Treme (2010–2013): Season 1, Episode 3 - Right Place, Wrong Time - full transcript

Albert makes a shocking discovery; Davis barters freedom for piano lessons; Antoine hits rock bottom; Annie gets a birthday gig.

( metal creaking )

( moaning )

You know what they call
my instrument, right?

Huh? Musicians, I mean.

The 'bone.
( grunting )

Oh, yeah, play the 'bone.

( laughing )

Eh, tell me something.

How'd you get a FEMA trailer so quick?

Baby, how do you think
I got one so quick?

Hey, I got beignets.

- ( baby laughs )
- who you fucking?

- What?
- I ain't playing, Antoine.

I know you fucking one
of them hoes at that club.

Desiree, you're wrong.

I was hanging with the cats
from the band, playing cards.

- Damn.
- Don't treat me like I'm stupid

While I'm stuck out here
raising your child.

Now listen, I'm on Bourbon
Street for one purpose,

I don't wanna be playing
in no tourist trap titty bar

- I can't stand that gig.
- Quit then.

- And do what?
- Play someplace else.

They ain't got
shit else out there.

I mean, half the clubs
still closed, Desiree.

Boy, if it wasn't for
the storm, I would've...

If it wasn't
for the storm, what?

I don't know why you
gotta fight all the time.

We wouldn't be living
together, right?

- ( groans )
- you'd be at your place?

Me and the baby would be at my
mama's? That's what you mean, right?

( mumbling )
you... you said it.

Hey, if you don't
want us around,

We can go by my mama
and 'em in Memphis.

Ain't no thing.

It's up to you.
You want us here?

- Yeah, I do!
- You sure?



I couldn't get through
this shit without y'all.

Then you need to act like it.

I'm saying the way we do,

You ain't got reason
to even think

About going nowhere else.

( chuckles, moans )

- Am I lying?
- No no, you sure ain't.

If you ain't got
nothing for me now,

I'm gonna know for sure.

Oh no, it's all good, girl.

It's... All good.

- Oh...
- It better be good.

( groans )

( jazz music playing )

♪ hangin' in the Tremé ♪

♪ watching people sashay ♪

♪ past my steps ♪

♪ by my porch ♪

♪ in front of my door ♪

♪ church bells
are ringin' ♪

♪ choirs are singing ♪

♪ while the preachers groan ♪

♪ and the sisters moan ♪

♪ in a blessed tone ♪

- ♪ mmm-hmm ♪
- ♪ yeah ♪

♪ down in the Tremé ♪

♪ just me and my baby ♪

♪ we're all going crazy ♪

♪ while jamming
and having fun ♪

♪ trumpet bellsinging ♪

♪ bass drum is swinging ♪

♪ as the trombone groans ♪

♪ and the big horn moans ♪

♪ and there's a saxophone ♪

♪ down in the Tremé♪

♪ it's me and my baby ♪

♪ we're all going crazy ♪

♪ while jamming
and having fun ♪

♪ down in the Tremé ♪

♪ it's me and my baby ♪

♪ we're all going crazy ♪

♪ while jamming
and having fun. ♪


Man: All right, that's
enough out of you, asshole.

- Hey.
- Toni, thank God!

Hey, get ready to sue somebody,

Because this is some bullshit.

What happened, Davis?

A violation of my civil
rights, that's what happened.

Look, all I'm doing
is standing with my man Mason

- In front of my house, my
home, where I live. - Mm-hmm.

We're talking holding
a couple of beers.

A jeep rolls up...
"Louisiana national guard."

The guy says to us,
"pour those out."

I'm like, "dude, seriously?

What part of Louisiana
are you from?"

I mean, we invented the go cup.

Shit, we invented the
drive-thru daiquiri shop.

They stopped you
for open container?

- Look... - that ordinance
isn't even on the books anymore.

You know what
it really was, right?

You think
the national guard stops

If it's two white boys
on the street

Instead of Mason and me?

They jack you up
and let the black guy walk?

That's one hell
of a racial profile.

Mm, bet it wasn't Mason
who yelled out,

"go the fuck back
to fallujah."

- Are you drunk or crazy?
- No, I'm pissed off.

For four months I've had
an army of occupation

Rolling through
my neighborhood.

On the side of the jeep
it says "military police."

So I said to him, "do I look like
the military to you, motherfucker?

You can't police me."

This town is barely hanging on.

The cops are wound tight.
The guardsmen are on edge.

You can't push it, all right?

- We're the ones getting pushed.
- Davis...

You do not motherfuck
the national guard.

I just want my city back.

( TV chatter )

Eggs scrambled or fried, ma?

Don't fix me anything.

How come?
I got grits on.

- Ma, you know what would help me out?
- Hmm?

If you could spend
some time in Baton Rouge,

Keep an eye on your grandkids.

Got plenty of room
at the house up there.

You know I can't go
to no Baton Rouge.

Just for a week or two.

Come on, you know you wanna
see Randall and Alcide.

But what if David comes home
and I'm not here?

How he gonna come home?

- Daymo's somewhere locked up.
- Say who?

That lady lawyer?

She ain't done nothing but
take us on a damn goose Chase.

Mama, Toni doing
what she can do.

I don't believe my son was in
that jail in the first place.

Ma, you saw
the picture, remember?

It could've been somebody
who looked like David.

Let me fix you a plate.

You ought to eat
a little bit of something.

- Baton Rouge.
- Ma.

Ladonna, I don't know
where your brother is,

But I do know wherever he at,

He's thinking about this house

And trying to get back to it.

And you talking about
some Baton Rouge.

Now I'm gonna stay right here.

I'll be here when
David come in that door.

- ( helicopter whirring )
- where you at, chief?

Hey, bro.

Lights are back on.
You know that, right?

Well, some good news
for a change, huh?

Obituaries, huh?

Plenty of them since the storm.

You looking for
somebody special?

I heard tell
a young dude took

A hell of a ass-whooping
last week.

Constance street, I heard.

They say he's still laid up
at university hospital.

It's a rough world out here.

Me, I try to live
by that golden rule.

( switch clicks )

I'm gonna have
to rewire all this.

That boy gonna live?

Up to God, I suppose.

Hey, you cool?

I'm gonna get it done
as long as I can.

- Hold it down then, chief.
- All right, bro.

( door opens )

- Hey, Harvey.
- Janette.

What's going on? You got the
check for last month, right?

I did, but I've got
some bad news

And I wanted to come by and tell
in person.

- Okay.
- I have to put you on week to week.

Three years I've been
buying meat from you.

Never late a payment
but this one time.

I'm sorry, darlin'.
I just can't carry you.

It's gonna have to be
pay as you go, week to week.

- I'm sorry.
- Hey, Harvey, do me a favor.

Don't spread it around
that I'm in any trouble.

Darlin', how do
you think I heard?

( door opens )

What do I owe?

Oh, just be thankful I've
got a soft spot for musicians.

Come on, Toni, you pro bonoed
my last three arrests.

I gotta pay something.
Not that I have any money.

I'm sort of between jobs
right now, but...

( gasps ) hey, you
wanna learn the guitar?

I could do lessons.

I taught music for three
years at Mcdonogh 15.

Yeah, until the marijuana
charge anyway.

- Seriously, Toni. Come on, I owe you.
- No takers on guitar.

- My daughter's learning piano actually.
- There you go!

A rhythm and blues

I can give her lessons.

- You play piano too?
- Some.

Does your daughter know
how to play "Tipitina"?

Then how can you say
that she's learning piano?

Come on, Toni.

Your child needs
to get up into some fess.

( men speaking Spanish )

How long you figure?

I think we can
get it done today.

All right, then.
About time.

( honking )

Hey, baby.
( giggling )

How'd it go?

- Mm.
- Uh...

- Total runaround.
- What?

- He's saying they still gotta make a determination.
- Determination?

If it's wind damage,
they pay it one way.

If it's flood,
they pay another.

- It's confusing as hell.
- Shit.

Four months and them good hands
people ain't close to writing a check.

- ( clamor )
- but this is happening, huh?

Yeah, finally.

Hey look, I wanna
take you to lunch,

But I gotta get back on the road
before the kids get out of school.

- That's okay. I'll see you Sunday.
- All right.

Hey, Larry?

Something else I wanna ask.

You think I could talk
to your brother Bernard,

See if maybe he can find out
where they got Daymo locked up?

Oh baby, Bernard doesn't have
anything to do with the prisons.

But he got connections, right?

I'm getting the feeling that our
lawyer's just running in circles.

Look, if I thought
Bernard could help,

I would have
suggested it months ago.

Some reason why I shouldn't
talk to your brother?

Nah, I just don't know
what he could do.

He's a civil judge.

You know, I've never asked your
family for any kind of favor.

I know how they feel about me.

- Oh, come on, Ladonna.
- No, huh-uh, listen.

Right now I don't give a shit

Unless you got a problem with
me talking to your brother.

No. No problem.

- You want me to call him?
- Thank you, baby.

- I hope he can help.
- Me too.

- See ya.
- I'll see you Sunday.

You bet.

( men speaking Spanish,
laughing )

- Raoul, you better get your ass back on that roof.
- ( car engine starts )

( jazz music playing )

Big chief.

Come on in here, boy.

I been trying to find you and
yours. Where your father at?

- Big chief needs his wild man.
- Don't know.

Ain't nobody heard from him
since the storm.

- He could be anywhere in this damn country.
- Yeah.

Me, I ended up in Arizona
with a friend.

- I kinda like it, actually.
- Arizona?

Well, you back home now.

Came back to see
about the house now that

They're letting people back
in the lower nine to check.

Our house is messed up bad.

I got no idea what it's
gonna take to fix it up,

Even if it can be.

I'll go take a look
at it with you.

I appreciate it.

- You gonna make a new suit?
- Every year.

Might use last year's patches,
but I got some ideas.

- What if they cancel carnival?
- Shit.

Where you think
you at, Arizona?

( playing "la vie en rose" )

- Hey, terrific.
- Thanks.

How long have you
been playing the fiddle?

My whole life.
Since I was, like, seven.

- It shows 'cause you got a lot of style.
- Thank you.

- Man: You play mostly jazz...
- Pretty decent for a weekday.

- I got a favor to ask.
- What's up?

Can I take this money
off the top?

I'll pay you back off the top
of tomorrow's take.

I need to take care
of something.

I was wondering when the shit

Was gonna make its way
back from Houston.

No, man, not that.

Tomorrow's Annie's birthday.
I wanna buy her a present.

Yeah, okay.
Go ahead, loverboy.

But don't tell her.
It's a surprise.

Present, no powder.
You heard me?

Shit, man.
The storm cleaned me up.

Cleaned up the whole town.

Annie: Bye.

- Eh, who was that?
- I don't know. Some guy.

That was Tom McDermott.

He didn't introduce himself?

He said Tom.
He didn't say McDermott.

He's fuckin' great.
I didn't recognize him.

Sonny, why didn't
you say something?

Like what? Ask him
for his autograph?

He's a musician,
I'm a musician.

What did he want?

He just talked.

- About what?
- Music.

That's all.

Mason: You drinking
those by yourself, man.

Hanging on the street with white
people is like to get me shot.

- Fuck the national guard.
- You provoked them people.

I'm lucky I'm not locked up
right now my damn self.

- Again.
- Say what?

- ( barks )
- McAlary: Again!

- You didn't see that?
- See what?



Mason: What the fuck
is wrong with you, boy?

What the...


( dog barking )

Structurally it looks solid.

Still on its foundations
at any rate.

Mm, but that mold...
I don't know.

I hear they got plans
for the lower nine.

They gonna bulldozer all of it,

Give the land
to developers.

That's why you need
to come back.

They can't bulldoze nothing

- If the homeowners don't allow it.
- Who gonna stop 'em?

Your father would understand
what I'm talking about.

- Jesse would know.
- How to stop a bulldozer?

Motherfuckers think
people won't fight.

And most won't,

But some will.

( grunts )

The birds ain't even coming
back to this neighborhood.

- You notice?
- Mm.

- Jesse had a boat?
- Yeah.

Why he ain't take it out
for the storm?

Come here.
Help me with this.

- Oh, Jesus!
- Daddy?

- ( flies buzzing )
- oh my lord.

- Lambreaux: Oh.
- ( dogs barking )

( coughing, retching )

♪ got to cure myself
of insecurity ♪

♪ I've been
in the wrong place ♪

♪ must have been
the wrong time ♪

♪ I've been
in the right place ♪

♪ must have been
the wrong song ♪

♪ I've been
in the right place ♪

♪ seems like
the wrong song ♪

♪ I've been
in the right world ♪

♪ but it seems like wrong
wrong wrong wrong wrong... ♪


That's a pretty good
Beaujolais right there.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

Depending on what you're
gonna drink it with.

Probably won't drink it
with anything.

I'll take it.
I'll take this.

$19.99, please.

( coins jingling )

( register beeping )

- Do you need a bag?
- No.

- Uh, that's $10.
- Okay.

And one, two, three...

( sirens blaring )

Dr. John. You know,
listen. The fact is...

I know some of y'all recognize
Wardell Quezergue chart

On an old Danny Barker
version of this.

Yeah, you gonna call the Indians
like you did on the album?

Well, it might cause
some "confusementalism"

Amongst the
Lincoln Center set, but...

- ( laughter )
- and you know, some of the gangs

Ain't gonna like me
singing "Indian Red" anyway

Because this is
their most sacred song.

But we gonna do this
with the most love

And respect that we can
for the tradition.

- You okay with that, Delmond?
- Yeah, it's fine by me.

Well, your pa might cop
a attitude, but...

- He tends to do that.
- Well, let's do this sucker.

All right.

One, two, one, two, three...

- ( cell phone ringing )
- shit shit.

( cell phone beeps )

Aw, shit.

Call me when you get this.

Wild man Jesse's dead.

I found the body.

( helicopters whirring )

♪ golden eagles,
wild magnolias ♪

♪ of the little red,
white and blue ♪

♪ pretty monogram hunters
that won't bow down ♪

♪ on nobody's ground ♪

♪ I love to hear them call
my Indian Red ♪

♪ now here come the spy boy ♪

- ♪ spy boy ♪
- ♪ flag boy ♪

♪ check out
the crazy wild man ♪

♪ the wildest in the lowlands,
and he loved our queen ♪

♪ queen of New Orleans ♪

♪ I love to hear them call
my Indian red... ♪


Here comes big chief
Tootie Montana

Of the yellow Pocahontas.

Big chief Rudy
of the ninth ward hunters.

Big chief Monk Boudreaux
of the golden eagles.

Big chief Jake
of the white eagles.

Big chief Bo Dollis
of the wild magnolias.

Big chief Pete
of the black eagles.

Thank you for taking the time
to sit down with me, sheriff.

Well New Orleans lawyer,

All the way out here
in the bayou country...

Glad to make the time,
Miss Bernette.

Now what's your concern
with inmate Brooks?

The man you're holding
is not David Maurice Brooks.

I need you
to find out who he is

To make it clear to the Orleans
parish sheriff's department

They've lost a prisoner.

- And how should I go about that?
- D.N.A. Test or fingerprints.

On whose authority?

Sheriff Babineaux,
I'm certain you can relate

To the anguish of a family
trying to locate a loved one

After the chaos
of the hurricane.

Well, he came in here
under the name of David Brooks.

Now he might not be
your David Brooks,

But he sure as hell's
my David Brooks...

Till Orleans parish or the state
of Louisiana tells me different.

Let me see
if I understand this.


You're not gonna find out
who you have in your custody?

I know who I have
in my custody.

As to the prisoners
that O.P.P. Sent here...

They're in the custody
of that parish.

I'm just assisting them
with the detention.

And getting FEMA money for every
prisoner you keep locked down.

I do believe there isn't anything
else for us to discuss, miss Bernette.

You drive safe going back.

Dr. John: ♪ he don't bow
down on nobody's ground ♪

♪ I love to hear them call ♪

♪ love to hear them call ♪

♪ love to hear them call ♪

♪ love to hear them call ♪

- ♪ the big chief ♪
- man: ♪ big chief ♪

♪ big chief ♪

♪ big chief of the nation ♪

♪ wild wild creation ♪

♪ he don't bow down
on nobody's ground ♪

♪ I love to hear them call
my Indian Red ♪

♪ jockomo feeno ah Na ah Na ♪

♪ jockomo feeno ah Na ah Na ♪

♪ jockomo feeno ah Na ah Na ♪

♪ jockomo feeno ah Na ah Na ♪

♪ jockomo feeno ah Na ah Na ♪

♪ jockomo feeno ah Na ah Na ♪

♪ jockomo feeno ah Na ah Na ♪

♪ jockomo feeno
ah Na ah Na... ♪

Y'all better get out the way.


This here the Indians' day.

♪ jockomo feeno
ah Na ah Na. ♪

- This mine?
- Man: Yeah, go for it.

Man, I love New York
every time through.

Glad I came up
for this charity thing.

- You dig New York, you oughta see Paris.
- Man: Yeah.

It's a big world outside
New Orleans, brother.

Paris... ah, now that's
the gig, yeah.

Delmond: To live here or over in Europe,

Places where they actually
respect musicians...

I'm saying you blow better than
half the cats in New York, shorty.

If you was up here to live,

Pssh, ain't no telling
how far you'll take it.

Look, brother, music is music.

Doesn't matter
where you live.

You don't miss home?

New Orleans,
they hype the music,

But they don't love
the musicians.

I mean, look at how guys
gotta leave to get their due:

Pops, Prima, Wynton.

I mean,
the tradition is there,

But that city will grind
you down if you let it.

Look, man, we done been
around the world.

Y'all know we done played every
type of gig you can think of.

- But there's no place like New Orleans.
- Yeah.

- Nowhere, huh?
- Man: That's right.

Come on.
( chuckles )

( R&B music playing )

Staci and Chantel on deck.

- Man: Shake that money-maker! -
Announcer: Staci and Chantel on deck.

Man #2: Come on, up close to the pole.

- Hey, Batiste. How's
that 'bone? - Huh-uh.

Whoa, what'd I do?

Girl, you trying to put me
out of my happy home.

- Huh.
- Now I know.

Go shake your ass
and make some money.

- Where you at, homes?
- All right.

Look it here. Let's do
some cuttin' up tonight.

I'm sick of this
simple shit we playing.

Nothing wrong
with what we playing.

No, I'm saying
just take it up a notch.

Man, they don't come to see us.

They come to see the bitches.

- Got your bags packed yet, Batiste?
- What you mean?

Don't tell me
you haven't heard about

That big charity gig
in New York.

They have Kermit, shorty,
Charlie Miller.

- Lincoln Center, bro.
- Lincoln Center?

Man, I thought you was all
tight with Kermit and shit.

- Man, y'all come to play or did you come to talk shit?
- All those heavy cats

You talking about
jamming with all the time...

And here you are
in this joint with us.

- Ain't that a bitch?
- ( guys snickering )

- I need a fucking drink.
- ( guffawing )

Why is that goddamn blue tarp

Back on the roof again?

What happened to Riley?

He didn't get it all done.

So that triflin'
motherfucker shows up,

Takes out the old shingles
and then disappears?

- He said he'll be back on Monday.
- Monday?

What the fuck's wrong
with tomorrow?

You know what?
Huh-uh, huh-uh.

I ain't even gonna get
stressed out about this.

( dialing )

( ringing )

Man: You've reached
the Williams' residence.

- Leave a message.
- ( beeps )

( sweetly ) how you doing,
Bernard? It's your sister-in-law.

I'm sorry to call you
at home, but I left you

A couple of messages
at your office.

I hope you got those.

Larry told me he talked to you

And I'm hoping that we can
talk as soon as possible

About my brother's situation.

Please call as soon
as you get this message.

Doesn't matter how late.


Okay? Talk soon.


( grunts )

( voices whispering )

Boy: Shh shh.

( whispering continues )


What you doing, boy?
You stealing from me?

No, sir, I wasn't stealing.

What you trying to take?

- Answer me, boy!
- I wasn't stealing, man, I swear.

Put your pants on.

Get your girl and go.

( "I don't stand a ghost of
a chance with you" playing )

Let me get some of that.
Let me get some of that.

All right...

Okay, hold on.
Me and you, me and you.

♪ I need your love so badly ♪

♪ I love you oh so madly ♪

♪ but I don't stand ♪

♪ a ghost of a chance ♪

♪ with you ♪

- ♪ oh, with you ♪
- ( police radio chatter )

♪ I thought at last ♪

♪ I'd found you ♪

♪ but other love ♪

♪ surrounds you ♪

♪ but I don't stand ♪

♪ a ghost of a chance ♪

♪ with you. ♪

( chuckles )

- ( vocalizing )
- don't go.

- Blow your horn, man.
- Man, I'm all blowed out.

I like what
y'all doing, though.

( mimicking fiddle )

I like that.

- Hey, asshole! What's your problem?
- Me?

- You scratched up our fuckin' unit.
- Who did what now?

- Put the horn down. Put it on the ground.
- The horn?

- I said put it on the ground.
- You got a hearing problem?

- Hey, man, I don't have a case for my horn.
- Drop the goddamn horn.

- Man, fuck this.
- Fuck who?

Hey! Hey, man!

- What are you doing, man?
- Get your hands behind your back.

Annie: He wasn't doing anything.

- What are you doing to him?
- Cop: Get up.

- Get up.
- Batiste: Wait wait wait.

( groaning )

What'd I do?
What'd I do, man?

I'm going about this wrong.

Orleans parish has custody of
the real David Maurice Brooks

No matter what jail he's in.

So it's on the Orleans
parish to produce him.

You gotta take them to court.

- They can't brush that off.
- Yeah.

- You feel like taking a break?
- What's up?

Hey, you two.

So I got called a bitch today

On the streets
of Baton Rouge.

Okay, I've only been here
a few months,

But I can say with certainty

That the most obnoxious thing
about Baton Rouge...

And trust me, there are
many candidates...

Is the lsu fans.

They're honestly crazy
up here.

So today, being a Nola girl,

I decided to rock
my Tulane sweatshirt.

I was walking
to the store

And this jerkoff sticks
his head out of a car window

And says, "hey, bitch,
get back to New Orleans!"

And I'm like,

"from your mouth
to God's ears, asshole."

Another week
till the semester's over

And I can finally go back home.

Wh-what is this?

- She put that on the Internet somehow?
- It's called Youtube.

Anybody can put
anything up on there.

Isn't that cool?

What, that she's on the
Internet saying "asshole"?

- She's proud of her city.
- That's fabulous, Cray.

Go green wave.

Raise your children
in the way they should go.

( jazz music blaring )

( whistles, sighs )



- Mr. McAlary.
- Hey.

Mr. McAlary, please?

I insist you show some regard.

Why are you being
so nasty about this?

You have a problem
with gay people?

What? I don't care
if you're gay.

You can suck
all the cock you want.

Cosmically speaking, the more
cocks that get sucked in the world,

The better for all humanity.

We're your neighbors,
Mr. McAlary.

you're my neighbors.

You moved into the treme,
you tart the place up,

Put in your birdcage,
your flower gardens,

And you don't have
a fucking clue

As to where the fuck
you are living.

The place was a wreck.

We fixed it up with love

And a great deal of cash,
I might add.

- It's called historical preservation.
- No.

It's called gentrification.

This is the Tremé, dude,

The most musically important
black neighborhood in America.

Shannon Powell
lives around the corner.

Did you know that?
Shannon fucking Powell.

- I know all about the Tremé.
- I seriously doubt that.

Troy Andrews, James Andrews,
all the damn Andrews,

Nicholas Payton, tuba fats,

Way back to Sidney Bechet...

Right next door to you
is the house of the man

- Who wrote "ooh poo pah doo."
- Jessie Hill.

That's right, Jessie Hill.
How'd you know that?

I'm from uptown,
Mr. McAlary,

And Allan grew up
in mid-city.

We're as much New Orleans as you are.

But you complain to the cops

About somebody's stereo
being too loud...

We have never once
called the cops.

...Or somebody's practicing
their horn at night

Or whatever second line
or street parade rolls by

- Without a fucking permit?
- That's not true.

Well, somebody has,

And I believe
it's you two chaps.

You live in the Tremé.

You gotta deal with that shit.

( helicopters whirring )

Happy Birthday.


- French.
- Oh.

- You want me to open it?
- No, let's save it for tonight.

- Why save it?
- Tonight'll be better.

( whispers ) come here.

You didn't know?

I surprised you, didn't I?

Yeah, you really did.

- ( klaxon buzzes )
- ( chatter )

Oh my God, Antoine.
Have you seen a doctor?

That bad, huh?

They knocked
one of my teeth loose.

Might mess up my embouchure.

Why did you get beat?

I can't figure.
I was walking.

I think I bumped into
a cop car with my horn.

Next thing, I got
two cops whalin' on me.

- Were you resisting arrest?
- Arrest?

They didn't arrest me
until after they kicked my ass.

Now look here, Toni,

You gotta make sure
they got my trombone.

You gotta make sure
they didn't leave it

Out there on the street,
all right?

Let's try and get you
out of here

And then we'll worry about
getting your trombone back.

Without that horn
I can't make a living.

( jazz music playing )

( knocking at door )

You cannot still be mad at me.

- Come on.
- I'm not mad at you.

Fish gotta swim,
birds gotta fly.

Davis McAlary has to open
the expensive wine

And piss away all my money.

There, to make up for it,

- I'm taking you out for dinner.
- What's that?

It's my paycheck
from the hotel gig.

Mon Ami,
you worked one day.

And yet here I stand
with a full week's pay.

It's a Christmas miracle.

Come on, you pick, I pay.

Davis, I work for a living
and on my off night I sleep.

Save your money.

Janette, go out
to dinner tonight.

- On a Friday?
- Take a break.

I'm giving myself
a promotion, yeah?

And I'm giving you
the night off.

Desautel: I'll put
together a limited menu,

Call Christopher to help.

- How much?
- $347 and change.

- Feelings, 8:00.
- Whoo!

Feelings in the Marigny?

You're gonna spend every
last dime, aren't you?

Goddamn right.

( silent )

Here to see Judge Williams.

- And you are?
- I am his sister-in-law.

And I've been leaving messages,

But those messages don't
seem to be getting through.

Is the judge in his office?

- Can you have a seat?
- I'm fine standing.

My favorite saloon keeper.

- Bernard.
- How you doing, Ladonna?

- Got a minute to talk?
- Sure sure. Come on back.

It's insane
what's been happening.

We just moved back
in here a week ago.

Entire electrical system
had to be replaced

And the civil actions
just keep piling up.

I don't know how we're gonna find
jurors to hear all these cases.

Larry talked to you
about my brother?

He did. I want to make some calls.

- Maybe I can shake something loose for you.
- Oh, thank you, Bernard.

I understand you got
a lawyer working on this.

- Yeah, Toni Bernette.
- Oh, she's good.

Let me start there.

I'll give Toni a call and
she'll bring me up to speed.

I can tell you anything
you need to know right now.

- Well, I really... - Daymo was in
Orleans parish prison when the storm hit.

That is a fact.

We got a picture of him
up on Broad Street bridge, so...

Ladonna, look, I'm gonna do
everything I can to help.

Like I say, it's been
crazy around here,

But I promise
I'll make some calls,

See what kind of strings
I can pull.

I will.

- Hey, Annie.
- Hey, Tom.

McDermott: Mow... hardly
any tourists here.

I guess you gotta wait
till new year's, huh?

- Yeah, hopefully.
- But, man, look at the spot you got.

- It's great.
- If the cops don't run us off.

Oh, yeah, I hear they've been
hassling musicians pretty bad.

You didn't meet Sonny, did you?

- Hey, Sonny.
- Hey.

How's it going?

Hey, Annie, I have
a private gig tonight

And I could use a fiddle
on a couple tunes.

I was wondering...
you read music, huh?

- Yeah.
- Check this out.

It's a couple of Jelly Roll Morton
tunes I'd like you to play on.

- You want me to play with you?
- Yeah.

You know, it's gonna be over at the
old Bella Luna... where that used to be.

You know, it'll be a ball.
Please consider it.

Sonny can come too, right?

- I mean, we're a team.
- Um, yeah.

I can get him
on the guest list,

But, you know, I got
the piano covered

- How much for her?
- ( sirens blaring )

It's an open bar
and it's free food,

So try and make it.

Time to roll.
Come on.

♪ one day I'll pick up
and say ♪

♪ just to have you,
I'll be your slave ♪

♪ as I say, yeah ♪

♪ I've been in love with her
a long long time ♪

- ♪ what's her name? ♪
- ♪ I can't tell you... ♪

( dogs barking )

( barking )

♪ as I say, yeah ♪

♪ I've been-a after her
a long long time ♪

♪ what's her name? ♪

Had to make
that drive again, huh?

Had to for Jesse.

Swear I can't picture him dead.

And you don't want to either.

We gotta send him off proper.

I talked to Jimmy. He's
coming on down from Atlanta.

You reach your son?

Jesse was with you when Delmond
came up as spy boy, right?

I left a message
with him yesterday.

He called me back today.

- He gonna be here?
- Woman: Boy, come on.

- Don't dawdle.
- Huh-uh.

Do me a favor.
You wanna go inside?

All right, Chief.

- You some kin to Poke, right?
- An old friend.

Well, I noticed you
workin' on his bar

And I was wondering if you
had some work for my nephew.

- Nephew?
- Woman: Yeah, his folks are in Houston.

But he didn't like it there
so much, so he came on back.

But school's not in yet and I said,
"boy, you have to get some work.

Just can't be sitting around
here getting into trouble."

- Mm.
- Isn't that right, Darius?

You wanna work, son?

He's willing to do
anything you need him to do.

Won't have to pay him
too much neither.

Well, if there's a need,
I will let you know.

Now which house is yours?

Round the corner on Washington.

Yellow house,
second from the corner.

I'm Lula Pritchett.

- Albert Lambreaux.
- Nice to meet you.

The pleasure's all mine, ma'am.

( banging )

Simply: Davis!

- Davis, what the fuck?
- ( banging continues )

Yeah? God.

- Desperado.
- Public enemy number one.

Dude, you gotta hear this
song I've been working on.

It's not
a prison ballad, is it?

I've been inspired
by the muses...

Muses with big honkin' tits.

( snickering )

Go ahead, hit me.

♪ on my balcony the other day ♪

♪ had myself a little smoke ♪

♪ on my balcony the other day ♪

♪ had myself a little smoke ♪

♪ when this white girl
walked by ♪

♪ tell y'all it ain't no joke ♪

♪ she had great big breasts,
a really small dog ♪

♪ I'm sitting out there
staring like a bump on a log ♪

♪ she walked into Chachi's ♪

♪ bought herself something
a little sweet ♪

♪ took her dog and candy bar ♪

♪ walked into the house
just down the street ♪

♪ I saw her the very next day ♪

♪ with some friends
who were similarly endowed ♪

♪ I saw her the very next day ♪

♪ with some friends
who were similarly endowed ♪

♪ and as a property owner ♪

♪ I had to sing
'cause I was so proud ♪

♪ I got strippers movin'
in my neighborhood... ♪

( sputters )

♪ I got strippers
movin' in my neighborhood ♪

♪ well, you can call it
gentrification ♪

♪ I'm gonna
call it good. ♪

( laughing )

- Right? Right?
- ( laughing continues )

( playing "King Porter Stomp" )

So you know, the thing is
over 100° most of the days

And we're in a boat going
from rooftop to rooftop.

And we called out, "if you
can hear us, make a noise.

Make a noise."

If we heard something,

We'd chop through
the roof with an ax

- And crawl in through the attic.
- Wow.

I was the skinniest guy
in the boat,

So it was me who had
to crawl in, right?

I found old people been up
in their attic for days,

Starving, dehydrated, crying,

Some of them dead already.

- Blew my mind, man.
- That's stuff you can never forget.

Dude, I seen snakes
crawling out of dead bodies,

Crabs coming off of them
with pieces of flesh.

Uh, to liberation
from wage slavery.

- You got fired, Davis.
- All part of my grand plan.

I'm a musician.

In fact, I wrote a song today.

- Did you?
- Mm-hmm.

To doing what we love.

- Decent.
- It's better than decent.

A little young.

- Chef.
- Chef.

- What a great meal.
- Thank you.

- How many covers you do tonight?
- About 47.

Getting back on our feet.

It's a good thing Jim
and Dale own this place,

Because if they had to pay rent,
we couldn't stay in business.

How about you?
How you holding up?

I think I'm gonna make it.

Woman: Excuse me. Chef McHugh?

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Great to see you,
Janette, Davis.

Did you change
your sheets at least?

( playing "New Orleans blues" )

- Hey.
- Yeah.

Hey, you know what?

You should have
a piano at your bar.

- Davis.
- Yeah?

- Try not to talk.
- Okay.

- Come on.
- Wait.

( trolley bell dinging )

( train horn blaring )

Davis McAlary,
here for the piano lesson.

Oh, yeah!
Come on in.


- You're a Professor, right?
- Yep.

I love to teach.
I'm sure you can relate.

I love it so much
I often shave before I do it.

( laughing )


Tulane's back
in business next month.

That's a good thing.
English department, right?

I majored in English.
Goddard college.


Your piano teacher's here.

You can call me Davis.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Okay, so I understand
you've been learning

Mostly classical stuff, right?

- Yeah.
- Okay, here's the deal, Sofia.

Forget everything you've
been told about Jesus,

Buddha, Allah,

Because there is only
one God, and his name

Is Professor Longhair, okay?

And he wrote this song
called "Tipitina."

All right.

Okay, eight-bar blues.

The first thing we're gonna cop is
the bass line with the left hand.

Okay, so it's F,
A and the C.

- Okay? The one, three, five of the F chord.
- ( playing notes )

- You follow me so far?
- Yeah, keep going.

It's a mambo rhythm,

So it's a dotted quarter,
dotted quarter, quarter.

So the rhythm is...

- ( playing notes ) -
...One and a-two and a-three.

And one and a-two and
a-three and... play that.

And one and a-two...

And one and a-two - ( continues
playing )... - and...Play that.

We're at a point now where
the parish will never admit

That there are
any prisoners missing,

So we have to go to court.

( sighs )

Toni, I have to tell you...

I got to where I didn't know

If you was gonna be
on this the right way,

So I tried to reach out
to my husband's brother.

- He's a civil court judge...
Bernard Williams. - Mm-hmm.

He said he was gonna call you,

- But I'm guessing...
- Huh-uh.

Okay, I figured he wasn't
gonna do shit anyway.

My husband's family...

They into that
seventh ward creole shit

Like they a different
fucking race.

Never miss a chance to
remind me I ain't one of them.

Well, I could give
judge Williams a call,

See if he has
some kind of pull.

They the people pulling
strings, getting shit done.

People like us...
my mother,

Me and my brother...

We just folks
from around the way.

We get shit done to us.

I shouldn't be
telling you this.

I'm sorry for my doubts.

( piano music playing )

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How'd it go?
- Great!

- A lot of potential.
- Potential, huh?

Yeah. I mean, you never
know what to expect.

I mean, you know,
you never know...

She surprised you.

She's got it in her,

I'm gonna enjoy
working with her.

- And you know talent when you see it.
- Yeah.

I mean, it's hard
not to recognize, but...

I'll see you next week.

- Hang on, Davis.
- Yeah?

Let me ask... you work with
a lot of beginners, right?

Oh, I love that because,
you know, musicians...

Pros tend to be messed up
in a lot of ways

And kids bring such a
freshness to it, you know?

Not... not saying that there's
anything wrong with being a musician.

I mean, Sofia could definitely
do that if she wanted to.

Don't let your mind
get ahead of you, Davis.

- Okay.
- Piano lessons.


Don't think about what she
will or won't do in the future.

That has nothing
to do with you.

( stuttering )
oh, I was just saying...

I'll see you next week, Davis.


Take it easy.

Fucking piano lessons.

- ( men drumming )
- ♪ tuway packiway ♪

♪ tuway packiway,
tuway packiway ♪

♪ tuway packiway,
tuway packiway ♪

♪ tuway packiway,
tuway packiway ♪

♪ tuway packiway,
tuway packiway ♪

♪ tuway packiway,
tuway packiway ♪

♪ tuway packiway. ♪

- ( music stops )
- big chief.

- Come with our respects.
- How are you doing?

- Big chief Darryl.
- What's happening, Chief?

- What's going on?
- All right.

We're glad to have the
golden eagles with us on this.

So few of us back.

My family's making
funeral arrangements,

But it's good you all
are doing this here today.

♪ mighty cooty fiyo ♪

♪ Indian red ♪

♪ Indian red ♪

♪ mighty cooty fiyo ♪

♪ Indian red ♪

♪ Indian red ♪

- ♪ oh, we all are Indian ♪
- ♪ Indian ♪

- ♪ I mean ♪
- ♪ Indian ♪

- ♪ I say ♪
- ♪ Indians of the nation ♪

- ♪ I mean ♪
- ♪ the whole wild creation ♪

- ♪ and we won't bow down ♪
- ♪ no, we won't bow down ♪

- ♪ down on that ground ♪
- ♪ on that dirty ground ♪

♪ because I love
to hear you call ♪

♪ my Indian red ♪

♪ mighty cooty fiyo ♪

- ♪ Indian red... ♪
- ( whooping )

♪ Indian red ♪

♪ mighty cooty fiyo ♪

♪ Indian red ♪

♪ Indian red ♪

♪ take a look at our wild man ♪

♪ wild man... ♪

( voices overlapping )

♪ wild man of the nation ♪

♪ whole wild creation ♪

- ♪ and he won't bow down ♪
- ♪ no, he won't bow down ♪

- ♪ down on that ground ♪
- ♪ on that dirty ground ♪

♪ because I love
to hear you call ♪

♪ my Indian red ♪

♪ jockomo feeno hiyo hiyo ♪

- ♪ oh ♪
- ♪ hiyo hiyo hiyo ♪

- ♪ I said ♪
- ♪ hiyo hiyo hiyo ♪

- ♪ I mean ♪
- ♪ hiyo hiyo hiyo ♪

- ♪ my Indian red ♪
- ♪ my Indian red ♪

- ♪ I killed him dead ♪
- ♪ I killed him dead ♪

♪ because I love
to hear you call ♪

♪ my Indian red ♪

♪ jockomo feeno hiyo hiyo ♪

- ♪ oh ♪
- ♪ hiyo hiyo hiyo ♪

- ♪ hiyo hiyo hiyo... ♪
- ( bus rumbling )

- Whoo!
- ♪ hiyo hiyo hiyo ♪

♪ my Indian red,
I killed him dead... ♪

How you doing, sir?

- What's this about?
- You tell me what this here is about.

Well, people want
to see what happened.

- Hey, is that your house?
- Drive away from here, sir.

- No, we was just coming
around... - just drive away!

( tourists murmuring )

I'm sorry.

You're right.
I'm sorry.

( engine starts )

( jazz music playing )