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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.

_

_

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- 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.

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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.

I'll be right back, okay?

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, détente 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. Stay here. - Wait.

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.

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