Treme (2010–2013): Season 2, Episode 11 - Do Watcha Wanna - full transcript

I've been really happy with
what you've been doing lately.

So I was thinking
maybe give you a chance

to cook your own
special dinner.

- You willing to do it?
- Hell yeah.

A realtor.

- Y'all moving back home?
- I'm selling the bar.

You're never gonna make
a dime on this, you know.

You're the one who told me a
New Orleans record would sell.

Modestly.

Back to the money, I'm gonna
have to ask you to borrow some.

Pay my daddy and tell him it's
an advance on royalties.



Alex.

Heard you outside.
I was passing by, had my guitar,

- thought maybe I could sit in.
- Yeah, sure.

- How do I date you?
- You don't,

unless my father says you can.

I need your help, Terry.
I need to see a copy of those files.

Will you at least look at them

and then look me in the eye

and tell me you think
there's nothing going on?

I went to temporary
central evidence.

And there it all was--
Everything.

I didn't find anything.

I'm sorry.

Batiste, this is thaddeus, man.



I'm fining Mario, 'cause he took a
gig with Shannon Powell tonight

and I only found out when I ran
into Shannon at Dizzy's. A'ight?

A'ight.

Message deleted.

Yo, this is Herman, man.

Some motherfucker stole
my hi-hat cymbals

out of the back of the van last night.
Cornell was supposed

to lock that shit up when
we went back into the bar.

So tell Cornell unless
he kicks out for that shit,

I'm out.

Message deleted.

Antoine, I told you about the
gig with Shannon Powell last week.

You remember?
What the fuck, man?

You gonna fine me
'cause you didn't tell thad?

Crazy!

Message deleted.

Yo, Batiste.
You tell Herman Jackson

my heart pumps
purple piss for him.

I locked that goddamn van.

Sucker probably left
that tin in the club, man.

Message deleted.

This is Wanda, Antoine,
and you ain't got...

No business even thinking about
asking me back into that band,

not the way you carry on.

Huh! I'm out.

Next message.

Hey, Batiste.
It's Tim.

I'm touring with Irma in may

and you're gonna need to get a
tenor for at least that long.

Sorry, man.
Irma's paying real money on it.

Message deleted.

And another thing--

If I was to come back
and sing some,

then you need to shut your
hole while I'm doing it.

And if Cornell and thad think
they sing background harmony

with me on "do right woman,"

then they're gonna have to pick
one key and stick with it.

Those two get a half step
near each other and--

♪ hanging in the Treme ♪

♪ watching people sashay ♪

♪ past my steps ♪

♪ in front of my door ♪

♪ church bells are ringing ♪

♪ choirs are singing ♪

♪ while the preachers groan ♪

♪ and the sisters moan
in a blessed tone ♪

- ♪ mm-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. ♪
- Whoo!

Not bad, right?

- And you like the lawyer?
- I do.

Knows her stuff, I think.

Good. Great.

We're still a little early.

Courthouse is just
a few blocks away.

So how's business?

It's picking up now that
Jazz Fest is coming,

but still not what it was.

- How's New York?
- Crazy.

Sometimes bad crazy,
sometimes good.

Lately it's been good.
I've been cooking for David Chang.

- Lucky peach?
- Uh-huh.

- Oh man.
- Just when you think you've seen it all,

that guy shows you something new.
He's amazing really.

- Yes, totally.
- But New York's been good for me, I think.

What the fuck?

They're back?

- When did they come back?
- December.

But just from here
on canal up to Lee circle.

Beyond that, the rest of
the line's still closed.

- How much time do we have?
- Huh.

Come on!

- You okay?
- I'm fine, yeah.

Which is why I need to see
that homicide file--

See what isn't there,
what they didn't do.

Public records act request
will be denied--

- Open investigation.
- Of course.

Besides, by asking for it,
you're telegraphing them.

Whatever isn't sanitized
in that file right now,

they're gonna start cleaning up right
after you make the request, right?

I might've
fucked that up already.

- How so?
- I thought I had a friend in homicide.

You already asked for the file?

Yeah, maybe you tipped
your hand.

I don't know.
I don't know what to do.

If I could see that file,
I'd be able to start

picking apart their investigation,
or non-investigation.

But without it...

Maybe I'll go see judge Prieur.

What?

The man mentored me,
raised me from a pup, he did.

If there's a move to be made...

Toni, I, um--

I need you to take
some of my casework--

The civil rights stuff, anyway.

Why?

Barry was able to wrangle a
transfer to the Birmingham office.

We're-- We're leaving.

Birmingham, Alabama?

Two more houses on our block
were burglarized last week.

If it was just me and Barry,
maybe, but the kids--

We can't live
like this, not anymore.

We've been thinking
about it since Helen Hill,

but after last week...

You do what's right for you.

I am.

All rise.

This court
of immigration review,

judge Roland Turnwell
presiding, is now in session.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please be seated.

All right.
Bail reviews.

Who's first up, miss boyer?

Case #07078, your honor.

All right, here it is.
The defendant on hand?

I hope.

Nine lines and grooves with
a left twist on a .38 slug.

You're looking
for a hi-point, model cf-380

- manufactured after 2000.
- That's pretty specific.

Nine L&G with a left
twist-- That's kinda rare.

Forgive the dumb question,
I just got to homicide--

Any way to compare
that bullet with casings,

if we had casings?

No way could I compare
casings to slugs

and tell you it's the same gun.

Best I could do is
tell you the same model.

To say it's the same gun,
I would need to compare

slug to slug
or casing to casing?

Exactly. And that
other bullet--

Too mutilated to say what
she is, sorry to say.

All right, look,
make sure you call me

the day before any court date.

We don't want to mess up and have
them issue a retake warrant.

If that happens, you're
gonna lose that house

you put up for the surety bond

and you're gonna lose
a grill man.

Until the next hearing,
stay out of trouble.

- And stay in touch with my office.
- Yeah, I will.

- Thank you. All right.
- Take care. All right.

- Bye.
- Bye. Thank you.

Whoo.
Welcome home, Jacques.

- Do I still have a job?
- You kiding?

- You're on the grill tomorrow night.
- Thank you.

- Congrats. Janette.
- Bye, Susan.

Well, that you
offered your house--

Why not?
It's an empty wreck.

- When do you go back to New York?
- Got a morning flight.

I gotta be back
for service tomorrow.

- All right.
- But hey, I'm in New Orleans now.

What do you wanna do your
first day back in the world?

- Huh?
- Well, uh...

- Hey, don.
- Tran, 'sup?

- The fuck did I do?
- You tell me.

He wants you on his shrimp
boat tomorrow morning,

6:00 A.M. out
of Chalmette.

- I'm here with you, brah.
- No, you ain't.

I just traded you to tran--
For the week anyway.

You traded me?

- What did you get in return?
- Two new air hose,

a half-dozen crab traps and
a player to be named later.

- I'm really busy today.
- I need the casings that you have,

the ones
from the Seals crime scene.

- I'm working the case, Toni.
- Oh you are, huh?

Shouldn't I worry that
they're gonna disappear

like every piece of evidence that's
ever handed over to you people?

Receipt for evidence:

Two casings, signed and dated.

You're covered.
I'm responsible, all right?

If the receipt isn't enough, she's
a witness to whatever you hand me.

That's first of all.
Second of all,

you're withholding evidence in an
ongoing homicide investigation

and you're an officer of the court.
And more than that,

you're fucking up whatever weak-ass chain
of custody those casings might have.

Are you really gonna make me call for
a warrant on this fucking office?

Is that where
we're going, Toni?

And the taxes are quite low.

Well, the real value is
the liquor license,

- if it conveys.
- Of course it does.

Unusual shelf work
back there--

Top shelf to bottom,
nothing's level.

My father built those--

'67, I think--

Just before
he went off to Vietnam.

Let me show you the roof.

Brand-new.
20-year seal tab.

Motherfuckers.

Wanda, Thad, Herman--
All of them.

One after the next
with excuses and bitching,

and all of them
either late or missing.

And thad is
the fucking straw boss!

- Can't get none of them on the phone?
- No, they all ducking me, brah.

Most of them making
more money elsewhere, bro.

- Shut up. Shit.
- Trombone, trumpet, guitar, bass.

We can't do the gig
like that, man.

Yeah, I know that.
We got a good crowd too.

- So this is the gig?
- Huh?

Yeah, thad called me, asked to
sub for him on keyboard tonight.

He said he's feeling sick.
Y'all play R&B, right?

- Where's your fucking axe?
- I've got all my shit set up by the hi ho.

I've got to play there at 11:00, but
I can give you one set at least.

- What?
- You don't have Thad's keyboard?

See, that's it. C see?

It's gonna end right here.
I'm sick of this shit, all of it.

So fuck all y'all and fuck being
the fucking sad ass in charge.

Dealing with this shit is like fucking
raking leaves on a windy fucking day.

But you know what?
The motherfucking leaves are always talking

shit back to you,
so fuck it. I'm done!

We done!
I quit! Shit.

And, miss, you need
to get that law degree,

'cause this here is
for suckers, chumps.

And a law degree isn't?

When I can start charging
for this in billable hours,

we can talk.
Until then, baby,

you've got
a better future elsewhere.

See y'all around.

You'll see me tomorrow, right?
For your boy at the school.

Yeah yeah, cool.

Shit.

Fuck.

So no gig?

How do you feel?
Strange.

- I bet.
- More like a mistake has been made.

No mistake.

♪ What you gonna do
when the well runs dry? ♪

♪ are you gonna
n away and hide? ♪

♪ I'm gonna be
right by your side ♪

♪ pack your bags... ♪

- Where's he at tonight?
- Using my hotel room,

probably ordering
room service for two.

He's doing work with
the documentary lady tonight?

Yeah, they're gonna
be up late editing.

How long...

Has he been
living here like this?

Since fall.
Before that, he was in the bar.

- The bar?
- Long story.

Well, you all cooked
a hell of a meal

with a grill and a hotplate.

Just roll me back to my hotel.

Mmm, we still got
dessert coming.

You need to strap on that
helmet, get back in the game.

- That's right.
- No.

Anyway, before this one keels over...

Thank you.

15 thou.
Is that enough?

Yeah, fix up the roof,
get some electrical in here.

Get that much done, the place
might almost be livable again.

- Think he'll believe it?
- We'll just dress it up some,

tell him it's selling big in
Sweden, Switzerland or some shit.

Now I know where me and
cheri got our part from,

but where you get
$5,000 from, Delmond?

I'ma have to pack up
the New York apartment,

give my notice and be out of
there by the end of the month.

I'll save money living here,

helping daddy fix up the house.

I'd like to kick in
some of my own.

We'll take it up to an even 20.

- Wow.
- Woodrow.

Thank you.

Just don't tell anyone.
Word gets around,

I'll get laughed out
of the music business.

Oh, no problem.
I'll just go around telling people

you fucked me on my
royalties and took off

with my publishing like
every other cat out there.

- I appreciate it.
- Anything for you, brah.

Hey, man.

Uh, guys, what the fuck?

- The fuck are you doing here?
- They didn't tell you?

- Tell me what?
- I thought you told him.

Alex is in the band, man.

- He's good.
- I mean, Davis, this dude will be killing it, man.

- You can't fight his funk.
- Yeah, I can.

I-- I can fight it.

Brah, our shit's
stronger with Alex

and you're still fronting
with Calliope, right?

- Fuck!
- Come on.

You know, just fuck
it, all right?

"Liza Jane," "Wolf," "Not One Word
," "Road Home," "Nagin's Lament."

Cool cool. Oh, and save "The
True" for the second set.

- Okay.
- Plus me and Tyrus worked up something new.

Oh really?
Great, I can't wait to hear it.

- Don't be like that.
- Okay, anymore surprises?

Somebody fucking my girlfriend?

- No, brah.
- Don't be like that.

Come on. Come here.

♪ Name of that girl
miss Liza Jane ♪

♪ that girl
with the big behind ♪

♪ little Liza Jane ♪

♪ when that starts a-shaking,
she blows my mind now ♪

♪ little Liza Jane ♪

♪ I got a girl
that broke my heart ♪

♪ little Liza Jane ♪

♪ then she made me suffer
on account of my art now ♪

- ♪ little Liza Jane ♪
- ♪ Oh, don't you know ♪

- ♪ oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane ♪
- ♪ And away we go ♪

- ♪ oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane ♪
- ♪ Flowing out your nose ♪

- ♪ oh, little Liza, ♪ oh, little
Liza, ♪ -Little Liza Jane ♪♪

♪ and away we go now ♪

♪ oh, little Liza,
little Liza Jane ♪

♪ say I met this girl in Baltimore... ♪

♪ Little Liza Jane ♪

♪ see, her brother's on the level,
won't see her no more now ♪

♪ little Liza Jane ♪

♪ then I came down South
to New Orleans ♪

♪ little Liza Jane ♪

♪ she was the prettiest thing
that you ever could see ♪

- ♪ little Liza Jane ♪
- ♪ Ooh, little Liza Jane ♪

♪ oh, little Liza,
little Liza Jane ♪

- ♪ little Liza Jane ♪
- ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane ♪

- ♪ yadda yadda yadda yo! ♪
- ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane ♪

- ♪ oodley oodley oodley oh ♪
- ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane ♪

♪ I say, okay, I gotta girl,
probably wouldn't understand... ♪

♪ She's 5'7", blonde hair, no tan ♪

♪ she's a crazy mother mother,
she's a little insane ♪

- ♪ what's the name of that girl? ♪
- ♪ Miss Liza Jane ♪

♪ I say, I met her hanging
out by the h.O.B. ♪

♪ she was drinking and dancing
like nobody could see ♪

♪ but I saw you feet bopping
on the top of that car ♪

♪ little Liza Jane, baby girl,
you're a star, hey! ♪

- ♪ oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane ♪
- ♪ Baby, don't you go ♪

- ♪ oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane ♪
- ♪ Hey hey. ♪

I told you not
to ask that girl out.

Really I remember you telling
me I was hopeless if I didn't.

Well, that too, but at least
you'd be hopeless and living.

Now you getting ready to go out

with these vietnamese cats
and you might not come back.

- What you mean, man?
- Shrimp boat, baby.

They ain't oystermen.

They going way
the fuck out in the Gulf,

gone for three,
four days, usually.

Where the hell you been?
Let's go! You're late!

Just how pretty is she to you?

Yo, you don't come back,
I get your guitar, right?

Hey. This one time,
we'll bend the rules.

Understand? You got it?

- Yes.
- Go to work.

Let's move!

One, two, three...

That's it. Better.

Better.
Can you feel it?

So what do you think?

I can work with him
if he's willing to work.

Antoine, for you-- 40.

30.

45.

Two lessons in advance.

- Thanks, Mr. Batiste.
- Uh-huh.

Y'all playing
anywhere this week?

I'ma come see you if I can.

Me and my boy Denard, we
wanna start our own band,

- like y'all.
- Yeah? Who the band leader?

- Me.
- Pssh.

Boy...

You don't know
what you getting into.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

- It was bad?
- No.

You were good.

Were good.

It was good, but this is bad.

It's the first rule.

Do not fuck the floor.

No, the first
first rule--

Never ever fuck
your sous-chef.

I work for Susan now.

Ripert said it--

Friends and lovers come and go,

but your sous-chef
is for life.

For life.

But this-- Um, if I have
a restaurant again--

I mean, I just fucked
myself here, you know?

I will cook for you.

No, this messes
everything-- Okay.

It's a one-off.

I go back to New York
and that's it.

And if we work
together again--

And I know we will--

Then you promise to act
like this never happened.

- Vraiment?
- Oui. Vraiment.

- Your honor.
- Toni, you look great.

- Oh.
- Come here.

- Great to see you.
- Sit down. Sit sit.

I was sorry to hear about cray.

Oh yeah, mm-hmm.
How are they treating you?

Oh, what does it matter?
I'm busting out of this place night after next.

- This tinhorn joint can't hold me, see?
- Both laughing )

I'd better get started for you.

They're only gonna give us
about an hour or so.

That's all
I've got on the one...

- All right.
- ...And this is what I have on the other.

Son, you take care
of my business so well,

I sometimes forget you exist.

So what's left
on the current contract?

Not more than a day--
That's why I called.

- There's a problem.
- Say what?

I called P&J in Florida
about the re-up--

Eighth time, and I'm not expecting
anything but more of the same.

- And?
- They say we ain't on the list

of approved
contractors no more.

Who you piss off, boss man?

Nobody.

I love everybody.
Everybody loves me.

What the fuck? I'll sort it out.
Don't worry.

I don't worry.

Worrying's above my
motherfucking pay grade.

They're not gonna
hand you the file.

- Get that thought out of your mind.
- Of course not.

I'm thinking you call
the Federales.

D.O.J. is not gonna
do shit about this.

- Oh yeah.
- Republican white house.

- Yeah.
- There isn't a U.S. attorney in the country

who'll bring a civil rights
case to save his life.

Have you read the papers?

They're firing everyone
who won't toe the line.

That's true enough,

but I think if you got the right FBI
agent interested,

I think somebody'd do
the legwork here--

I mean, on the premise
that Hillary

or somebody wins next year
and changes the game.

Try Collington, squad 6.

Of course, he's probably up
to his ass in Morial stuff.

It seems all the feds give
a shit about these days

is running down Morial
and his people.

- Still?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, do you hear
they got Pampy Barre?

- They flipped his ass.
- Where did you hear that?

What do you mean?
The prison grapevine, darling.

Come on. The feds were down
here talking to some guys,

trying to firm up some of
the stuff Pampy's given up.

- Like what?
- Oh, Oliver Thomas for one.

- Oliver? No way.
- What do you mean, no way?

We're talking about the same
Oliver Thomas who came up

- under singleton's machine.
- Oliver's not singleton.

And ever since the storm, he has
been a voice for this city.

- He's a good man.
- Yeah well, we're all good men.

We all love our mamas.

We all root for the saints.

Last time I checked, Toni,
this is still Louisiana.

Oliver likes the ponies I hear.

What does a councilman make?
What, 40 thou a year?

And Oliver, he isn't rich
to begin with

like some of them
on the council, right?

I can see you think
well of the guy.

But, Toni,
you haven't always been

a great judge of character.

Yeah yeah. Okay.

- Good luck with the case.
- Thank you.

- Come see me again sometime.
- You bet.

- Okay. Okay.
- Thank you.

Chief commander to the north...

But the record don't come
out till next fall, right?

Advance orders on this,
crazy good.

Advanced orders?

From where?

Sweden, Switzerland...

Brazil, Japan.

Japan loves jazz.

And New Orleans stuff
since the storm-- Whew.

$20,000?

Whew. You get
one of these too?

Yeah, and don, Mac and them already
been paid for the session.

Shit.

We gotta cut another record.

Um, yeah.

You ever catch
that witness at home?

Well, I'll get to it,
lieutenant.

When?

Don't worry, l.T.
You're covered.

- Fine. Luis.
- Hey, lieutenant.

Something interesting
in a couple of cases, captain.

Possible break
in the Abreu thing.

Abreu?

Refresh my memory.

Kid found shot
inside Robideaux's,

one in the head, close range.

- What about it?
- Well, I got a tip from a legal aid lawyer

that it might be connected

to another shooting
in the Iberville projects

same week after the storm,
maybe the same day.

Second Vic is Leon Seals.

- A legal aid lawyer?
- Yeah, cold-called me a week ago.

Can I?
Yeah, so I'm--

I'm working the--
Working the ballistics

and it shouldn't matter,
because the Abreu case,

things recovered by the
first officer went missing.

- So?
- Well, it turns out

that the detectives
working the cases,

they never went out to Saint
Gabriel to recover evidence.

The shit's just sitting
there, all bagged up

until d-mort closes

and they send it all back to temporary
evidence, so I went over to see.

- You did, huh?
- Yeah, and it turns out

that we got a good bullet
out of the Abreu kid

but a mutilated slug
from Seals,

so there's no comparison there.

But casings--

We got casings
from both the shootings.

You just said the casings
from Abreu went missing.

Right, the ones
from the scene did,

but when the morgue guys went
through the kid's bloody clothes,

they found this right here...

In one of the pants cuffs.

It's a clean .38 shell.

And guess what--
That legal aid guy,

he goes to the Seals
scene, with a witness,

and he recovers this.

It's amazing how anyone working that
crime scene would miss it, right?

A legal aid lawyer
recovered those?

- Yeah.
- Fuck it.

No clean chain of custody.

Well, the lawyers can
argue about it, sure,

but for right now

we've got good casings
from both scenes.

So I'm gonna send 'em over
for comparison.

I mean, if the casings
are the same,

then we should be proceeding as
if the cases are linked, right?

Gives us something
to go on, anyway.

That's good work, lieutenant.

No, it's shit that should've
been done months ago,

but neither of those cases
got worked at all.

Yeah well, the stuff
right after the storm

kinda got dumped.
Now-- Too many new cases.

Oh yeah, that--
That legal aid guy,

he says that he has witnesses
putting police at both the scenes.

- Police?
- Yeah, he's saying the witnesses are I.D.ing

cops as the shooters, not that anyone's
coming forward on it or anything.

But it's probably
bullshit, I know.

Hey.

- Oh hi, buddy.
- Hi.

- Mmm, how was it?
- It was okay.

A rough flight
coming back though.

God, it felt like we fell onto
Laguardia more than landed.

- What's up, gator?
- Hey, chef. Hey, thanks for the day.

Hey, no worries.
Your friend, he's okay?

My sous-chef?
Yup, he's out of jail.

- Huh.
- They lock up sous-chefs down there?

Yeah, it's a tough town.
Saucier gets in trouble,

- they shoot him on the spot.
- As they should,

what with their saucy,
fake personalities

and their buttery,
unctuous way of talking.

- They're an untrustworthy bunch.
- Hey, dickface, shut it.

Donald link called me after he came
in for your last Southern night.

- Yeah?
- He seems to think you can cook.

I can cook.

Did you hear that, Nicky?

I can-- Oh shit.

All right, young boy,
come help me.

Come help me, come help me.

Go, go, go.

You need to pull, pull harder!

Pull harder.
Go!

Two hands, Voh-Yung.

Two hands, like me.

If you work like that,
you're Voh-Yung, man.

- Voh-Yung?
- Yeah.

Yeah, that's me, right?

Yeah, voh-Yung.

Voh-Yung.

Mr. tran, what does
voh-Yung mean?

Useless.

Vo-Yung, vo-Yung, vo-Yung...

♪ Guardians, here we come ♪

♪ coming through ♪

♪ oh guardians ♪

♪ coming through. ♪

Wow. You got
something there.

- Hell yes.
- That will stand.

That will stand up
most definitely.

- Congratulations, man.
- No, I couldn't have done it without you, man.

I'm thinking I'd like to run

some of these charts
past my guys

- and play 'em for Jazz Fest.
- Yeah?

Yeah, and bring you
and your father up

and we could share
the set together.

- We're doing it first Friday.
- Yeah.

But I gotta run back to New
York, handle some things.

- What time's the set?
- 3:15 at the jazz tent.

That'll work.
I'll be back before then.

One love.

Yes!

- I'm dreaming... again.
- I know.

I know.

I'm scared
of my fucking dreams.

I know.

- Crime lab.
- Ballistics, please.

I'll transfer you.

Hey, this is lieutenant
Colson over at n.O.P.D.

I'm wondering if you got to that
priority comparison yet today.

I sent it yesterday.

Comparison?
You only sent one over.

No, there were definitely
two submissions--

Both bagged,
one casing in each.

I assumed you made
some sort of mistake.

All right. I'll look
into it on my end.

Sure you didn't...?

No. Okay.

Called my guy in Baton Rouge.
He gives me the bad news,

tell me I'm cut off, tells
me I should see my friend.

I would've called you,

but I don't want
to use your phone.

My phone?

A fella named Pampy Barre

got indicted federally
last year--

He's flipped. Word is
he's flipped on Thomas.

- Oh Jesus.
- Something to do with a contract

on a downtown parking lot.
Sounds like penny-ante shit, but who knows?

In any event, I know you and
Oliver had done some business.

- We just--
- I don't want to know,

but what I'm telling you now

is that we're gonna have to take you and
your chips off the table for awhile.

Demo contracts,
mid-city real estate,

I'm gonna shift that
to other people for awhile

until we see
where all this is going.

- Even if--
- Nelson, your value to me on the real estate side

was your anonymity
in this town.

And if your name comes up
in a federal investigation,

that's no longer the case.

So be patient on this, please.

I need you to back away
from the table for awhile.

And if Thomas walks up
to you wanting to talk,

remember, he could be a walking
microphone, you understand?

We need to talk about
anything, I'll reach out.

Otherwise, this could be a
good time for you to go home,

see family and friends
back in Dallas.

I got out of prison, bro.

Now today, back to the money.
I gotta do what I gotta do.

- I had to come up, bro.
- Right right.

Know what I'm saying?

- Hey.
- Hey, you.

Ernest here?

Should be by later.

Can I help you?

Okay, I'm gonna leave
this list with you.

Refrigerator, beer cooler,
jukebox, register--

Good prices on all of 'em.

I'm asking
best-price offer, okay?

I'll let him know.

I'm gonna try to come up with
something, you know what I'm saying?

- It's crazy, brah.
- Loving that. I'm loving that.

My-- My go?

I'm hurting, lil bro.
I'm telling you.

I'm telling you.

Operator 205,
what is your report?

- Yes, emergency.
- Which department?

Police. I need the goddamn
police, right away.

- So how'd you find me?
- Donald link.

Oh. So he really is
singing my praises, huh?

Can't stop talking
about what you're doing

with Chang's
Southern cooking night.

- Wow.
- He is not the only one.

So what do you think?

What do I think?

I think it's a lot
to think about.

Huh. I'm talking about
giving you a fat salary--

Week in, week out-- And
25% share of the place.

Now I know you've had your own restaurant,
I know you're used to being the boss,

but for all intents and
purposes, this will be yours

with your name on the menu under
"executive chef." Your crew.

Equipment is a half-million-dollar
build-out on my part.

And guess what--
Link, Spicer, Besh,

they're willing to back an
additional quarter-mil loan.

If we start turning a profit,

they'll let you
buy them out over time.

You have friends
who want you home.

- What about you?
- Hmm?

I get a chance to buy you
out if we turn the corner?

I'm here for the money,

so no, we turn the corner,
I turn the corner with you.

Oh, it's just...

I'm just hitting
my stride here, you know?

- Hitting your stride.
- I'm happy at the peach.

Chef, you hit your stride.

You're there.

- Let me think about it.
- Well, think fast.

There's a couple of
properties in the c.B.D.

That are up for auction.

I'm going down tomorrow.

- You should too.
- I just took time off.

- I just got back from New Orleans.
- It's your call.

God damn it,
the man gonna roll out

if they don't fucking show up!

I understand, ma'am.
The officers are on--

The man who beat and raped me

is inside that bar.

He just sitting in there,
pulling on a beer.

- Hold on, hold on. Raped you when?
- Five months ago.

He been locked up for it.
He been locked up

all this time, God damn it.

- So he's been charged?
- He been in jail!

Both of them,
they've been in jail.

- Maybe he made bail.
- Nuh-uh. Ain't no bail.

I just talked to the district
attorney yesterday.

Now that boy supposed
to be locked up,

so go in there
and lock him the fuck up!

He got a yellow and white
t-shirt, yellow cap.

He's sitting at that
table by the window.

- Hey, stop. Stop.
- What the fuck is this, man?

- This is bullshit!
- Get down.

- Stay down.
- Yeah.

It's me.

Hey!

- Me!
- Whoa! You're both going to o.P.P.

- If you keep this shit up!
- Me! Me, motherfucker!

Me! It's me!

Me!

It's me! It's me!

It's me.

- Oil from the rig.
- Was there a spill?

No, no spill.

But they leak slow.

Slow leaks?
All of them?

Most.

How many of these are out here?

Pump stations? Some.

Dead rigs?

1,000? 10,000?

Crazy.

People d what they want,

take what they want

and then they move on.

So I guess you wanna dump those off
at home before we go to dinner.

We could go back to your place,
grab a bite to eat in Brooklyn.

You wanna lug those all the way
out to Brooklyn then back again?

Uh, actually,
I was kinda thinking

you could hold onto these
for me for awhile.

Oh, you wanna bring
your turntables over too

and school me on ancient African-American
music of the 20th century?

Yeah, my turntables

and all the rest of my shit.

Say what?

I decided I gotta
give up my apartment.

- Seriously?
- Yeah, I got to.

I can see I gotta go down to
New Orleans for about as long

as it's gonna take my father to
get the house back together.

I can't let him go on living
how he been living any longer.

So you're moving back?

No, just for
a few months, probably.

I'll be in and out on gigs.

So you want me to make a nice
home for your record collection

and your winter clothes,
is that the plan?

No no no, it's not forever.
It's just-- I--

I can't keep the apartment

and give my father enough
money to rebuild the house.

I gotta give it up,
at least for awhile.

Okay, I get that-- Your
father needs your help.

So why don't you just rent storage
space like everybody else in New York?

I was just trying to lower my overhead.
Forget I asked.

Delmond, is this
your passive-aggressive way

of asking to move in
with me... in stages?

Like first your shit and then
you every time you're in town?

Cheaper and friendlier
than a hotel,

get laid, look at your records
and then "see you next month"?

- No, it-- It ain't like that.
- Because moving in together,

that's a full-time,

one-man-one-woman
type of moment,

and you're not exactly
having that moment, are you?

- Huh.
- Jill.

I'm out.

You need a ride?

No, my mom's picking me up.

Are you all right?

It's bad, isn't it?

What?

What have you heard?

My mom heard something.

- It gets around, huh?
- Huh.

Why? Why did you--

I can't really say.

I don't think
I've figured it out.

But what I do know is
everything we do counts.

Everything.

It all plays out.

Hey look, your mom's here.

Tell her hi for me.

For me to walk
into a goddamn bar

five blocks from my own and see
this motherfucker sitting there

drinking a Heineken
like any other person--

There was a clerical
mistake, Mrs. Williams.

When we dropped the charges
on the other case,

the jail failed to note the
detainer for your charges as well.

The fuck is wrong
with you people?

You lose my brother in
the damn jail for months

and then you let this vicious
little motherfucker go

the first chance you get.

We trying to live in this city.

We trying to come back here,

put what little shit we got
back together and live.

And all y'all manage
to bring to that is nothing.

Rebuild a house?
Hell no.

"Fill out
these forms and wait."

Get your child back
in school? Which one?

You got three
different school systems.

Two of 'em ain't teaching shit and the
third one can only hold but so many.

Open the hospital
back up? Hell no.

Let's tear down some more
neighborhoods instead.

Solve a crime or two?

Oh hell the fuck no!

I don't blame you
for being upset.

Upset?

Bitch, I'm past upset.

I'm all the way
to lost-my-fucking-mind.

I'll tell you one thing--

We ain't selling that damn bar.

Look at you.
This is who I married.

You went away.
Now you back.

The hell are you
talking about, Larry?

You hate the bar.
You always did.

Hate it to death,

but we ain't selling it.

And we ain't staying
in Baton Rouge neither.

We coming home--
All of us.

You ain't gonna be
who you are otherwise.

I see it now.

Come on, baby.

Davis, you yourself said

- he was a better guitarist.
- He is, definitely.

Mmm, but you're still singing,

rapping or whatever
it is you do.

Well, I can see
there is nothing I can say

to crash
your pity party, but...

- ...This is for you.
- What's this?

Oh, it's just half the proceeds

from selling
lil Calliope's contract

to this other local label--
Uh, cash something.

Cash mon--

You sold Calliope's contract
to cash money for $8,45--

Of course not,
I sold it for $30,000,

which means I am
already in the black

from this wonderful
little adventure of yours

and we hadn't even
released the sampler yet.

Whoo! I love
the music business.

Um, okay.

If you sold that for $30,000,

then why is mine
$4,267.95?

Davis, you are aware

that you have been charging
a variety of expenses

to my credit card
for the last several months?

Honey,
it goes without saying--

Never mind, I--
Never mind, I got it.

- So Calliope, my band--
- Hm-mmm, not the band.

They just wanted
the contract on Calliope.

Honey, don't look so glum.

You just make yourself
a new band.

That's easy for you.

Listen here-- You do what you
do again, I'll do what I do

and everything will be
peaches and cream, won't it?

Again, please.

So what's so secret you won't
even come to the field office?

They still make you sign in
at the front desk, right?

Or is the FBI doing away
with the formalities?

That bad?

That's everything we have
on the Danziger shoot.

You might as well
start saving string

for when Eddie screws up
the state case.

Also this kid Abreu
from first district

and another one-- Seals.

Couple more as well.

- And?
- All of it's been dumped.

Every case.

Witnesses blocked,
evidence missing,

no follow-up, no real
investigative response

and all of them,
I'm beginning to believe,

are police-involved.

- In your opinion.
- Let me tell you what I just did.

I fucking lied to my captain.

I told him that
I had spent casings

that could link two of those
cases-- Abreu and Seals.

I told him that I had a witness

saying that
the shooters were police.

And you know what happened?

They lost one of the casings.

The lost it on the way over
to Jeff Parish ballistics lab.

- What do you mean?
- I mean it didn't get there.

They disappeared
the motherfucker.

And the funny thing is
it wasn't from Abreu.

I lied to him.

Both casings were from Seals,

but they thought I was
going somewhere with it

and so they
disappeared the shit

like they've been doing all
along, the motherfuckers.

Jimmy, you guys gotta come in

and clean house.

I'll do what I can.

What the fuck?

I come to town,

make friends,

I've got a kind word
for everybody,

doing what I do,
making what I can,

getting it done.

And now, coz, I could
go to fucking jail.

What? Why?

Don't you get it?

The feds rolled somebody up
on Oliver Thomas,

the council guy
I was working with.

Now Thomas,
he could roll me up.

- For what?
- For bullshit.

I threw the guy a little cash

for the cable thing, remember?

I did right by him.

That how you do it in Dallas?

Everywhere, coz.
Everywhere.

Nelson man, let me
ask you something--

What do you do?

What do I do?
What do you mean?

What is it that you do?

I do deals.
I make money.

But what do you make?
What is it that you do?

I mean, when I'm a bouncer,

I'm making sure the club
gets paid its cover

and keeping the drunks from grabbing
the girls or fighting each other.

And when I'm up on a house,
I'm putting on a roof.

I do a deal,
something gets done.

Like what?

This real estate thing--

I'll let you in on a secret.

They're gonna build
a new hospital there.

That's why we're
buying up the houses.

Coz, everyone I talk to says there's a
hospital already that they won't reopen.

Okay.
Well, this'll be a new hospital.

- A better hospital maybe.
- But you ain't gonna build it.

You bought some land to sell
some land to make some money

before they built it, just
like you didn't do no hauling.

- So?
- So I put a roof up,

it won't rain in some
poor motherfucker's house.

I've gotta go.

- Hey, chef?
- Yes?

I can't believe I gotta ask,

but I need to go back to new
Orleans for a couple of days.

- Back to New Orleans?
- I know. I'm an asshole.

Well, if you're doing this
to help out your sous-chef,

you're doing
what you need to do.

On the other hand,
if you're going back home

because there's some dudes that are
trying to poach you from my kitchen

to help you set up your own shop,
then yes, you're an asshole.

- Yeah, you've heard.
- It's a small world, chef.

I don't know that I'm gonna jump.
I really don't.

I'm happy here.
I mean in your kitchen, I am. I'm happy.

- But homesick.
- That too.

Look, this guy wants to show
me a couple of locations.

He says they're not gonna
stay on the market long,

but I don't know what I wanna do.
I really don't.

Well, if you go home,
go with God.

I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead.

But if you're gonna stay here,

be happy with your work.

Either way, I'm holding
onto that chicken dish.

- Cheers.
- It's yours.

- ♪ Well now, ferryman ♪
- ♪ Oh, ferryman ♪

- ♪ oh, ferryman ♪
- ♪ Oh, ferryman ♪

♪ take me across
the way tonight ♪

♪ those golden fields
are calling out to me ♪

♪ a shore along
the beach of night ♪

- ♪ yes now, ferryman ♪
- ♪ Oh, ferryman ♪

- ♪ oh, ferryman ♪
- ♪ Oh, ferryman ♪

♪ won't you please
take my fee? ♪

♪ I've kissed a coin for heaven
and a coin for me ♪

♪ oh, ferryman,
set me free... ♪

Hey.

Who is that in the blues tent?

Um, I'm gonna say
Deacon John and his band.

Ding! Correct answer.

Well, let's catch that first

and then subdudes.
I wanna watch their set.

Okay, subdudes till
half-past 2:00

then I wanna go over
to the jazz tent

and catch the guardians doing
whatever they're doing

with Donald Harrison.

Supposedly they're working
on a cd together.

- All right, cool.
- Oh fuck!

- What?
- I, uh-- Can we--

- I forgot something. Can we go back?
- No, no way.

- Oh fuck.
- Davis, no, no, no, no, no.

You didn't remember your weed

because you already smoked
some of it today.

It's almost poetic.
Come on.

I'm going
to Jazz Fest weedless?

- You're gonna be okay.
- It's gonna be weird.

I don't know if I can do this.

- Shorty! Brah!
- Batiste my man.

- What's going on?
- What's up, man?

- How you doing, darling?
- Hey, Troy.

Looks like we got a
little drummer here, huh?

- You think?
- Look at her go.

Everything on the one
like a little Willie green.

I was hoping
for piano, actually,

- have her learn that theory first.
- Piano's always on time,

especially if she wanna
do a little composing.

So, what, you playing today?

No no, tomorrow at jazz tent.

- I'm just out enjoying the day.
- Cool.

- What else you up to?
- Nothing much.

- Catch a little taste of home before I roll out.
- Roll out where?

Japan. Henry Butler needed a bone player,
plus I ain't never been to Japan,

- so you know.
- Henry Butler, huh?

You playing anywhere
this week, Antoine?

Man, this week-- No.

Well, y'all enjoy Jazz Fest.

- Have a good time.
- All right.

- Henry Butler, huh?
- Japan Japan?

Needless to say, given
the open-investigation exclusion

in the public records law,
I can't go much further,

but you all can.

Thank you for
bringing this to our attention.

We will certainly review
your allegations.

And the witness you interviewed,
is he willing to be identified,

go to grand jury on it?

If it's clear you guys are
bringing a real investigation

and you can ensure his safety, I
think he will come forward, yes.

Well, at this point, anything we
say further would be... premature.

As you know, this office
has a lot on its plate.

And this is
the first we're hearing

of any civil rights issues
involving the n.O.P.D.

Well then.

Maybe after the next election.

Play it, boy!

♪ Hu-ta-nay ♪

♪ Hu-ta-nay,
hu-ta-nay ♪

♪ hu-ta-nay, hu-ta-nay ♪

- ♪ say what they know ♪
- ♪ Hu-ta-nay ♪

- ♪ early in the morning ♪
- ♪ Hu-ta-nay ♪

- ♪ oh the big chief coming ♪
- ♪ Hu-ta-nay... ♪

- Gumbo ya-ya.
- What?

- Gumbo ya-ya. - Yes!

- ♪ Hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Hey now, mama ♪

- Hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Look over yonder ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Itty-bitty boy ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Itty-bitty girl ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Go tell your mama ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Go find your papa ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Indians a-coming ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ I know, boy... ♪

Hey.

- Hey, mama.
- Oh!

It's first day of Jazz Fest, eh?

A shame you're grounded, huh?

I did what I did.

What happened to the blue?

Hmm? I was kinda
getting used to it.

You got homework?

Some.

I'm really sad about Oliver.

He would've been a good mayor.

Maybe.

Then again, he did take
the money, right?

Seems so.

You know, folks just are, Sof.

Sometimes we're
better than ourselves

and sometimes we're worse.

Sometimes we please and...

Sometimes we disappoint.

I don't know.

I guess we're not really talking
about Oliver Thomas anymore, right?

I still love him.

I always will.

But I can't forgive him.

I know.

Not yet, anyway, huh?

I'm all dressed up in
the Grand Marshasuit, oh! ♪

♪ ready to buck jump
and party too ♪

♪ 'cause everybody
wanna live here ♪

♪ everybody wanna be here! ♪

♪ come on, y'all,
let's Mardi Gras ♪

♪ everybody wanna live here ♪

♪ everybody wanna be here ♪

♪ come on, y'all. ♪

Ah! Yeah!

Yeah!

Come on, y'all.

Hey, you.

- Hey, voh-Yung man.
- Yeah, I got it.

That's Mr. voh-Yung to you.

Okay.

See you.

- What the fuck are you wearing, son?
- Okay, change of set.

- What?
- I'm calling for "sex machine" in g...

- Oh boy.
- ...The people's key. Can you gentlemen hang?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, we got that.

Yeah, okay.
Kurt, bring your bootsy.

- Always.
- Come here. If I'm James,

- then you must be Bobby byrd, you feel?
- I feel.

- All right.
- Let's do it.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Excuse me.
It has come to my attention

that there are
some among you who feel

that someone of my disposition

cannot in fact bring the funk.

You mean your complexion.

Yes, I know.

There are those
who say, "Davis,

are you not aware
that you are from...

Uptown?"

Well then...

In my final performance
with the Brassy Knoll,

which will no doubt go on to
great things in my absence,

please allow m to offer the
following in my defense.

Oh whoo! Yeah! Bring it, baby!

Fellas, I feel like
I'm ready to get into it.

- Get into it.
- I wanna-- I wanna get up and do my thing.

- Do your thing.
- Like a-- Like a--

- What? What?
- Like a-- Like a s-sex machine.

- Doing it-- Doing it and grooving it, man.
- Do it. Do it.

- Do your thing. Do your thing.
- Okay, would it be okay with y'all if I--

- If I counted it off?
- Count it off.

- It would be okay?
- Count it off.

I think I'll do my thing
now and count it off.

One, two, three, four!

- ♪ Get up ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ get up ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ stay on the scene ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ like a sex machine ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ get up ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ get up ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ stay on the scene ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ like a sex machine ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

♪ wait a minute,
move your arms ♪

♪ then use your form ♪

♪ stay on the scene ♪

♪ like a sex machine ♪

♪ you got to have the feeling

♪ as sure
as you're born... ♪

- Huh!
- ♪ Get it together ♪

- ♪ right on, right on ♪
- ♪ Right on, right on ♪

- ♪ get up ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ get up ♪
- ♪ Get on up... ♪

Hit it!

- ♪ Get up! ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ get up! ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ get up ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

- ♪ get up ♪
- ♪ Get on up ♪

♪ shake your money-maker ♪

♪ shake your
money-maker ♪

♪ shake your money-maker ♪

♪ shake your
money-maker ♪

♪ shake your money-maker... ♪

♪ Shake your money-maker ♪

♪ shake your
money-maker ♪

♪ shake your money-maker ♪

♪ shake your
money-maker ♪

♪ shake your money-maker... ♪

Good luck to Calliope

and the Brassy Knoll--

Or whatever they choose
to call themselves

in the next incarnation.

I'm D.J. Davis,

and I am out!

Who's got the funk?

D.J. Davis got the funk!

Who's got the funk?

D.J. Davis got the funk!

- Awesome.
- Who's got the funk?

- Oh.
- D.J. Davis got the funk!

- Who's got the funk?
- Next year, the Comus Ball.

D.J. Davis got the funk!

Who's got the funk?

D.J. Davis got the funk.

- ♪ I'm the true, I'm the true ♪
- ♪ I'm the true, I'm the true ♪

- ♪ I'm the true, I'm the true ♪
- ♪ I'm the true, I'm the true... ♪

All right.
What's up?

- Ma'am.
- Robert.

- You need to be home by 11:00.
- That's no problem.

All right.
You ready?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

We're gonna rehearse
all day first.

♪ Oye, Isabel ♪

♪ don't listen to some of
the things your papa say ♪

♪ oye, Isabel ♪

♪ don't listen to the
things your papa say ♪

♪ your daddy don't like me ♪

♪ I could tell it
from the very first day ♪

♪ your daddy didn't like me
from the very start ♪

♪yeah, but, Isabel,
I want you ♪

♪ gonna love you,
love you, love you anyway ♪

♪ I'm gonna love you
with all my heart ♪

♪ that's why I'm singing ♪

♪ oye, Isabel ♪

♪ don't listen to the things your
papa say oye, pretty mama... ♪

♪ Everybody's had a few ♪

♪ now they're talking
about who knows who ♪

♪ I'm going back
to the Crescent city ♪

♪ where everything's
still the same ♪

♪ this town has said
what it has to say ♪

♪ now I'm after
that back highway ♪

♪ and the longest bridge ♪

♪ I've ever crossed over
pontchartrain ♪

♪ "tu le ton son ton" ♪

♪ that's what we say ♪

♪ we used to dance ♪

♪ the night away... ♪

♪ I love you, baby ♪

♪ how does it feel? ♪

♪ I said
how does it feel? ♪

♪ mama lives in Mandeville ♪

♪ I can hardly wait until ♪

♪ I can hear my zydeco ♪

♪ and laissez
les bon temps roulet ♪

♪ and take rides
in open cars... ♪

It's amazing she wrote
this before the storm.

- ♪ My brother knows where the best bars are... ♪
- It's universal.

- ♪ Let's see how these blues'll do... ♪
- It's what makes it great.

♪ In the town where
the good times stay ♪

♪ "tu le ton son ton" ♪

♪ that's what we say ♪

♪ we used to dance ♪

♪ the night away... ♪

Say what you want
about high-end cuisine,

but it is not Jazz Fest

without a bowl
of crawfish Monica.

C'est formidable, non?

Janette! What's up?

Hi, I'm Annie Talarico.

Hey, Annie. I'm janette and this
is, um, my friend, Jacques Jhoni.

- How do you do?
- You're out, brah.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

Right on, man.
You're home.

- What for?
- I wish I knew.

I came in last night

to look at a couple of restaurant
properties with somebody.

- Oh great.
- So we'll see.

You're punching way out of your
weight class, aren't you, Davis?

I always did.

You, uh--
You should stop by.

I'm still holding
some more of your mail.

Oh, okay.

- Sure sure.
- All right, we're off.

- See you.
- Nice to meet you.

All right, rhythm section in the
back, ladies in the front.

Come on.

All right.

Here we go!

Hold it.
Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Whatcha gotta do
first here, huh?

Hey, come on. This is
a paying gig, ain't it?

Y'all professional
musicians, right?

Oh yeah.

There you go.
You see...

You gotta seed that shit some.

You know, right?

You feeling me?
All right.

Play for that money.

All right, one, two,

one, two, you know
what to do, unh!

Come on!

Jess!

Play it, girl.

Next time
I'm gonna fine you, son.

With himself on tenor sax...

And an alto solo by Warren bell.

Hey.

- Hmm.
- Just dreaming.

From a collection
of Jerome kern classics.

And before that, bud Powell's
"now is the time"

off his "blues
in the closet" release.

You're listening
to Jeffy Jeff on WWOZ,

90.7 fm
New Orleans, Louisiana.

Let's keep it down here

with another
of our favorite songs.

- Here you go, for two.
- Hey.

Oh, I'm her mother.
She's not gonna be drinkin'.

Thank you.

Oh yeah!

Whoo! Oh yeah!

Yeah!

I'm gonna go up front to dance.

- Whoo!
- Thanks for tonight, mama.

Temporary reprieve-- You
missed all of Jazz Fest.

James Andrews in this here.

Rebirth at the maple leaf,
y'all, every Tuesday

for the last, what, 81 years?

92. 92, baby. 92.

Oh, my bad, my bad.

- Can't sleep.
- Huh. Not me, I'm dying for a nap.

How's the band?

You think
Darnell takes me back on?

- When has he not?
- Huh. Yeah.

Hey, if you wanna lay down

on the couch in the lobby,

I'll spin a set
for you. No problem.

All right.

Thanks.

That was...

I'm not sure.

Uh, kid Jordan, I think.

But this is
D.J. Davis working relief

for Jeffy Jeff.

Anyway, New Orleans,

we're all still here, ain't we?

A few more home every day.

And even if it isn't
as it should be,

even if they make it hard...

Where else would we go?

Who else would have us?

Yeah, you right.

Let pops tell it.

♪ Oh, when skies
are cloudy and gray ♪

♪ they're only gray for a day ♪

♪ so wrap your troubles
in dreams ♪

♪ and dream
your troubles away ♪

♪ until that sunshine
peeps through ♪

♪ there's only
one thing to do ♪

♪ so wrap your troubles
in dreams... ♪

♪ And dream your troubles away ♪

♪ castles may tumble,
that's fate after all ♪

♪ life's really funny
that way ♪

♪ no use to grumble ♪

♪ smile as they fall ♪

♪ weren't you king
for a day? ♪

♪ just remember that sunshine ♪

♪ always follows the rain ♪

♪ Wrayour troubles in dreams ♪

♪ and dream
your troubles away. ♪

Sorry for the dead air...

But that one got me.

Hell with it.