Previously on Your Honor...
This is Rocco Adam Baxter.
He's your grandson.
I don't want that man anywhere near this family.
I need you to make this intro.
'Cause I'm not going back to New Orleans
empty-handed and ass out, you heard me?
This is the most money I ever trusted somebody with at one time.
Did you ever tell anyone anything
that I should be worried about?
You know I would do anything to protect you.
You're the only friend I've got left.
I want the citizens of this city to have a say in its future.
They ought to benefit from a billion-dollar development deal
that goes through this office.
If only we could get as much support
as that drug-dealing bitch from the Lower Ninth.
I made promises to the people of this city.
Helping rich folk get richer wasn't one of them.
My family's name used to mean something here.
If this hotel were called Conti instead of Baxter,
no 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 end of the week, and all cash.
Mm. Nephew.
What you doing here?
We're here to see my 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 if we piss this guy off?
Just 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 to New Orleans.
If you leave town now, I'm fucked!
You know Roderick don't play about his money.
Fuck, man!
Hey, I got him.
- What's up? - Get over here.
Aah! Fuck!
I want to eradicate an entire criminal organization.
I can't be a spy for you.
At this moment, Michael,
all I want you to do is love that baby.
Tomorrow's my birthday.
50th.
There will be a party over at my hotel.
You should join us.
How did you know I was staying with my mother-in-law?
Judge.
Why don't you bring your friend Charlie Figaro as well.
See you at the party.
And we're in.
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Little Mo here.
You know what to do, so do.
Quite a night you're having, huh?
Thank you.
Very nice.
So, your mother-in-law's not home tonight?
She's in Baton Rouge.
Legislature's in session.
But you knew that already.
Trying to make small talk.
So, uh... how's Jimmy?
Older.
Yeah, he invited me to a birthday party tomorrow night.
Really?
You think he wants to use you as a piņata?
Did he say anything else?
He wants me to bring Charlie.
Good. So bring him.
I agreed to help you so that I could protect Charlie.
This is you protecting Charlie.
So I could just deliver him to Jimmy Baxter?
What are you worried about? It's just a birthday party.
Whoa.
Michael.
You just do everything I tell you to do,
and your friend Charlie will be just fine, okay?
Hello?
This is a call from an inmate
at the Harris County Jail.
To accept the charges, press one.
Hey, 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?
Ma...
What did you and Little Mo have words over?
Nothing.
Must not be nothing if you're calling me from jail.
Ma, can you please just get me out?
Please.
I've got a lot of things to do today,
and bailing your behind out of jail ain't one of them.
You're up.
Who'd you call?
Johnnie Cochran.
You would be dumb enough to call a dead lawyer.
Hey. Other phone.
Hello?
This is a call from an inmate
at the Harris County Jail.
To accept the charges, press one.
Hey, Little Man, it's me.
Yo. Are y-you all right?
I've been better.
You got my bag, right?
Yeah. It's under my bed.
All right, good.
I'm-a figure out a way to get out of here
so I can get back to New Orleans.
Until then, I'm-a need you to guard that shit.
Okay.
That's my life in there, Little Man.
You heard me?
Yeah, I-I got you.
All right, good.
Morning.
Hey.
Did you go out with the boys last night?
Oh, yeah. We got something to eat.
And?
Trey and Little Mo got into it.
They got busted.
And where were you?
I was waiting in the car.
Okay.
Just trying to get to the bottom of it.
Who's that?
Roderick?
What up, Miss Sheila?
- What are you doing here? - Looking for Trey.
In my backyard?
Didn't want to wake anyone up.
Is he around?
He hasn't lived here for years.
Well, he's not in his apartment, either.
Been trying pretty hard to find him, haven't you?
Yeah.
Got some mechanical issues.
Maybe something he can help me with.
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.
What are you doing?
- Had to check. - Get out my house.
Have a blessed day.
You all right?
So, what do you think?
- I know, I know. - It's gonna be all right.
Okay...
No, that doesn't work.
I need you to be my eyes at the party.
Wh-What is it you want to see?
Jimmy's over-leveraged.
That's what these people do.
They dream about projects that 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 when I see it,
and I know when prosecutors are not standing on solid ground.
You play the ponies?
- What? - Horse racing.
You ever go to the tracks?
- No. - Well, I do. I love it.
I love horses.
I love that they're imperfect.
I love that it's up to us to get to know them,
and that is my specialty.
- Huh. - And you, my friend, are a mudder.
- Oh. - You're not the strongest,
you're not the fastest,
and you're certainly not the prettiest.
But when shit gets fucking messy,
that's when I'm betting you shine.
Let's try this.
- Hmm? - Hmm.
Mm. That...
Okay, what's going on here?
I think it's... Albert Einstein, mad genius?
Mm.
It's more like Saddam Hussein hiding in a hole.
Where's Andy?
Still hiding.
Girl.
Why does a woman afraid of needles become a nurse?
Mm-hmm.
This is Sheila.
Hey, sis.
Who... who died?
Everyone's alive and well.
Hmm. Well, after ten years of silence,
I thought we was done talking.
I can't find our nephew.
Ain't heard from him since yesterday.
Mm, he's with his cousin.
You know where?
I told you to stay away from Trey.
This ain't got nothing to do with him.
Don't play with me.
Not about my son.
Look, I'm just trying to reach Little Mo.
You gonna help me or no?
Is this about money or drugs?
Because I know damn well it's about one or the other.
See, why you got to go there?
- Huh? - Mm-hmm. Am I wrong?
Yeah, thought so.
I ain't call you for no lecture.
No, you called because you got those boys in trouble again.
So I'm-a tell you one last time,
stay away from my son.
Here you go, gentlemen.
Thank you kindly.
This is nice.
I mean, it's not like old times, but it still feels kind of good.
I need to ask you a favor.
What is it?
I need you to come to a birthday party with me.
That's what you wanted to ask me?
It's for Jimmy Baxter.
You're kidding.
Are you out of your mind?
You shouldn't be talking to Jimmy Baxter.
Hell, I shouldn't be talking to Jimmy Baxter.
He wants political influence.
He's trying to get to me through you, 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 when, uh...
Fuck me.
This is all my fault.
What do you mean?
I got Adam his first box of condoms.
Never showed him how to use them, though.
So you'll be there?
- He's using you. - I know.
I know. Still, I'd-I'd like it if you were there.
Let me think about it.
Thank you.
- Hello, Fia. - Hi, Dad.
Today's my birthday.
Happy birthday.
Could I see Rocco?
He just went down. Sorry.
Your mother's throwing me a party tonight.
It would mean a lot if you would join us.
I'll try.
I, uh, invited Adam's father.
I hope to see you.
The whole family should be there.
Okay.
So, the two of you are back on your bullshit?
We ain't do nothing...
Ah. I'm gonna get to you in a minute.
You begged me to take that boy in,
and what did I say?
What did I say?
You said, "Trouble better... "
"Trouble better not come with him."
Why is my sister calling me?
I don't know.
She probably worried about me.
I ain't never known her to be a worrier before.
At least not about anybody in this family.
And why is your friend Roderick
snooping around my house this morning?
Did you let him inside?
I swear to God,
if either one of y'all let some shit into my house...
Look, look, just-just get me out,
and I'll take care of it.
Please, Aunt Sheila.
Get me out,
and this, it'll never happen again.
I promise.
You don't like parties?
I'm not going to your father's birthday party with you.
Why not?
- He's my boss. - He's my boss, too. So what?
Aren't you supposed to be working?
I'm always working.
Security's 24/7.
Yeah. I feel real safe right now.
Check this out.
There are 11 people in this lobby, including us.
Family of four waiting for the elevator. Harmless.
Married couple looking at 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 at my five o'clock
reading yesterday's newspaper.
I don't like that.
There's a strong gentleman who just entered,
and he walks with a limp, probably a... old war injury,
which means he's likely trained in hand-to-hand combat.
Then there's a woman wearing sunglasses, carrying an umbrella
even though the forecast calls for clear skies.
And there's another guy...
super good-looking,
and you're crushing on him, big-time.
Not one of those things is accurate.
Are you sure about that?
Carlo.
Hi, Mom.
Can I speak with you for a moment?
Yeah.
I don't want you slumming it.
Jesus, Mom.
Don't ever settle.
Are you making sure there's extra security tonight?
- Yeah, I'm on it. - Makes me nervous
having this many family members together out in the open.
Mom, no one's gonna touch us again.
You're your mother's son.
Yeah, that's probably why Dad doesn't like me.
Oh, no, he loves you. He just doesn't understand you.
You know, till I had you, my relationship with my papa
was the most important thing in the world to me.
I pray one day you'll have that with your father.
It's okay.
I have that with you.
_
How you coming with that plus-one?
- To be determined. - Mm.
I'd hate to see you go stag.
I'll talk to you later.
- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.
Um...
So, are you... are you coming to my dad's birthday party?
I am.
I-I just... I don't want my family butting
into every single part of my life.
I honestly think that you should stay away from them.
Bad things happen when they're around.
Bad things happen when I'm around, too.
I just want one person in my life that I can trust.
Can I ask you a question?
Yeah.
When you look at me, do you see Saddam Hussein?
Are...
Really?
Well, I mean, now you've said it, it's all I can see.
Tell me you found them.
They were picked up in Houston.
Got in a fight.
- With who? - With each other.
And then Little Mo hit a cop.
I need him out.
Yeah, what you need and what I'm gonna do
are two different things.
Tell them he's your CI.
Talk up that "brothers in blue" bullshit.
Just get him released.
What am I, a genie in a fucking lamp?
Genies don't get fucking paid.
You're not paying me enough.
Well, I figured my silence was priceless.
Well, so is me shielding you from the New Orleans PD.
I'm getting tired of always being on this end of the call.
And I'm getting tired of having 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 is the fastest driver?
You look like a different person.
Wow.
Mm-hmm.
A new man, indeed.
Happy birthday.
Thank you, thank you.
It's incredible what a good barber can do.
That would be me, thank you very much.
Not too shabby.
Well...
Seems like I've been overpaying for years.
Please, come in, come in. Let's get you a cocktail.
Oh, watch your step.
What is Michael Desiato doing here?
I didn't know he was coming.
But you don't seem terribly surprised.
Carlo.
_
Mr. Desiato.
This is a private party.
Jimmy invited me.
Is that so?
Yes.
When were you talking with my husband?
He was visiting Fia.
? Shake it in the morning, shake it in the night ?
Stay away from my family.
Hi, Michael.
Look, I'm leaving.
Not until you do what you came there to do.
Look, I-I don't even know what I'm doing.
Just keep your eyes open.
There's something missing, Michael, so I need you there.
I am not wanted here.
Look, forget Gina, okay?
Jimmy wants you there. That's all that matters.
And they're off.
Cornwall Pete jumps right out of the gate...
And into the first turn,
Sibling Rivalry moves into second,
- followed by Applegate. - Come on, baby.
And Sibling Rivalry has taken the lead at...
Come on.
Sibling Rivalry is holding,
but Cornwall Pete is inching back up on the outside,
with 3/16 of a mile to go.
And it's Sibling Rivalry and Cornwall Pete,
one and two, neck and neck, stride by stride.
It's going to be tight to the finish.
And the winner is Cornwall Pete!
Fuck.
? And I can feel it all in my hands ?
? Yeah, I can feel it all in my soul ?
? I can feel it all in my feet, oh ?
? I can feel it all in my bones ?
? I can feel it all in my hands ?
? And I can feel it all in my soul ?
? Put your hands up in the air... ?
Hey, 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 a photo at least.
? Yeah ?
? Now, if you don't know what to do ?
? Raise your hands and act a fool ?
? Put your hands up in the air ?
? Let me hear you say yeah, yeah... ?
? Happy birthday to you ?
? Happy birthday, dear Jimmy ?
? Happy birthday to you ?
Hey!
Does everybody... everybody have one?
I want to thank you so much. Cheers.
Happy birthday!
Everyone. Friends, family.
I am grateful to mark this special day with each and every one of you.
A big thank-you to my extraordinary wife, Gina,
for arranging these festivities.
Now, if a man's been lucky enough
to spend half a century on this earth,
then he's, uh...
... he's likely been blessed and cursed, hmm?
You can't, uh, spend...
50 years of life without a bit of both.
Time brings joy and pain.
Loss and renewal.
And tonight, I want to recognize
the newest addition to our family,
Judge Michael Desiato.
Now, come on, Judge.
Welcome him, welcome him. Come on.
Give him a round of applause, everybody, come on.
Cheer him on, please.
Come on, come on.
As most of you know,
I became a grandfather this year.
Yes, yes, I know. I know.
Well, so, too, did Michael.
Our lovely daughter Sofia,
and his late son, Adam, blessed us with new life
and new family.
I ask you to welcome him into your hearts tonight, hmm?
Give him a round of applause.
Oh, I'd also like to recognize Michael's best friend,
the mayor of our fine city, Mr. Charlie Figaro.
Come on, Mr. Mayor.
Come on down, Mr. Mayor. Come on down. That's right.
Welcome our shy mayor. My goodness.
Thank you.
Uh, as I understand it, Mr. Mayor, you were...
godfather to Michael's son.
Yeah.
Well, I...
I would imagine that you were a fine steward of that position.
Now, perhaps, you might be the perfect candidate
to be Baby Rocco's godfather.
Raise your glasses, everybody.
To old friends and new family.
Cheers.
- Thank you so much for being here tonight. - Cheers.
Let's enjoy some cake, shall we?
Cheers.
So good to have you both here.
Thank you so much. Cheers.
Ah, Mayor Figaro, Judge Desiato,
meet Carmine Conti, my father-in-law.
Always a pleasure to meet the city's power brokers.
I'm looking forward to the wonderful things we'll do together.
- You're being released. - Finally.
Just Morrow.
Apparently, you need to get yourself some better friends.
Appreciate you.
This ain't no courtesy call.
Big Mo's not happy.
But she will be.
Let me hold your phone.
You got her money?
Gonna go get it.
Don't leave a message.
Hey, it's me.
Chris and Russell just picked me up.
I'm not sure where you at,
but we're on the way back to the house.
Get the fuck out of there.
What's wrong, my darling?
Nothing. I'm fine.
Gina. Tell me.
You see why I called you to come?
Every day, I get more and more worried
about the direction this family is heading in.
It's going to be all right.
I don't know, Papa. Things are different now.
That's why I'm here.
Thank you for coming.
I figured Carmine Conti was dead.
He's been living on some island off the coast of Italy,
but he hasn't set foot in New Orleans since the late '90s.
Why is he back here now?
You know what?
Let's worry about that when we get the fuck up out of here.
Yeah.
Michael?
- Hi, Mayor Figaro. - Hi, Fia.
Um, I'm really sorry about what my dad did. I don't...
- I don't know what that was. - Don't worry about it.
Just promise me I'll get a chance to see that baby someday.
Yeah, I promise.
Uh, do you want to see a picture of him?
- You know I do. - Okay.
Here you go.
Aw.
Look at that.
Yeah.
I'm-a leave the two of you to talk.
Okay.
- Charlie, thank you. - Sure.
I-I am so embarrassed.
- I'm sorry. - No, don't be.
You were right. I... I shouldn't have come here.
My parents ruin everything.
I just don't want to get in the middle of family affairs.
You are family.
That's the one thing my dad got right.
Oh, no. Stop that.
- It's okay. - It's fine.
Okay.
Get out of my house.
Get out of my house!
Now! Get out my house!
Fuck.
Yeah, we here with Little Mo.
Money's gone.
I got a pretty good idea where it's at.
Bring his ass back to New Orleans.
Welcome home, Little Man.
Michael.
The birthday boy would like a moment of your time.
Please.
Oh, you do scrub up well, Judge.
Come on.
All right. Okay.
Looks like you're missing one.
He's clean.
You know, my daughter barely 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 a child from me.
That what you're trying to do now?
Hmm? 'Cause, uh, Fia...
... is the most precious thing I have in this world.
I understand.
Do what you have to do.
What do you want with my family?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
Nothing.
Then why get a job delivering meat to my hotel?
Hmm?
Come drinking at my bar,
telling Carlo about Harry the Hook,
and why do I keep seeing you around my children?
Now, remind me.
They let you out of prison early because... ?
Because...
I wanted to kill myself.
They didn't want my blood on their hands.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Go ahead...
... and just do it.
Please.
I won't be your executioner.
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