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Previously on Your Honor...

[PHONE RINGING]

You asked me if I had
control over my men.

I got your son.

You tread very carefully right now.

This is a courtesy call.

To avoid a war that neither of us need.

[CARMINE] The Calabri
family is interested.

[PHILLIP] We have an offer for you.

The eight figures that you need

with one additional item.

We need access to your ports.

Yo, stay put, Little Man.

I'm gonna need you to guard that shit.

It's my life in there, Little Man.

[OFFICER] Stay down!

Don't fucking move!

You lucky you blood.

You ain't fam.

Not to me. Not no more.

- [THUDDING]
- [GRUNTING]

How could you leave my son
with a fucking stranger?

Joey came to the hotel.

I should fucking kill you right now.

He saw Eugene Jones,

and I had a chance to
take the fucker out.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[CRASHING, GLASS SHATTERING]

[FIA] Did you "take the fucker out"?

[CARLO] He tried to kill me.

What is wrong with this family?

I'm so fucking done with all of you.

Anyone else in the car?

Nah.

[MICHAEL] The night Adam died,

Nancy Costello came to the hospital.

I told her that... you
got rid of the car.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I was in shock.
I wasn't thinking clearly.

- I'm-I'm sorry.
- Get the fuck out of here!

[NANCY] Where were you on the
night of your wife's murder?

[ELIZABETH] I want some answers.

I was brought in for suspicion
of killing Robin Desiato.

They found out that I wasn't home

the night she was killed.

I went to confront the man
she was sleeping with.

I'm Robin's mother.

[KENNETH] Detective
Costello came to see me.

And what did you tell her?

That I was home all night.

- So, I'm your alibi.
- And I'm yours.

- [MICHAEL] What was at the corner store?
- [ENTRY BELL CHIMES]

[KENNETH] A witness.

[MICHAEL] You... you saw this?

She walked in and he
was right behind her.

She never saw it coming.

KJ, tell us who he is.

Detective Walter Beckwith.

[MICHAEL] Nancy, it's Michael.

I think I know why you weren't
able to solve Robin's murder.

The killer was one of your own.

Adam Desiato was my godson.

I want to be here when Rudy
brings in Eugene Jones.

- [GUNSHOT]
- [GRUNTING]

[DISTANT CAR HORNS HONKING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Eugene.

[MOANING]

[GROANS] Help, help, help.

- [LEE] What happened?
- I was shot.

Oh, my God. Okay, come
on, come on, come on.

Sit down, sit down.

- I was shot.
- Take a seat, take a seat.

- No, the blood, the blood. [CRIES OUT]
- Okay, just sit, just sit.

[MOANING, PANTING]

- What're you doing?
- I'm-I'm calling an ambulance.

No, no, I can't go to
the hospital right now.

- You're hurt.
- No, no, they're gonna kill me.

[PANTING]

Who?

- Who?
- I was a shot by a cop.

The same one who said he
found my body a year ago.

If they find me now, I'm dead.

Uh, okay.

- [EUGENE GROANING]
- Okay, okay, okay.

Uh... shit.

- Uh...
- Please hurry. Hurry, please.

- Okay, uh...
- Please.

I'm-I'm calling a friend.

She's a, she's a doctor.

But can we trust her?

Do we have any choice?

[INTENSE MUSIC]

[SIREN WHOOPING]

[SIREN BLARING]

No. Come...

Damn it.

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION] ***

Evening, Officer.

Evening, sir. Where you headed?

To visit a friend.

- Are you in a hurry?
- No.

You were doing 37 in a 25.

I need to see your license
and registration, please.

I don't have my license on me,

but the registration
should be in the glove box.

Go get it, please.

Geez. Christ.

Wait. Here. Okay.

Here.

Can I assume that you are
not Elizabeth Guthrie?

That's my mother-in-law.

- Does she know you have this car?
- She does.

- And what is your name?
- Michael Desiato.

- The judge?
- Yes.

Turn the car off, please.

[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING]

[ENGINE STOPS]

[PHONE BUZZING]

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

[SIGHS HEAVILY]

_

[BUZZING]

_

_

- [OFFICER] Judge Desiato.
- Yes.

You must have your license on you

when you are operating a vehicle.

Yes.

- [GLOVE BOX CLOSES]
- You're right. Um...

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

I honestly don't even know
where my license is.

Well, that doesn't really
make a difference

'cause I ran your information

and your driver's license
expired, six months ago.

- I've been in prison.
- I know.

You should've renewed your
license when you were released.

Yes... I understand. And you're right.

I usually take the bus.

Well, I wish you had, tonight.

It's only a misdemeanor,

but it is a violation of your parole,

and I have no choice
but to bring you in.

Oh, come on, pl...

Look, I-I promise I
will renew my license

first thing in the morning.

That's between you and
your parole officer.

Please step out of the vehicle.

Okay.

Turn around.

Hands behind your back.

[MICHAEL SIGHS]

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

All right, nothing on you?

- No weapons, drugs?
- No.

[INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION]

[RADIO TRANSMISSION BECOMES DISTANT]

[HEART BEATING RHYTHMICALLY]

[RADIO TRANSMISSION CONTINUES DISTANTLY]

[INTENSE, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

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[STREETCAR RATTLING]

Are you okay, Carlo?

Are sure you don't want to stay
back at the house with Grandpa?

I want to make sure Fia's okay.

Where's Frankie?

What happened to your hand?

Frankie no longer works for this family.

What?

He's our friend.

It was time for a change.

You didn't want to consult me first?

Not particularly.

[ENGINE ROARING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Come on, come on.

41-27.

Any further info on that
shooting at the bus station?

[DISPATCHER, OVER RADIO]
41-27, units on site.

No further info on suspects.

41-27, roger.

- Status of the victim?
- [DISPATCHER] Unknown.

Reports of possible GSW,
young Black male.

No longer at the scene?

[DISPATCHER] Negative. He fled.

Son of a bitch.

- Fuck.
- [CONTINUES SLAMMING DASHBOARD]

[MOANING]

I know, I know, I know.

I called you that night.

The night it happened.

I-I got your voice mail.

I tried calling you back a dozen times,

but you didn't answer.

[EUGENE PANTING]

Next day, your phone was dead.

And then I turned up dead.

Yeah.

Lee...

Didn't mean to shoot him.

I know.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- [LABORED BREATHING]
- I know.

[LEE] Hey.

What the hell?

- You said he had a fever.
- I...

I-I knew you'd tell me to
take him to a hospital.

Hey.

I'm Tanya. Can I take a look?

[LABORED BREATHING]

I need to talk to you.

Is he gonna be all right?

That's a gunshot wound,
and I'm an ob-gyn,

so, I wouldn't say his outlook has
improved much since I got here.

I don't care what kind
of trouble he's in,

he could die.

And I'm not gonna be
responsible for that.

I can't take him to a hospital.
It would be really bad.

So, I get it if-if you
can't do anything here,

then-then you should go.

I'll try and stop the bleeding.

Give you time to think about it.

But if his blood pressure
drops below 90/60,

I'm calling an ambulance myself.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

[SLOW BLUES MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

[SETS GLASS ON TABLE]

[GLASSES RATTLING]

Hey, what's going on in here?

We didn't have a very good night, Russ.

Sit down.

[GRUNTS QUIETLY]

We sold all that shit...

... sprinkled it throughout the city,

and somehow the one body that dropped,

dropped dead in the middle of Desire.

Who?

Chris's little brother Terrance.

Fuck.

13 years old.

Snorted half a fucking balloon.

Thought I cut it enough.

Mm-mm.

It ain't your fault Chris ain't
clean up his own house

and left a balloon for a child to find.

That ain't on you.

I got something to tell you.

I was taking Eugene to the bus station.

A car T-boned us.

Some burned-out junkie was driving.

Carlo Baxter was inside.

What happened to Little Man?

I don't know.

I got knocked out. I think he ran off.

Rudy Cunningham is looking for him.

[BIG MO SCOFFS]

We're in the eye of the hurricane now.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- [GINA] Fia.
- [JIMMY] Fia.

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

[LOCK BEEPS]

Fia?

Sweetheart?

Okay.

Fia?

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

She's gone.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

I'll be right back, okay?

So, who is he?

Uh, a former client, sort of.

What'd he do?

You're right. I don't want to know.

Is he gonna live?

If he gets the care he needs, I hope.

I think I can convince him to go to
a hospital outside of New Orleans.

Is it possible to stabilize
him enough to travel?

How far?

- Out of state.
- [BREATHLESSLY] Lee.

Oh, shit.

[DISPATCHER, OVER RADIO]
B and E in Metairie.

Response needed.

Bus station shooting, possible GSW.

Victim teenage male, Black.

You all right back there, Judge?

Yeah.

[HUMORLESS CHUCKLE]

Last time I was in the
back of a police cruiser,

the officer was giving me a ride home.

He... admonished me
for being too lenient

with people in my courtroom.

Eh, some guys take it extra personally

when a perp goes free.

You don't?

Nah, I figure... when
a criminal goes free,

he's gonna do something stupid again.

So I'll just catch him again.

Yeah, or...

maybe the accused didn't do
anything wrong in the first place.

Not in my experience.

You don't happen to know
Detective Nancy Costello, do you?

Not sure. What department?

Homicide.

Doesn't ring a bell.

She a friend of yours?

Sort of.

I met her a couple years ago,

when she was investigating
the murder of my wife.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

She solve the case?

Not yet.

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

She's not answering.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Come on in, Lieutenant.
- [BRENDAN] Jimmy.

It's Cusack.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[JIMMY] Any word on the boy?

No mention of Eugene Jones anywhere.

As far as I can tell,

NOPD still thinks he
was killed a year ago.

- You sure that's who you saw?
- He was pointing a fucking gun

in my face, so, yeah, I got
a pretty hard look at him.

Can run a APB for a fugitive.

Have the whole city looking for him.

Oh, because the police
did such a wonderful job

of catching him the first time.

We'll be sure and bring him to justice.

[JIMMY LAUGHING]

Oh, uh...

I think we're beyond
justice at this point.

[PHONE BUZZING]

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

Jimmy.

You said you'd take care of your boy

and I'd take care of mine.

Apparently, you didn't hold
up your end of the bargain.

And your boy could use
a good ass whooping.

So where that leave us?

I took you at your word.

It was foolish on my part, I know.

That won't happen again.

This, uh, détente of ours,
that was a-a gesture

of goodwill on my part,
a gift from me to you

and that can be dissolved.

See, you seem to have this confused.

'Cause you ain't the only one with guns.

And a cease-fire, just
like the fucking tango...

takes two.

[PHONE LINE BEEPING]

[CHILLING, DARK MUSIC]

- Help! Help!
- Help! Help!

- Quick, get the chair.
- He's bleeding out.

Quick.

[PANTING]

We need a blood transfusion and an IV.

Gunshot wound to the shoulder,
bullet exited cleanly.

Blood pressure 80/50, last I checked.

I think he lost consciousness...

- Are you the mother?
- What?

- The boy, are you his guardian?
- No, no, I'm not.

Do you know how to contact his family?

I'm the closest he's got tonight.

[NURSE] What happened to him?

I-I don't know. I wasn't there.

Okay.

Yeah, this is the charge nurse

at Crescent University Hospital ER.

I have a gunshot victim,
he just arrived.

[WHISPERS] You can't do that. Please.

I have to call it in. It's the law.

- He-he's the victim.
- I believe you,

- but I have a duty to report.
- Listen to me.

The police did this to him.

If they find him tonight,

it doesn't matter what you
do to help him in here,

it won't matter, okay?

Please, give this kid a chance.

Please.

Yeah. Male, 40s, looks Hispanic.

John Doe.

Yeah.

[PHONE HANGING UP]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SIGHS]

Just out of curiosity...

... how did you know to come after me?

[CHUCKLES QUIETLY]

Your pal Nancy reopened the
investigation this week,

so it got my attention.

- Mm-hmm.
- So, I went to check in on my old CI,

and after some pressure,

he finally admitted that you and
him had a little man-to-man chat.

And he told you some
things he should not have.

The old CI who watched
you murder my wife?

It's hard to find trustworthy
snitches these days.

But I'll deal with him later.

[ENGINE REVVING]

I'm sick of this bullshit.
You got let me see her, just...

- Hey, let me see Big Mo.
- No...

Come on, goddamn it! I did my part.

I-I fucking... The prick's
got a bullet in him!

He doesn't have a home to go to!

He's not at a fucking hospital!

'Cause someone knows something!

- Where the hell is he?!
- [BIG MO] What is this?

There's nothing I like
less than a desperate cop.

- I want the kid.
- [BIG MO] Oh, does it look like he here?

Help me find him.

Yeah. He did leave me a clue.

Um...

[LAUGHTER]

Yeah, fuck this cracker.

This is worse for you than it is for me.

Then why you the only one sweating?

- We made a deal.
- Mm.

You disappear the kid

- and I find a body.
- Yeah.

Almost seems as if it's
a bad idea for a cop

to stake his entire
career on a handshake

with a crooked politician
and a gangster.

[LAUGHTER]

[SPITS]

Go fuck yourself.

[MAN] Who the fuck is this guy?

- Toodaloo.
- [DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[HAUNTING, ETHEREAL MUSIC]

[PAINED GROANING]

[LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES]

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[BIG MO] Mrs. Clark, I am
so sorry for your loss.

If there's anything that I can do to...

I need a minute.

I don't want that woman in my house.

Your mom's going to get through this.

She's a strong woman.

I don't think this is the best place
for you right now, considering.

I'll call the funeral home.

Anything you need, it's covered.

You take care of your family.

Desire take care of you.

So the money that killed my brother

is supposed to bury him now?

- Man, I...
- I got to get back to my mom.

[RUDY] 41-27. Still no
gunshot wounds reported?

[DISPATCHER, OVER RADIO] 41-27.

One, but not a match
to the bus station vic.

41-27, roger.

Which hospital?

[PHONE RINGS]

Security.

This is Detective Rudy Cunningham.

I'm looking for a suspect who
took a shot at me tonight.

You've got a John Doe
gunshot vic, just came in,

Hispanic, male, 40s.

Can you confirm this description for me?

Yeah, I'll check the ER.

[MONITOR BEEPING RHYTHMICALLY]

[SECURITY GUARD] Who called this in?

I did.

He look Hispanic to you?

Must've been a clerical error.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

[SECURITY GUARD] Yeah,
this gunshot victim we got in.

He's a Black teenager.

I'm on my way.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING]

Who else was involved? Huh?

Who helped you?

How much time do you think
you'll do for killing me?

Life? Probably.

Hell, death possibly. It's premeditated.

Don't worry about me.

I'm getting pretty good at this.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well, I already told Nancy Costello

that you were the one
who killed my wife.

So she'll know that this was you.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[MICHAEL] Being in prison
as a former judge

[STRAINING] is no picnic,

but it's nothing like
being a former cop.

The things you did to people like KJ,

well, let's just say it's gonna be...

[GRUNTING]

It's not gonna be good to be you.

Just answer me this one question.

If your confidential informant
didn't know that Robin was coming

to the corner store that night,

then how did you know?

Keep thinking about all those victims

who were in your courthouse
hoping for justice,

but instead having to watch your
bleeding heart set criminals free.

Scum, drug dealers, killers,
with long rap sheets

who somehow slipped
through the justice system.

We catch them, you release them.

[INTENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT]

[HANDCUFFS RATTLING]

Wait, wait, what are you doing?

I'm restraining him.

He's unconscious.

He's the suspect in a shooting,
hence the handcuffs.

He's a victim of a shooting,
hence the gunshot wound.

Ma'am, step aside.

- Unlock him.
- You heard her.

I don't answer to you.

He's my patient.
As soon as he's stable...

Have the doctor call me.

- I'll unlock him then.
- I'm not chasing you down

- for those keys.
- Sorry, ladies.

- Lee.
- You have to unlock this kid, now.

Hey. Hey.

[GUARD AND NURSE CONTINUE
TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

I'm here.

[WEAKLY] What's happening?

You're at the hospital.

You lost a lot of blood.

You'll need surgery, but
you're gonna be okay.

They know who I am?

No. I'm working on keeping it that way.

I'll be right back.

You can have a doctor on
life, but you cannot...

I am that young man's attorney,

and I'm gonna file a civil suit
against this whole hospital

and make you a named defendant

unless you unlock him right now.

[SECURITY GUARD] I'm just
following hospital policy.

Once the patient is restrained,
he remains restrained...

- [GASPS]
- [HANDCUFFS RATTLING]

Lee.

[CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

[PANTING]

[RATTLING]

I'm Eugene Jones!

My name is Eugene Jones!
I'm Eugene Jones!

My name is Eugene Jones!

Eugene Jones! My name is Eugene Jones!

- [MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY]
- I'm...

I'm Eugene Jones! Eugene Jones!

I'm Eugene Jones!

[INTENSE MUSIC]

[DIALOGUE INAUDIBLE]

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck.

[PHONE RINGING]

How's my favorite detective?

Eugene Jones is alive.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. I shot him tonight,

- but, uh... he got away.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down.

- Where is he now?
- In a hospital!

Everyone's about to find out!

Charlie? Like...

Hey, what should we do?

Charlie! We are so fucked!

[CHILLING, DARK MUSIC]

Who's "we"?

What?

[CHARLIE] You're the one
who found the dead body.

You're the one who took credit

for cracking a case you didn't solve.

Sound like you in your car.

Yeah.

I suggest you keep on driving.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[MUSIC INTENSITY BUILDS]

[FLAMES CRACKLING]

[LABORED BREATHS]

It's crazy...

- [THUNDER RUMBLES]
- ... how little say we get

in the biggest moments of our lives.

When they come for you,

know that it's my death
that led them to you.

Yeah, I don't know.

Disgraced judge with a dead family...

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

He already tried to off himself
when he was in prison.

No, I think that your suicide is
going to feel tragically believable.

- Here.
- [GRUNTS]

Let's just get your prints on here.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT ECHOES]

[BECKWITH SIGHS]

There were only two of us involved,

but just so you know...

... I was the one that got her.

"Because I could not stop for death,

he kindly stopped for me."

Afraid so.

- [GUNSHOT]
- [MICHAEL EXCLAIMING]

[BECKWITH MOANING]

- [MOANING CONTINUES]
- [MICHAEL] Oh, God. Oh, my God.

[BECKWITH SCREAMING]

God, how did you even
know where to find me?

The phone, Olivia gave you.

I've been tracking you since you
left the station this morning.

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[COUGHING WEAKLY]

- Come on.
- Thank you.

[DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING]

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

[GRUNTING QUIETLY]

He killed her.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah. Costello.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

He said there was another cop involved.

[NANCY] Let me see that.

That looks pretty nasty.

[SNIFFS]

You want me to call an ambulance? Yeah?

You got a name for me?

Who you working with?

[SCOFFS]

You know, I think I got more
time here than you do.

Christ.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Detective Costello,
41-41. Requesting EMS.

My location for a code
three for a gunshot victim.

Does that hurt?

Really looks like it hurts.

[SCREAMING]

Who is it?!

Fuck you. Fuck you.

[SCOFFS] Yeah, fuck you, too.

Which one's yours?

Uh, that one.

[SNIFFS]

Passcode?

[SCREAMS]

[PHONE CLICKS]

Great, thanks for your cooperation.

[SIGHS]

What is it?

Looks like when this
asshole's in trouble,

he calls one guy, all night long.

[GRUNTING]

Hey, it's Costello again.

You'll find the gunshot victim

just northeast of his car.

He's the one who's hugging a fence.

[LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SOMBER MUSIC]

[LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CHATTER QUIETS]

[SNIFFLING]

[CRYING]

[SIGHS] Okay.

I should have fought harder
to flush that poison

when I had the chance.

- Me, too.
- No.

It's not on you.

Nah. It's on Big Mo.

She care more about that fucking club

than her own people.

Just be with your family.

I'll keep you and yours
in my prayers. All right?

Hey.

She can't get away
with this shit forever.

Mmm, mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Good.

[DEEP INHALE] Mmm.

You got to try this.

What's with you tonight?

[MUMBLES] I don't know.

- I just, uh... feel free.
- [GINA] Oh.

Is that why you let Frankie go?

Carlo, is Phillip Calabri
still in the hotel?

He should be.

Can you get him on the phone, please?

[GINA SCOFFS]

Frankie was head of
this family's security

and I don't think we've
been particularly secure.

And you didn't feel
the need to consult me?

I have a pretty good idea
how you feel about Frankie.

Oh, I see.

And Fia?

You're just gonna let her go as well?

He's on.

Jimmy?

Mr. Calabri.

Well, I've considered
your family's proposal.

Here's my counteroffer.

Our docks can be made available to you

the day your investment is made,

but once the Baxter
District is complete,

so too then is our arrangement.

That is my best, and final.

And I'd like your answer now.

Good.

We have a deal.

Fia will come back.

She has nowhere else to go.

[BABY ROCCO CRYING]

[SHUSHING]

[CRYING CONTINUES]

[JAY] Fia?

Hi.

Is everything okay?

Um, motion is the only thing that
might put him to sleep right now,

so I'm just, um...

Okay, don't let me get in your way.

I'm cancelling the baptism.

[CRYING CONTINUES]

[JAY] Okay.

Thank you for coming down here
to relay that information.

Can I make an observation?

Yeah.

Most people...

don't come to church in
the middle of the night

to talk about something that
could be handled over the phone.

When we got in the car
tonight, I thought,

"I'm getting the hell out of here
and I'm never coming back."

[CRYING CONTINUES]

And then it dawned on me:

A 17-year-old single mom.

I haven't finished high school.

Where am I gonna go?

Well, you found your way here.

Yeah, I have to escape my family.

This is the one place
they wouldn't look.

The perfect hiding place for a heathen.

What happened?

Same thing that always happens.

You know my family.

I think I met all of them, yeah.

No, I mean... you know who they are.

[CRYING STOPS]

Yeah.

They would never let me leave.

Especially now.

[QUIETLY] Let's see.

[SIGHS] Thank God. Sorry.

No.

I'm trapped.

And it doesn't matter because
I have nowhere else to go.

[JAY SIGHS]

You know, my dad was
overbearing, to say the least.

- He's a carpenter.
- Oh, like Jesus.

[LAUGHS]

That's about the only thing
they had in common.

Anyway, I, uh, I worked
for him for several years.

And then, one day,

I said I wanted to do
something different.

And he laid out how bleak
my future would be

if I didn't have him to support me.

His was the only house I ever lived in.

He provided me with everything.

I was petrified to leave.

But there was one place...

... I knew I belonged.

Wow.

You really do pick your moments
and then try to proselytize.

[CHUCKLES] My point is, Fia, is if
you look at who is in your life...

... you may find that you
do belong someplace,

even if it's not the place
you've always been.

[BABY ROCCO FUSSING]

[SHUSHING QUIETLY]

- [BABY ROCCO CRYING]
- [QUIET SHUSHING CONTINUES]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[NANCY] All right, looks like
he's getting ready to split.

- Stay here. Stay here.
- Wait.

Be careful.

- [INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
- [DOOR CREAKING]

[OFFICER OVER RADIO] Car number 292,

northeast corner of
Hunt and 25th Street.

[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES]

[OFFICER 2 OVER RADIO]
Circling back right now.

- Can I get some backup?
- [RUDY RUMMAGING]

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO
CHATTER CONTINUES] ***

[NANCY] Where you headed, Rudy?

[SIGHS]

That boy never should've
come back to New Orleans.

What boy?

Rudy, what the fuck?
Put your fucking hands up!

I had a conversation with Beckwith.

You probably found it
pretty fucking amusing,

watching me try to figure
out who killed Robin Desiato.

Congratulations, I guess,

but you're a couple years too late.

Goddamn it, Rudy.
Put your fucking hands up!

You want to stop me,
you're gonna have to kill me.

I don't have a problem with that.

Did you order her hit?

She should've just let it go.

How'd you know she was gonna
be in the store that night?

Because I got a phone call.

The same phone call I always
get when there's a problem.

Like when a judge's car
needs to be disappeared.

Who?

[RUDY] I know you probably
won't believe me,

but back in the day,
I was a really good cop.

I took pride in my work.
I believed in what I was doing.

You kill people, for money.

I'm not all bad.

You're a son of a bitch.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

I know something's got to happen here.

But I'm not going to prison.

Don't move!

- [GUNSHOT]
- [GASPS]

- Oh, Jesus.
- [DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

Oh, my God.

[TENSE, BROODING MUSIC]

Oh, shit.

- Come on, come on, come on, come on.
- [DOOR OPENS]

Michael.

He's dead.

[DISTANT SIREN APPROACHING]

He shot himself.

Did he say anything?

[FIRE CRACKLING]

I'm finding your tranquility
rather irritating.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Oh, it's Cusack.

[JIMMY] Did you find the boy?

He was shot earlier tonight.

He's in the emergency room
being prepped for the O.R.

Is he gonna die?

He's expected to recover.

[JIMMY] And what happens then?

We place him under arrest.

- We're here now.
- [JIMMY] Okay. Okay.

No. You're happy with that result?

Well, I am happy the
threat's been neutralized.

I'm gonna try Fia again.

[FIA, RECORDED] Hey,
it's Fia. You missed me.

- Leave a message.
- [LINE BEEPS]

I want my child and my grandchild back!

Carlo.

You've been trying to prove
yourself for a while now.

- I know.
- Mm-hmm.

You're strong, decisive.
That can be very valuable.

We need someone right
now with fortitude.

Someone we can trust with our lives.

Can you be that for us now?

[CHUCKLES]

Yes.

Yes, I can.

[CARLO CHUCKLES]

Carlo, go downstairs and get the car.

Uh, yeah.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

My boy needs his rest.

And I don't want to see you at the house

unless Fia has come home.

[TENSE, DARK MUSIC]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Come up with something
better than "one bad apple."

"I am deeply remorseful to
learn that a decorated member

of the New Orleans Police Department

would falsify information and
conspire to defraud the public

in the interest of advancing
his own career.

But I remain confident that the actions

- of one unscrupulous officer... "
- [FINGERS SNAP]

"... is in no way a reflection

of our brave men and women in uniform."

[MICHAEL] Charlie.

Zeke, give us a minute.

Rudy Cunningham is dead.

I know.

He was your friend?

Well, uh... I knew him. Uh...

When I asked you to get rid of my car,

that's who you called, right?

Yeah.

He had Robin killed.

It turns out that Robin was killed

because she was
investigating dirty cops.

It wasn't a random act of violence.

It was a hit.

And before Robin left
the house that night,

I overheard her make a telephone call.

- Michael.
- And that call was to you, wasn't it?

[INTENSE, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

She wanted to know if I had any contacts

in the police department.

And you called Rudy Cunningham?

Well, I-I called the guy I call.

Well, uh, I was trying to help her.

- I had no idea that...
- You didn't connect those dots?

If I had known, uh, I would
have come forward with it.

I'm sorry, Michael.

Me, too.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

[SOBBING]

[SOBBING CONTINUES]

[GENTLE MUSIC]

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