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Previously on Your Honor...

This is Rocco Adam Baxter.

He’s your grandson.

I don’t want that man\Nanywhere near this family.

I need you to make this intro.

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

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

[Big Mo]\NThis is the most money I ever

trusted somebody with\Nat one time.

Did you ever tell anyone\Nanything

that I should be worried about?

You know I would do anything\Nto protect you.

You’re the only friend\NI’ve got left.

I want the citizens of this city\Nto have a say in its future.

They ought to benefit from

a billion-dollar\Ndevelopment deal

that goes through this office.

If only we could get\Nas much support

as that drug-dealing bitch\Nfrom the Lower Ninth.

I made promises to the people\Nof this city.

Helping rich folk get richer\Nwasn’t one of them.

My family’s name\Nused to mean something here.

If this hotel were called Conti

instead of Baxter,\Nno one would dare

encroach on our territory.

Got a better offer.

Either you sell me this club

or your heirs will.

Her offer was to close at the\Nend of the week, and all cash.

- Mm. Nephew.\N- [Little Mo chuckles]

What you doing here?

We’re here to see\Nmy favorite auntie, of course.

Change of plans. Run it back.

I need the cash back now.

Run it back? It’s already set.

Do you understand what happens\Nif we piss this guy off?

[Big Mo]\NJust get your ass on the road

and bring me my fucking money.

Big Mo. She canceled the order.

What?

I’m bringing the money back\Nto New Orleans.

If you leave town now,\NI’m fucked!

You know Roderick don’t play\Nabout his money.

[grunting]

[Little Mo]\NFuck, man!

[officer]\NHey, I got him.

- What’s up?\N- Get over here.

[officer]\NAah! Fuck!

♪ tense, pulsing music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

I want to eradicate

an entire criminal organization.

[Michael]\NI can’t be a spy for you.

At this moment, Michael,

all I want you to do\Nis love that baby.

[Baby Rocco cooing]

[sniffs softly]

[breathing deeply]

[Jimmy slowly whistling\N"Happy Birthday"]

- [dog barking]\N- [insects trilling]

[engine idling]

Tomorrow’s my birthday.

50th.

There will be a party\Nover at my hotel.

You should join us.

[seat belt clicks]

♪ slow, ominous music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

How did you know I was staying\Nwith my mother-in-law?

Judge.

Why don’t you bring your friend\NCharlie Figaro as well.

See you at the party.

And we’re in.

♪ slow, tense music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[phone buzzing]

[buzzing continues, muffled]

[panting]

[line ringing]

[Little Mo over recording]\NLittle Mo here.

You know what to do, so do.

[phone clicks]

[sighs]

[takes deep breath]

[knock on door]

[sighs]

Quite a night\Nyou’re having, huh?

Thank you.

Very nice.

So, your mother-in-law’s\Nnot home tonight?

She’s in Baton Rouge.

Legislature’s in session.

But you knew that already.

[Olivia]\NTrying to make small talk.

So, uh...

how’s Jimmy?

[sighs] Older.

Yeah, he invited me to\Na birthday party tomorrow night.

Really?

You think he wants\Nto use you as a piñata?

Did he say anything else?

He wants me to bring Charlie.

Good. So bring him.

I agreed to help you\Nso that I could protect Charlie.

This is you protecting Charlie.

So I could just deliver him\Nto Jimmy Baxter?

[sighs]\NWhat are you worried about?

- It’s just a birthday party.\N- [whistles]

Whoa.

Michael.

Michael.

You just do everything\NI tell you to do,

and your friend Charlie\Nwill be just fine, okay?

- [faucet running]\N- [phone ringing]

[faucet turns off]

Hello?

[automated voice]\NThis is a call from an inmate

at the Harris County Jail.

- To accept the charges...\N- [sighs]

...press one.

♪ slow, somber music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[phone beeps]

[Trey over phone]\NHey, Ma. I need your help.

What’d you do?

Nothing.

Just me and Little Mo had words.

Cops blew it out of proportion.

Words over what?

[Trey]\NMa...

What did you and Little Mo

have words over?

Nothing.

Must not be nothing\Nif you’re calling me from jail.

[sighs]

Ma, can you please\Njust get me out?

Please.

I’ve got a lot\Nof things to do today,

and bailing your behind\Nout of jail ain’t one of them.

[door creaks shut]

You’re up.

Who’d you call?

Johnnie Cochran.

You would be dumb enough\Nto call a dead lawyer.

[door bangs shut]

[door opens]

Hey. Other phone.

[phone buzzes]

Hello?

[automated voice]\NThis is a call from an inmate

at the Harris County Jail.

To accept the charges,\Npress one.

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[phone beeps]

[Little Mo]\NHey, Little Man, it’s me.

Yo. Are y-you all right?

I’ve been better.

You got my bag, right?

[Eugene sighs]\NYeah. It’s under my bed.

All right, good.

I’m-a figure out a way\Nto get out of here

so I can get back\Nto New Orleans.

Until then, I’m-a need you\Nto guard that shit.

Okay.

That’s my life in there,\NLittle Man.

You heard me?

Yeah, I-I got you.

All right, good.

♪♪♪♪♪

[footsteps approaching]

[Eugene]\NMorning.

Hey.

Did you go out\Nwith the boys last night?

Oh, yeah.\NWe got something to eat.

And?

Trey and Little Mo got into it.

They got busted.

And where were you?

[Eugene]\NI was waiting in the car.

Okay.

Just trying to get\Nto the bottom of it.

♪ slow, tense music ♪

Who’s that?

♪♪♪♪♪

Roderick?

What up, Miss Sheila?

- What are you doing here?\N- Looking for Trey.

- In my backyard?\N- Didn’t want to wake anyone up.

Is he around?

[Sheila]\NHe hasn’t lived here for years.

[Roderick] Well, he’s not\Nin his apartment, either.

[Sheila]\NBeen trying pretty hard

- to find him, haven’t you?\N- Yeah.

Got some mechanical issues.

Maybe something\Nhe can help me with.

- [chuckles]\N- You know where he is?

Trey is a grown man.

I don’t keep tabs on him.

What about you?

Hmm? You seen him?

No.

What’s in the backpack?

It’s just my books and stuff.

[Sheila]\NWhat are you doing?

[Roderick sighs]

- Had to check.\N- Get out my house.

[Roderick]\NHave a blessed day.

[Sheila]\NYou all right?

[sighs]

[Olivia chuckles]\NSo, what do you think?

I know, I know.

It’s gonna be all right.\N[clears throat]

[Gary sighs]

[Gary]\NOkay...

[sighs]\NNo, that doesn’t work.

I need you to be my eyes\Nat the party.

[sighs]

Wh-What is it you want to see?

Jimmy’s over-leveraged.

That’s what these people do.

They dream about projects\Nthat are way too big for them,

and then they make mistakes.

You are grasping at straws.

I am building a case.

No, I know a strong case\Nwhen I see it,

and I know when prosecutors

are not standing\Non solid ground.

You play the ponies?

- What?\N- Horse racing.

- You ever go to the tracks?\N- No.

Well, I do. I love it.

I love horses.

I love that they’re imperfect.

I love that it’s up to us\Nto get to know them,

and that is my specialty.

Huh.

And you, my friend,\Nare a mudder.

- Oh.\N- You’re not the strongest,

you’re not the fastest,

and you’re certainly\Nnot the prettiest.

But when shit\Ngets fucking messy,

that’s when\NI’m betting you shine.

Let’s try this.

- [Gary] Hmm?\N- [Olivia] Hmm.

[Gary]\NMm. That...

Okay, what’s going on here?

I think it’s...\NAlbert Einstein, mad genius?

Mm. It’s more like\NSaddam Hussein

hiding in a hole.

[horn blares, siren whoops]

Where’s Andy?

[chuckles] Still hiding.

[both laughing]

Girl.

Why does a woman afraid\Nof needles become a nurse?

- Mm-hmm.\N- [chuckles]

[phone ringing]

This is Sheila.

[Big Mo over phone]\NHey, sis.

♪ slow, somber music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

Who... who died?

[scoffs]

Everyone’s alive and well.

[Sheila] Hmm. Well,\Nafter ten years of silence,

I thought we was done talking.

I can’t find our nephew.

Ain’t heard from him\Nsince yesterday.

Mm, he’s with his cousin.

You know where?

I told you to stay away\Nfrom Trey.

This ain’t got nothing\Nto do with him.

Don’t play with me.

Not about my son.

Look, I’m just trying\Nto reach Little Mo.

You gonna help me or no?

Is this about money or drugs?\NBecause I know damn well

- it’s about one or the other.\N- [scoffs]

See, why you got to go there?\NHuh?

Mm-hmm. Am I wrong?

Yeah, thought so.

I ain’t call you for no lecture.

No, you called

because you got those boys\Nin trouble again.

So I’m-a tell you one last time,

stay away from my son.

[phone beeps]

♪♪♪♪♪

[waitress]\NHere you go, gentlemen.

Thank you kindly.

This is nice.

I mean, it’s not like old times,\Nbut it still feels kind of good.

I need to ask you a favor.

[sighs]

What is it?

I need you to come\Nto a birthday party with me.

[laughs]

That’s what you\Nwanted to ask me?

It’s for Jimmy Baxter.

You’re kidding.

Are you out of your mind?

You shouldn’t be talking\Nto Jimmy Baxter.

Hell, I shouldn’t be\Ntalking to Jimmy Baxter.

He wants political influence.

He’s trying to get to me through\Nyou, and you’re letting him?

There’s another reason.

Come on.

It’s just that...

he and I...

have a grandchild.

Adam and Fia, they have a baby.

She didn’t know she was pregnant\Nwhen, uh...

Fuck me.

This is all my fault.

What do you mean?

I got Adam his first\Nbox of condoms.

Never showed him how\Nto use them, though. [chuckles]

[Michael sighs]

So you’ll be there?

- He’s using you.\N- I know.

I know. Still, I’d-I’d like it\Nif you were there.

Let me think about it.

Thank you.

♪ soft, intriguing music ♪

[knock on door]

♪♪♪♪♪

Hello, Fia.

Hi, Dad.

Today’s my birthday.

[Fia]\NHappy birthday.

Could I see Rocco?

He just went down.

Sorry.

Your mother’s throwing me\Na party tonight.

It would mean a lot\Nif you would join us.

I’ll try.

I, uh, invited Adam’s father.

I hope to see you.

The whole family\Nshould be there.

Okay.

[Fia sighs]

So, the two of you\Nare back on your bullshit?

We ain’t do nothing--

Ah. I’m gonna get to you\Nin a minute.

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

You begged me\Nto take that boy in,

and what did I say?

What did I say?

You said, "Trouble better--"

"Trouble better not\Ncome with him."

Why is my sister calling me?

[Little Mo]\NI don’t know.

She probably worried about me.

[Sheila scoffs]

I ain’t never known her\Nto be a worrier before.

At least not about anybody\Nin this family.

And why is your friend Roderick

snooping around my house\Nthis morning?

Did you let him inside?

I swear to God,\Nif either one of y’all

- let some shit into my house--\N- Look, look,

just-just get me out,\Nand I’ll take care of it.

Please, Aunt Sheila.

Get me out,

and this,\Nit’ll never happen again.

I promise.

♪♪♪♪♪

♪ tense, ominous music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[engine starts]

You don’t like parties?

I’m not going to your father’s\Nbirthday party with you.

- Why not?\N- He’s my boss.

He’s my boss, too. So what?

Aren’t you\Nsupposed to be working?

[elegant piano music playing]

I’m always working.

Security’s 24/7.

Yeah.\NI feel real safe right now.

Check this out.

There are 11 people\Nin this lobby, including us.

Family of four waiting\Nfor the elevator. Harmless.

Married couple looking\Nat the menu for the restaurant.

Its lunchtime. That makes sense.

That leaves three people,

and I’m tracking all of them.

There’s a guy in a chair\Nat my five o’clock

reading yesterday’s newspaper.\NI don’t like that.

There’s a strong gentleman\Nwho just entered,

and he walks with a limp,\Nprobably a... old war injury,

which means he’s likely trained\Nin hand-to-hand combat.

Then there’s a woman\Nwearing sunglasses,

carrying an umbrella\Neven though the forecast

calls for clear skies.

And there’s another guy...

super good-looking,

and you’re crushing on him,\Nbig-time.

[clicks tongue] Not one\Nof those things is accurate.

[whispers]\NAre you sure about that?

- [laughs]\N- [Gina] Carlo.

Hi, Mom. [clears throat]

[Gina] Can I speak\Nwith you for a moment?

Yeah.

- I don’t want you slumming it.\N- Jesus, Mom.

Don’t ever settle.

Are you making sure\Nthere’s extra security tonight?

Yeah, I’m on it.

Makes me nervous having\Nthis many family members

together out in the open.

Mom, no one’s gonna\Ntouch us again.

[sighs]

You’re your mother’s son.

Yeah, that’s probably\Nwhy Dad doesn’t like me.

Oh, no, he loves you.\NHe just doesn’t understand you.

You know, till I had you,\Nmy relationship with my papa

was the most important thing\Nin the world to me.

I pray one day you’ll have that\Nwith your father.

It’s okay.

I have that with you.

[sighs softly]

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[Olivia over phone] How you\Ncoming with that plus-one?

- To be determined.\N- Mm.

- I’d hate to see you go stag.\N- [car door closes outside]

I’ll talk to you later.

- [Fia] Thanks.\N- [Michael] Mm-hmm.

Um...

So, are you... are you coming\Nto my dad’s birthday party?

I am.

[sighs]

I-I just...\NI don’t want my family

butting into every single\Npart of my life. [sighs]

I honestly think that\Nyou should stay away from them.

Bad things happen\Nwhen they’re around.

Bad things happen\Nwhen I’m around, too.

I just want one person\Nin my life that I can trust.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

When you look at me,\Ndo you see Saddam Hussein?

[laughs] Are...

Really?

Well, I mean, now you’ve\Nsaid it, it’s all I can see.

♪ slow, tranquil music ♪

[scissors cutting hair]

♪♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

Tell me you found them.

They were picked up in Houston.

Got in a fight.

- [Big Mo] With who?\N- With each other.

And then Little Mo hit a cop.

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

I need him out.

Yeah, what you need\Nand what I’m gonna do

are two different things.

Tell them he’s your CI.

Talk up that\N"brothers in blue" bullshit.

Just get him released.

What am I,\Na genie in a fucking lamp?

Genies don’t get fucking paid.

You’re not paying me enough.

Well, I figured my silence\Nwas priceless.

Well, so is me shielding you\Nfrom the New Orleans PD.

I’m getting tired of always\Nbeing on this end of the call.

And I’m getting tired of\Nhaving to repeat myself.

Little Mo’s in jail,

and he needs not be,

right now.

Yeah. I’ll see what I can do.

Bitch.

Which one of y’all\Nis the fastest driver?

[jazz band playing upbeat tune]

[lively chatter]

- ♪♪♪♪♪\N- [dialogue inaudible]

♪♪♪♪♪

You look like\Na different person.

- [Jimmy chuckles]\N- Wow.

[Jimmy]\NMm-hmm.

A new man, indeed.

Happy birthday.

[Jimmy]\NThank you, thank you.

It’s incredible\Nwhat a good barber can do.

That would be me,\Nthank you very much.

Not too shabby.

Well... [chuckles]

Seems like I’ve been\Noverpaying for years.

[chuckles]

Please, come in, come in.

Let’s get you a cocktail.

Oh, watch your step.

What is Michael Desiato\Ndoing here?

I didn’t know he was coming.

But you don’t seem\Nterribly surprised.

Carlo.

[jazz band continues playing]

♪♪♪♪♪

[clicks tongue]

[phone whooshes]

Mr. Desiato.

This is a private party.

Jimmy invited me.

[Gina]\NIs that so?

Yes.

When were you talking\Nwith my husband?

He was visiting Fia.

♪ Shake it in the morning,\Nshake it in the night ♪

[jazz music fades]

♪ tense, ominous music ♪

Stay away from my family.

♪♪♪♪♪

[jazz band continues playing]

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

Hi, Michael.

[Michael over phone]\NLook, I’m leaving.

Not until you do\Nwhat you came there to do.

Look, I-I don’t even know\Nwhat I’m doing.

Just keep your eyes open.

There’s something missing,\NMichael, so I need you there.

I am not wanted here.

Look, forget Gina, okay?

Jimmy wants you there.\NThat’s all that matters.

[line beeps]

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[announcer over laptop]\NAnd they’re off.

Cornwall Pete jumps\Nright out of the gate...

[announcer]\NAnd into the first turn,

Sibling Rivalry moves\Ninto second,

- followed by Applegate.\N- Come on, baby.

[announcer]\NAnd Sibling Rivalry

- has taken the lead at...\N- Come on.

♪♪♪♪♪

[announcer]\NSibling Rivalry is holding,

but Cornwall Pete is inching\Nback up on the outside,

with 3/16 of a mile to go.

And it’s Sibling Rivalry\Nand Cornwall Pete,

one and two, neck and neck,\Nstride by stride.

It’s going to be tight\Nto the finish.

And the winner is Cornwall Pete!

[static over earbud]

[announcer continues\Nindistinctly]

[groans]

Fuck.

♪ And I can feel it\Nall in my hands ♪

♪ Yeah, I can feel it\Nall in my soul ♪

♪ I can feel it\Nall in my feet, oh ♪

♪ I can feel it all\Nin my bones ♪

♪ I can feel it\Nall in my hands ♪

♪ And I can feel it ♪\Nall in my soul ♪

♪ Put your hands up\Nin the air... ♪

[Charlie]\NHey, you do have a face.

Hey, don’t look at me like that.

I came here to see the baby.

Thank you.

I imagine it’s past its bedtime.

Well, someone must have\Na photo at least.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Now, if you don’t know\Nwhat to do ♪

♪ Raise your hands\Nand act a fool ♪

♪ Put your hands up in the air,\Nlet me hear you ♪

♪ Say yeah, yeah... ♪

- [crowd groaning]\N- [music stops]

[crowd murmuring]

- [drumroll playing]\N- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ Dear Jimmy ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you ♪

[crowd cheering, applause]

[exaggerated inhale]

[blows]

- [cheering]\N- [cameras clicking]

Hey!

[Jimmy] Does everybody...\Neverybody have one?

I want to thank you so much.\NCheers.

[woman]\NHappy birthday!

Everyone. Friends, family.

I am grateful to mark\Nthis special day

with each and every one of you.

A big thank-you to my\Nextraordinary wife, Gina,

for arranging these festivities.

[crowd cheering, applause]

Now, if a man’s been\Nlucky enough

to spend half a century\Non this earth,

then he’s, uh...

[chuckles]

...he’s likely been\Nblessed and cursed, hmm?

You can’t, uh, spend...

50 years of life\Nwithout a bit of both.

Time brings joy

and pain.

Loss and renewal.

And tonight, I want to recognize

the newest addition\Nto our family,

Judge Michael Desiato.

[crowd murmuring]

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

[Jimmy]\NNow, come on, Judge.

Welcome him, welcome him.\NCome on.

- [applause]\N- Give him a round of applause,

everybody, come on.\NCheer him on, please.

[cheering]

Come on, come on.

As most of you know,

I became a grandfather\Nthis year.

- [cheering, whistling]\N- Yes, yes, I know. I know.

[laughs]\NWell, so, too, did Michael.

Our lovely daughter Sofia,

and his late son, Adam,\Nblessed us with new life

and new family.

I ask you to welcome him\Ninto your hearts tonight, hmm?

- Give him a round of applause.\N- [cheering]

Oh, I’d also like\Nto recognize Michael’s

best friend,\Nthe mayor of our fine city,

- Mr. Charlie Figaro.\N- [cheering]

[stammers]\NCome on, Mr. Mayor.

Come on down, Mr. Mayor.\NCome on down. That’s right.

Welcome our shy mayor.\NMy goodness.

Thank you.

Uh, as I understand it,\NMr. Mayor,

you were...

godfather to Michael’s son.

Yeah.

[Jimmy]\NWell, I... [sighs]

I would imagine that you were\Na fine steward of that position.

Now, perhaps,

you might be\Nthe perfect candidate

to be Baby Rocco’s godfather.

[crowd gasps, murmuring]

[Jimmy laughs]

Raise your glasses, everybody.

To old friends

and new family.

Cheers. Thank you so much

- for being here tonight.\N- [crowd] Cheers.

Let’s enjoy some cake, shall we?

[cheering]

- Cheers.\N- [applause]

[jazz band playing lively music]

♪♪♪♪♪

So good to have you both here.

Thank you so much. Cheers.

Ah, Mayor Figaro, Judge Desiato,

meet Carmine Conti,\Nmy father-in-law.

Always a pleasure to meet\Nthe city’s power brokers.

I’m looking forward\Nto the wonderful things

we’ll do together.

♪ dramatic, ominous music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[camera clicking]

[buzzer sounds]

- You’re being released.\N- Finally.

Just Morrow.

Apparently, you need to get\Nyourself some better friends.

♪ Too bright, bright ♪

♪ It’s too bright, too bright ♪

♪ Bright, too bright,\Ntoo bright, bright ♪

♪ We know how to shine\Nin the night ♪

♪ Cut the lights off,\Nit’s too bright ♪

♪ Cut the lights off ♪

♪ It’s too bright ♪

♪ We know how to shine,\Nwe know how to shine ♪

♪ Cut the lights off,\Nit’s too bright ♪

♪ If it way too heavy,\Nbetter pass that shit ♪

♪ Anything you want,\Nbe sure to pass that shit ♪

♪ I feel fantastic ♪

♪ Got the pedal\Nto the metal... ♪

Appreciate you.

This ain’t no courtesy call.

Big Mo’s not happy.

But she will be.

Let me hold your phone.

[rap music continues quietly]

You got her money?

Gonna go get it.

[line ringing]

[Eugene over recording]\NDon’t leave a message.

- [phone beeps]\N- Hey, it’s me.

Chris and Russell\Njust picked me up.

I’m not sure where you at,

but we’re on the way back\Nto the house.

Get the fuck out of there.

♪ It’s too bright ♪

[jazz band playing upbeat music]

♪♪♪♪♪

[lively chatter, laughter]

What’s wrong, my darling?

Nothing. I’m fine.

Gina. Tell me.

You see why\NI called you to come?

Every day, I get\Nmore and more worried

about the direction\Nthis family is heading in.

It’s going to be all right.

I don’t know, Papa.\NThings are different now.

That’s why I’m here.

[speaks Italian]

[Gina]\NThank you for coming.

I figured Carmine Conti\Nwas dead.

He’s been living on some island\Noff the coast of Italy,

but he hasn’t set foot in\NNew Orleans since the late ’90s.

Why is he back here now?

You know what?

Let’s worry about that when we\Nget the fuck up out of here.

Yeah.

Michael?

- Hi, Mayor Figaro.\N- Hi, Fia.

Um, I’m really sorry about\Nwhat my dad did. I don’t...

- I don’t know what that was.\N- Don’t worry about it.

Just promise me I’ll get a\Nchance to see that baby someday.

Yeah, I promise.

Uh, do you want to see\Na picture of him?

- [Charlie] You know I do.\N- Okay.

Here you go.

Aw. [chuckles]

Look at that.

Yeah.

I’m-a leave\Nthe two of you to talk.

Okay.

- Charlie, thank you.\N- Sure.

I-I am so embarrassed.\NI’m sorry. [sniffles]

- No, don’t be.\N- [sighs]

You were right.\NI... I shouldn’t have come here.

My parents ruin everything.

I just don’t want to get\Nin the middle of family affairs.

You are family.

That’s the one thing\Nmy dad got right.

Oh, no. Stop that.

- ♪♪♪♪♪\N- [dialogue inaudible]

[sniffles]

[exhales]

- It’s okay.\N- It’s fine.

Okay.

[car doors close]

[insects trilling]

♪ tense, ominous music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[crying]

[Sheila crying]\NGet out of my house.

Get out of my house!

Now!

Get out my house!

[Little Mo]\NFuck.

Yeah, we here with Little Mo.

Money’s gone.

I got a pretty good idea\Nwhere it’s at.

♪ tense, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

Bring his ass back\Nto New Orleans.

Welcome home, Little Man.

[dogs barking]

[lively chatter]

Michael.

The birthday boy would like\Na moment of your time.

Please.

♪ tense, ominous music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[whistles] Oh, you do\Nscrub up well, Judge.

Come on.

All right. Okay.

Looks like you’re missing one.

[grunts]

[coughs, groans]

He’s clean.

[coughing]

[Michael groans]

[Jimmy] You know, my daughter\Nbarely speaks to me anymore.

The harder I try,

the more she pulls away.

But you...

You make it look so easy.

Now, I remember, I remember...

I was gonna blow your brains out

when I thought you’d taken\Na child from me.

That what you’re trying\Nto do now?

Hmm? ’Cause, uh, Fia...

...is the most precious thing\NI have in this world.

I understand.

Do what you have to do.

What do you want with my family?

[sighs] Nothing.

[Jimmy]\NNothing?

Nothing.

Then why get a job\Ndelivering meat

to my hotel?

Hmm?

Come drinking at my bar,

telling Carlo about\NHarry the Hook,

and why do I keep seeing you\Naround my children?

[sighs]

Now, remind me.

They let you out\Nof prison early because...?

Because...

I wanted to kill myself.

They didn’t want my blood\Non their hands.

But that shouldn’t stop you.

Go ahead...

...and just do it.

Please.

[Jimmy]\NI won’t be your executioner.

[groans softly]

♪ intriguing music ♪

♪♪♪♪♪

[door bangs open]

[door closes]

[distant door opens]

[door creaks shut]

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