think you're better than me,
you fucking son of a bitch?

No. No, no, no, Jimmy.

I'm done watching you
lie to yourself.

You are nothing but a thug.

Just like me.

♪ Zeus, Zeus, Zeus ♪

♪ Said go and get a bag ♪

♪ Zeus, Zeus, Zeus ♪

♪ Go, go, go, if you going
softer than a Swisher ♪

♪ Started from the bottom,
had to run it up again ♪

♪ 'Bout that money,
know a person... ♪

Who is it?

Terrance.

You're supposed to be at school.

I'm on lunch.
Can I hang out?

Hell no, you can't hang out.

I thought you were the man now?

I've been the man.

But you know Moms
would kill my ass.

- She don't have to know.
- You know she would.

Get on now.

♪ My shooters don't miss ♪

♪ Got 'em pretty by my side,
she got one... ♪

♪ And put one in your hip... ♪

♪ ominous music ♪

Holy shit.

Hi.

Uh, we are looking for
a guy named KJ.

He works here or at least he did
around two years ago.

Do you know him?

- You cops?
- No.

We're not cops.
I-I swear.

You talk like one.

I-I was a judge.

You're the husband.

Yes.

- So, does KJ still work here?
- No.

Mm.

All right. Then, do you know
where we can find him?

All right, all right.

Hi.
What's your name?

I'm Elizabeth.

I'm Robin's mother.

Do you have any children?

I got two girls.

I really need to talk to KJ.

Gina.

Father Jay,
so nice to see you.

You, too.

- This is my daughter Fia.
- Fia.

- Welcome.
- Hi.

Let me show you around.

Godparents will stand
on either side,

representing not the family
but the Catholic Church.

Parents stand right here.

Uh...

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Uh, the mother stands here.

And where do we pass through
the Kingdom of Heaven?

Fia.

I'll say a few words,

um, just a few prayers.

Yada yada God,
yada yada Jesus,

splash of holy water,
presto-- baptized.

Sorry.

We're trying to save
a child's soul here.

This is no laughing matter.

Perhaps I could
speak with Sofia alone?

Just for a, just for a minute.

Skeptic?

What gave it away?

- Your mother told me.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm doing this for her.

Well, there are worse reasons
to do things.

Can we talk just for a minute

about what this baptism
really means?

So, like a jam session
with a cool priest?

Um...

Totally.

Please.

Okay.

It is not my job to evaluate
people's qualifications

for admittance into Catholicism.

So you're not like
a bouncer at a bar.

I'm afraid not.

My job is...

...is to invite you to have
a relationship with God,

even if you don't believe
He exists.

It doesn't bother you
that I don't believe?

Not at all.

You think it bothers God?

Well, I've never known Him
to be a narcissist.

Here's the truth.

So much of what I deal with
is focused on the end of life,

the struggles,
the difficulties...

I love baptisms.

I do because they, they present
the promise of a fresh start

and you do not need to
share in my faith

for us to have a common purpose
in this ritual, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Now, one of the reasons
that we do this

is to officially bestow
a name upon the child.

My faith tells me that
what we choose to call someone

matters a great deal,

and your set of values
tell you the same thing.

Rocco Adam Baxter.

The memory of an uncle.

And the father who helped
create his life.

And the family
to whom he belongs.

Those...

Those are the things
we'll be honoring on that day.

It's a celebration
of a young mother

doing a damn fine job
raising her child.

And no one's gonna card you
at the door here.

♪ gentle, wistful music ♪

Everything all set?

- Good to go.
- Good.

I'll be at the new club.
I want updates.

Got you.

No strings.

There's always strings.

You earned it.

Take care of yourself,
Little Man.

What's gonna happen
to Little Mo?

Ain't up to me no more.

Your sister...

She took me in,
she treated me good.

She's a nice lady.

Yeah, I know.

So, why don't you
talk to her no more?

Ain't up to me either.

I'm just saying...

Little Mo,

Aunt Sheila...

If my family was
still alive, I...

I'd make sure
nothing got in between us.

Nothing.

You done with your sermon?

Good.

Now you take your ass
back to Houston.

And I hope
I never see you again.

You sure we're not gonna
wake the baby?

Yeah.
He just went down again.

He won't be up for a while.

Let's go to the bedroom.

Hold on.

Yeah?

Hey, Carlo.

It's Joey.

- What the fuck do you want?
- Chill, man.

- I just want to talk.
- So talk.

I'm outside the hotel.

I got something for you.

Don't move.

- What are you doing?
- Something I got to do.

- When are you coming back?
- When I'm done.

You can't just leave me
with that baby.

Watch him sleep.
That's all you got to do.

I'm not a fucking babysitter!

I should fucking kill you
right now.

I saw him.

What the fuck are you
talking about?

The dude that took
a shot at you.

He's fucking dead.

I saw him.

You don't know what you saw,
you fucking burnout.

I got a photo.

- When was this?
- A couple hours ago.

In the Lower Ninth.

Is this your car?

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

How are we looking?

We're moving weight.

About to see if you know
what you're doing.

You mean,
about to get this money.

You ready?

♪ tense music ♪

I could just ram the shit
out of 'em right now.

Shut the fuck up, Joey.

Just stay close to them.

I'll let you know when I'm ready
to take my shot.

So...

How long are we gonna wait?

As long as it takes.

What's up, Clarice?

She's her mother.

KJ, can we talk to you?

- I can't help you.
- Talk to us, please.

Robin came here that night
to interview you.

- Look, man--
- No, please.

You were working, right?
And so...

I told the police
I didn't know anything.

But, but you saw...?

I didn't see shit.

But you know something. Please.

What is it you're looking for?

Answers.

Why?
They won't help you.

- You don't know that.
- I do, actually.

Because I know the answers

and my life has been shit
ever since that night.

So let me save you
the nightmares.

Just go back to
where you came from.

And do your best
to not think about it.

- KJ...
- I had to bury my daughter!

Not think about it?

I've lost two babies
in two years,

and I don't even
know what happened to her.

Ever since I got that call,
my life has been a nightmare.

Playing out dozens of
scenarios in my head,

not having a clue
what happened to her.

I have to know.

And I promise you,

you will get no peace
until I do.

Yeah, that's good.

Hey, baby.

Hi.

Thank you so much
for letting us use this space.

I bought that stage for you.

Monique...

What's wrong?

Nothing for you to worry
your pretty face about.

You want to talk about it?

Don't ask, don't tell.
Remember?

Mm.

You have such a good heart.

You don't have to
turn it off, you know?

Only way to do the job.

You do it long enough,

you'll forget
how to turn it back on.

♪ How it feel? ♪

♪ I'm with birds in a coupe,
what it do? ♪

♪ I'm the motherfuckin' man,
who is you?♪

♪ Who is you? ♪

♪ Just stick to the plan,
what's the move? ♪

♪ What's the move? ♪

♪ Know who I am, gotta choose,
got a bird's-eye... ♪

♪ Who is you? ♪

♪ Quit playin',
what's the move? ♪

♪ What's the move? ♪

♪ Know who I am, gotta choose ♪

♪ Gotta choose,
really I been makin' moves ♪

♪ Had to drop up out of school,
had to leave the job ♪

♪ Had to find a muse ♪

♪ Homie told me that
it's still in the shop ♪

♪ Still see me carry twos ♪

♪ Really he didn't feel me... ♪

You... stupid fuck.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Fuck you.

You killed Kofi.

You beat my brother to death
for no fucking reason.

Then your daddy blew
my mama's house up.

Killed my whole family.

What did we ever do to you, huh?

And after all of this...

...you are trying to
fucking kill me?!

So fuck me?

Nah, man. Nah. Nah.

Nah, fuck you.

♪ tense music ♪

A couple years back,
there was a turf war down here.

It got real bad.

Rival crews taking
each other out,

but they couldn't get to
their top dogs.

It was just
corner boys dropping.

Then all of a sudden,

a couple lieutenants get got,
on both sides.

No one knows how,
no one knows who.

It was police?

That's why it never got solved.

How do you know this?

One of the cops used to
trade me drugs for information.

Eventually,
I ran out of information,

but he still had
the drugs, so...

he made me pay for it
in other ways.

You had a relationship
with this cop.

It was a fucked-up situation,
but he trusted me.

Or at least trusted
that he could control me.

So he talked.

Spilled his guts
like I was his priest.

He'd tell me about the shit
he did on the job,

like he was bragging.

Stealing drugs, money...

Planting things on folks
that pissed him off.

Shit like that.

Then one night,

he tells me that
he just shot a guy.

Execution style.
Murder for hire.

Not long after that,
I told him I was done.

I was trying to get clean.
Didn't want to see him anymore.

I get a call
from this woman named Robin.

She said she's
working on a story

about police brutality,
and asked if I wanted to talk.

I should have just kept
my fucking mouth shut,

but I thought
my life was over anyway.

I told her I knew that
cops were killing people

and that I'd talk to her
when I got out.

She must've realized
I was getting cold feet

because one night I look up
and there she is.

Wait.

She didn't call you
the night she came here?

- Before she came here?
- No.

Because I wouldn't have
been here if she did.

She walked in
and he was right behind her.

She barely makes it
to the register

when he opened fire.

She never saw it coming.

So, you-you... you saw this?

I saw a mask and gloves.

But I knew it was him.

- You sure?
- I'm positive.

KJ, tell us who he is.

Please.

We would never reveal your name.

That's a promise.

Detective Walter Beckwith.

Beckwith?

♪ slow, dramatic music ♪

Thank you.

Does it feel weird
seeking spiritual advice

from someone
who's half your age?

You need to check your math.

Hi.

Uh, I-I don't know what to do.

He... he won't stop crying.

Just give him to me.

Where the hell is my brother?

- Um...
- Where is Carlo?!

He left. He left.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Detective.

What in the hell happened?

Driver of the other car
was likely intoxicated.

But this one's Desire.
That's why we called you.

Was anyone else with him?

- He said he was alone.
- Mm.

You all right?

Anyone else in the car?

Nah.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

I need to talk to him
for a minute.

Bus 232, service--

service to Baton Rouge, Lafayette,

and points west,
is now ready to depart.

All ticketed passengers
should be on board.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go lie down.

Okay.

You were right.
It doesn't help.

She's dead. She shouldn't be.
I already knew that.

I just... I just didn't
want her to think

I didn't care enough
to ask the questions.

Elizabeth.

I should have been there for you
after she died.

You were dealing with
your own loss.

Yeah, but I...

I had Adam.

And I-I just...

I just didn't appreciate that

he was your connection to
the child you'd lost.

There is nothing quite like
the wonder of a grandchild.

No, there's not.

Elizabeth, I-I...

I was going to wait to tell you.

I don't know when.

But, uh...

Fia Baxter...

has a baby.

A little boy.

You are a great-grandmother.

- Adam's son?
- Yes.

Have you met him?

- Mm.
- And?

He's perfect.

Oh.

Come here.

- Right in here. 237.
- Oh, my God. There he is.

Carlo.

Carlo, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine, Mom.
- Oh, my God.

What happened, son?

What happened?
What happened?

I was in a car accident
with Joey.

Maldini?

What were you doing
leaving Rocco?

Carlo, how could you
leave my son

with a fucking stranger?

- Fia, Fia.
- Can we talk about this later?

No, I need an answer right now.

Joey came to the hotel.

He said he was
in the Lower Ninth earlier.

And he saw Eugene Jones.

- I thought he was disposed of.
- So did I.

No, I saw him.

And I had the chance to
take the fucker out.

So, did you?

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.

Fia.

What happened to him?
What happened to the boy?

I was trapped in the car.
He got away.

Frankie, I want that boy found. Tonight.

I'll handle this.

You had your chance!

I need a word.

Not right now.

Look at me, James.

Are you so afraid of being
like that drunk daddy of yours,

that you have forgotten

what it takes to be a man, huh?

Hmm? Nut the fuck up!

Cusack has to call me back.

Last I heard, Joey left town,
he was living on the streets.

He should have been dead by now.
Our own cops even said so.

I agree with Gina, Jim.

Let's find Eugene and let's send
a message to the whole city.

Jimmy!

Jim, Jim, no--

Jim...

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I'm good, I'm good.

What's up with y'all?

Chris, the fuck is up?

My little brother...

He took one of the balloons.

He dead.

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Chris...

Costello.

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.

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Can you come to the station?

Yeah. On my way.

Thank you.

Bus 58 going up to Houston

in five minutes.

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