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Previously on Your Honor...

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. - I have a gunshot victim.

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

The police did this to him.

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.

Spread it out.

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

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.

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.

Can't you leave that alone?

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.

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.

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.

Oh, yeah. You're a good eater.

Yeah.

Mm...

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

- More, please? - Mm.

- 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.

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 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.

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!

Look at you.

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?

Here we go, buddy boy.

Hey.

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.

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.

- 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.

_

Yeah.

That's hot.

_

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She all bark, no bite.

Nah.

That bitch got bite.

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Visitor.

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?

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.

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.

♪ 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, 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... ♪

♪ 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.

♪ 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. - Stay here?

Got to be ready for anything.

Got it.

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

- Fred Grayson. - Hi.

How can I help you today?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

And here I thought we were gonna become good friends.

It's probably my mother's fault.

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.

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.

_

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.

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.

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.

Oh, let me, um...

No, you don't have to pay me.

- Stacey... - It's fine, really.

Okay. Thank you.

- I'll get it. - Thanks.

- Fia? - Yeah?

Hi, Fia.

My name is Olivia. Can we talk?

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.

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.

- 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... ♪

- My God. - Stop.

I'm not even dressed yet.

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.

Mm.

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

Sorry, but this face is fully beat already.

- But... - Uh-huh?

... after the show, I'm all yours.

For how long?

Long as you want.

Forever, then.

Forever.

Yeah.

♪ 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 ♪

Make sure you have another one.

♪ 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... ♪

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.

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

It's fine.

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.

♪ 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... ♪

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.

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.

That's what a $500 shot tastes like.

Hmm.

♪ Meditating, I'm-a rise ♪

♪ Namaste ♪

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

Hmm.

Can't forget the homies.

♪ Ya, ya ♪

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

I hope you enjoy your night.

♪ My way ♪

We intend on it.

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.

Ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to welcome you to the Dezi Boule.

Now it's time to christen this stage with the local legend,

the vocal vixen, the one, the only Janelle.

♪ 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!

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 ♪

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.

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.

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?

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.

Fia.

It's still up to you.

You can help me prevent a lot of pain.

I'll see myself out, thank you.

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.

- Someone hit us. - 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.

It was Chris.

Fuck, J!

Why the fuck didn't you go home?!

J.

J, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, J.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I'm sorry. J. J!

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.

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.

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.

You okay?

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.

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.

No deal.

I want my trial.

Where's your "client"?

She has nothing to do with her family.

Well, I believe she could be very valuable to my case.

You'd be ruining her life.

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.

I can.

You leave Fia and Rocco alone

and I will get you Jimmy Baxter.

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