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Previously on Your Honor...

[Dr. Barbour] It’s quite common\Nfor an incarcerated individual

to question if he has\Nanything to live for.

You’ve suffered\Nunimaginable loss.

[clamoring]

[indistinct chattering]

[panting]

Yes?

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

The shooter was a member\Nof Desire, no?

Let’s not make this into\Nan all-out war.

[Russell]\NDrop it, motherfucker.

How about we go back\Nto the Lower Ninth

with more men.

Patience is not inaction.

He was nearly killed.

Doesn’t that act\Ndemand retaliation?

That act was retaliation.

[lock buzzes]

I don’t need more psych evals.

[Olivia]\NMy name is Olivia Delmont.

I’m an Assistant U.S. Attorney.

Guard!

You’re gonna talk to me,\NMichael.

Miss Lee! It’s Eugene.

I-I’m in trouble.\NI need your help.

[whimpers]

[Little Mo] So, what\Nyou gonna do with him?

There’s only one way this ends.

Look, I don’t know if what Adam\Nand I had was the real thing.

Adam was a terrible liar.

So if he told you that\Nhe loved you, then it was true.

[coos]

There’s an address in there.\NStay gone.

We got a problem.

Adam Desiato was my godson.

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

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

Rudy, here, finds another body,\None that can’t talk,

and I make for damn sure

Eugene Jones is\Nnever heard from again.

[Nancy] How did you get\NKofi Jones to steal the car?

[Michael]\NI called Charlie.

This right here...

this is the end of his career.

This is prison time.

He helped you\Nin your hour of need.

I am offering you a chance\Nto help bring down

the single greatest threat\Nto New Orleans

to atone for what you have done.

♪♪ slow, dramatic music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[basketball dribbling]

[woman]\NThis weekend you need to study.

Bud, can you help me with these?

Grab a bag or two?

One of you?

I have the oven preheating.\NCan one of you grab a bag?

Can someone help me?

- All right.\N- Thank you.

- Thank you.\N- So many.

[woman]\NI know. It’s a lot.

Grab one?

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[birds chirping]

[sighs]

[horn honking]

[panting]

[doorbell rings]

[sighs]

Michael.

[Django whining]

When did you get released?

This morning.

How’d you get back\Nto New Orleans?

Took a bus.

Oh, I’m having\Na few people over tonight.

You’re welcome to join us.

Uh...

No, I, um...

I’m just tired.

You’re lucky I was home.

The legislature’s in session,

but I wanted to get out of\NBaton Rouge for a few days.

There’s toiletries\Nin the bathroom.

Is there anything else you need?

Uh.... Uh, no.

I’ve got to admit, after a year\Nof radio silence

I’m surprised to see you.

I didn’t want to be\Na burden anymore.

[Elizabeth]\NYeah.

So, I take it\Nyou’re not staying very long?

No.

Good.

♪♪ gentle, plaintive music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[sighs]

[breathes deeply]

♪♪ deep, melancholy music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Summertime ♪♪

♪♪ And the living ♪♪

♪♪ Is easy ♪♪

♪♪ Fish are jumping ♪♪

♪♪ And the cotton is high ♪

♪♪ Oh, your daddy’s rich ♪♪

♪♪ And your ma ♪♪

♪♪ Is good looking ♪♪

♪♪ So hush, little baby ♪♪

♪♪ Don’t ♪♪

♪♪ You cry ♪♪

[Janelle laughs]

You could sing to me all night.

So stay awhile.

[Big Mo]\NNo, I got to work.

[sighs]

What good is being the boss\Nif you can’t take a night off?

Well, you know my pension plan

- a little better than most.\N- [chuckles]

Then I guess we’ll have\Nto work out some extra PTO.

So I can keep seeing you.

Oh, you gonna be seeing me\Na lot more.

Oh, yeah? Why’s that?

The club about to be mine.

Is that right?

[phone chimes]

Yeah.

- Yeah.\N- You got to go?

Don’t be like that.

- How am I supposed to be?\N- Mm-mm.

Don’t be like that.

I’ll see you in a little bit.

Okay.

[sighs]

[Chris]\NSeven ODs in one night.

- [Little Mo] Two dead.\N- [Russell] It’s bad product.

Oh, you think?

[Little Mo]\NThey cut it with fentanyl.

Used a heavy hand\Nand ain’t say shit.

So?

What do you want to do?

Pull it.

What do we do with\Nthe three kilos of shit

- we can’t sell?\N- Find that Tony motherfucker

that sold us that shit\Nand get a refund.

If he can’t make good,

start breaking shit until he do.

[Big Mo]\NHey.

I ain’t got shit to move.

Let me make some calls.

[Donetta]\NI can’t walk past his old room

without thinking of him.

How late would he be\Nsleeping in these days?

What trouble would he be\Ngetting into?

I’m the same way about Mom.

I take the long way home\Nfrom work just to avoid

- her old neighborhood.\N- [Gina sighs loudly]

If you have something\Nto say, Gina,

we would love for you\Nto contribute.

I just don’t see the value\Nin collective whining.

You don’t have to be here.

[Gina] But how would I fill\Nmy Thursday nights

if I’m not listening to\Na grown woman talk on and on

about losing her mommy?

We’ve all lost people\Nthat we’re close to.

My son died, same as you.

Maybe you’re just not ready

to admit that our pain\Nis exactly the same.

Your son was a heroin addict

who was hell-bent\Non destroying his life.

My Rocco was an angel,\Nand he was taken from me.

May I ask why you attend\Nthese meetings?

My daughter suggested\NI have anger issues.

[Donetta scoffs] Yeah.

- [group leader] Maybe you do.\N- Oh, fuck you.

[jazzy music playing]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

- There you go.\N- Thanks.

You’re welcome, Ms. Baxter.

[crickets chirping]

[sighing]

[grunts]

[sighing]

- What are you doing?\N- [gasps]

I didn’t realize\Nyou were still here.

[scoffs]

It was a long night.

I was just gonna use\Nyour shower.

The steam on mine is broken.\NI’m sorry...

It’s fine. Help yourself.

[sighs]

I’ll make myself scarce.

♪♪ tranquil, plaintive music

♪♪♪♪♪♪

- [birds singing]\N- [insects trilling]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[Jimmy]\NHow was, uh, grief counseling?

I don’t want to talk about that.

Are you going\Nto the hotel today?

Mm-hmm.

[Jimmy]\NMaybe you’ll see Fia?

Is it a blue moon already?

I saw her last night.

What did she say?

Oh, I am so\Nsick of her attitude.

She’s punishing us right now.

[Gina]\NWe didn’t do anything to her!

Carlo, have you, have you\Nspoken with Fia recently?

Couple days ago.

Well, your mother and I\Nhave given her

everything that she’s asked for.

It’s time for her\Nto return to this family.

You talk to her, please?

Mm-hmm.

Michael Desiato is\Nout of prison.

[trolley bell ringing]

♪♪ intense music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Business?

- What?\N- Where you going?

I’m just going to see the mayor.

He’s expecting you?

I... No, he’s, he’s...

he’s my best friend.

Your name?

Desiato.

Michael Desiato.

You’ve been banned\Nfrom this building.

- Look, I...\N- Turn it around. Let’s go.

You’re holding up my line.

[metal detector beeps]

Alan.

Judge Desiato.

They... they won’t let me in.

No. [sighs]

I imagine not.

♪♪ gentle, wistful music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[sharp whistle]

So, what was your plan?

Hmm? Just walk into\Nthe mayor’s office

and warn your buddy

that he might be in trouble?

[chuckles softly]

Come on, Michael.

Do you honestly think\Nthat I’d let you do that?

I can’t even allow you\Nto enter the building.

If you warn Charlie,\Nor anyone else,

if you so much as whisper

the words "federal\Ninvestigation" to yourself

in the middle of\Na thunderstorm, the deal’s off.

That means\Nyou are back in prison.

That means your friend\NCharlie is right behind you.

I-I can’t do this.

I’m-I’m, I’m not refusing.\NI am telling you.

I-I don’t have the ability.

I know.

Then why are you\Ndoing this to me?

[chuckles]

I got you some clothes.

I don’t need clothes.

[Olivia] Yes, you do,\Nbecause I got you a job.

- Why?\N- Standard work release.

I got to make your exit\Nfrom prison look legit.

- Thank you.\N- [entry bells jingle]

[Otis]\NThere she is.

[laughs] Otis, my friend.\NHow you doing?

- This him?\N- Mm-hmm.

You just got out?

Yes.

[Otis]\NYou planning to go back?

[sighs]

I don’t make plans.

You know your way\Naround a carcass?

- Not really.\N- [Olivia] I’m thinking

an assignment that would\Nget him out into the world.

Come on back.

Come on.

That one.

You remember me, Judge?

No.

I was in your courtroom.\NDrug possession.

Prosecutor charged me\Nwith intent to distribute.

Jury gave me 14 years.

You reduced that sentence\Nto eight months.

You said, "Good people\Ndon’t belong in prison."

Follow me.

Driver quit last week.

The job’s yours, if you want it.

[rap song playing indistinctly]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I just spent that\Non a grand ♪♪

♪♪ I take that work,\NI make that work ♪♪

♪♪ I make it yoga stretch ♪

♪♪ I’m jogging, jogging... ♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Double latte for Maurice.

It’s been a minute.

How’s my auntie?

She’s good.

You staying out of trouble?

[Eugene]\NTryin’.

Ah, there’s no try, Little Man.

Not with last chances.

[grunts]

That’s the last one.

[panting]

My God, it really is you.

I tried to visit you many times.

[Michael]\NI know.

We never got a chance to,\Nto talk about...

You didn’t belong in prison.

But I know you.\NI know you protected me.

You...

You-you may still be exposed.

You need to watch yourself.

There were only three people\Nwho knew about my role in that.

Rudy’s never gonna talk,

and the other two people\Nare sitting right here.

So I got nothing to worry about.

Losing Adam was my penance, too.

I’ve paid for my sins.

I loved that boy\Nlike he was my own.

You can’t dig graves\Ndeep enough in this city

to hide them from the storms.

Water will get\Nto the bodies every time.

Only sure thing about\Nthe dirt beneath our feet

is that it’ll wash away one day.

You asked me to bury\Nsomething and now...

here we are.

Shame on us for not knowing\Nour city better.

It was a car.

Not a body.

It was a coffin.

With a set of headlights.

[knocking at door]

[Fia]\NWho is it?

[Carlo]\NHousekeeping.

- It gets funnier every time.\N- [chuckles]

Don’t open the door if you can’t\Nsee who’s on the other side.

Okay, Dad.

When was the last time\Nyou talked to our father?

Why do you care?

Making them miserable.

Stop trying to be the bad seed.

- That’s my job.\N- Okay.

I’ll stay in my lane.

- You need anything from me?\N- Yeah.

Um...

Grab some new towels\Nand turn down the bed, okay?

[chuckles softly]

[whirring]

Hey, yo.

What’s the family discount\Nfor an oil change?

[Trey]\NOh, cuz. What’s up, boy?

Hey, you know,\Nfamily in-house free-99.

Now, for cousins...

- might get you ten percent off.\N- Oh, boy, you crazy.

Are you ready to get paid?

Now you know I got you\Non the finder’s fee,

but I need you\Nto make this intro.

’Cause I’m not going back\Nto New Orleans

empty-handed and assed out,\Nyou heard me?

I’ve owned this club\Nfor more than 30 years,

so I’m only gonna\Nconsider selling it

when the timing’s right.

Well, I happen to know\Nyou hired a real estate agent,

so... timing must be close.

Mm.

Look, I’m a bar owner myself\Nand I’m looking to expand.

Sure you can appreciate that.

Plus, this establishment holds\Na special place for me.

Can we just cut the bullshit?

I am not selling my club\Nfor drug money.

[soft jazz music playing]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[playful clamoring]

[speaking Spanish]

Yo, Roderick.

What’s up, fellas?

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Oh, here’s good.\NIt’s my nephew.

He’s gonna go pretty far\Nas long as he stops

dropping his shoulder.

[speaking Spanish]

Hey, Roderick.

My cousin looking to move\Nsome product in the Boot.

Ain’t got no connect there?

[Little Mo] No one that’s up\Nto my standards.

Yeah, my shit is\Nfive stars, huh?

But top-tier quality\Ncome top-tier price.

Well, money ain’t no thing.

Let’s start with two keys.

If it makes the customers happy,\Nmaybe we’ll come back for more.

[speaking Spanish]

Yeah, that doesn’t work\Nfor me, homie.

I-I move weight, you know?

I was thinking, like,\Nten times that amount.

How about we start with two?

And then see how it goes.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

How about we start with 20?

Let me talk to you for a second.

[speaking Spanish]

I got to beg a drug dealer\Nto sell me drugs?

[Trey]\NMan, it is what it is.

The product is right,\Nthe price is right.

Big Mo needs it.\NJust make the deal.

We don’t need that much product.

And I ain’t got that much cash.

Well, get it.

That way we can do one deal\Ninstead of ten.

And I ain’t got to play\Nthe middleman after this.

[officer]\NI need to see Justin.

[teacher]\NJustin.

Justin.

- [students laughing]\N- Justin. Come with me.

[student]\NOoh, busted.

[quiet chatter]

♪♪ gentle, intriguing music

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[officer]\NOkay, let’s go.

[Principal Young] I find these\Nimages to be very troubling.

It’s just a character.

[Principal Young] This gun is\Nin the hand of a boy that looks

exactly like you.

This house set on fire\Nby that same boy.

He didn’t set the house on fire.

He escaped.

[sighs] My top priority is\Nprotecting my students

and you are one of\Nmy students now.

So I’m worried.

I just like to draw.

I need to know if you’re\Ncapable of harming someone else.

Hello, Monique.

Mr. Mayor.

Yeah, let me get a coffee,\Nblack, four sugars.

[clears throat]

When I asked for a meeting

I didn’t mean\Nyou need to come to me.

Are you kidding?

Any excuse to come\Nto the Lower Nine.

And here I thought\NI may not be welcome

in the mayor’s office.

Everyone is welcome\Nin the people’s office.

Long as it’s\Nthe "People’s City."

Precisely.

- Thank you kindly.\N- [waitress] Mm-hmm.

So, what can I do for you?

I want to buy the Grand Rain.

You gonna run a nightclub\Nin the Quarter?

Moving up in the world.

Well, I wish you\Nthe best of luck.

That owner,\Nhe a friend of yours?

[sighs] He’s a contributor.

He’s an asshole.

No doubt about that.

[Big Mo] He don’t want to sell\Nto someone like me.

What?\NAn industrious entrepreneur?

Precisely.

[Charlie]\NThe thing is,

I don’t really have\Nmuch say in the matter.

You say you want to champion\Nfor Black-owned businesses,

why not help a Black owner\Nget her hand on a business?

Sort of hard for me\Nto tell a man to take your money

seeing where that money\Ncomes from.

Wasn’t hard for the last mayor\Nto do that for Jimmy Baxter.

You and I have come to\Na successful agreement before.

One might argue\Nit put you where you are today.

You know, in my position,\Nevery day brings a new problem.

And you know\Nwhat my problem is today?

I got drug users\Noverdosing in my city.

Your neighborhood.

I can’t have that.

And I’ll take care\Nof that for you.

Good.

Then our secrets remain secrets.

So, I can count\Non your support, then?

As long as I can count on this

being the last time\Nyou ask for it.

♪♪ slow, dramatic music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

There you go.

Yeah.

Yeah, just sign.

- Thanks.\N- You’re welcome.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[turns engine off]

♪♪ pulsing, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[quiet music playing]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Mr. Desiato.

Fia.

Hi.

You’re, you’re out.

And you’re...

Yes, uh...

I got to work somewhere.

- Right, of course.\N- And you?

Got to eat somewhere.

Right.

Uh, would you want to join me?

- For, like...\N- No, no, I...

I-I can’t. I, uh...

It’s, it’s...

strange, uh,\Nseeing you in this place.

I actually live here now.

So, how’s that for strange?

My friends think it’s creepy.

They don’t really get it.

Well, they don’t know\Nwhat you’re going through.

You do.

[Michael sighs]\NNo.

♪♪♪♪♪♪

We all lost Adam in our own way.

You know, sometimes I think\Nthe things I miss the most

are the things\NI didn’t get to experience.

There were so many\Nconversations we never had.

Questions I never asked him.

What would you... ask him?\NIf, if you could?

It’s kind of fucked up\Nto say, but, uh...

I would ask him,

"What do you think\Nhappens to us when we die?"

Did he believe\Nin heaven and hell,

and all the things\Nmy mother is obsessed with,

that I never bought into?

It’s just I,\NI keep thinking, you know,

what if I’m wrong?

[Michael]\NYou would have liked having

those conversations with Adam.

He...

he enjoyed asking questions.

Mm.

Well, what do you think\Nabout all that stuff?

I don’t know about God and,\Nand all that...

[sighs]

...but I...

I do think that good people\Ngo where they deserve.

Mr. Desiato, um, there’s\Nsomebody that I would really

- like for you to...\N- [stammers] I’ve got to go.

Can you please, please\Njust promise me another time.

Y... Okay, yes.

[Fia sighs]

♪♪ gentle, plaintive music ♪

- ♪♪♪♪♪♪\N- [thunder rumbling]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[scoffs]

Amazing.

Now that there’s no more lies,\Nyou’ve got nothing left to say.

I devoted so much\Nto your family.

I know you were trying\Nto protect Adam,

but goddamn it, Michael,\Nyou should have trusted me.

Instead you just...

...lied...

manipulated and used me.

You may be free now,

but that’s not gonna\Nlast forever.

And when your\Nguardian angel vanishes,

I’m gonna be\Nthe next thing you see.

[insects trilling]

♪♪ slow, tense music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[sighs]

[clock ticking quietly]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[whining]

[Django panting]

All right.

[Sheila]\NEverything all right?

I need a guardian signature\Nto prove we spoke about this.

Is this about your drawings?

I’m not your legal guardian.

What is it?

My principal asked me\Nif I was a violent person.

Do you think\Nyou’re a violent person?

Whatever good is in a person,

the seed of that goodness,

it’s in them for life.

And the bad\Ncan always be uprooted.

Whatever’s in your past,

that does not\Ndefine you, Justin.

That’s not my name.

[Sheila]\NIf you can be Justin,

I can be Justin’s mom.

♪♪ slow, wistful music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[exhales]

[sighs]

Hold on, hold on a sec.

Let me get this off.

There you go.

Why on Earth are you\Nsleeping in my pantry?

The guest room is too big.

You find it cozier in there\Nunderneath my biscuit mix?

And don’t you dare tell anyone\NI’m using a mix.

I’ll... find some other\Nplace to sleep.

[Elizabeth]\NThere’s no need for that.

You’re a guest.

This house has a guest room.

You’ll sleep there.

- [indistinct chatter]\N- [jazz music playing]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[Carlo clears throat]

Talked to Fia today.

I think she just needs\Nsome space.

Space?

No, the problem with\Nyounger people

is that you don’t worry\Nabout time.

You can get space anywhere,\Nmuch as you want.

But time?

You never get that back.

And one of the reasons\Nwe have children

is to reset the clock.

I’m still here.

Fia’s not gone.

You’re a good brother, Carlo.

[birds singing]

[sighs]

Where you sneaking off to\Nevery morning?

The cemetery.

You see this?

It’s a cereus.

It blooms once a year.

And whenever that happens,

I’m gonna take it\Nto their grave.

Once a year.

There’s no reason to go\Nall the time.

They’re not there.

Staring at a headstone’s\Nnot gonna bring you

any closer to them.

[jazz music playing]

Hey, there, Dick.

[sighing]

Mr. Mayor.

What can I do for you?

Well, I was hoping to watch

a good old-fashioned\Nbusiness deal transpire.

Monique here tells me

y’all are in the middle\Nof a heated negotiation.

Maybe we can\Nsort it out right now.

There’s really no need for you

to concern yourself\Nwith this matter.

[Charlie]\NWell, I’d rather not, but, um,

I’m a little worried that\Nif this deal doesn’t go through,

the Historic\NLandmarks Commission

might take a closer look

at some of the changes\Nyou’ve made.

Could hold you up for a year.

Maybe two.

This place has been my life.

Can’t sell it to just anyone.

I’m not asking you to\Nsell it to just anyone.

I’m asking you\Nto sell it to her.

My money’s just as green\Nas anyone else’s.

Look, I don’t mean to be\Ninsulting, but, uh...

Maybe you do mean\Nto be insulting.

I tell you my pawpaw used to

gig on that stage\Nfor 20 some years.

Yeah, and my daddy

watched him as a boy\Nfrom that doorway right there.

Said a bartender, at the time,

gave him a tall, cold drink\Nfilled with maraschino cherries.

And the owner of the club\Nat that time,

the man you purchased it from,

knocked that drink out of\Nmy daddy’s hands.

So while I understand

this club is important\Nto you, Richard,

it’s important to me, too.

♪♪ slow, dramatic music ♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Congratulations.

I look forward to seeing\Nwhat you do with the place.

Well, there’ll always be a table\Nfor the mayor inside.

[laughs]

They delivered\Nyour laundry downstairs

and I figured\NI’d bring it up to you.

[Fia] You don’t need\Nto check in on me.

May I come in?

I don’t understand.

There are maids\Nwho clean for you.

I don’t want them\Nin here every day.

[Gina] Well, once a week\Nwould be a good start.

You know,\Nthis is why I live here.

To get away from\Nyour constant hovering.

[Gina]\NYes, I know,

moving out of\Nyour parent’s house

and into their hotel,

you’re the model\Nof an independent woman.

Just like Eloise at the Plaza..

if Eloise’s boyfriend\Nwas murdered downstairs.

I don’t like that talk.

Yeah, no shit.

You hurt your father\Nwhen you ignore him.

I didn’t have the energy\Nto deal with him.

No? Well, would you dig\Na little deeper next time?

We are all trying very hard.

I don’t understand why\Nyou insist on punishing us.

You know what?

Climb down off\Nthe fucking cross,

Jesus needs it back.

I owe you all an apology.

I’ve been coming here\Nfor the wrong reasons.

You told me there were\Nfive stages of grief.

Uh, denial, anger, bargaining,

depression and acceptance.

What I didn’t realize\Nis that my grieving

is out of order.

And that confused me.

That is very astute, Gina.

You’re absolutely right.

We all take a different path\Nto acceptance.

Well, that’s what I’ve learned,\NI’m not seeking acceptance.

That’s not where\NI want to end up.

You were trying to help me\Nnavigate past anger,

but anger is where\NI want to live.

Anger is where I flourish.

[upbeat jazz music playing]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[indistinct chattering]

♪♪♪♪♪♪

Thank you for coming back.

I don’t know why I’m here.

I do.\NTo feel closer to Adam.

I won’t.

You might.

I need to show you something.

Come on in.

♪♪ gentle, optimistic music

♪♪♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪♪

[Rocco cooing]

This is Rocco Adam Baxter.

He’s your grandson.

[Rocco grunts]

[cooing]

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