All language subtitles for Your.Honor.S02E05.WEB.x264-TG.Hi

Previously on Your Honor...

[Michael] Jimmy
Baxter. He and I

have a grandchild.

[Gina] Have you given
any more thought to

the baptism?

Well, God is still dead, so...

Little Man got away.

[Big Mo] You got to be

fucking shitting me.

When your guardian
angel vanishes,

I'm gonna be the
next thing you see.

[Little Mo] They cut
it with fentanyl.

I ain't got shit to move.

[Little Mo] Let me
make some calls.

[Eugene] Double latte

- for Maurice.
- It's been a minute.

My cousin looking to move
some product in the Boot.

Top-tier quality
come top-tier price.

Yo, stay put, Little Man.

Watch that.

[Big Mo] Change of plans.

I need the cash back now.

Don't you understand
what happens

if we piss this guy off?

[Big Mo] Just get
your ass on the road

and bring me my fucking money.

[Intense music]

[Little Mo] I'm gonna need
you to guard that shit.

It's my life in
there, Little Man.

Money's gone.

Bring his ass back
to New Orleans.

Got a pretty good
idea where it's at.

[Jimmy] I represent
a group of investors

who were awarded the lease

to the 12 acres
across the river.

And that lease still
needs city approval.

[Michael] I need you to come
to a birthday party with me.

It's for Jimmy Baxter.

He's trying to get
to me through you

- and you're letting him?
- [Jimmy] Mayor Figaro,

you might be the
perfect candidate

to be baby Rocco's godfather.

[Olivia] I need you to
be my eyes at the party.

[Michael] What is
it you want to see?

[Jimmy] Meet Carmine
Conti, my father-in-law.

[Charlie] He's been
living on some island

off the coast of Italy.

[Michael] Why's
he back here now?

[Fia] You are family.

Why do I keep seeing
you around my children?

[Michael] Do it.

Please.

[indistinct chatter in distance]

[Ominous music]

[phone chimes, vibrates]

Never thought I'd see you again.

Certainly not in New Orleans

with a bag full of my money.

Little Mo said you
needed it, so...

now you got it.

Yeah, but how'd you get it?

Oh, don't get quiet now.

So, your miraculous escape

not so miraculous after all.

And then Little Mo
hides you out in Houston

with my sister, of all people.

Take brains to outsmart
damn near a whole city

looking for you.

But you coming back now...

Now, that take balls.

I hope you ain't trade
one for the other.

[Intense, dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

[Carlo] We're about
ready to leave.

Dessert in half an hour.

Happy birthday.

Eat.

I had too much,
uh, cake tonight.

This is tradition.

Papa.

Carlo.

Where's Fia?

She left.

Oh. Of course she did.

After the spectacle
you put on tonight,

I wouldn't want to
celebrate you either.

Gina...

How dare you suggest that man

be godfather of her child.

That is a sacred position,

and you are to treat it as such.

Now eat your fucking cannoli.

[Slow, suspenseful music]

[sighs]

[knocking on glass]

[door closes]

You were supposed to
call me last night

- after you left that party.
- Oh,

did you lose track of me

when I flushed your
listening device?

- That wasn't very nice of you.
- Oh.

And neither was tossing
this to the curb.

Oh.

You should be more careful

with government
property, Michael.

I need details.

Uh, people ate, people drank.

Gina threatened me.

I went to the bathroom,
discovered your bug,

flushed it down the toilet.

I think that's
where your knowledge

of the evening
ends, so let's see.

Uh, Charlie arrived,

Jimmy gave a speech,
there was cake,

Carmine Conti is back in town.

I was summoned to the
basement, where Jimmy

put a gun to my head.

Are those the
details you wanted?

Carmine Conti is back in town?

That's your takeaway?

Oh, my God.

Michael, bringing down Baxter

would be huge, but bringing
down Carmine Conti?

That's some Eliot
Ness shit right there.

Do you really think that
I care about any of this?

Oh, come on.

That's the beauty
of the RICO act.

'Cause, as you know,

whatever crime is
committed by one

is committed by all.

Too bad Jimmy didn't
kill you last night.

Could have taken them
all down for murder.

Wow.

I'm kidding.

Kidding.

Can you be honest
with me, Michael?

When Baxter lowered that gun,

you felt relief, didn't you?

Late start for a workday.

[Carlo] You want
something to eat, Dad?

Coffee.

We were just talking
about the waterfront deal.

We've got to secure this lease

before that mayor opens
it up to other bidders.

We were promised this land.

I'm handling it.

Are you?

Yes.

How?

Establishing a relationship
with our new mayor, hmm?

Uh, hearing him out,

negotiating.

We should never beg.

I never do.

I have built a few
businesses in my time.

[Carmine] All on
your own, huh?

All those city contracts
you were awarded,

the unions that
never caused trouble,

the peace and prosperity
that you've enjoyed...

All of that was
earned, but not by you.

The Baxter business was
built on the Conti name.

[Gina] That's right.

And we shouldn't let something

as silly as a politician
stand in our way.

What does that mean?

[Gina] It means if this
mayor is a problem,

there are ways to get a new one.

We have hunted bigger
game than that.

[Charlie] Good
morning, Jasmine.

[Jasmine] Good
morning, Mr. Mayor.

[door closes]

[Charlie] Hey, hey.

So you went to the party?

You know I did.

Everyone knows you did.

Oh, that's just a photo.

We're a year in,

and we haven't delivered
on any of our big promises.

Where are the major initiatives

to support Black-owned
businesses?

Being red-taped to
death by city council.

Look, I may be mayor,

but I'm not God. What
would you have me do?

Your constituents don't
care about red tape.

To them, it just means you
can't get the job done.

We need to demonstrate
to our supporters

and to the city what
it is we stand for.

Because this...

doesn't scream "The
People's Mayor."

[Slow, ominous music]

[muffled chatter]

[Nancy] What do
you got, Connors?

Detective. We just
picked this guy up

in the Lower Ninth
driving a stolen car.

He's got a wild list of priors.

Then he told us a story.

Could just be bullshit,

but I think you're
gonna want to hear it.

You sure about making
this statement?

[muffled conversation]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [meat saw spinning]

Hey, Tony.

Otis.

Morning, Michael.

Hey, give these guys
a hand, would you?

Uh, actually, I...

I just wanted to
stop by to thank you.

For the job.

No two weeks' notice?

I doubt I've got two weeks left.

Look, uh, I'm
shorthanded right now.

I can probably get my
brother to fill in,

but can you help me out today?

Yeah.

I appreciate y'all coming here.

You hitting us up for
contributions again already?

Election cycle starts
earlier and earlier.

Politicians are always
running for something,

but that's not why
I asked you here.

My man Zeke here

has a interesting proposal.

The waterfront land in Algiers.

It's the perfect place for a
group like yours to invest.

Every mayor tries to
develop that land.

That ground has
never been broken

- and it never will be.
- [Charlie] Ah,

this is about to become
a major initiative

of my administration.

That land will be developed.

The only question is

will it be by Jimmy Baxter

or by you?

We're not about to
bid against him.

I'm not asking you to bid.

[Zeke] We do a cooperative
endeavor agreement.

Bypass the RFP entirely.

[Charlie] A public-private
partnership.

Your investment,

plus the government
kicks in some funding.

[Gentle music]

It's a win-win.

Hell, that's even a
win for the people.

[giggling]

Oh, my God, I can't believe
that this place is yours.

I told you it'd be.

[laughs]

You say that like

you always get what you want.

What happens when you don't?

I don't know.

But it ain't happened yet.

[clucks tongue]

- Come on.
- [giggles]

[both laugh]

You ready to go, Papa?

I don't know that I can
go to that cemetery now.

It was hard enough
visiting Mama's grave

when she was alone, but...

Rocco was...

just a boy.

A piece of me just...

died that day, and...

sometimes I worry there
just isn't enough left.

But you endure.

- I never doubt it.
- I just feel like

everything is just slipping
through my fingers.

Then squeeze tighter.

Or just let go.

Of family?

Of Jimmy.

- Marriage is hard.
- Well,

it wasn't for you and for Mama.

Oh, sure. We had tough times.

Well, I don't remember that.

That's because we
kept it from you.

That's the way it was back then.

But, um,

we had our struggles.

He's a lot like her, you know.

I think that's what
drew you to him.

Well, sometimes I...

I just wish he
was more like you.

There we go.

There.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I asked Rocco what he
wanted to do today.

He said see his grandpa.

Uh, is now a bad time?

I can't see you anymore.

Is this about my dad?

Did he say something to you?

It's about me.

Look, I-I know this
is a difficult time,

but believe me,

having me in your life

won't make it any
easier for you.

How can you say that to me?
How can you say that to him?

I'm sorry.

[Baby Rocco cries]

[Haunting music]

Hey, Fia.

Hey.

I'm so tired of
our fucking family.

Well, I mean, yeah. What's new?

I think we should just
kill our parents, you know?

We'll split the
inheritance. A fresh start.

Which one of us would do it?

Rock, paper, scissors.

Loser kills Mom?

Yeah, obviously.

Thanks.

So, how would you do it?

Popsicle.

- Okay.
- Yeah, hear me out.

You sharpen one...
a grape one...

Make a fine point,
jab her in the neck.

Evidence melts away.

Perfect murder.

You've thought about
this before, maybe?

Once or twice, yeah.

- Hmm.
- [short chuckle]

You okay?

I'm just scared he'll
turn out like them.

[coos]

No, he won't.

Nah.

He's lucky. He'll
end up like you.

How do you know that?

Because I'm like them.

Look at what you're doing, Fia.

You're stronger than all of us.

[scoffs] Right.

Hey.

What'd Dad always call you?

Hmm?

Fia the Lionhearted.

Roar.

Ain't no telling what
I'm hiding in my glovebox

He had the jelly so I
ride with a gun cocked...

Yo, I got to take a piss.

[Hip-hop music continuing]

So take a piss.

Really?

After all the time I
looked after y'all?

You know what it is, bruh.

You know what she
gonna do to me.

I know what she'll do
to us if we let you go.

- [door opens]
- Man, she ain't got to know

that you let me go.

How many times you think
that one's gonna work?

Yo, give me a day
to find the money.

Trey know where Roderick stay.

I can go get it, I just...

[Slow, somber music]

The money home.

You're my only problem now.

You got what you needed.

[Big Mo] No thanks to you.

You fucked the cartel.

Nah. You fucked the cartel.

[phone vibrates]

We got company.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaks Spanish]

[Chris] You lost?

Busted GPS. You
know how it is.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Don't know how they
do it down in Houston,

but out here, we don't roll
up on other people's spots.

Especially not
without a invitation.

That money was my invitation.

Oh, that money gone.

[chuckles]

I hope that's not
true, for your sake.

We had a verbal contract,
and that's binding.

We ain't have shit.

That what you want me to
bring back to my people?

I don't give a fuck what you
take back to your people.

Oh, yes, you do.

Me and you both
know they're not...

[speaks Spanish]

forgiving.

[clicks tongue]

Well, I think an arrangement
can still be made.

Money you want, great,

but I'm gonna need product
to make that money.

So you want an advance?

[scoffs] That's not
how things work.

Well, you can go
home empty-handed,

find another way to
offload your shit.

Or you can front me a key,

let me get that
cash flowing again,

and we can make
payment arrangements

to get you what you want.

So... so you want an advance

and installments?

[scoffs] The balls on you.

Yeah, they're bigger
than you know.

Promise you that.

Okay. I'm paid in
full, plus 25% vig.

Ten percent.

Twenty. And you don't
get an ounce of my shit

until I'm paid.

See, I don't know
if you know it,

but you ain't in a place
to negotiate, so...

[speaks Spanish]

Look, you can kill me right now,

but then you have to deal with

my international
associates, and we both know

they're... not too skilled
in the art of negotiation.

But... [speaks Spanish]

they'll be on standby.

Fifteen percent.

Vig starts now.

Or I send this up the chain.

You just keep your ass
out of New Orleans.

[Slow, ominous music]

[entry bell rings]

I'll be right with you.

[door closes]

Hello, Judge.

Michael.

Might I have a
moment of your time?

[entry bell rings]

May I help you?

Um, I'm gonna need a minute.

I'm sorry, we're all out

of what you're looking for.

What's this, uh, cut over here?

Just leave now.

This concerns your
friend Charlie.

[Slow, dramatic music]

I had an arrangement
with the previous

administration, but he's
considering backing out of it.

I can't control that.

Could be very, very
dangerous for him.

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

then other people are
gonna get involved,

unfortunately.

People like my father-in-law,

which is the last thing
I would want, frankly.

I'm concerned

for Charlie's safety.

So, uh...

perhaps there's another option.

Just let him know, please.

[hip hop plays on stereo]

[indistinct chatter]

You should've never
came back, Little Man.

She was gonna kill you
if you took the money.

And now she gonna kill you, too.

Maybe.

Maybe she won't, but...

I had to try something.

You made the right call,

which is more than
I can say about you.

Thanks to your
overeager-ass drug deal,

I got cartel shit I
got to worry about now.

The deal was good.

How about you explain to me

how I got visited by the
Ghost of Christmas Past.

[Little Mo] Like you said,

Kofi was on me.

And with the rest
of his family gone,

I had to do right by Little Man.

I owed him.

Nah, you owe me.

[Slow, dramatic music]

And that's a debt you
ain't never gonna repay.

As my right hand man,

how would you advise
me to deal with someone

who disobeyed my orders

and lied to my face?

As my nephew,

what the fuck I do with you now?

[Janelle] Monique.

What are you doing?

You know who I am.

You know what I do.

And we agreed.

You don't ask, I won't tell.

He's your nephew.

He's not some corner boy you
took in from the streets.

- He is family.
- Mm.

Yeah.

And family can fuck up, too.

And when they do,
we got to handle it.

Handle it how?

That's my business.

No, that's your blood.

And if that's what
family means to you...

I'm not sure what
we're doing here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, what's up?

Um...

I have a habit

of getting too close to a case.

It's caused me to miss things,

sometimes things that are
right in front of my face.

Some new information
came in today,

pointed me in a direction

I should have looked
at a long time ago.

[Slow, ominous music]

This is how we get to him.

[quiet, indistinct chatter]

Thank you, Jasmine.

Not bad, right?

- Mm.
- [Charlie chuckles]

I remember starting
the first petition

to get you on the
ballot for city council.

Who'd have thought it
would have led to all this?

Me.

Sit.

So, what's on your mind?

[sighs]

You should make that
deal with Jimmy Baxter.

What are you, his
lobbyist? [short chuckle]

I don't understand. Wh...

What do you get
out of helping him?

They want this deal, and
they will do everything

to make sure they get it.

I'm not gonna be intimidated.

Charlie, the last time I
saw someone get in his way,

Jimmy shot that man in the head

right in front of me.

And yet...

here you are, doing his bidding?

What are you not telling me?

I am part of a
federal investigation

into the Baxter organization.

[Slow, ominous music]

[sighs]

That's why they let
you out of prison?

Yes.

And you just let
me in on this now?

I was trying to protect you.

From the feds who
could prosecute me

or the mobster
who could kill me?

Both.

Why did you agree to cooperate?

Don't lie to me.

The night Adam died,

Nancy Costello came
to the hospital.

[sighs]

I was...

overcome with grief.

And I confessed

everything to her.

The hit-and-run, Carlo
Baxter's trial, all of it.

I told her that

you got rid of the car.

What?

Goddamn it, Michael.

What...

Are you fucking kidding me?

I-I was...

I was in shock.

I wasn't thinking
clearly. I'm-I'm sorry.

To hell with your apology.

This keeps happening.

You ask me to disappear a car,

I'm covering up a killing.

You invite me to a party,

I'm mixed up with mobsters
who could murder me.

My greatest liability
in life is you.

I'm trying to help.

You're the last person
whose help I'd ever want.

Get the fuck out of here.

[jazz plays over stereo]

[slurping]

[slurping continues]

Why do I have to
be here for this?

I'm so tired of
explaining myself to you.

I'm tired of being
treated like a child.

Then don't act like one.

Sit down.

Would you both cut
her some slack?

Stay out of this.

Jimmy,

your family's dysfunctional.

[Jimmy] You know, I'm
actually quite tired

of explaining myself as well.

How I run my family
is my business.

Not when you leverage
the soul of my grandson.

I was trying to bring
the mayor into our world.

Well, you failed.

And you corrupted the
spirit of the baptism.

There isn't gonna be a baptism.

Then you have
condemned your child

to hell for all eternity.

Save us a seat
when you get there.

Okay, that is enough!

Your mother's faith is what
keeps this family whole.

When I have failed,

when I have faltered,

she has held us together.

You are both adults.

But you are our
children. Always.

We have your best
interests at heart,

just like you, Fia,

have little Rocco's.

Now, there are things
we must do for ourselves

and there are things we
must do for our family.

We want our grandson baptized.

Then I want Carlo
to be godfather.

Good.

[indistinct conversation]

[coughs]

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault, Little Man.

Were you and Kofi friends?

You can have friends

or you can have soldiers.

You can't have both.

Eugene.

You should have had a big
brother looking after you.

I'm sorry about that.

[Slow, ominous music]

How Houston fit you?

It's all right, I guess.

You like my sister?

I mean, she took
good care of you?

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, she took care of me, too.

How was school?

Straight A's.

Before all this shit
went down with the money,

was you ever planning on
coming back to New Orleans?

Ever?

No.

There's nothing for
me here anymore.

You gonna stay here tonight.

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

Wake up.

What's going on?

Take Little Man to the back.

[Russell] Let's go.

[Big Mo] Hey.

[panting]

You ain't fam.

Not to me.

Not no more.

Not to us.

[Intense, dramatic music]

[inhales]

You know what it is.

Blood in, blood out.

[Pulsing, ominous music]

[grunting]

[groans]

[coughs]

[groaning]

I appreciate the opportunity
to discuss this in private.

Seemed more appropriate
than at your birthday party.

Apologies if my, uh,

calling you down
caught you off guard.

And it appears my suggestion

that you be godfather
to my grandchild

was vetoed in favor of
my son doing the honors.

Let's stick to business.

I've revisited your proposal.

I'm pleased to hear it.

I can't make this deal.

Not without some changes.

Such as?

I want preferred contractors,

union workers, and disadvantaged
business enterprises

at 35% participation, minimum.

It's important to you
who builds this project.

It's important to the
people who put me here.

A project this size must
include Black-owned businesses

and livable wages.

As you wish.

You've also got to build more
than what was in your proposal.

The Baxter District needs
a school, a library,

a community center and
low-income housing.

[chuckles]

Well, that's a very,
very long list.

Sounds a bit more
fitting for Santa.

The North Pole doesn't
run without the elves.

And I get the waterfront?

You get to lease the waterfront.

From the city.

Either this development
is a genuine partnership

or it's an empty plot of land.

[Ominous music]

[phone vibrates]

Hello.

[Charlie] The deal is done.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

What if she fails?

She'll either bring
down the Baxters

or the Baxters will
build up the waterfront.

Either way, it's a win for us.

And I live to fight another day.

[Pensive music]

Jimmy.

You had a hell of a day.

You deserve a hell of a night.

[Django whines]

[whines]

Okay.

[drawer opens]

- [Django whines]
- Okay.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

All right.

[chuckles]

Mmm.

[knocking on glass]

Good morning. Again.

Seems like you and I have
started quite the routine.

Coffee is a routine.
You are a nuisance.

[chuckles]

So, what did you say to Charlie?

I agreed to your
scheme to protect him,

so that's what I did.

- Well, it worked.
- Good.

The city leased the
waterfront to Jimmy Baxter.

Great, so we're done.

- Not quite.
- [chuckles]

I need your help
on something else.

No. No, no, no.

You are not gonna keep
moving the goalposts on me.

- Hear me out...
- No, I am done

playing your puppet.

Can we not do this again?

I was trying to help Charlie

and look what that did for him.

So, you can take
me back to prison,

but we are through.

I will tell you
when we are through.

You know, that is not how
this is gonna work out.

I am done.

[soft chuckle]

Okay.

[Low, dramatic music]

[typing]

[phone whooshes]

[Tense music]

[doorbell rings]

[door opens]

[door closes]

He's all yours.

What? Uh...

[handcuffs clink]

[scoffs]

[indistinct chatter]

Sit down.

New evidence has come to light

that you lied to police
on your statement.

Where were you

on the night of
your wife's murder?