All language subtitles for YOUR HONOR.S02E01.HDR.2160P.WEB.H265-GLHF

Previously on Your Honor...

Something happened, Dad.

I hit somebody.\NHe died.

I drove away.

I got you, buddy.

- Get back in the car.\N- You are the one that said

that we had to come here.

The boy you hit this morning

is Jimmy Baxter’s son.

Jimmy Baxter is the head of

the most vicious crime family

in the history of this city.

Whoever you are,\Nyou will be found.

- Hey.\N- I know you, right?

Uh, Rocco’s memorial.

I’m his sister.

Robin’s car.

I need it to disappear, Charlie.

No questions asked.

[Fia]\NTell me about an experience

that’s had a big impact\Non you recently.

[Adam]\NI-I just met a really cool girl.

I need a favor.

♪♪ slow, tense music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[siren wailing]

Desiato.

[Nancy]\NWe found the car.

[Adam]\NKofi Jones.

Now he’s been arrested

and he’s gonna pay\Nfor what I did.

The kid was Desiato affiliated.

If we do nothing,\Nwe’ll look weak.

- Then where does it end?\N- We go big.

[brass band playing\Nfuneral procession faintly]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Baxter’s got to pay.

He will, Little Man.

[Michael]\NThe boy that they arrested...

...he died.

[Jimmy]\NFuck did you do?

Days left on your sentence,\Nand you do this?

- [grunts]\N- Oh!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.\NPlease.

No, no, no, no..\N[stammers] Carlo!

He’s... he’s about\Nto be arrested

for the murder of Kofi Jones.

I can make sure that\Nhe walks out a free man.

Will the defendant please rise.

The jury finds the defendant...

not guilty.

[quiet chatter]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[insects trilling]

[alarm blares in distance]

- [birds chirping]\N- [alarm blares]

- [indistinct chatter]\N- [alarm continuing]

[indistinct chatter]

D Block 413, green light.

[door buzzes]

Get up.

On your feet!

[sighs softly]

[indistinct chatter, shouting]

[chatter, shouting\Ncontinues in distance]

[door buzzes]

[overlapping shouting\Nin distance]

[chatter stops]

♪♪ eerie music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Remove your clothes.

Shirt and pants, now.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

On the scale.

Whew.

You need sustenance.

We’re not gonna\Nlet you die here.

This is a nutritional\Nsupplement.

Look at me.

Will you drink it?

[Michael groans softly]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Wait, hold up.

Hey. Last chance.

[grunting weakly]

[gagging]

[coughing]

[gagging]

[sputtering gags]

[coughing]

[gagging]

[Michael coughs]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[coughing]

[gasping]

[snorts]

♪♪ suspenseful music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

- [screaming]\N- [panicked shouting]

[Michael]\NNo!

Someone help me!

Help me, please!

♪♪ intense music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[jazz music playing nearby]

- ♪♪♪♪♪♪\N- [people whistling, whooping]

Hey, bro!

[whooping, whistling continue]

MAN:\NWatch out, baby. Hey!

♪♪ tense music ♪♪

- ♪♪♪♪♪♪\N- [train whistle blowing]

[bell ringing]

[sirens wailing]

[panting]

♪♪ intense music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[dialogue inaudible]

...door.\NDo you want to get the door?

- What? Okay, s--\N- Get the door.

Okay.

I got you.\NYou all right, sweetie?

Okay, okay, okay.

- Here we go.\N- [sirens wailing in distance]

All right, that’s it.

Come on in.

Okay. Here you go.

That’s it.

Just lie down.

- Can’t-- Oh, thank you.\N- Keep her warm.

There you are.\NThat’s it.

[water runs, stops]

Fia?\NFia, sweetheart, look at me.

- Sw--\N- [knocking]

Can you... All right.

There’s a fucking mess\Ndown there.

Police have\Nsealed off the hotel?

As we speak.

Have you checked\Nthe security tape?

My guys are on it.

The Desiato boy,\Nhe’s-he’s dead.

[Gina]\NShh, shh, shh.

[door opens, closes]

Where’s the shooter?

He won’t get far.

Where’s Carlo?

He went after him.

Look, we’ll find this bastard.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

- [siren chirps]\N- [indistinct chatter]

[Nancy]\NYou ID him yet?

Uh, Adam Desiato.

[helicopter blades\Nwhirring overhead]

You knew him?

Yeah. Uh, he’s a judge’s son.

Um, I’ll call the father\Nand let him know.

Just...

have someone meet him\Nat the hospital.

Well, his father’s inside.

Witnessed the whole thing.

[heavy gate rolls shut]

[quiet, indistinct chatter]

[swallows, groans]

[coughing]

[sighs]

[groans]

- [coughs]\N- [guard] D Block 413,

green light.

[door buzzes]

[breathing heavily]

♪♪ slow, tense music ♪♪

It’s quite common\Nfor an incarcerated individual

to question if he has\Nanything to live for.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Do you believe that\Nyou pose a danger to yourself?

It’s my job to determine

whether or not\Nyour life is at risk.

You’ve suffered\Nunimaginable loss.

I understand the pain\Nyou’re experiencing

must be relentless.

I’d like to explore

the possibility

that you can\Nlearn to live with it.

[helicopter blades\Nwhirring in distance]

Looks like Desire.

We think Carlo\Nwas the intended target.

Oh, oh, you th-you think?

This is the second time\Nthey’ve come after my child.

Carlo.

Oh, my God.

He got away.

Does NOPD have any idea\Nwhere he is?

We’ll catch him.

[commentator] I don’t think\Nthe step-up in weight has slowed

Castro down one bit. Olafs\Ngets one off of Castro’s temple,

and here we go!\NOh, wild exchange!

Two top competitors swinging

- with everything they have.\N- [phone vibrates]

A big left hand from Castro!

[commentator 2]\NLooks like it could be--

[Rudy]\NRaid, raid.

Raid, raid, raid!

[commentators continuing\Nindistinctly]

- NOPD!\N- Let me see your hands!

Hands up! Hands up!

- Go, against the wall. Come on!\N- [excited chatter]

[grunts]\NDon’t move.

- We didn’t do shit. [grunts]\N- Move!

[indistinct chatter\Nover dispatch radio]

[agent]\NClear. Clear.

Where the fuck is he?

Where the fuck is who?

Eugene Jones.

We know he lives here.

[whispers] We need to find him.

[whispers] She’s resting.

[phone vibrates]

Yes?

[Big Mo] That wasn’t\Na sanctioned hit on your son.

I never gave that order.

The shooter was\Na member of Desire, no?

Young men are impulsive.

Given your offspring,\NI think you’d understand that.

If you don’t have\Ncontrol over your men,

why am I talking to you?

This was personal.

You know exactly why he did it.

I guess I should just\Nlet it go, then?

Like I said,\NI ain’t give that order.

So let’s not make this\Ninto an all-out war.

Okay. Turn him over to me.

I ain’t got him.

So get him.

[line disconnects]

I need you to find Eugene.

And bring him to me.

Now.

[light buzzing]

[footsteps approaching]

[door buzzes]

Why can’t you people\Njust let me die in peace?

Now, what kind of way is that\Nto start a conversation?

I don’t need more psych evals.

Let’s think of it like\Nan introductory chat.

A first date, if you will.

You want to start?

No? Okay. I’ll go first.

My name is Oliva Delmont.

I am from Hackensack,\NNew Jersey.

I am the youngest\Nof three sisters.

- Oh, my God.\N- Tragic Jets fan.

And a firm believer that\NGeminis are not to be trusted.

So, you’re not a psychiatrist?

But I did take Intro to Psych\Nin college.

I’m an assistant U.S. attorney

for the Eastern\NDistrict of Louisiana.

Guard.

That was quick.

I didn’t authorize any visitors.

Yeah, one of the perks\Nof being a federal prosecutor.

You know that.

Guard!

You’re gonna\Ntalk to me, Michael.

Whatever it is you want,\Nthe answer’s no.

Now, that’s not any fun, is it?

At least give me a shot.

Now, I don’t want to bore you

with the mundanity\Nof my caseload,

but suffice it to say...

your relationship with\Nthe Baxter family intrigues me.

I don’t have a relationship

with the Baxter family.

Michael...

I am offering you\Na chance to help bring down

the single greatest threat\Nto New Orleans,

to atone for what you have done,

to help the world be\Na little bit better,

or you could do it\Nfor the same reason I do.

I like chasing the bad guys.

I can’t help you.

Let me worry about that.

Okay.

Then I won’t help you.

We’ll see.

[birds chirping]

[breathing sharply]

[grunting]

[panting]

[breathes deeply]

You having a good workout?

Yeah. How’s Fia?

She’s traumatized, Carlo.

I get it.

Do you?

Of course.

Why the fuck\Nare you beating up a bag

when that son of a bitch\Nis still on the loose?

[Michael] Jimmy Baxter\Nknew about the hit-and-run.

I had to protect Adam.

Wh-When Carlo\Nwas charged with...

[Nancy on recording]\NCarlo Baxter?

[Michael]\NYes. When, uh,

when he was charged

with killing Kofi Jones, I...

I made sure the trial\Nwas in my courtroom.

[Nancy]\NIn cooperation with whom?

[Michael]\NJimmy Baxter.

[Nancy]\NAnd then you rigged the trial

[Michael]\NI did.

I was trying to save my son.

[sighs deeply]

Where is he now?

He’s in custody.

I picked him up at the hospital\Nlast night.

Who’s representing him?

He waived counsel.

Doesn’t have any fight\Nleft in him.

So, why’s\Nthe justice department here?

This confession steps\Non a federal investigation.

[texting]

He’s a judge\Nwho conspired with a mobster

to corrupt a murder trial.\NHow is that not enough for you?

This is not just about one man.

I want to eradicate

an entire criminal\Norganization for good,

so I need you\Nto bury his confession.

What the hell’s the point\Nof solving crimes

if we’re just gonna\Nlet the criminals walk free?

Michael belongs in prison.

Okay, then send him to prison\Nfor tax evasion.

But the transcripts\Nmust be filed

under seal.

He’s no good to me\Nif Baxter thinks he’s a snitch.

- [rap music playing over stereo]\N- [lively chatter]

Yo.

Hey, yo.

What you looking for?

Not what. Who.

The pussy that lives here--

- where is he?\N- If you mean

Little Man, we ain’t seen him.

Least, not today.

But if you mean Kofi,

he got murdered\Nby a bitch in OPP.

- [gunshot]\N- Drop it, motherfucker.

Gangster my ass, Baxter bitch.

[line ringing]

♪♪ slow, tense music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Come on, come on, come on.\NCome on, come on.

[line ringing]

[Lee]\NHello, this is Lee Delamere.

- Please leave a message.\N- [beep]

Miss Lee, it’s Eugene.

I-I’m in trouble.\NI need your help.

- No, no, no, no, no!\N- Got your ass.

[grunting]

- Hold him.\N- Stop! Get off! Hey!

[tires screech]

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

[gasps]

You fucking my world,\NLittle Man.

- He killed Kofi.\N- [Big Mo] Yeah.

So you took a shot and missed.

Well, you already know\Nwhat they gonna do to you.

I don’t care about\Nwhat they do to me.

I care about what they did.

[Big Mo] Even if\Nyou took ’em out, what then?

What, you was gonna\Nrun back here?

Think we’d protect you?

Right, so...

your problem become my problem,

which mean you the problem.

I told you to trust\Nin my long game.

Fuck your long game.

[sucks teeth]

Fuck my long game.

You got the police\Nlooking for you.

Baxters hunting you down.

And you so focused\Non running from them

that you ain’t stop to think

what the fuck would happen\Nif Mo found you first.

[door rattles]

So, what you gonna do with him?

There’s only one way this ends.

[indistinct chatter]

[chatter continues nearby]

♪♪ slow, dramatic music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[insects trilling]

[quiet, indistinct chatter]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

I can’t do this.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

I hate to do this now,\Nbut can we talk about

the poll from last week?

I saw it.

It was good news.

Not anymore, it’s not.

Our worst side-by-side numbers

are on public safety and crime.

Well, with the shooting,\Ncrime is on everyone’s mind.

These numbers\Nare going to get worse.

Hey.

Michael Desiato\Nis like a brother to me.

My godson was murdered\Nright before his eyes.

So don’t talk to me about this\Nin terms of poll numbers.

Last thing I’ll say.

There’s a killer on the loose\Nand voters are scared.

Scared voters

are not Charlie Figaro votes.

- [water lapping]\N- [insects trilling]

- [boat horn honks in distance]\N- [Fia sighs]

Why did this happen?

It’s a senseless\Nact of violence.

Was it?

I know violence\Nis a part of this family.

Carlo killed someone.\NMom, her family...

I know what people\Nthink about them.

I-I’ve heard the stories.

They can’t all be lies.

They revel in it.

But we’re not like them.

Right?

So, how do you do what they do?

[grunts]

Yeah, we’ve been\Nwaiting for you.

[Little Mo]\NLittle later than expected.

But I knew

your old Al Capone-looking\Nass was coming.

Search his ass.

My problem isn’t with you.

But you’re in my neighborhood.

If you knew I was coming\Nyou know who I’m looking for.

And if you knew\Nhow thin my patience was

you’d shut the fuck up.

See, you thought\Nyou was gonna come down here

and bust some heads open,\Nand almost got your wig split.

Lucky for you,\Nthose weren’t my orders.

Yet.

To have the audacity

to roll up on that house

after the shit\Nyour daddy pulled...

Tell me one thing.

He don’t know that\Nyou here now, do he?

- If anything happens to me--\N- [Big Mo] If?

If "if" was a fifth,\Nwe’d all be fucking drunk.

Do you know what\Nmy family will do to you?

Well, shouldn’t matter\Nto you now.

You’d be long gone by then.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing, vibrating]

[Jimmy]\NWe’re on our way home.

You asked me\Nif I had control over my men.

Now I’m wondering

if you got control over yours

What is this?

If someone were to come aroun\Nlooking for trouble,

I should assume\Nyou sent them, yeah?

I got your son.

Is that so?

Mm.

Like I said before,

young men are so impulsive.

You tread very carefully\Nright now.

Oh, if I wanted to kill him\Nhe’d be dead.

But he came to my house\Nuninvited,

swinging around his little dick.

But given our situation,

I’m willing to overlook all that

to avoid a war\Nthat neither of us need.

And in case\NI didn’t make it clear,

this is a courtesy call.

You handle your boy,

I’ll handle mine.

[sighs]

Time’s up, Little Man.

♪♪ ominous music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[tires screech]

[grunts]

[dogs barking in distance]

- [indistinct chatter]\N- Carlo.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[indistinct announcement\Nover P.A]

Wait...

Hi, Mr. Desiato.\NI don’t know

- if you remember me--\N- I do.

I remember you, Fia.

Are you okay?

[door buzzes]

I write to you every month.

I know.

I have some questions.

Did Adam love me?

[door buzzes]

I don’t know.

There was a lot

that we didn’t get a chance\Nto talk about.

Well, he and I\Nbecame very close.

Maybe we can fill in\Nsome of the missing pieces--

No. No.

No. I...

I-I won’t be able to help you.

Look, I don’t know

if what Adam and I had\Nwas the real thing

or if it just seems that way\Nnow because...

[door buzzes]

[sniffles]

Adam was a terrible liar.

He didn’t have that gift.

So, if he told you\Nthat he loved you,

then it was true.\NNow, please...

...please, just\Nstay away from me.

Please, can--

[door buzzes]

♪♪ slow, dramatic music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[bull chuffs]

[goat bleats]

[emcee] Welcome, everybody, to\Nthis year’s annual prison rodeo!

[crowd cheering]

While y’all are\Ngetting turned in,

don’t forget to visit\Nthe concession stand

and our three-dollar\Npup-and-suds special.

Cold beer and a nice hot dog.

Get you started today.

- [crowd cheering]\N- [hoofbeats stomping]

- [neighs]\N- [grunts]

- [cheering]\N- [emcee] Whoa! [chortles]

No early parole for him.

[cheering continues]

Inmates Morris, Waters,

Jiménez and Desiato.

And now the event\Ny’all been waiting for.

Who’s ready for convict poker?

- [cheering]\N- [whoops] Yeah!

[cheering]

♪♪ suspenseful music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[cheering, whistling]

What are you doing\Nat this table, Judge?

Huh?

I’m here because I’m trying\Nto raise enough money

so that my family don’t starve.

Just deal the cards.

You gonna get yourself killed.

All four contestants will play\Na friendly game of cards.

Last man to remain in his seat\Nwins a cash prize.

May sound easy.

Keep in mind,\Nthey’ll be doing it

in the presence of\Na one-ton bull named Malachi.

[cheering]

[bull snorting]

[cheering swells]

[fanfare plays]

[cheering, clamoring]

[Malachi bellows]

[emcee] Well, looks like\NMalachi’s taking his time

assessing the situation.

- [bellows]\N- [crowd] Oh!

Who’s it gonna be, folks?

[crowd clamoring, jeering]

♪♪ atmospheric music ♪♪

- [man whistles]\N- [bellows]

- [grunts]\N- [crowd exclaims]

[cheering, clamoring]

[prisoner exclaiming]

[emcee] That boy\Nwas on the horns of a dilemma

for a bit, there.

And we’ll get him out of there.\NWe’ll take care of him.

[cheering]

[siren wails]

- Hey! Hey!\N- [Malachi bellows]

Hey, boy, hey. Hey. Come on.

- Hey!\N- [bellows]

Aah!

- [grunts]\N- [crowd exclaims]

[emcee continuing indistinctly]

[bellows]

[laughing]

You know what\Nthe fucked-up thing is, Judge?

♪♪ intense music ♪♪

It’s got nothing to do with us.

The bull decides\Nwho wins or loses.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[bellows]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

- [bellows]\N- [crowd groans]

[grunts]

[crowd clamoring]

[emcee] Well, this looks like w

got ourselves a winner, folks

How about that?

- [emcee continues indistinctly]\N- [coughing]

Is there any word on the boy?

No, not yet.

Where’s your sense of urgency?

- What would you have me do?\N- [Carlo] How about

we go back to the Lower Ninth\Nwith more men

and we go get\Nsome goddamn answers!

It’s not a real plan, son.\NIt’s barely even an idea.

- Dad, I--\N- Think before you speak!

Think before you act.

Don’t yell at him!

He’s trying\Nto protect this family.

- Look where it got him.\N- Oh, so we do nothing?

He was nearly killed.

Doesn’t that act\Ndemand retaliation?

That act was retaliation.

Patience

is not inaction.

And violence is not\Na demonstration of strength.

[Little Mo sighs]

[insects trilling]

[keys jingling]

[grunting]

[exhales]

[bus idling]

[clicks tongue]

Well, go on.

There’s an address in there.

Stay gone, Little Man.

[dialing]

[line ringing]

[phone vibrates]

Hey, yo, we here. Where you?

We got a problem.

Little Man got away.

You got to be\Nfucking shitting me.

[takes deep breath]

I’m-a deal with you later.

[sucks teeth]

♪♪ slow, ominous music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

This invitation\Nain’t include a plus-one.

Sorry, but he outranks you\Non this one.

Adam Desiato was my godson.

I want to be here\Nwhen Rudy brings in the killer.

He in there?

Yeah, he’s gone.

You told me\NI was getting the shooter.

You think I’m-a hand over\Na young Black boy to the police?

So, we’re out of agenda items.

- I’m done here.\N- [Big Mo] That’s fine,

but you walking away don’t\Nmake our problems disappear.

Our problems?

Yeah. Our problems.

I got Baxters\Nwith itchy trigger fingers

and NOPD on every goddamn block\Nof my neighborhood.

And you, Mr. Figaro,

you need voters to feel...

safe when they go to cast\Nthey votes next week, yeah?

[Rudy]\NSeems to me, every one

of our problems disappears

if you hand over Eugene Jones.

Am I not making myself clear?

All we need is a solved crime.

Rudy here finds another body,

one that can’t talk,\Nto stand in for my guy.

What am I supposed to do--

just find a random body\Nat the body store?

Yeah. Ain’t never\Nstopped y’all before.

You declare the city safe.

And I make for damn sure

Eugene Jones is never\Nheard from again.

Well, what do you say,\NDetective?

Want to solve\Nthe case of the year?

[sighs]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

It’s Eugene’s.

He’d have it on him.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[door buzzes]

Well, if it’s any consolation,\Nthe bull was denied parole.

I’ve secured your release.

[grunts] Yeah, well...

I’m still not helping you\Nget Jimmy Baxter.

I can understand\Nwhy you wouldn’t do it for me.

But I think you should do it\Nfor Charlie Figaro.

Why?

Because he could\Nbe in a lot of trouble.

And if you help me,

I can make his problems go away.

I’m not doing anything for you\Nuntil I know why.

[Nancy on recording] How did yo\Nget Kofi Jones to steal the car?

[Michael]\NI called Charlie.

[Nancy]\NCharlie Figaro?

[Michael]\NYes.

I told him\NI needed the car gone.

And he took care of it.

[short chuckle]

Now, I imagine

if you had all your faculties\Nintact in that moment,

you would have never\Nimplicated your best friend.

But this right here--

this is the end of his career.

This is prison time.

He helped you\Nin your hour of need.

He’s 19.\NThat’s the youngest I’ve got.

We don’t get a lot of children\Nthat go unclaimed.

They don’t look anything alike.

I don’t control the inventory.

But...

he has gunshot wound\Nto the face ought to help.

All right, Eugene.

Okay. Thanks.

Looks like his own people

shot him in the head\Ndown by the lake.

[Charlie]\NNow, for a lot of us,

the words "New Orleans"

have always sounded like home.

[camera shutters clicking]

This city is one big family,

and we take care of our own.

[man]\NThat’s right.

Even when a-a brutal murder

threatens to tear us apart,

we finds a way to come together.

Thanks to the tireless work

of our police officers,

and to the cooperation

of decent and ordinary citizens,

the perpetrator has been foun

and is no longer!

I said, "No longer a threat!"

If I am elected,

I will dedicate my mayorship

- to the memory of my godson,\N- [man coughs]

Adam Desiato.

Our search for the perpetrato\Nof this crime was swift,

though our security\Nmay have been shaken,

our resolve remains strong.

Let us never forget

that this city belongs\Nto all of her children.

♪♪ haunting music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[Fia]\NMr. Desiato,

I know that in all likelihood\Nyou’ll never read this,

but I feel I have to\Nwrite this letter anyway.

I realize now that\NI never really knew Adam.

But I feel I owe it to him...

[baby fussing]

♪♪ haunting music ♪♪

[quietly] Hey. I got you.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[babbling]

[gate buzzes]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

- Hey, Dad.\N- Hey.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone ringing]

Yes?

[Olivia] You made\Na good decision, Michael.

- I’ll be in touch.\N- [guard calls out]

♪♪ contemplative music ♪♪

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