Treme (2010–2013): Season 1, Episode 7 - Smoke My Peace Pipe - full transcript

A judge's ultimatum gives hope to LaDonna & Toni; Albert makes a stand and pays the price; Antoine gets an airport gig but loses a mentor; Davis scores a get-out-of-jail pass; Janette takes her cooking skills on the road; Annie auditions for a Cajun gig.

I'm now on C.O.D. with
every one of our suppliers.

We're gonna have to
suspend operations.

That's satire.
That's good.

But you have a chance to
raise some serious questions.

- I do? - Carla: Your publisher
wants this book desperately,

because of the storm.
This is an opportunity.

I'll finish
the damn novel.

That's a real fine horn.

I'm putting tother
a good group,

greeting folks as
they're coming into town.

We were able to get
a trailer for you, sir.

Y'all want me
to put my gang

In one fema trailer?

Get the hell
out of this bar.

The centerpiece
of the krewe du vieux parade

Is a giant papier mache replica
of our illustrious mayor.

- Toni: This is over the top. - Creighton:
Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

Ann: I'm supposed to
watch you get high all day

And then say no when people
want me on real gigs

Because you're worried it might
ruin what we're doing on the street?

You arrested him
for running a red light?

No, for the warrant.

The affidavit
from your citation book...

There'd be
a carbon of it.

( sighs )

In my 22 years
as a judge,

I have often felt obligated out
of love and loyalty to New Orleans

To defend my city

From those outsiders who like
to speak ill about it.

Too many are quick to
describe this city

As a bastion of corruption,
of beaurocratic incompetence,

Of southern laziness,

Of any effectual policing

And systemic dysfunction
within our legal system.

No, I try to argue,
the city is not that bad.

Our reputation is
grossly overblown.

Yet here I sit

With evidence indicating that
the Orleans parish prison

Had custody of a young man
for six months,

And during that same period,
denied this simple fact.

Your honor,

Records necessary to indicate
whether or not...

I know, I know... they were
underwater or the jail was flooded.

That will be your line
of argument.

No doubt you will lean
hard on it, miss dufosset.

But knowing that this young man
has been lost in the system;

That many of our public figures
would rather he stay lost

Than to admit the obvious: That
there were fundamental problems

With how our jail inmates
were handled during the storm

And its aftermath,

I cannot put into words
the embarrassment

I feel for us all.


Allow me to apologize to
you and your family

On behalf of Orleans parish

And the state of louisiana;

My sincerest regret

For what we have
put your family through.

Now the criminal sheriff
of Orleans parish

And the louisiana state
department of corrections

Have 72 hours

To produce this young man, or be
held in contempt of this court.

That's it.
We're recessed.

- ( gavel bangs )
- bailiff: All rise.

♪ hangin' in the treme ♪

♪ 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 treme ♪

♪ just me
and my baby ♪

♪ we're all going crazy ♪

♪ while jamming
and having fun ♪

♪ trumpet bells ringing ♪

♪ bass drum is swinging ♪

♪ as the trombone groans ♪

♪ and the big horn moans ♪

♪ and there's a saxophone ♪

♪ down in the treme ♪

♪ it's me and my baby ♪

♪ we're all going crazy ♪

♪ while jamming
and having fun ♪

♪ down in the treme ♪

♪ it's me and my baby ♪

♪ we're all going crazy ♪

♪ while jamming
and having fun. ♪


Now once I'm set up in there,
you call the T.V. station,

- Let 'em know.
- Police too?

The reporters first
and then the police.

( rustling )


Look at this.

What'd I tell you?

Some of the best-constructed
buildings in the city.


A little bit of mold
and dust.

But otherwise...

You sure your mama's
all right with this, ronnie?

No, she don't mind.
As a matter of fact,

She's hoping we'll get 'em reopened
so she can come on back home.

What else you
gonna need, chief?

I'm gonna need a new
bolt lock on that door.

You got it.

You can call me if you need
something to eat, chief.


"times are not good here."

Sound familiar?

1880, remember.

"the city is crumbling
into ashes.

It has been buried under
a lava flood of taxes

And frauds and


The more things change...

( chuckling )

"its condition is so bad

That when I write about it, nobody
will believe I'm telling the truth."

And here's the kicker:

"but it is better
to live here

In sack cloth and ashes

Than it is to own the whole
state of ohio."

Some of you are
doubtless from ohio.

You know what he's
talking about.

Lafcadio hearn was not the first
man to fall in love with New Orleans.

Certainly he wasn't
the last.

Its frauds and farces

Represent some of america's
worst excesses and affronts.


Day by day,

Year by year,

New Orleans also conjures
moments of artistic clarity

And urban transcendence
that are the best

That americans as a people
can hope for.

That is if we who
bear witness to them

Are not too jaded,
too spent

And too stupid
to recognize them

For what they are.

( jazz playing )

Batiste: All right, all right. Yeah.

Thank you.
Thank you, world travelers.

- "basin street"?
- Yeah, that'll work.

On you, jack.
Uh, two...

Excuse me, sir.

Who are you
playing for today?


Is there someone special
flying in?

Are you from
New Orleans, ma'am?

Yes, all my life.

Well, ma'am, I believe
we are here for you.


One, two,

Uh uh uh.

( horn playing )

( funk playing )


Another 60 units
for you, bro.

I said we'd take
a whole box.

And a whole box I shall deliver
as soon as I get my next 1,000.

Dude, second pressing. I've
never sold 1,000 of anything.

Well, you've moved 720
through us already.


Holy shit.

2500 dollars?


When your next shipment drops, you
should come in and sign a few copies.

Yeah. Hey, how about
an in-store performance,

- Me and my band?
- That too.

- Thanks, man.
- Have a good day.

Well, I might take
your walk-in cooler

Depending upon
the dimensions.

And the silverware,
the flatware

And the tablecloths
I can definitely use.

Spoken like a man getting ready
to open yet another restaurant.

( laughs )
it's a bad habit.

So how are you feeling?
You all right?

( sighs )

To be honest, the stress was
making my hair fall out.

I just want to
catch my breath.

You gonna stay here
in New Orleans?

Believe it or not, my s.B.A.
Loan check finally came through.

Too little, too late
for the restaurant,

But I bought a trailer

With a two-burner,
grill, smoker.

No shit.

Do the guerrilla-chef thing
for a while.

No overhead, no reservations,
no fucking mortgage.

Just pull up to whatever
nightclub or bar

Will have me for the weekend,
cook my ass off.

I'm a pirate
on the high seas.

You can't keep
a good cook down.

Davis: My only mistake
was not running for mayor!

'cause, you know,

The city council isn't much
of a platform

To really move records.

- Here you go.
- Thanks, Davis.


- Where?
- Oh.

So... so how do I
follow this up?

See, you have a chance to
focus on a few key issues.

Nagin, mitch... they're not
talking about the real issues.

Real... real issues.

The notion of a smaller New
Orleans, a smaller footprint.

Charity hospitals too. 'cause they
put up fences around the projects.

Whole neighborhoods are
being written off.

Nagin's talking about "chocolate
city," but he's not pressing the feds

To bring anybody home;
no one is.

- Definitely not.
- And why won't the feds move?



If New Orleans gets whiter,

The state slides from
purple to red.

So we write a song

About the smaller footprint.

The culture of New Orleans,
that's what's at risk.

If they knock out
the infrastructure

That sustains the culture,
then it's gone forever.

Infrastructure... exactly.

sustaining culture.

Man, you could hide a dead hooker
in here and no one would know.

In... infrastructure.

( muttering )

So, um,

Nothing really rhymes
with "infrastructure."

A bill a man
as promised.

What the fuck is this?

It's what's called a check
made out in your name.

Take it to your bank
and cash it, baby.

My bank? What the fuck I look
like, thurston howell or some shit?

Man, you need to be paying us
like musicians, man... cash money.

Look, this is how the clinic is doing
this here, so calm the fuck down.

With a share for danny.

Danny didn't show, man.

He took ill. But if
it wasn't for his name,

We wouldn't have even
gotten this gig. All right?


( door beeping )

There's a break in
the fence over there.

- You the one who called?
- I am.

( dialing )

New Orleans
police department?

Not an emergency,
I guess.

( jazz playing )

♪ days been dark ♪

♪ since you been gone ♪

♪ won't you please ♪

♪ come and shine a light? ♪

Wow, when you get the other
buskers to contribute,

You've really done something.
Thank you. ♪ shine a light? ♪

♪ let's end these lonely
lonely nights. ♪

- ( indistinct speaking )
- I will. Thanks so much.

Thank you.

( applause )

Thank you.

- What's up?
- Nothing.

It don't make sense for
the government to shut down

5,000 housing units,

Most of it
undamaged by the storm,

When people can't get home.

Are you hoping
to be arrested?

- I expect to be.
- ( siren bleeps )

It's either that,
or I expect them

To reopen the calliope.

Now if y'all
will excuse me?

( locks turning )

All right, I need you to
get these cameras gone.

If I ask you again, you're gonna
take the charge, you understand me?

( banging )


Sir, these buildings
are closed.

You can't be here.

Now would you
step out, please?

Need a place to stay.

Somewhere else,
not here.

No need to yell
through the door.

Sir, you need to vacate
these apartments now.

So how about you grab whatever
you need to take and let's go?

I'm not leaving.

You know you're trespassing
and we'll lock you up?

This unit belongs to
pearline cross.

I'm not trespassing.
I'm here with r permission.

This unit don't belong
to pearline cross.

It belongs to the housing
authority of New Orleans.

We need you to
step outside.

What's your name, sir?

Big chief Albert Lambreaux,

Guardians of the flame.

( distant monitors beeping )

( monitor beeping )

( slow jazz song playing )

♪ thought I heard
buddy bolden say ♪

♪ you're nasty but
you're dirty ♪

♪ take it away... ♪

( muttering )

Piece of shit.

( panting )

Pine leaf boys
out of lafayette.

Wilson savoy,
the accordion player,

- He's a buddy of mine.
- Pine leaf boys.

Cajun band,

Gettin' ready for
a three-week canadian tour.

You could be a pine leaf girl
for a few weeks.

You interested?

Cajun violin? I...

( sighs )
you're right.

You'll probably suck.

They probably won't
hire you.

Or not.

What have you got
to lose anyway?

A three-week tour, huh?

I gotta talk to Sonny.

I figured.


( unlocking )

- Police ain't give you no hassle?
- No.

Cotrell: They just let us
come straight up in here.

- Mm-hmm. - If they
ain't locked you up yet,

- Maybe they don't intend to.
- No.

They waitin' for
the right time.

Maybe they hoping those T.V.
people will go away first.

Where you want me
to set this up, chief?

Right here
under the window.

Shit, if I'm going
to be here a while,

I better figure out something
new to say to them T.V. crews.

Man, you was all over
the news last night.

This morning too.

Shit, maybe we can really turn up
the heat on these politicians, huh?


Looky here, chief!

You gotta see this one here.

Well, who the fuck is that?

I don't know, but somebody
else got balls too.

( laughing )

Damn, chief,
see what you started?

Three weeks in canada?

- In support of their album.
- Mmm.

They sell big
in quebec.

Cajuns like to play
with other cajuns.

I know, I'm surprised to even
be getting the audition.

You know harley
from frenchmen street?

I think he talked me up with
some friends of his in the band.

What am I gonna do
without you for three weeks?


If you want to do it,
you should do it.

I'll wait for you
to come home.

What else am I
gonna say?

( jazz playing )

( silent )

- Batiste.
- Troy, my man.

- Where you coming from?
- From the Portland jazz fest.

Ah, yeah, you know, this ain't
no jazz festival or even a club,

But, you know,
pays the bills, bro.

- One of them clinic gigs, huh?
- Yeah.

- A bill a man. It work.
- Hell, yeah, it's work.

Plus people need to hear y'all
coming through this airport, for real.


Y'all want to blow
something, man?

No, James, you ain't
got to do that, bro.

Yeah, let's do something.
Let's play something.

- Yeah, all right.
- Y'all follow me on this, huh?

All right, all right.
Over here.

Hey, man, we ain't got to
split this nine ways, right?

Batiste: No, baby, we
ain't splitting shit.

Come on now.
We'll follow you, bro.

♪ yo-oh ♪

♪ yo-oh♪

♪ yo-oh ♪

♪ yo-oh ♪

♪ ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah ♪

♪ ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah ♪

♪ I want to tell you
about ooh poo pah doo ♪

♪ they call me the most ♪

♪ ooh poo pah doo,
yeah yeah ♪

♪ I say they call me
the most ♪

♪ I said, oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh... ♪

( sighs )


( song continues )

♪ I said, oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh ♪

♪ I said, oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh ♪

♪ they call me the most ♪

♪ I said, oh oh oh oh,
oh oh oh ♪

♪ they call me the most. ♪


Welcome to New Orleans, y'all!


Reporter: Police were drawn
to this housing project

Because a mardi gras indian chief
cut through this fence behind me

And occupied a unit
over there.

Now this indian chief says
he will not leave

Until these apartments
are reopened.

- Earlier today, Albert Lambreaux...
- There you go.

...A chief with one of
the uptown indian tribes,

Had this to say:

What sense does it make
for the government

To be sitting on
all this housing

When so many people
can't get home?

I need somebody to
explain that to me.

And now others have
taken up the protest as well,

With squatters setting up
in two other buildings

Here at the bw
cooper projects,

And others cutting a hole
through the fence

Of the st. Bernard complex

And occupying
two units over there.

( singing with cd ) ♪ shame
shame shame what you have done ♪

♪ we was on the ropes,
we were down and out ♪

♪ you flew on over,
never did come down ♪

♪ shame shame shame
on you now, dubya ♪

♪ shame shame shame
on you now, dubya... ♪

Oh, no.



( Bernette sighing )

You're working on the novel.
That's great.

What are you doing out here?
What's wrong with the study?

( groans )

Have you eaten yet?
You wanna go out for a bite?

Toni! Shh!

Chief Lambreaux?

Chief Lambreaux,
you mind if I come in and talk?

If you can find it in
yourself not to lock me up,

I can find it in myself
to welcome you to my home.

You have my word.

( crowd chattering )

Kind of a half-assed stand-off,
if you ask me.

My people come and go
as they please.

We're not looking to start
anything here with y'all.


You look disappointed.

Sergeant maurice thompson,
community relations division.

Community relations?

That's nice.
How can I help you, sergeant?

Well, the mayor's office
and council president thomas,

They sent me here to say they
want to resolve this

Without any real conflict.

Well, that's easily done.

Open the projects.

Federal government's got
control of these projects.

- You know this.
- Yeah, they keep saying.

It don't make no sense
that nobody in New Orleans

Is fighting the feds
on this one.

What does that tell you?

If people wanted the housing
projects to reopen...

I mean if voters wanted it,

You'd see the politicians falling
all over each other to demand it.

But the people who
vote in this town,

Black and white both,
they've been awfully quiet

On this thing so far,
don't you think?

Now if you want to spend another
night here to drive your point home,

We ain't gonna bother you.

Come tomorrow afternoon,

We're gonna have to treat
this as a criminal trespass.

And you and anyone
in here with you

Is going to jail.

Well, thank you for
your visit, sergeant.

And come again.

( playing along with
recording )

( fast forwarding )



Put it down.

Oh, you got some
pages done.

- They're shit.
- Can I read?

Why would you want to read it if
I just told you they were shit?

What the fuck am I
doing here anyway?

I don't even know.

You know, Creighton, maybe you want to
leave this alone until after mardi gras.

Will I be 20 years younger
after mardi gras?


Toni, just let me do
my work, will you please?


I made your favorite...
crab bisque.


You are sweet.

This is my
neighbor soulymane.

- Chef Janette.
- How are you, chef?

- Nice to meet you.
- And you.

This is your new kitchen.

Yeah. No staff, no silverware;
just me and my propane.


Ha ha. I'm gonna be
at bacchanal this weekend.

I could use a hand, if you
want to have an adventure.

Very kind of you to offer,

But I'm working the grill
at bayona.

- Oh, jacques, that's great.
- Yeah.

Oh, I knew you'd
get snapped up.

But it won't
be the same.

You know they'll probably pay
you more than I could afford.

- You'll be making what you're worth.
- But not the same.


Here's a copy of the order
signed by judge gatling.

Well, your timing's
pretty good anyway.

The state just completed
this a few weeks back.

Every Orleans parish prisoner
currently housed outside the parish...

Photographs and

- Every one?
- 527 total.

We need to look at
every face.

Then I'm gonna need you
to fill out this form

Indicating that you won't disclose
any confidential information

Except as a means of
locating Mr. Brooks.

You can tell the sheriff
his ass is fully covered.

Hope you find him, ma'am.
I truly mean that.

Thank you, deputy.

Let's do this.
Let's get it done.

Davis McAlary.

Judge Williams.

I am indeed.

Wow, summoned to lunch
by a New Orleans judge.

- I'm a fan. I hope you'll sign
that for me. - No problem.

You've been having fun
the last few weeks, Davis...

That business of
greased-palm Sunday.

Of course not everyone thinks
of the election as a joke.

I don't think it's a joke.

( laughs )

How long have you lived
in New Orleans?

You've sold some c.D.S.

Now don't you think
it's time to stand down,

Let the people of district c focus on
the serious choice they have to make?

Oh, it's on me.

Uh, trout baquet, a side of
red beans and a budweiser.

The gumbo for me
with an iced tea.

Wait, judge, I'm confused.

Why exactly are you
buying me lunch?

Because, Davis, it's
a horse race in district c.

And you're siphoning votes
from the candidate

That our organization
is supporting.

Whose poll shows that?


What, 4.3%?

Most of which comes at
the expense of our man.

Which is who?

Your little musicale

Can mean the difference between
him being in the runoff or not.

So I am here

To offer you something.

A bribe?


You know what that is?

- A business card.
- No, Davis.

That is a get-out-
of-jail-free card.

Next time you find
yourself in trouble,

And being a musician, we know
there's always a next time,

You call judge Williams.

That's my cell number
on the back.

Wait, so you're saying

If... if I quit
the city council race...

Then you have a new friend.

Do we have a deal?


( violin playing )

What's up, y'all?

Thanks for giving me
a shot, guys.

Oh, no problem. Harley there said
you're pretty good at that country stuff.

So let's jam.

He's being kind.

Well, cedric's my #1 call
when it comes to pine leaf gigs,

But from time to time he's out with
eddie poullard and we need a sub.

And being a girl
ain't gonna hurt nothing.

Well, I hope I can
do it justice.

Well, how about wery
"homage a poullard"?

All right, let's do it.

( playing cajun song )

I think I'm missing
the one, guys.

- I'm sorry.
- It's a little tricky.

Yeah, I'll show you
where to come in. Watch.

I'm sorry, guys.
I'm playing terrible.

It's not about the notes.

It's about theeeling
of the music.

I know I can play
better than this.

I'm just guessing now,

But you have trouble
in your heart?

Yeah, a little bit.

Well, why don't you get it together
and we'll hear you another time?


Don't worry about it.
Don't even worry about it.

This can't be all of them.

If Daymo was in custody,
his photo would be here

Under any name
in any parish.

We would have seen
his photo.

So where is he then?
Are they hiding him from us?

No, they don't want the judge
to hold them in contempt.

Then what?

If he'd been released...

He would have come home.

He would have called mama.

Deputy, is there a master list
of o.P.P. Inmates

Who died in custody
since Katrina?

I can get it.

Might take me a long time,
but I can get it for you.


( crowd chanting )

Franklin: They getting
ready to do something.


Y'all fellows got to leave.

Nobody's leaving.

We got what we
came here for.

It's time for me to do that jail
walk and drive the point home.

No need for y'all to
go with me now.

Just go home.
Keep sewing.

Mardi gras won't wait.

And be there with
my bail money tomorrow.


Crowd: We deserve a
home. We deserve a home.

Now police are aware
of the situation here,

But they say so far it's been a
low-key response to the protest.

Crowd: We deserve a
home. We deserve a home.

( crowd jeering )

It's time to end this!

Will you vacate or do we
have to take the door down?

It's unlocked.

Will you step outside?

No, sir, I will not.

Bullshit, no! Bullshit.

Down on your knees, hands above
your head. You're under arrest.

On your knees,
hands on your head.

You're under arrest.

I won't kneel down.

You want to handcuff me?
Go ahead.

Motherfucker, you don't
decide how you go to jail.

We decide how you go to
jail. On your fucking knees.

- No hum-bow.
- Fuck the injun shit.

Do not resist!
Stop resisting!

Stay down!
Stay down!

He won't be here under
his own name.

I've checked with dmort
every week since the storm.

So how we gonna know then?

He might be a john doe or under
a different name. I don't know.

You ready to do this?

That's my cousin's name.

Jerome cherry.

And he ain't dead.
I seen him over christmas.

- Ladonna, has Daymo ever used
your cousin's name? - What?

- What if Daymo said he was Jerome Cherry?
- Why would he do that?

Maybe he thought taking another
name would get him released,

Like keevon white
did to him.

Your cousin Jerome has never been
in trouble with the law, I bet.

Boy was damn near raised
in a church.

See? Daymo got locked up
because there was a bench warrant

On david maurice brooks.

After he lost
his wristband,

Maybe he gave himself
another name,

One with no
criminal record.

That says, "family notified;
body unclaimed."


What family?

Who'd they notify?

I don't understand what
the fuck's going on.

They got my brother's body
somewhere under somebody else'same?

We can't know for sure.

Let me drive over to
dmort tomorrow.

In st. Gabriel?

No, they moved it
to carville,

70 miles west of us.


We're gonna have to
look at this body.

( knocking )


Hold on.

I cooked for you...

Stuffed mirlitons, spinach
salad and a bottle of malbec.

You went by
the restaurant, huh?

Why didn't you tell me

What is there to say?

Janette, I'm sorry.

Yeah, no more free meals
at the bar.

I'm sorry for you, darlin'.

( laughs )

Oh, yeah, still no
electric down here,

No drywall, nobody
doing any work.

I don't know. I guess I should
be embarrassed living like this.

I'm not company, Janette.
I'm your friend.

With benefits.

With or without.

Come on.

We can eat upstairs.

( printer humming )



Creighton Bernette here,
still in New Orleans

Which is still
where you left it.

I'm sorry if I'm making
a pest of myself here.

I would hate to exacerbate
any growing sense

Of Katrina fatigue
in the country at large.

Perhaps you've experienced
this Katrina fatigue

If you watch T.V. or
read your hometown paper.

I mean, it was fun for a while being
outraged at the national response.

And the pictures from the dome of
the convention center were shocking.

Anderson cooper was here.

Katie couric too.

But now

We're on our own.

And here's the thing:

For a while, I thought
we could rely

On our sense
of ourselves,

On the fact that we were,
regardless of race, class or color,

New orleanians
first and last.

But there's an election
coming, right?

And no way a shared
sense of purpose

Is gonna survive
a New Orleans election.


Now there are people openly
delighted with the fact

That thousands of exiles,
most of them black,

Won't be able to vote.

Meanwhile our
incumbent mayor,

Sensing this,

Talks crudely about New Orleans
remaining a "Chocolate City."

Meanwhile a bunch of
idiot planners

Are busy running around
putting green dots on maps

Deciding which neighborhoods
they think ought to go back

To cypress swampland.

And, oh yeah, while
no one was looking,

They just laid off every single
school teacher in Orleans parish

Because no one's plans apparently
included the public school system.

So, america,
if you're feeling guilty

For your Katrina fatigue,

I'm here to put things
into perspective.

It's not all about you.


Because down here in
the city of misrule,

We are always

Our own worst enemy.

( bluegrass playing )

( singing, indistinct )

He's good.

He's better than me.


Well, he's better than you
today. That much is true.

I did the best I could.

Even if I didn't,
I can't do that.

( Creighton's voice,
muted )

What's that?

Dad's new rant.

He put it up last night.
Kinda harsh.

Last night?

( Creighton groaning )

Up late? Ahem!

How'd you do?
You get any pages?

Yeah. Yeah, some.

Book coming along?


I'm going to carville.
I'll be back this evening.

♪ for heaven ♪

♪ and home ♪

♪ when jesus ♪

♪ is ♪

♪ my potion ♪

♪ and a constant ♪

♪ friend ♪

♪ is he ♪

♪ oh ♪

♪ his eye ♪

♪ is on ♪

♪ the sparrow ♪

♪ and I know ♪

♪ he watches ♪

♪ me. ♪

- All these trucks got bodies?
- Yes, ma'am.

Bernette: Jerome cherry's body
has been here since September?

No, not here.
St. Gabriel and then here.

( unlocking truck door )

You need to be with me.

I know.

( unzipping )

Okay okay.

It's okay.

This is david maurice brooks.

And you've had him here under the
wrong name for nearly five months.

He was brought from
the galvez parish coroner.

And this is the name
on the death certificate.

- May I see the death certificate?
- Sure.

"cause of death:
Cerebral hemorrhage.

Manner of death:


Fall from top bunk."

Tell me something.

How is it that a young man
can be sent to a distant parish,

Die in custody,
be autopsied,

And lay in a morgue
for months

Without anyone
figuring out who he is?

I didn't even know
it was this bad.

- Hey, boo.
- Hey.

- How you doin'?
- I'm okay.

He wasn't in much pain.

No, doesn't seem so.

Uh, I got something for you,
though. Come on.

Daddy would want you
to have it.

That's the last horn
your daddy played.

That's supposed to be
in the family.

This your boy?


Maybe you gonna
play some horn, huh?


You gonna second line
back, right?

Your father'd be spinnin'
if I did anything else today.

( band plays "I'll fly away" )


So have you specified
a funeral home?

Ladonna? I know
a funeral home that...

I ain't doin' this now.

I know how you feel, but...

Daymo been here five months. He
could be here another few days, right?

Ain't no thing you keep him
a little longer.


I am not bringing this news home
to my family during carnival.

My mama just got out
the damn emergency room.

The rest of her family coming in
from baton rouge to be with her.

No. I'm not doing it.

Come Wednesday,
I'll handle all this.

I'll deal with
the funeral parlor.

I'll deal with everything
I have to deal with.

But right now, no.

( cajun music playing )

- ( bell dinging )
- two shrimp.

Two shrimp.


- ♪ my new best friend ♪
- ♪ my new best friend... ♪

Davis: 22 dollars is your
change. Your name?

- Nathan.
- Nathan.


Order in.
Lamb shanks, gazpacho.

Lamb shanks, gazpacho.
That makes three lamb shanks,

Two gazpacho all day.

Okay, sweetbreads
and a bisque.

- Ronda?
- We are caught up.

You are rocking it,
my lady.

You're not gonna ditch me and
go sing with the band, are you?

Not a chance.

Hey, dominique.

- Any problems?
- Nn-nuh. Been a quiet day.

Well, thanks for
staying, honey.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Just tired.

- Ladonna.
- Hey, ma.

I thought you was
in baton rouge.

No, I been at the bar
all day.

- All right, I'm gonna go.
- Thanks, honey.

- See you later, miss brooks.
- All right, dear.

I don't need to be

Did you talk to the lawyer?
Did he find Daymo?

No, he didn't.

Well, what happens now?

When I find out,
I'll let you know, ma.