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I am 100% emotionally involved

in getting this brute of a human being

convicted of this murder.

- You don't know what you're talking about.
- She's tearing him apart in there,

and you're letting it fucking happen.

I'm watching my son
heading for death row!

Counselor, we don't need to go here.

I think the jury has seen
all that they need to see.

See you at school.

Wait...

- So who is this guy?
- He's great.

Adam.

Adam... That's it?

I don't know that much about him.

I've never seen these.

They were in Mom's Leica.

It's her last photographs.

These are all Desire gang members.

We-we know all of them, but this one.

I think she was in trouble,
and she knew it.

Let me find this man.

What's up, prison shit?

I got to have at that
fuck that killed Rocco.

How's his heart?

Stopped. And his head?

Cracked open like a fuckin' watermelon.

- Carlo Baxter, you're under arrest.
- For what?

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

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He's upstairs!

Oh, damn!

Hey there!

I need immunity.

Well, that's not how this works.
You need to convince me

immunity is something you deserve,

and I'll see what I can do.

- I-I really don't have time for this.
- I can't fucking run anymore!

I've been hiding out three months.

I'm out of money,

out of drugs...

and this morning they found me.

Who are you running from?

You know who I'm running from.

We need to hear you say it.

Give me the words, Joey.

Jimmy Baxter.

Carlo gets arrested for murder,

and Jimmy comes after you. Why?

There may have been...

some fentanyl. Okay?

A side deal behind Jimmy's back.

Hence the one-fifty on Carlo.

This isn't a trial about drugs.

This is a murder trial that
resumes in 15 minutes,

so if you have something to say to me,

I need to hear it right this second.

Carlo bragged about killing Kofi.

He told me that the
kid came to his cell,

and he split his head
open like a watermelon.

His words? The watermelon?

- His words.
- What else?

Gina.

- Carlo's mom.
- What about her?

She made sure Carlo
got to OPP that night.

She used me to help with that.

Gina Baxter pulled the
strings on the whole thing.

Look. I know a lot more
than just this trial.

So give me a good fucking deal
'cause this is just the start.

You want me to have him cleaned up?

No. Leave him exactly as he is.

He's the real deal.

I want the jury to smell
the fear coming off him.

What's his name?

Joey Maldini.

This is outrageous, Your Honor.
Outrageous.

This witness is not on the list.

There's no mention of him
in discovery, nothing.

He just walked into a police
station two hours ago.

I am sorry if this is less
than ideal for the defense.

Yeah, less than ideal for us.

You're damn right it's
less than ideal for us.

But it is ideal for them.
This surprise witness

just-just shows up out of nowhere,

ambushing us with
game-changing evidence.

God! Are you suggesting that
I knew about this witness

and held onto him?

- Yes.
- That I would risk my entire career

- just to jump you with this?
- Oh, give me...

- Fuck.
- Did I push him out a second-story window?

- Did I break his ankle for him?
- Ms. McKee, please!

Fine, I'll give him the
benefit of the doubt.

He's making wild accusations

because he knows this witness kills him.

That's why you need to let Joey testify.

Listen, I want both of you
to go back to your corners,

take a couple minutes and calm down.

And then I want to know exactly
what Maldini is going to say.

Ms. McKee.

Who's looking after your witness now?

NOLA PD, Your Honor.

I want him put in courthouse custody

- while I make a decision.
- Okay.

I love this one.

This guy's pretty cool.

I feel like you could
stop on every page.

Yeah.

- Wow, this one.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah...
- Here.

A present.

Two presents.

Oh. Why two?

For Infinite Jest. You need two.

You need one for the main text,

and then one for the footnotes.

Once you're in, you probably
won't want to see me.

It makes a hermit of every reader.

Adam...

God, I love seeing my students learning

in the wild.

Oh, sorry, Frannie.
Adam's photography teacher.

- Oh, hi. Fia.
- Hi.

All his favorite photographers
are women.

And of them all, probably Vivian.

Right, Adam?

Yeah.

I love Vivian Maier.

I mean, I really love her.

But not as much as I love your shoes.

Oh. Uh, yeah, thanks.

Actually, why do people say thank you

when someone says they
like what you're wearing?

I mean, it's not like I made
these myself or anything.

Yeah, but you-you chose them, right?

And when it comes down to
it, the choices we make...

Well, anyway, it was
really nice to meet you.

Fia, right?

- Such a pretty name.
- Thank you.

- Short for Sofia?
- Yes.

Italian?

Yeah, on my Mom's side.

- Dad's side?
- Scottish. Baxter.

Baxter...

as in the hotel in the Quarter?

Mm-hmm.

Oh...

Well, I should get going.

School.

- It was a pleasure, Fia.
- Thank you.

Costello here.

Are you sure?

Okay.

No, that's it.

I know that Robin was having an affair.

I... Not the details, but...

I knew.

Christ, you knew?!

- Yes.
- And you didn't tell us?

This guy's a prime suspect

- in your wife's murder.
- I ju...

- What the hell were you thinking?
- Adam.

Adam doesn't know.

W... Okay, well, you have to tell him.

Nancy, his mother was a wonderful woman.

And he has nothing but
great memories of her

and-and who she was.

- I don't want to destroy that.
- So what are you saying?

I need to get this trial over,

and-and when it is,
I can get my life back.

But I cannot cope now.

Don't ask me to do it. Please.

This is a hotel.

Right.

Paid with cash.

In a fake name.

I see.

Robin was...

Yeah.

Wow.

- God.
- I'm sorry.

Doing your job.

- Michael?
- He knows.

And Adam?

Does he have to know?

It's gonna come out.

You're asking me to tell him.

Joey Maldini connects all the dots.

Corroborates every aspect
of the prosecution's case

and puts a skewer
right through the heart

of the whole self-defense idea.

He tells us Carlo confesses to him,

he tells us Gina was instrumental

in getting Carlo moved to OPP.

Gina Baxter isn't on trial.

- She might be soon.
- Oh, God.

Look, this trial is about
a single moment in a cell

and what was in the minds
of two men in that moment.

But we can't know what that was

unless we look at the broader context.

Joey gives us the whole story.

Prejudice massively outweighs

the probative value of
this witness, Your Honor.

He means he's going down
and he doesn't like it.

Okay, that's...

He knows Kofi wasn't driving.

My guess is that Joey would want
to talk about that on the stand,

how the victim didn't do
what everybody thinks he did.

And maybe then people start
looking for who was driving.

Why were you down here that day?

My wife was murdered
near here a year ago.

It was the anniversary, so I...

I wanted to... I needed to be there.

Was he dead when you left him?

- Yes.
- Don't lie to me.

He was dead.

Let me ask you something.

Do you wake up screaming in the night

because you killed a 17-year-old boy?

Yes.

Good.

Look at me.

My family's not losing another child.

There's nothing I wouldn't do.

Nothing.

So if you don't like it,
I really don't give a fuck.

And if there's trial fallout?

Well, that's your department, isn't it?

Joey's a junkie.

He'll just be stepping
off a little early.

We're not asking for your permission.

We're telling you to set it up.

When we go back into court,

I will rule that the
witness can testify.

You...

you have Johnny Zander ask for a recess

until tomorrow to prepare for cross.

It'd be a fair request,

and I'll grant it.

You'll have the night.

How you get to him...

... well, that's your
department, isn't it?

Hey.

You're vaping just like the kids, huh?

It's a terrible habit.

Nothing illegal?

You know, I-I hear that Joey
Maldini has a drug problem.

I mean, angel from
heaven and everything,

but still a little fucked up?

- He's hanging in there.
- Oh.

Okay.

Is it just the murder,

or is he swimming deep enough
to reveal the whole iceberg?

I mean, no one's gonna get
in Fiona McKee's way now.

You know? We figure
let her win this one,

then we'll get him
talking about the rest.

Obviously, Special Crimes
is a little overexcited.

But this should be you, right?

Fiona said he came to you.

You're the one who got him talking.

Don't sell yourself short, Nancy.

Or else some big, dumb slab of beef

will be stealing the
career-defining case

you could've made.

I mean, this is yours.

It's big.

Listen, if it ever starts to
feel like it's getting too big,

and you need someone
to talk to about this,

Cusack, whatever,

I'm here.

Thanks.

I've got to sort through
a couple things.

See you.

Hey.

Think I'm not watching?

I see you.

Excuse me?

I want you to stay away from them.

Michael, Adam.

Adam?

Don't pretend you don't
know who I'm talking about.

You fuck with him, you fuck with me.

Adam?

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Did the count.

$9,310.

Well, ain't we showing initiative?

I'm good with money. Ask Little Mo.

Even had a teacher tell me I
got a facility for the numbers.

A facility?

So bad at math I'm good at it.

How that work?

Uh, you can't do that shit on paper,

so you got to do it in your head.

Keep doing it in your
head over and over,

the better you get.

That be the equation, you feel me?

Who's that motherfucking scientist?

The wheelchair dude, with the voice.

Stephen Hawking.

Yeah, we got our own Stephen
motherfucking Hawking

in the Lower Nine.

I-I thought I could do, like, payroll

or help build the bank.

♪ You can have that
no-good half of a man ♪

♪ But please ♪

♪ Don't mess with my man... ♪

Build the bank how?

You ever think about using
the church to clean money?

Like the one down on Caffin
that need a new roof?

You give them a cash loan,
help them fix it up.

Then they issue you back a legit check.

There's a lot of churches
that need help down here.

This might be the hardest decision

I've ever had to make as a judge.

I've listened to both sides'
arguments with great care,

but there's one more
thing that I need to know

before I decide.

Joey Maldini is struggling
with drug withdrawal,

and I need to know for myself

that he's up to this.

I've taken a good look at that,
Your Honor. He'll be fine.

But as I said, Ms. McKee,

I'd like to see that for myself.

Unless there's a problem.

No?

Good. All right.

Uh, no, no, no.

Just-just Alan in chambers,
if you don't mind.

Let's keep our social distancing, huh?

Thank you.

Well, I'm Michael Desiato.

I'm presiding over this trial.

You, uh, look a little
nervous, young man.

Wouldn't you be?

Yeah.

I'll let you in on a little
secret. I... Oh, Alan.

Would you get Mr. Maldini
a glass, please?

I get nervous, too.

- Always have.
- Here you go.

Ah, thank you.

So I had to come up with a strategy

in order to deal with it.

Are you familiar with
W.H. Auden, the poet?

"Thousands have lived without love,

not one without water."

So, when I feel overwhelmed,

or if I feel I'm heading that way,

I just take a moment, breathe
and take a sip of water.

God.

They can't get your boot back on, huh?

Hey, you know what?

You look to be about my size.

Let me, uh...

Let me tell you what to expect. Now...

you'll hear your name called

and you'll come on up to the stand.

There you go.

And you'll swear on the
Bible to tell the truth

and then sit down, at
which point, if you just...

... just look at me, okay?

That way you don't have to
see the people in the court

who really don't like what you're doing.

Here, let's try this.

Take it, careful, careful, careful.

Okay.

Yeah. That's it.

So, at that point,
it's just a conversation

between you and me, all right?

One-on-one.

And you'll be fine.

I'm ready to rule on this.

I'm going to grant

the state's application
to call Joey Maldini.

Your Honor, the defense
requests a recess

until tomorrow so we
can prepare for cross.

No. The witness is ready now.

I think we all saw you limping.

I broke my ankle.

How?

Jumping out a second-story window.

When?

A few hours ago.

Why did you do that?

To get away from some people.

What people?

People who want me dead.

- Who?
- Objection, Your Honor, th...

I withdraw the question.

Do you know the accused?

He's my best friend.

How did you two first meet?

Me and Carlo came up together.

Can't remember if we first met
at kindergarten or first grade,

but he was, like, my bro.

My family's fucked up and...

oh, shit, am I not supposed to swear?

You're doing just fine.

Uh, yeah, so...

the Baxters kind of took me in.

They were a good family,

they, um, always had food in the fridge.

And, uh... leftovers in
little plastic containers

with, uh, labels on them so
you'd know what's in them.

Like... risotto.

Or mac and cheese.

And name-brand soda.

So you two stayed close?

Absolutely.

But here you are testifying against him.

Um...

Where I come from, you don't snitch.

You just don't, but...

I can't keep living like this.

Like what?

Like what?

I loved the Baxters like my family.

- But when your own family...
- Objection.

The Baxter family is not on trial here.

The witness can't testify
to the narrower facts

if he doesn't put them in
their proper perspective.

If Mr. Zander's gonna have
a problem with that...

You may have bigger problems, Ms. McKee.

Let's-let's get this man some
medical attention, please?

Release the jury.

Call the EMTs.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I owe you an apology.

I thought that I had made sure

that the witness was
well enough to testify.

But I was wrong.

I made a mistake.

So I'm afraid you'll have to disregard

everything that Mr. Maldini said.

His credibility is questionable,

but what really matters
is that the defense

wasn't able to cross-examine him,

so everything he's said
hasn't been tested,

and that is what is really
unfair to the accused.

So get rid of the entire idea of him

from your minds.

For our purposes,

Joey Maldini never existed.

♪ I'm-a break you off,
let me be your motivation... ♪

Yeah!

♪ Baby, turn around, let me
give you innovation, hey ♪

♪ You got that good-good,
baby, don't you? ♪

♪ Got that good-good, baby, don't you? ♪

That was on purpose, right?

The café?

Yes. And thank God.

You know, just...

- Let me, let me explain...
- Forget it's me saying this.

Just think for a moment.

You're crazy to be doing
what you're doing.

I can't help it.

What does that mean?

You know what it means.

I'll tell you what it means,

and I'll tell you what
you're mistaking it for.

You think you're in love with this girl.

You're not. You're fascinated by her.

You're pulled towards her
because you killed her brother.

You sound like a teacher.

I love you.

It's wrong, it's a terrible mistake.

I wish I didn't feel this way, but I do.

You're jealous.

You want it to be that easy.

Easy?

You want me to be the bad teacher

turned into the jealous woman.

It's not it.

I am begging you to take responsibility

for yourself, Adam.

For both your sakes, you and Fia Baxter

have to stop seeing each other.

Or what? Y-You'd tell her?

Rehearsing and coaching
are not the same thing,

which means I can tell
you how to say things,

but not what to say.

- Understood?
- Sure.

So, when Kofi Jones
walked into your cell,

what would be the one word to describe

how you were feeling?

Okay, if it were me,

how about terrified?

Yeah, I-I don't know about terrified.

Here's the law. Here's the
deal with self-defense:

I'm gonna put it in
your language, Carlo.

You have to believe that
you are in immediate danger

of being killed or very seriously hurt

and that deadly force
is needed to prevent it.

Yeah. That.

But notice how you didn't
use the word "terrified."

Okay.

Okay.

How did your brother die?

He died in a car crash.

- The car was driven by who?
- Kofi Jones.

And did Kofi Jones leave
your little brother all alone,

bleeding to death on
the side of the road

with no one to hold his hand
or hear his last words?

Yeah.

Speak it back to me, with feeling.

- You just said it.
- How did it make you feel, Carlo?

- Mad.
- No.

What the fuck am I supposed to say?

- It rhymes with mad.
- Bad?

- Oh, Jesus.
- Fucking sad.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.
- Sure.

Okay.

Here's my question, Carlo.

Here's-here's the question.

When the man who killed
your little brother

walked into your cell and
you saw him standing there...

... what was the first thought
that came into your head?

Kill the motherfucker.

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Say, I ain't trying to get all
sappy or nothing like that,

but... I just want to
thank you, you know?

For-for bringing me in
and letting me stay.

Of course, man.

I knew you was good people.

I mean, shit, look at you now.

Making financial propositions
to the mama herself.

I knew you had weight on you.

You know, Rudy,

he was worried as all fuck
when you were joining in

and moving in,

especially after what
went down with Kofi.

But I told him...

... that you smart and that you loyal.

Who Rudy?

Oh, you ain't need to
learn all our secrets

in one day, old boy.

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Come, sit.

Doubts, I hear.

You haven't spoken to
me about these doubts,

but you have spoken about them.

Why can't you believe I am capable

of forming my own opinions?

Uh, there's no new relationship?
Nobody's feeding you these thoughts

at this difficult time?

His name is Adam.

Because of what happened,
you are vulnerable, Fia.

You can be exploited.

- What are you saying?
- He appears as one thing.

My... Okay, my boyfriend is the devil?

Is that... Mom, is this you?

All right, my child.

- Here's what we'll do.
- What are you...

What are you talking about?

"Here's what we'll do"?

This is none of your business.

- Fia.
- Sofia.

- Fia. Hey.
- Fuck him. Fuck him.

Who do they think they are?

In confirmation class yesterday,
you know what he said?

"God spake unto Abraham,
'Kill him with a knife.'

Your own son.

Your child, a sacrifice to me.

Build a bonfire to put your dead son on,

and ask him to help you
collect the wood first,

lie to him about what you're doing."

And then, "And now that you've proved,

by agreeing to murder your child,

that there is, there is no one,

no one you love more than me,

you don't actually have to do it."

I mean, what kind of a fucking
deranged despot is that?

- Sweetheart...
- This is not you.

It is me. It's all me.

Do you love him?

No. I hate him.

Your mother meant Adam, Fia, not God.

Would you do it, Dad?

If God asked you to?

Mom?

Would you kill me if God
asked you to do it?

Do you love him?

Yes. Yes, I love him.

Wha...

I know when my godson is
holding something back.

Yeah, I might have gotten
myself into something

that's kind of messy.

The girlfriend?

- There's another thing.
- What?

- There are two.
- Girlfriends?

Uh...

One of them is my teacher.

Oh.

Whoa.

So let me guess.

You like the other one.

"Like" isn't the right word.

Okay.

And Mrs. Robinson is upset.

Okay. Yeah.

I got this.

No, I...

Hmm?

I got myself into this.

I should get myself out of it.

- Well, that sounds...
- It's what it is.

I got it.

Sure.

If you're here to try
to get me to go see

that motherfucker lie under oath,

I'd rather be making money.

What's this?

Results from Kofi's GED exam.

- Says he failed.
- He did.

Look at the date though,
look at the time.

Kofi was busy failing his GED exam...

the same time that
Rocco Baxter was killed.

Which means Kofi covered for someone.

Desire asked him to take the fall.

So it has to be someone in
the crew who killed Rocco.

The people you call family now?

They're the ones who
let the Baxters think

that Kofi was responsible
for killing Rocco.

They put the "X" on his back

and then they turned the other way.

I know they took you in.

I know you think you owe
them something for that.

But has it ever occurred to you

that maybe the reason
they're keeping you so close

is because they sold your
brother down the Mississippi?

Where was Little Mo that day?

That would explain...

Rudy.

Rudy? Who's-who's Rudy?

He's in Desire?

You think he was driving?

I don't know who he is, but...

Little Mo said that he was
worried that I was joining

after what had went down with Kofi.

What else did he say?

What exactly, Eugene?

- Word for word.
- I don't remember.

I mean, we was drinking and
stuff and I don't remember.

Wh-What did he say?

It's important.

He said he was worried, like I told you.

But... Little Mo told him
not to trip, 'cause...

I'm smarter than Kofi.

And I'm more loyal.

"More loyal"?

That's so warped.

So I can look into this Rudy?

You're a teacher?

Yeah, high school photography.

So a real vocation?

On good days, yes. I love it.

On lesser ones it can feel
more like babysitting.

Charlie Figaro.

Are you, uh, looking for my vote

or are you hitting on me?

It's a little difficult to tell.

I'd have thought you'd be
kind of expert on reading

what is and isn't appropriate,
Miss Latimer.

You being a teacher and everything.

- How did you know my...
- No, no, see,

I'm doing the talking now.

I want you to listen more carefully

than you have ever listened
to anything in your life.

This can only end badly for
you. This comes out, uh...

you go to jail.

You become a registered sex offender

and everything that that brings with it.

And your vocation?

This thing you love?

Dead forever.

But none of this needs happen.

If you stop now.

Do the right thing, Miss Latimer.

You feel me?

- What about Adam?
- I got him.

You ain't got to worry about that.

- He told you?
- Yeah.

- Was it hard for him?
- Now, now, see?

I don't think you heard me right.

Now you need to stop it.

Step off.

I got him. He'll be fine.

- I don't know.
- I know my godson.

- He's 17 years old.
- Exactly.

It's not easy to watch
somebody die in the gutter

and have to live with the
guilt of knowing you did it.

And when you're sensitive
and sweet and 17...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Adam?

Ten minutes. And you owe me.

I promise wherever I land,

I will take you with me.

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Earl Grey still?

You're not my assistant anymore, Freya.

Mostly I'm just curious about
what the hell you're doing.

Found a cop who's arrested
a dealer many times,

and yet none of those
arrests have led to charges.

What does that tell you?

Either the dealer's an informant

or the cop's dirty.

Or both.

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How much?

Hmm?

- Hmm?
- How much do you love him?

With all my heart.

I'd like to meet him.

Okay.

Great. Uh, when?

Now?

Now would be good.

Hey.

Hey, uh, I was just about to head out.

Oh, yeah? Where you headed?

Oh, okay.

Girlfriend?

- Yeah.
- Well, have a good time.

You gonna be gone long?

- Uh, I don't know.
- Okay, well,

I'll wait up for you.

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