[sultry orchestral music]
♪ I heard 'em say chivalry was dead, Uh huh ♪
♪ I could see it your eyes you're scared, Uh huh ♪
♪ 'Cuz yeah there's nothing for you here ♪
♪ Lotta skeletons in my closet, yeah ♪
♪ Baby, destruction is part of the plan ♪
♪ I'm your leader, the emperor, the man ♪
♪ Imma need my respect in advance ♪
♪ And if you get offended, too bad ♪
♪ Too bad, so sad, you ain't learn your lesson ♪
♪ I been through the fires, pardon my aggression ♪
♪ Don't you see? I'm the queen so follow my direction ♪
♪ I ate his heart out his chest ♪
♪ Honestly, you're mine to keep ♪
♪ Don't lie to me you'll end losing your life ♪
- All rise.
The court is now in session.
Judge Jay Johnson presiding.
♪ I'll burn it
♪ 'Cuz I'm the heart eater
♪ I'm the heart, baby, it's a dinner date ♪
♪ Imma eat your soul I- soul I- soul I... ♪
- Mr. Johnson.
In the matter of the State versus Johnson.
I find the defendant...
[Jay coughs]
Excuse me.
In the matter of the State versus Johnson,
I find the defendant...
Huh!
In the matter of the State versus Johnson...
[Jay wheezes]
defendant...
[Jay coughs]
[Jay wheezes]
[Jay gags]
[Jay retches]
[Jay gasps]
[Jay screams]
[Jay gasps]
[Jay panting]
- Damn.
- Are you okay?
- No.
[Jay sighs]
[Jay exhales]
[Jay breathes shakily]
- Choking or falling?
- Ah, choking.
Sort of.
[Jay panting]
- You're worrying about nothing.
- Huh?
Easy for you to say.
You're not the one walking into the storm.
- You know you got this, right?
- What the hell have I done?
- Exactly what you wanted to do.
- Did I make a mistake?
- No, you made your move.
Now you have your business.
- You love me?
- Yes, I love you.
You know what that means?
I, I need you to say it.
- You have me.
Nothing can touch me.
[lips smack]
- Exactly.
So at the risk of lighting you up.
- I'm taking my meds.
- As prescribed.
Damn Jay, how are you gonna get a handle on this thing?
If you can't stick with a doctor
long enough to get a real diagnosis?
You just get them to give you pills and you
take 'em however you want.
- I'm handling it.
I don't need a label to tell me what's happening
inside of my own head.
- Hm.
- [Jay] Coward.
- Who's labeling who now?
[Jay breathes heavily]
[unsettling music]
[Jay yells]
- Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
You don't control me.
I control me.
I'm gonna in there today
and I am gonna run shit
because I am the Judge...
Zelma Jay Johnson.
[uplifting music]
♪ That sweet mornin' dew
♪ I took one look at you
♪ And it was plain to see
♪ You were my destiny
♪ With arms open wide
♪ I threw away my pride
[music fades]
[unsettling music]
[customers chatting]
[window knocking]
- Oh my god. Not again.
- I need to talk to you.
- Go away!
- What'd I tell you?
- I don't know how to make him stop, okay?
I don't want him here either.
- I need to talk-
[window knocking]
- Get on outta here!
- I need to talk to her!
- Get outta here before I get out there
and kick the fuck out you.
Hey, hey, you're not comin' in here!
- Open the door!
- No! No.
- I just need to talk to her!
- Your dad would beat his ass already, Bo!
- I got this, I used to beat his...
Ah!
Motherfucker!
Come here!
- I just need to talk to you.
- I'll beat your motherfucking-
- Get off me!
Get off me!
- Hi, yes, yes, I need you to come to the Bistro
because he's here again.
- Get the fuck out my store!
- Let go of me! I need to talk to her!
- Just across the street! Get here as soon as you can!
[both men shouting]
- Get away from me! That's my wife!
[police sirens]
[car doors slamming]
[men shouting]
- I'm gonna beat your motherfucking-
- Go ahead! Go ahead!
I'm not leaving until I talk to her.
- Do not do that! Do not do that. Look they're-
Finally.
- Get off me! Fuck off me goddammit!
Something wrong with this motherfucker!
It's the third time this week.
Get his motherfucking ass outta here!
- Beth, I don't even know why you won't talk to me.
I don't even know what I did.
- See? There's something wrong with that motherfucker.
Arrest him!
- This is just a misunderstanding,
we can work through this.
- No, there's, there's nothing to work through, okay?
I- I- Yes, I let you take me out for a drink.
That's it.
- What're you doin'?
You're not supposed to be takin' him out for drinks...
You're supposed to be getting a restraining order!
- Look, I felt bad for him. Okay?
I- I- It was just a drink, and I'm sorry!
I have two jobs and I have three kids
and I don't have all day to just go sit
at a courthouse and wait for a piece of paper
that clearly isn't gonna do anything!
I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?
- You're not helping the situation.
- What am I supposed to do?
- Well, I guess we gotta take him in again!
[officer sighs]
Come on.
- That's right, get him the fuck outta here.
- Beth...
- Come on!
- I told you not to fight!
[man grunting]
["Get Into It [Yuh] by Doja Cat playing]
- [Jay] Why you always leave the door open?
Imma change the locks on your ass again.
- And who you gonna get to pick the locks?
When you're locked out?
- Hmph.
- So guess it would be wrong for a brother
to ask for some breakfast this morning.
Hm?
[Darryl laughs]
Okay.
I'm gonna let you pass today
because it's your first day and all ,
but let's not make a habit of it.
- Can you make some coffee?
- So that's my job now too?
- It's just coffee. I swear to God if you do it
your dick won't fall off.
- Why can't you just say regular shit
like everybody else?
- I ain't regular.
- Mm!
I know that's right.
C'mere Judge bae.
- What?
[Jay laughs]
Stop!
[cellphone rings]
- Don't answer it.
- It's my mom.
- And?
There's nothing going on over there
that can help us over here.
[Jay sighs]
See? Problem solved.
- She's just gonna say, 'I'm worried about today.'
- Hey, everybody would be worried about their first day.
[cellphone rings]
Now she just fucking with us.
[Jay groans]
- All right, um, maybe something's really
happening, um...
You answer it.
- You a bad chick and all but,
ain't no pussy in the world to get me to answer that.
- You know, I would like to think that today
out of all days you would help me put my mind to rest.
- Your mind never rests.
But, uh...
- What?
- I have an idea.
- Mm?
- Mm.
Lemme take you to the back,
and dick you down.
[Jay laughs]
- Dick don't solve everything!
- Might don't solve, but it sure does soothe.
- Bye!
- Where you goin'?
- Oh! What...
Darryl.
[Jay laughs]
Stop!
I'm not playing with ya.
I'm not playin' with you.
What're you doin'?
Put your clothes back on.
Don't take off your shirt.
Don't take off your, oh!
Stop...
[Jay moans]
♪ And when she thought that I lose control of it ♪
♪ Simple lady yeah you know I'm it ♪
♪ With money in my pocket ♪
♪ Money in my pocket, money in my pocket uh huh♪
♪ That's the only thing I see, but let me tell you the truth ♪
♪ I been around your [indistinguishable] and it's bad at you ♪
♪ So why don't you come sit on my lap while the DJ run it bare♪
♪ And show me what you do
♪ Ya eyes tell me you want it, your body sayin the same♪
♪ So don't fight the feelin' that's running girl, Whatchu gonna do? ♪
♪ So you free til we meet in the front of this two seat ♪
♪ [Indistinguishable] and when she thought I lost control of it ♪
[Jay moaning]
- Where is it? Hm?
Where is it?
- What the fuck?
- What's goin' on?
- Where is it?
- What?
- What are you talking about?
- I want my money!
- What money, old man?
Ain't nobody take nothing from you.
- Yes, now can you leave her alone please?
- Richard, I told you they didn't take anything.
- How the fuck you know?
You can't even read a spreadsheet.
- Have you talked to Jay?
- She ain't gon' help.
- What does that mean?
- Exactly what the fuck I said.
- Look, I'm gonna give Jay a call
and have her give you a call.
- Yes, please call Jay and can you get out
so we can get dressed, please?
- Please!
- You telling me to get the fuck out. This is my house.
See you got the young man right here closest to the door
so she can, or whether, where he can protect your punk ass.
- Excuse you?
- I hope one of you young men wore a condom.
[quiet suspenseful music]
- All cell phones, wallets,
anything in your pocket goes in the bin.
Stay in a single file until I move you forward.
Empty your wallets. All keys.
Any valuables, any phones, put in the bin.
E!
- What's going on?
- Take this for me.
I seen the new judge.
- I gotta help Penny Street.
The people coming outta Spangler's courtroom.
- Ah, just do it, man.
I won't be long.
- If I get a whole lot of crap from Spangler.
I'm sending it straight to you.
- I'm not scared of her.
- [E] Step up.
- Welcome to a municipal court, your Honor.
- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Jim.
I'm Chief Martins Bailiff.
Follow me.
Never seen a race as close as yours.
What'd you win by? Three votes or something?
- Six. Don't short change me.
Is it always like this?
- It's always a mad house, but this is unusual.
- Oh!
Well, what is his deal?
- That's Larry Still.
He's a loopy army vet type.
Pitiful guy.
See that woman next to him?
- The one with the big scarf?
- Yeah.
That's his sister. Both of them are crazy.
Runs in a family, I guess.
- Oh, who are you telling?
[cellphone ringing]
- What's up Gus? They got you working today.
I gotta say you got everybody around here a little shocked.
You're the first female black judge here. And at 31.
- Starting behind the eight ball battle
because of the recount.
I didn't get certified until last week.
I didn't get to come in early and acclimate.
- Martin's aware. He's only got you doing motion work today.
You'll be okay.
We're glad you're here though.
We've been short a judge a while.
Barbara's got our work cut out for ya.
- Barbara, that's the clerk of courts, right?
- Yeah.
Air traffic control's got nothing on her.
She keeps this place together.
- You know I can take a docket. Looks like you need me.
- Alan was very clear on what he wanted.
Besides, who wants this, kind of, trial by fire?
- It's the only kind I know about.
[cellphone ringing]
- Didn't you come from corporate law?
- Yeah.
Sorry. Uh. Where's the ladies?
- Oh, bathroom's right there.
And I'll give you five minutes.
- Yeah. Thank you.
[woman crying]
[door creaks]
[Jay sighs]
[door creaks]
[sink pouring]
[woman sniffles]
Judge Spangler, right?
- Yes.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah. I just, uh, got some news.
That's all. A bit of nothing.
So, uh...
interesting campaign you ran.
- Thank you.
- It was smart. The way you hit all those churches.
- That's, uh, worked the edges.
- So you praying Christian or just a politicking one?
- You worried about my soul?
- Not my place.
[cellphone ringing]
And, be careful when you take the bench.
You don't wanna roll over the bottom of your rob.
You'll face plant.
Welcome aboard.
- So sorry, Judge.
- Be more careful.
- So sorry.
[Jay exhales]
[pills clattering]
[suspenseful music]
[pills clattering]
[Jay sighs]
- No shortcuts.
You got this.
You think she has a problem with me?
- Yep.
Then again, she has a problem with everybody.
- Oh.
- You wanna see if the judge is in?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
And this is your office.
- Oh wow.
Look at these huge windows.
- Nice.
- I need some big curtains.
Is that mine?
Oh wow.
- And this is Jean.
- Judge Zelma Jay Johnson.
So very nice to meet you.
- It's nice to meet you.
- Well, Judge Graves has been like a five year old
on Christmas Eve waiting to see you.
Come on, let's go meet him.
- Yeah.
- Next, empty your pockets
[loud beep]
Here's your receipt for it, we'll put it in the camera.
Next.
Can I trust you to keep this off?
- Yeah.
- Don't let anyone see it.
- Okay.
- Do me a favor, talk to Barbara.
Let her know I need more clean checks.
Let the cabinets getting for.
- What are you gonna do?
- You gotta let a few of them through.
- You know, people are gonna end up seeing that.
Some have them, some don't.
- Got a better plan?
- All right, keep it moving.
- Keep it off. Make sure no one sees it.
[Graves snoring]
- Judge...
Judge!
- Oh, it's you! Jay Johnson.
I've been waiting for you.
- Judge Graves.
- Howard. Howard.
Have a seat.
I hear your husband was your campaign manager.
- Yeah. I couldn't have done it without him.
Yeah. You know he's lived in Atlanta forever,
so he understands these streets. Yeah.
Might have been. He's not in them anymore.
- You can't judge a man about where he was born.
Only by what he did and why did he's there?
- Yeah.
- I heard you speak at the Republican club.
You said everything they wanted to hear
without saying anything at all!
[Howard laughs]
That's what I knew you were a bad bitch!
- Judge!
Judge, we talked about this.
- Y'all worry too much. She knows what I mean.
Don't ya sis?
- Best part of my day so far.
- [Howard] So who have you met so far?
- Judge Spangler.
- She can be a little prickly.
- Hm.
- But, but it's not her fault.
She's alone and fat and no one let her forget it.
- Judge.
You know they don't use the term "fat" anymore.
Heavy set, if you have to say it, but then again,
is there a reason for you to say it at all?
- How is she gonna know what I'm talking about
if I don't say it? She's fat.
Hell, I'm fat!
You know, I'm a man so people don't care.
I'm retiring in two years. Count 'em one, two.
What are they gonna do to me?
- We need to get back to arraignments now.
We gotta move these people outta here.
Look, I know Alan wanted you to dive into
the backlog of motions,
but I'm calling an audible.
Are you ready to take arraignment docket?
- Thank God.
- Judge, can she have Jean for today?
- Anything for ol' sis.
- Jean won't let you screw anything up.
You haven't been sworn in, have you?
- No.
- Judge, I'm gonna need you to do that for me, please.
- Oh, I'd be glad to.
Jean, can you get me a bible up in here?
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Okay, you raise your right hand and repeat after me.
All right. Jay Johnson.
- Where's Officer Mercer?
- Called in sick.
- What about Smith?
- Fired him two weeks ago.
- Get whoever we have outside to handle the overflow.
- Are you seeing what I'm seeing? They're grouping up.
- I know. Get Elton out here.
Have him wrangle some. You stay on top of the rest.
- You want us to wrangle by color, right?
I can have Elton take care of his people
and then I take-
- I need you to do what I ask you
to do without a whole lot of commentary.
How about that?
- All right.
- Let me help you with that.
- Thank you.
- Nervous?
Oh, don't be, you got this.
- There you go.
You look great.
I love it. How do you feel?
- Ah, good.
- Great.
So you're comfortable with the procedure? Yeah?
- I have it. I do.
Looked at those other courts to, um,
not only to make sure I knew how it was done,
but also to assess different approaches.
- Judge, I'd love to hear all about it another time.
Right now we gotta plea them and street them. Okay?
Rule on all of the small no contest, and guilties.
And then send the more complicated ones,
mostly domestic violence for pre-sentencing evaluation.
Okay?
Now judge, of course you can do is you please.
But that's just the flow of things here, okay?
All right, let's go.
[Jay breathes deeply]
- All rise for the honorable Judge Jay Johnson.
- Shit!
[Jay clears throat]
Uh oh.
- Judge please.
Seven, pound, red, seven, blue.
Got it?
[Jay clicks tongue]
- Good.
Cause I can't be up here all day trying to figure out
what's wrong with the button you pushed.
Let's start on an easy one.
- Thank you.
- Case number 645273.
Alison Baker.
- Ms. Alison Baker,
you've been charged with driving while under the influence.
Sorry.
[Jay gulps]
Ms. Allison Baker,
you've been charged with driving while under the influence.
It is a first degree misdemeanor punishable
by a maximum of six months in jail and a $1,000 fine.
Do you understand the nature of the charges?
- I do.
- Judge. We'd like to enter a plea of not guilty.
- Good. I'll accept that plea.
- Judge, we're two months out on pre-trial dates.
- Does counsel waive time?
- Indeed, we do, your honor.
- Great.
Step over to the deputy clerk and get your date.
Next?
- [Man] How'd you get your phone in here?
- You better watch your damn mouth.
Why the fuck you worried about my phone?
Mind your business.
- Judge.
You need to say something to threaten them with contempt.
Something.
Whatever you say, sell it.
I only have one officer here and he's with the prisoner.
- What you want to do?
- You know what?
- What the fuck you want to do?
- Hey.
- Hey, you in the back!
I don't wanna hear another word
coming from either one of you
unless you're answering a question from me or my staff.
And the next word that comes outta your mouth
will send you straight to jail.
You got that?
Lemme see, you nod, emphatically.
- Nicely done.
You have kids?
- No, but I got a whole ass family that acts like that.
- All right. Case number 6547...
[bass heavy hip-hop music]
- Yo. Dre, get your boy, man.
How many times you gonna text her?
- Til I catch her.
- Mad thirsty, my n####.
- n####, how's that thirsty?
This is a woman you keep.
Something you wouldn't know nothing about.
- See? Least you got somebody to text.
n####, you ain't got no hoes in your phone.
- No bitches.
- I got five, six bitches I could call right now.
Both of your mamas included.
- I bet none of 'em answer for your ass either.
- All right, all right.
I ain't got no bitches, all right.
But at least I ain't sending up hella texts
to a woman who ain't sending back no bubbles.
- n####, she out there doing something new and deep, man.
She need to know what I'm here for her.
- But you-
- Got a woman you couldn't get anywhere near.
- That's a fact.
- You handle your business and I'll handle mine.
- Yeah. All right, n####.
- Get your man some bitches. He hurtin'.
- Hell D, I think this man allergic to bitches.
- Allergic to bitches lying with y'all all day.
Simp ass n####s.
- And that's final.
[gavel knocks]
- [White man] You just had to sit across from me.
- [Black Man] I can sit wherever the fuck I want.
- [Jay] Ay!
What did I say?
The next person that I hear talking out of turn
will go straight to jail.
You got that?
- Hey, you got your phone?
- I got it. Send out a text, see who's up.
- Oh, so you got your phone?
- And?
- Judge,
we've gotta get this guy in the box next
and free up that officer, okay?
- Okay.
- Case number 5467S18.
- The heck happened to you?
Has he seen a doctor?
- He's fine, your Honor.
Looks worse than it is.
- Judge. All I wanted to do was talk to her.
- We'll get to that.
But what I wanna know first is do you need to see a doctor?
- I'm fine.
This is all a big mistake.
- You've been charged with resisting arrest,
aggravated menacing, stalking, and domestic violence.
All charges are first degree misdemeanors,
each punishable by a maximum of six months in jail
and a $1,000 fine.
- Uh. Your Honor, my client wishes to plead no contest
with an opportunity to be heard.
- I'll accept your plea of no contest to all of the charges.
Mr. Prosecutor,
can I have a recitation of the underlying facts
supporting the charges?
- Mr. Anderson was tapping on the glass
at Bo's Cajun Bistro and entered the premises.
- And?
- Well, that's it.
- Ask for the police report.
- Just read me what you have on the police report.
- The owners call the police
and Mr. Anderson resisted arrest.
- And what does the police report say about the resisting?
- Well, it's a big brief.
- Back the fuck up!
- You know you got a smart ass mouth.
- Fuck that supposed to mean?
- You know what it means.
- That's it? It just says resisted, no explanation.
Do you have Mr. Anderson's arrest record?
- Your Honor, we have 75 people to arrange this morning.
I can't-
- So what am I supposed to do here?
Hmm?
- This man have a history of bothering women.
- I didn't know those other women,
but Beth and I are married.
- They're not, he's confused.
- So let me get this straight.
So what you were saying to me is that
they were not in any kind of intimate relationship at all.
- No, your Honor.
- So then why are you charging him with domestic violence?
- Well, that one may have been a bit of a stretch,
but I'm willing to dismiss that charge.
- Help me out here, Mr. Prosecutor, what are we doing?
- Look, your honor,
I thought I had a judge that that knew something about-
- Is one of the arresting officers here?
Is the complaining witness here? Anything?
- [Prosecutor] Uh. No.
Ms. Myers didn't have time to come to court today, so...
but this guy has a mental health issue.
He's a constant menace.
Police get called on him all the time.
- I can't just take your word for it
and convict him for everything you charged him
and completely ignore the fact that you can't even
articulate any evidence to support it.
- Why don't you just hand it over, man?
What is your problem?
- Y'all need to back up.
- Come on guys.
- Get your hands off me, man.
[cymbal crashes]
[angry hip-hop music]
[men grunting]
- You've pled guilty to all the charges, Mr. Anderson?
Now I have to take the prosecutor's word as to what
occurred. And if I do, then what he stated is the basis
for a loitering charge.
I can imagine that we have enough
for the disorderly conduct as well.
- The city dismisses the rest.
But we ask that a protection order on behalf of Ms. Meyers,
be part of any probationary conditions.
- Mr. Anderson,
I find you guilty of loitering and disorderly conduct.
Now, I'm gonna send you the probation and schedule
a sentencing date.
What I want is an update and a report
on what is going on with you.
And maybe we can stop this merry-go-round.
The prosecutors is saying that you have with women.
As a condition of bond, however you are,
to stay at least 500 feet away from Beth Meyers.
You cannot go within 500 feet of her place of employment
or her home.
Now, I'm not sure at all what happened to you out here.
But the fact of the matter is,
just because you did something wrong does not mean that
anyone can do anything to you.
And I hope that the city has a look into what happened here.
That said, I want to remind you
and make this very, very clear, Mr. Anderson.
Beth Meyers is no longer a part of your life.
You go anywhere near her, and I mean anywhere,
you are going straight to jail.
- Sorry, I guess I just got carried away.
- No, carried away is what you'll be
if you go anywhere near Beth Meyers.
She's a finished story in your book.
You understand me?
- I promise.
[gavel bangs]
[men grunting]
[man shouts]
[loud bang]
- Hey!
Hey!
- Judge. Judge! Judge!
We gotta go.
We gotta move faster than that guys courage.
[men grunting]
- Get to your chambers.
- Oh shit!
- Come on. Get up. Get up. You're okay.
[Jay moaning]
- [Jean] Judge.
Help her out?
[man laughs]
- Sorry.
- Selma Jay Johnson, nice to finally meet you.
- Chief Judge Allen. It's the easy first day, huh?
- Yeah yeah yeah.
- I wanted to be there to swear you in. But I...
Nevermind.
- Guys. Seriously. Get to your chambers.
Get to your chambers now!
- Let's go.
["Mask Off" by Future playing]
[door creaking]
- You gonna spend the rest of the night
falling into that bottle?
[shower running]
- It's my house.
- You say that shit all the time.
- It's always true.
- Would it kill you to treat me like, I dunno...
A person?
You take every opportunity you get
to make me feel like...
- Like, like...
- Oh mm mm!
Oh, you got a lot of nerve.
You're a special boy with messy taste.
[woman mumbles]
- Well...
- Ah! Be careful how you treat me.
Who you gonna find that you don't have to pay
to do the shit that I do for you?
- You would be amazed when you hear the wrong answer.
You may not be on my hard drive yet,
but you're on your way.
- [Woman] Hello?
- Take care of that.
- You take care of that.
- Hey, can I just get my money?
- And gimme some too for that attitude.
- Nah, nah. You owe me an extra two hundred.
- I figured you the price you quoted.
- And we did way more shit than I agreed to!
You be here workin' underhand, I'm getting my money,
that I made myself.
- Pay the bitch her money. She earned it.
And gimme something too for that attitude.
- Thank you!
- Man, y'all fuckin' weird.
- Well, I sell sex [unintelligible] and I seen some shit.
- Well, when she leaves...
[man laughs]
She would be like-
- Ah, I'm not going anywhere.
- We'll see about that.
- Oh. That fucking...
- Hello?
Can I get a towel?
[door creaks]
- Jay.
[door creaks]
[door shuts]
[tv commercial plays]
Baby.
Jay!
- I'm back here.
[hip-hop music]
♪ Black, black, black, black
- What are you doing?
- What it look like what I'm doing?
- And my food will be where?
- I thought to complete the entire bitch persona,
I would go to work, pay all the bills, come home,
make myself some dinner and leave you sitting there.
- All day.
All day. I've been playing to support you.
I don't get any breakfast. I make you coffee.
I text you all day. But you can't do nothing but ignore.
- Bitch was busy.
- I played a good, n####, so wife could, check this out,
go and get a job to pay less than one she has.
I'm him. And now you can't answer the phone.
- Have you any idea what I went through today?
- Answer my text and I would know, but nah,
bitch was too busy.
- [Reporter] Today was Judge Jay's first day in court
and an all out brawl broke out inside of the courtroom.
- What the fuck did you do?
- I didn't do anything, but that is how my day went.
- All right, Jay.
All right.
- Is it? Is this gonna be our new normal?
You and bitchin' and moaning
about the way that I provide for us?
Yes, I'm making less money,
but I did that in part
so that I could spend more time at home.
And you made it very clear
that although you love that check
those 80 hour work weeks left you with a lot of time
on your hands. Shall we talk about Laquisha?
- Another hell of bullets, I'm not looking to walk into.
- Oh my God, what do you want?
Hmm?
- What are you asking for me?
Before you answer that,
let me remind you that despite
what we let the public to believe,
you are not my husband.
Anybody can leave at any time.
As you are so fond of saying "no problems, no paperwork."
[fork clinks]
- How was your day?
- Not as bad as you think.
- [Darryl] How so?
- Your food is in the fridge.
- Now that I'm being a good boy?
- Something like that.
- [Darryl] So other than the brawl, how was it?
[Jay sighs]
- I'm not gonna lie,
that shit was intimidating as fuck.
I mean, all that research that I did,
it tells you what to do,
but not how to get it done under pressure.
I mean, the first few cases that I had, I was like,
what the heck?
But then I kind of found my rhythm about five in,
then started it to feel like home.
- At home?
- Mm hm.
- You?
[both laugh]
- I don't know, I just,
it just feels like this might be the right space for me.
Like Mr. Anderson, huh?
He's been getting chewed up by the system
and clearly he is out there doing the wrong thing,
but he has a lot of mental issues
that they're not dealing with,
so they just beat him up.
But, I don't wanna be that kind of judge.
I'm not gonna just run them through.
- My baby.
- [Reporter] I just got news that a body was found
in the parking lot of Bo's Cajun Bistro
and Ms. Beth A. Myers was found dead
approximately one hour ago.
The owner tells us that the suspect
had been creeping around the restaurant for months.
Just a few hours ago.
The same Judge Jay Johnson,
put a restraining order on him to no avail.
She was found in the parking lot and a few blocks up,
he was found deceased with self-inflicted wounds.
- Jay, you okay?
[emotional piano music]
- Guess I just got carried away.
- [distorted] Babe, what's goin' on? Babe!
Hey what's goin' on?
[orchestral sting]
[suspenseful music]
[seatbelt unbuckling]
[woman groans]
[muffled crying]
[leaves crunching]
[woman screams]
[gunshot]
[sultry orchestral music]
♪ I heard him say chivalry was dead ♪
♪ I could see it in your eyes, you scared ♪
♪ 'Cuz there ain't nothing for you here ♪
♪ Lot of skeletons in my closet, yeah ♪
♪ Baby, destruction is part of the plan ♪
♪ I'm your leader, the emperor, the man ♪
♪ Imma need my respect in advance ♪
♪ And if you get offended, too bad ♪
♪ 'Cuz I'm the heart eater
♪ I'm the heart eater, baby, it's a dinner date ♪
♪ Imma ate your soul I, soul I
♪ Soul I, Soul I, Soul I, Soul I ♪
♪ Think about it, dream about it, if you wanna stay ♪
♪ Then you can't leave now, leave now, leave now ♪