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There's one guy... he come up to me real quiet,

asking me if I know who Kofi Jones is.

Do you know his name?

Carlo Baxter.

- We got him. - What?

We got Carlo Baxter's DNA on Kofi.

It's gonna be the hottest shit in Nola.

We're gonna turn 150 grand into half a mil.

Y'all ain't the only one upping your game.

That's 200 Gs.

Trevor, I'm a judge.

If there's one thing I've learned about blackmailers

is they always come back for more.

Here's-here's what I know, Judge.

I know your car was stolen the day after

you killed my son.

Up against the wall!

So let's just skip your denying everything,

get to where I shoot you in the fucking head.

Carlo.

He is about to be arrested for the murder of Kofi Jones.

He's going to stand trial for murder.

They've-they've got video evidence and-and-and-and DNA.

No, no. I-I can make sure that...

that hi-his case is in my court.

I can make sure that he walks out a free man.

What does this person know?

Everything.

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Pick up the phone.

Pick up the fucking phone, Carlo!

- ♪ I got the power ♪ - _

♪ I got the power ♪

♪ I got the power... ♪

150 grand in 24 hours!

How do you like that for return on investment?

♪ Every time I walk up in the motherfuckin' room ♪

- ♪ I make heads turn ♪ - ♪ And their minds go, "Boom" ♪

♪ Slayed so hard, big faces need a broom ♪

♪ Kill 'em softly ♪

♪ Then I put 'em in a tomb, walk up, walk up ♪

♪ Walk up, walk up, walk up in the room, money ♪

♪ Make her, make her mind go "Boom" ♪

♪ Money, money, money, money, money need a broom ♪

♪ Put 'em in a, put 'em in a, put 'em in a tomb ♪

♪ If you think that you're on top ♪

♪ It's time to reevaluate ♪

♪ Honey, don't step out of line ♪

♪ And, bitch, you better know your place ♪

♪ I'm screaming it, screaming it louder ♪

- ♪ I got the, I got the power ♪ - ♪ I got the power ♪

♪ Bitches can't help but be sour... ♪

Yeah. Leave a message.

Don't go to the hotel.

Stay away from the hotel. Get away from the hotel!

Morning.

Come on.

Oh, shit!

What?

Oh.

Jesus Christ.

- Leave it out front. - Yes, sir.

Fuck!

Carlo, come and kiss your mother.

Go get the stuff.

- Hey. - Get him out of there!

- What? Who? - Carlo! Now! Go!

Hi.

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah, I understand.

We need you.

On your feet.

Carlo Baxter, you're under arrest.

- For what? - You have the right to remain silent.

- For what?! - You do not have to say anything,

- but I should warn you that anything you do say... - Fuck you!

... including abusive language...

- Fuck you up the ass. - ... might be used in evidence against you.

Oh.

What's your name?

Step back, ma'am.

She said step back!

I want your name.

Detective Costello, Mrs. Baxter.

Why are you arresting my son?

I think you know the answer to that.

Hey.

Fia?

They're saying he killed someone.

What?

In jail, the day of Rocco's funeral.

I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't know who else to come to, and I...

No, no, no, it's-it's okay. I've got you.

The wrong brother died.

How can I feel something like that?

But I do.

Is that... is that terrible?

Shit. You-you...

Please don't ever tell anyone I said that.

- Promise me? - I promise.

Hey, you didn't see me, all right?

150 grand and ten bucks.

Did they get that wrong? The extra ten?

Don't tell me... poker winnings.

Yeah, I'm figuring...

it would be the easiest thing in the world

to tie this to drugs.

I'm also figuring we could forget about it...

... if you want to talk about Kofi Jones.

Kofi who?

This is a death penalty case.

And the evidence, it's... strong.

You don't always know with a jury, Carlo,

but I'd say you've got maybe a 15% chance

of walking away from this if you fight it.

It takes balls.

What does?

Confessing early.

Most men can't do it.

Early is the only way.

Any later and... they just know you ran out of options.

Every judge I've met knows the difference

between remorse and self-pity.

Early?

Now.

9 p.m.

Thursday, June 6, 2009.

I went to see for myself.

It's 'cause they don't train them right,

and deep down, they don't want to be there.

Execution teams are not good at finding a vein.

Getting the needle in there can be... real hard.

The one I witnessed?

Fourteen times they tried.

Till eventually, they stopped trying,

and they just stuck it in his groin.

And then it doesn't work.

The second drug in the triple cocktail

paralyzes everything.

But it doesn't take away the pain.

Unimaginable agony.

With no way of showing it.

I don't want that for anyone.

Wrap it up, Detective.

His lawyer's here.

So what's he like?

- Who? - Johnny Zander.

- Who? - The lawyer.

I don't know him.

Huh.

So you do your thing in there?

My thing?

"This hurts me as much as it hurts you. Come to Mama."

- Some. - What did he say?

It's what he didn't say that's gonna matter.

Twenty years on the bench,

and you've heard it all, right?

About what human beings do to each other.

Witness testimony and photographs.

But never the real thing.

Double knots.

Tighter.

Get him up.

He killed somebody.

- It's an allegation. - Police are saying...

The police? The police? Fucking police.

You know what they do in the Quarter?

They sell NOPD T-shirts

from the police station on Royal Street.

Are you kidding me? You people ran away from Katrina.

And they sell T-shirts.

He did it, though?

Now I look at him...

... and I look at you.

I just remembered it's my birthday.

What's funny?

We're a long way past that.

Past what?

Irony.

What are you, a fucking philosopher?

What are you, a fucking judge?

I saw the money in Carlo's bag.

It was a lot, Dad.

I'm sorry you had to see.

Joey?

What was in his bag?

Carlo got into something when he was in prison.

And it's gotten messy,

like it always does with drugs.

- What is wrong with him? - It doesn't matter.

- Wh-What do you mean? - Well,

a father's love for his children is unconditional.

I love you, I love him.

I loved Rocco.

I love Rocco.

Don't go to the hotel.

Stay away from the hotel. Get away from the hotel!

They knew.

- What? - Oh, nothing.

Hey, what's he like?

The lawyer.

Ask Lieutenant Cusack.

- Cusack doesn't know him. - Really?

Deep conversation the two of them had

when Zander got here.

No, they don't know each other.

Then it was a hell of a first date.

In front of you, this conversation?

Parking lot.

They knew we were coming.

It's amazing what a man can do

with the will to survive.

That hiker who cut his own arm off.

Can you imagine that?

Or hitting someone with your car...

and leaving them bleeding to death in the road.

What does that take?

And stealing his phone.

What did you do with it?

- It's in the river. - Ah.

You were thinking clearly for someone who just killed a child.

I wasn't thinking, it was panic.

I-I...

Rocco crossed over into my lane.

Why didn't you turn yourself in?

I wanted to.

- I was there t... - Where?

At the... at the police station.

I went there to do just that, and then...

Then I saw you with your wife.

Did he say anything?

Before he died?

He couldn't. He-he couldn't breathe.

Was he trying to speak?

Yes.

Did he think you were helping him?

I was helping. I did help him.

- I did everything that I could. - He called 911.

You took his phone from him.

You threw it in the river. Hmm?

"Help"? "Help"?

Is that what you call that?

Anyone who...

What kind of a human being is that?

Hmm?

You have a son.

- Yes. - How old?

Adam... Adam is 17.

Does he love you?

- Yes. - Respect you?

- Yes, I think so. - Have you told him

what kind of a man his father really is?

No, I haven't said that.

Have you told your children

what kind of man you really are?

Have you told them about the gas leak

on Flood Street in the Lower 9th?

The one that killed three small children and their mother.

Have you told them that?

Have you told them the ages of those children?

Their names?

You know what losing a child gives you?

Terrible, visceral pain.

An overwhelming sense of failure.

And then there's the...

the surprising one.

It's a kind of freedom.

Nothing matters.

Not ever again.

So you're capable of anything.

Anything.

If you don't come through for Carlo,

it would be the easiest thing in the world

to cut your hard fucking heart out

and feed it to the river.

Dad?

Yeah.

- Hey. - Hey.

- What are you doing? - Oh. Eh...

Dad. Hey, what happened to your face?

Oh.

- Dad? - You want to kiss it better?

- What? - You don't remember that?

You remember that time we went to the zoo? Maybe you don't.

I mean, you were only, what, five or six?

Anyway, there was this-this mangy old camel,

and it had a-a bandage around its leg

and-and you said, "Kiss it better, Daddy?"

I mean, you got so angry and frustrated

when I didn't climb into the enclosure

and kiss a camel.

The father who can fix everything.

Uh, if there hadn't been people around,

I even think I might have done it.

- I... But how did you hurt your face? - Oh.

Just playing with Django.

Caught a paw.

Wrestling?

Yes.

Oh, hey, Django, what are you doing?

What?

Django, what are you doing?

Oh, Jesus.

- Get away from there. - Hey, what's this?

Huh?

Oh, the, um...

Uh, the butcher, he, uh, he...

he saves offcuts for-for Django. Come on, Django.

- Get away. - Eh, what is it?

It's offal.

- What's offal? - Oh, it's...

the parts that we-we just don't eat.

- Like heart? - Yeah.

It doesn't look like a heart.

Really, I don't know what it is, I-I don't ask.

He just gives it to us, so...

Okay, I mean, well, what's white?

The... brain?

- Yeah. - Uh, sheep or pig?

Wh... Uh...

Did you know that it was Carlo Baxter who killed Kofi Jones?

Yes, I did. Um...

The warrant for his arrest, t-that was me.

How did you find out?

- It's out there. - Wh... ?

- Social media, Dad. - Oh.

W-When did you find that out? Was...

All right, look, look,

that's Judge LeBlanc calling.

I need to take a quick shower,

but tell her I'm on my way, okay?

And tell her the reason why.

Thank you.

Hello?

Yeah, uh, no, he was, uh, playing with Django

and Django's paw caught his face.

Uh, yeah, no, no. He's-he's fine, he's, uh, he's on his way.

We're a week away from the enforced release

of 16 murderers and nine rapists

because we can't find the court time to put them on trial.

This is about not having proper funding

- in the court system. - No, no, no.

Fox News says it's actually about 25 Willie Hortons

coming out of jail next week to hang out on Bourbon Street.

Or how the slowest judge in New Orleans

is gonna get your daughter raped or your son murdered.

That's you, Michael. You are the problem.

Fox is asking for a picture of you.

They want one of you smiling. Do you have one of those?

Not lately.

I've never done anything like this before. It just, it just...

it breaks all the rules.

But I love you, so...

... I asked Molly to give you the Carlo Baxter arraignment.

I thought maybe you could show everybody the size of your balls.

Otherwise known as standing up to,

not up for, criminals.

All rise.

All rise.

Court is in session.

Mr. Zander, is your client ready

to enter a plea at this time?

Yes, Your Honor.

Very well. Carlo Baxter,

to the count of murder in the first degree,

how do you plead?

- Not guilty. - All right.

Your Honor, I'd like to request that bail be set.

Ms. McKee?

This is a death penalty case.

Mr. Baxter is a violent criminal.

Ms. McKee, you're addressing me,

not the National Enquirer.

Sorry. I'll start again.

This is a death penalty case. Mr. Baxter's a violent criminal.

How about being a little more specific on your objections to bail?

Fuck you. Fuck you up the ass.

Mr. Baxter's response to being Mirandized.

It's a way better articulation about his attitude

to being held in custody than anything I can come up with.

He's about as near to the perfect definition

of a flight risk since El Chapo got cuffed.

I agree.

Go fuck yourself.

Excuse me?

Go fuck yourself.

You know, I think it's good to get your feelings out, Mr. Baxter...

man-to-man and everything,

but if you do it again, I will have you arrested

for contempt of court.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand me, Mr. Baxter?

What the fuck?

I have to make this look legit.

- What the fuck?! - Shh!

Come on.

Why do you think I told you to go fuck yourself, hmm?

I hate you, you hate me, it's beautiful.

No one is going to question my integrity

if I get this trial.

- If? If? - I meant when I get this trial.

When...

I get it. It's okay. It-It's all right.

We're-we're-we're fine now.

It's okay.

♪ Took a lot of losses, had to bounce back ♪

♪ She got ass, love it when it bounce back ♪

♪ Came back strong, had to bounce back ♪

♪ Applying pressure, watch a nigga bounce back ♪

♪ Huh, huh, push it up all in his face ♪

♪ And he think that I'm pushing, like what we got talk about? ♪

♪ Ain't shit to talk about, I put the calls on these niggas ♪

♪ I call 'em out, call 'em out, huh, huh, push it, yeah ♪

♪ Huh, huh, push it ♪

♪ I'm in his face and he thinkin' I'm pushing ♪

♪ Major mistake if you thinkin' I'm pussy, yeah ♪

♪ Huh, huh, push it, push it ♪

♪ I'm in his face and he thinkin' I'm pushing ♪

♪ Major mistake if you thinkin' I'm pussy, yeah ♪

♪ 252 on the digi', I'm still in the kitchen ♪

♪ I'm cookin' up a four and a half... ♪

We doing drop-ins now?

Baxters don't deal heroin.

Some Baxters do.

You know Carlo got arrested.

You the new delivery man now?

The drugs are gone.

See, now, that's not gonna work.

They bought and paid for.

I gave your son 150 large.

It's in an evidence locker at the police station,

together with the heroin; you want it, go get it.

I'm gonna be made whole,

either by you or Carlo.

Do you speak for your son, or is he his own boss?

The 150, that's on you.

As for Carlo...

... he's my only son.

You understand me?

Looks like you and me ain't in the problem solving business today.

♪ You gotta be cautious, I'm clutching, you crossin' us ♪

♪ Pump put a permanent scar in your top ♪

♪ Bought a new freak, she got a big head like Rihanna ♪

♪ It's cute, I'm not takin' a shot ♪

♪ Designer my closet, pick up a deposit ♪

♪ On Michigan Ave. when I chill in the Chi ♪

♪ I'm in two lanes, whip is insane ♪

♪ I had to take off the brain ♪

♪ I got some change, drive with two names ♪

♪ On the Blackberry doin' my thing ♪

♪ I been pushing them thangs ♪

- ♪ Pushing it, pushing it ♪ - ♪ I been doing my thang ♪

♪ Pushing it, pushing it pushing it, pushing it ♪

♪ Pushing it, pushing it, yeah ♪

♪ Took a lot of losses, had to bounce back... ♪

They robbing us.

That there? The bold walk-in?

Bullshit show of strength

hiding weak as all fuck underneath.

Family split like that,

all we need is a lever to break it open.

As far as Carlo's concerned,

nothing changes; I'll deal with him.

That's how we fuck with his daddy.

Something to say, little man?

Mm.

Get word into OPP.

Let's make sure his son know

he ain't hiding from us in there.

♪ Sick wit' compartments, Toyota Corolla ♪

♪ I'm hopin' to load 'em, get caught on the slap ♪

♪ Nothing impossible, had a few obstacles ♪

♪ Right back to clocking like I never left ♪

♪ My windows is tinted, my mouth and my watch... ♪

I didn't get it, did I?

Sarah LeBlanc will be trying Carlo Baxter.

She'll do a great job.

It's random, the selection of judges.

That's just the way it works.

You know what I hate?

Atlanta.

Peaches, peach trees, Peachtree Street.

I hate Atlanta.

But nothing as much as I hate people

who break their promises.

Do you know how hard this has been on me?

Every principle that I have ever...

When you left my son dying on the side of the road,

you lost that.

Principle?!

No.

- I can still make this work. - How?

You're out of time. Give me the answer to my question now.

Desire will kill him.

If Carlo goes down for this, he'll never come out,

and then you'll have two...

You'll have two dead sons.

You need me.

You can't do this without me.

Your-your wife, your daughter...

That's why I asked for how.

Do you have how?

Yes, I do.

Hey.

Where were you?

When?

The breakfast meeting you set up this morning

with, uh, our client who brought us in

over $3.5 million dollars

- of billable hours last year? - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, that was this morning.

Yeah. This morning. So?

There was an arraignment I had to see.

Had to? Uh-huh.

I thought I told you

to drop your Carlo Baxter obsession.

Yeah, well, I got him charged with murder instead.

We don't do crime, Lee.

You don't do crime.

He killed one of our clients.

I think you're... you're confused, Lee.

At no point did our firm represent Kofi Jones or his family.

We do, however, represent the Orleans Parish Prison.

Which is why...

Which is why I told you to leave this alone.

Look away when a kid is murdered in an institution

whose first job is supposed to be keeping the vulnerable safe?

Keep looking away when that same institution

does absolutely nothing to figure out who killed him?

We're lawyers, Lee.

We speak for those people who pay us to speak.

In this case, it's the OPP.

Kofi was a child.

His brother is a child.

I can't just let this be.

Hmm. Yeah.

You mean every word of that.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Which is why I'm letting you go, Lee.

You're firing me?

- You left already. - What is this,

constructive dismissal?

Am I firing myself?

Lee, you look me in the eye, and you convince me

that you'll put all your energy and passion

you have been putting into working for your Lower Nine orphan

into fighting for the tax interests of those people

that you forgot to have breakfast with this morning...

then you can stay.

Thank you.

- Michael? - Oh.

You okay?

Well, this is what we used to do, by the way. Robin and I?

We used to come, sit side by side in this very bar

and we would just make our way through

the best top-shelf single malts.

Yep. On your birthday.

Yeah, yeah... Yes.

I forgot, it is my birthday. I keep forgetting.

♪ Don't know when they'll end ♪

♪ If they'll ever end ♪

♪ I can't even rub two quarters... ♪

♪ And I ain't got... ♪

Oh, that's good.

Mmm.

No, you know what? It's actually not just my birthday.

It's both of our birthday. We were born on the same day.

Robin and I... well, five years apart, but still.

You knew that, right? Did I tell you...

I didn't tell you that?

I was going to talk about that in the eulogy,

but then I-I didn't think I would be able to get through it.

- Could I have two more? - You got it.

I mean, Sarah, it's-it's only been a year,

and it-it... it-it feels...

I mean, does it seem to you that it...

it's a betrayal?

Does she make you happy?

Lee?

Yes.

Then there's your answer.

I'm out.

Thank you.

Where are we going?

I'm cooking you dinner.

Really?

Nice.

Uh, this is not the way to...

At your house.

Oh.

Did something happen?

Yeah.

- Yeah? That's all? Yeah? - Yeah.

You're not gonna tell me?

Not yet.

Well, I have something I want to say to you, too.

What?

Michael, what?

Maybe it's the same thing.

You've got to be kidding me.

This your car, ma'am?

What do you think?

Simple question, ma'am.

I'm white... you asking the same thing?

Fifteen seconds in,

there it is, she pulls the race card.

I'm a judge... are you asking the same thing?

You been drinking, ma'am?

It's either that or the car's been drinking.

Somebody put a daiquiri in the gas tank?

World-class potholes, every car in New Orleans looks drunk.

The only question is, who do you choose to stop

using your white man's discretion?

Hands on the wheel.

I told you, I'm a judge.

If you think I'm actually gonna try to pull a weapon...

- Really, you are... - Hands on the wheel now.

You know what? Fuck you. Fuck the both of you.

Hands on the fucking wheel.

I love you.

Lee?

The light's green.

Surprise!

- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Michael ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Our birthday boy has a problem.

He doesn't like it when people say nice things about him in public.

I've known Michael Desiato nearly all my life,

a life I wouldn't have had

were it not for him pulling me out of Lake Pontchartrain.

Age six, damn near drowned.

Then having the presence of mind

to turn me upside down by my ankles

and shake all the lake water

in my skinny-ass lungs right out of there.

Michael Desiato always backs himself

to make things right.

Grace under pressure?

Look at him. He got it.

Calm decisions in the heat of action? Oh, yeah.

I've been proud to stand next to this man through his life.

I'm privileged to call him my friend,

and for his integrity,

his dignity

and for being just about good enough for a white man

on the basketball court to make it

a real satisfaction to whup his ass every time...

Michael Desiato will always have my vote.

- Yes! - Yeah!

Yeah!

All right, Michael.

Jimmy.

To an honorable man.

To an honorable man.

Hey. What happened, buddy?

What's wrong with Django?

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