Treme (2010–2013): Season 2, Episode 9 - What is New Orleans? - full transcript

All right, we have
Davis Mcalary in the house,

famous and infamous for many of
our long-time OZ listeners.

And we have a new voice,
Lil Calliope,

that I've been hearing
a lot of good things about.

- So welcome.
- Hey, man, good to be here. Good to be here.

- Me too.
- Yeah. And you're here--

Y'all are here
with a new track,

"road home," which we're gonna play.
Tell us something about it.

Right, this is our
contribution to a sampler

which marks the debut of a new
label here in New Orleans,

'58 Mercury Monterey records.



- Gonna drop in a couple of weeks.
- Hmm. Hip hop?

And brass, funk and everything
else your mama warned you about.

Big Freedia, Katey Red,
Ballzack, 10th ward buck.

We even got Mannie Fresh
throwing down with us, man.

- Well, who fronts you?
- Uh, that would--

- Sorry.
- I killed this one.

Split the vocals with Davis.

I wrote, arranged and produced,

but all props to Lil Calliope.

I am awed to be presenting him
here at OZ for the first time.

Well, it's good
to represent and present.

Right, brah. Um, and as you can
tell by the title of the track,

we're taking this whole New
Orleans brass-funk-bounce thing

- to a place it's never been before.
- And that would be?



Musical insurrection.

D.J. Davis and the Brassy Knol
exists as political dissent,

and we will not rest until the entire
who dat nation is exactly that.

Because you know what
Katrina made clear?

I'm no longer from the
United States of America.

Right. Okay.

Uh, I got a second thing
I wanna lay on you.

A track called "the true,"
recorded this week.

That's another heavy political
statement, I take it?

- No no no, it's more of a club banger.
- No no no no no.

- Yeah.
- Me and don b put it together

- and kirk Joseph worked up a nasty horn riff.
- Yeah, that's--

- Check it out.
- Yeah, it's more of like a dance track.

- It's not really gonna be on the sampler.
- All right.

You know what? We're gonna give this a
listen a little later if we have time.

But right now it's time
for the debut of "road home"

by d.J. Davis and the brassy knoll.

- That was good.
- ♪ The road home ain't no road home ♪

- ♪ I'm sorry, but you need a form ♪
- ♪ But no, man, see ♪

- ♪ I'm sorry, you need a form... ♪
- What's he doing here?

- ♪ I'm sorry, you need a form... ♪
- I'm the talent.

♪ I been patiently
waiting a long time ♪

♪ up in this long line, like
I'm trying to use the John ♪

- ♪ but I'm just trying to get my little... ♪
- I love it.

♪ hanging in the Treme ♪

♪ watching people sashay ♪

♪ past my steps ♪

♪ by my porch ♪

♪ 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!

Start your day out there.

Uh-huh. We were talking
about the fact that a picture...

- Yes.
- ...ls worth a thousand-- Then this one,

- imagine that. - We do have a
little bit w of showers ...lng at...

Get dressed proper
in the morning,

strap on your shoes,

off to work, like most folks.

I'm telling you,
it's damn near time

you start putting yourself
back together.

Sitting up at night with a bottle
does nothing but kill your next day.

Your sons need to see you
wide awake and fresh

when they get up
in the morning.

Now you know how I feel
about that goddamn bar,

especially after what happened.
I hate that fucking place,

but hate you
on this sofa even more.

- So what you asking?
- I'm telling.

Either you reopen that bar
and you go back to work,

or we sell that fucking thing and
you bring your ass back up here

and be a part of this
family like you should.

One or the other, but either way
I need you up off your ass!

Got a meeting with the district
attorney day after tomorrow, so...

I'll reopen then.

- What?
- Where the hell you supposed to stay?

We closing your mama's
house in two weeks.

- You can't move no furniture back in there.
- I'll stay above the bar.

- The hell you will.
- Then I'll get a hotel room

downtown on
canal street, a'ight?

- Do we know who the judge is, Bob?
- Not yet,

but we did draw Ted Planzos
for the prosecution.

Now I don't want
to be optimistic here,

but my experience with Planzos

says that he's reasonable
at the very least.

- Any chance of getting this tossed?
- Frankly, no.

The fact that it's in Jefferson
parish means it goes forward.

Now the good news is that
they're gonna go after

the kid with the heroin charge,

so if we do everything
we're supposed to do,

they'll most likely
allow us to plea

and get probation.
Once you complete your probation,

they'll most likely go back
and clear your record.

How about a court date?

Well, for juvenile it's 90
days from date of offense,

so this is good.
It gives us time to prepare.

It also gives time to get the
blue streaks out of your hair.

I'd also like you to get some
sort of after-school job,

something that shows
you're busy and contributing.

She already has an internship
with the city council president

three days a week after school.

Well, the more
extracurriculars, the better,

so do something
with the other two weekdays.

We need to convey e impression

that you're a reasonably
responsible person

who made a mistake that was
totally out of character.

Now to do that I'm gonna have you
take some drug tests at a lab.

You want me to pee in a cup?

- God.
- Sofia.

I wasn't even using.
The stuff was just, like...

- Heroin, not "stuff."
- ...ln the car.

And the marijuana was yours.
You have been smoking weed.

In addition, I've arranged for
weekly meetings with Dana Weinstein.

She's a child psychologist
I work with.

If all goes well, Dana will testify
for us when we go to court.

- I'm not mental.
- Well, that's good to know,

but we still need an expert
to say so to the judge.

- Fuck this.
- Sofia!

Toni. Give me
a few minutes alone

with your daughter, please?

I'm not a layman, Bob.

I can be helpful here.

I work a very specific pocket
of the courthouse

and that's why you hired me.
So, please, let me work.

You're about to go to court
in Jefferson parish,

not Orleans.
You piss someone off,

it guarantees you won't be going
home to sleep in your own bed.

So you're gonna do
whatever I say to do

when I say it.
Understood?

Good. Sit up.

♪ I was born on a dublin street ♪

♪ where the loyal drums
did beat ♪

♪ and the loving English feet,
they trampled over us ♪

♪ and each and every night ♪

♪ when me father
came home tight ♪

♪ he'd invite the neighbors
outside with this chorus ♪

♪ come out, ye black and tan ♪

♪ come out and fight me
like a man ♪

♪ show the wife how you won
medals down in flanders ♪

♪ tell her how the I.R.A.
Made you run like hell away ♪

♪ from the green and lovely
lanes in Killashandra. ♪

Whoo! Very cool.

You don't see a lot
of those around here.

I guess it's understandable.
I suppose there's not much room

for a you could parade solo with it though.
Of a fatit's real portable.

- I'm Annie tee.
- Jim.

Mr. lynch is visiting
me from London where he is

a street entertainer of long
standing, much like ourselves.

- Yup.
- Me and Jim worked a summer together

a couple of years back.
I had to learn all that Tommy Makem shite

and he got Schled
in Hank Williams.

We were a lovely pair
of three-chord wonders.

- So you're gonna busk down here awhile?
- Just for a couple of weeks.

I came down for
the Saint Patrick's day things.

Harley kept going on about it.
Is it true they Chuck cabbages

- at people's heads off of parade floats?
- Yeah.

Really?
That's fucking mental.

I came by to see if you wanted to
work the square this afternoon.

- I could use the pocket money.
- I was gonna show him the town today,

- but how about tonight?
- I will see you there after dark.

- All right.
- All right. It was nice to meet you.

Very pretty.

Plays her ass off too.

Annie Tee--
Remember that name, brah.

- For real.
- I sure will.

Colson, hold on.

I came by to let you know

that Marsden not only
shitcanned Girardi,

but he transferred my
lieutenant, Eddie Corrigan.

Gone, as of this morning.
Good fucking job, Terry.

- You're blaming me?
- You ran your mouth, right?

You guys fucked the dog on the
Helen hill thing. You know this.

I don't come into your shop
and second-guess, motherfucker.

And I sure as shit don't run up the
back stairs to the deputy chief.

You been reading
"the times-pic" lately?

Big article
on drug use at lusher

and that one kid who overdosed.

Real problem they got.

Captain Guidry, shouldn't you be
out somewhere fouling evidence?

Funny. I hear the daughter of your
lawyer friend caught bracelets.

- My lawyer friend?
- Word gets around about you, Terry.

Bernette, right?
The one with the red hair.

Her kid got popped for h.

Fucking tragic.

But you guys are
right for each other.

That's another one
that likes to get involved

with everybody else's business

and pretend her own shit
smells like roses.

Lieutenant, for you
from chief Marsden.

Call him ASAP.

Horns up.

All right, let's go.

Crescendo.

Tone. Tone.

Accent.

All right, all right.

- Not bad.
- It sounded good to me.

Actually, Denard, you were
a half-measure behind.

- Hey hey.
- I was improvising,

so I could to stand out some.

But band is about being in
lockstep with the other players.

- Marching band, you mean.
- Yes.

I wanna be in one of them bands
where you can play free.

What? Y'all ain't even
up on two feet yet.

Y'all getting there,
but y'all ain't there yet.

This is the path right here.

Every New Orleans jazz musician
came out of a school band.

- It's how you learn.
- Mr. Batiste.

- Yeah.
- You was in one?

Saint augustine marching 100.

Where you playing now?

Oh, all over. Different gigs, you
know, some with my own band.

Tomorrow I'm playing down at the
blue nile on frenchmen street.

- Could we see you?
- I don't know. I mean, it's mostly adults.

- It ain't no place for kids.
- They got women in those clubs, right?

- Yeah.
- You get with some?

Oh no.

Charles.

- How many girlfriends you got, Mr. baptiste?
- Come here.

You were tight-lipped
on the phone, deputy.

- I hope I'm not in the jackpot here.
- No jackpot.

I just wanted
to tell you in person.

We're moving you over to
homicide, effective immediately.

There's an opening for a
lieutenant in the unit.

I think you're the right
choice for the posting.

Now your criticism
of the handling

of the hill case was on point.

So once there
in an official capacity,

you can work on the things that you
think are deficient in the unit.

There are others
in the department

who have more investigative
experience than me, deputy.

But that didn't stop you from
speaking your mind before, did it?

Is captain Guidry gonna remain
in command of homicide?

Yes.

Well, deputy,
as you can imagine,

John Guidry is not entirely
enamored of me at this moment.

I spoke to the captain and he knows
that you'll be working together.

Look, the department's got
problems everywhere, lieutenant,

but homicide is where we are
truly and deeply fucked.

One conviction-- One--

Out of 162 murders last year.

Here's your chance
to do better.

Do the job.
You'll be fine.

So what do you think, Darren?

You've been doing this
a long time.

There's a lot
of talent in this room.

It's hard to say who'll go on.

Too many
outside factors--

Family, the street.

Yeah, well, I guess
what I'm asking is

how do you know, as a teacher,

which kid has
the potential to stand out?

I'm not here to teach one kid.

This is about all of 'em.

This is more
than music, Antoine.

♪ coochie-mighty... ♪

♪ Coochie-mighty ♪

♪ I the big chief of the
guardians of the flame ♪

♪ Mardi Gras day I shoot
the fiyo in the game ♪

♪ I cry, "hey, mama!" ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Hey there, mama ♪

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

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Indian's coming ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Somebody's running ♪

♪ hu-ta-nay,
hu-ta-nay ♪

♪ hu-ta-nay... ♪

- What the hell?
- Man. That was sounding good too, man.

Dad, are you parched?
You need water or something?

I don't need no damn water.

Ron, I'm hearing you.

Are you hearing me,

or you don't want to hear me?

I wanna feel
the rhythm section.

- Whoa whoa. Daddy. Daddy.
- Oh shit.

- Yeah.
- Daddy, you trying to show Ron Carter,

who been the bottom of about
1,000 jazz recordings,

- how to play the bass?
- I'm trying to teach him some Indian, son.

I think I got this.
I think I got this.

- You know what I mean?
- I think I got it.

You heard what I was doing.

Trying to show Ron Carter
something on the bass

is like trying to show
a ho how to turn a trick.

It's an impossible maneuver.

Does this studio
sound all right to y'all?

- Huh?
- It was enough for Rudy van Gelder.

Something ain't right here.

Something just ain't-- It don't
even smell right up here.

You mean here in New York?

- Well, yeah.
- Come on, chief man.

We're musicians, man.
We play notes

that's gonna sound good
no matter where we are.

Now, chief, can we get
a take, man?

- Yeah.
- Let's get it, baby.

Let's see if y'all can get this right.

I'm telling y'all,

I've had it up to my teeth with
all of this bitching and moaning.

Tonight I had to run
down to magazine street

and rent a hi-hat
for Herman last minute,

- Mm-hmm.
- Come back here to find the horn section

except for Tim
all had other gigs.

Better-paying gigs,
probably.

Hey, man, you supposed
to be riding herd

- on these motherfuckers.
- Shut up, man. I'm making money.

But it ain't getting no better.

If y'all would just
hold the shit down,

we coming into
a better class of gigs.

- Like what?
- Blue nile had a couple of holes in their sched.

- Oh yeah.
- One tomorrow night,

and that's ours if we want it.

Nuh-uh. Think we can
fill that, man?

Oh, man, just off the walk-ins off of
frenchmen street we can fill that club.

Shit. But not if I can't get
you motherfuckers to show up!

A lot of us got regular gigs.

You don't think I have
other responsibilities?

- Oh ho ho.
- I got a day job in addition to this.

- Really?
- Hell yeah.

Y'all looking at the assistant
band leader down at Elie.

Not lying.

You know what?
Down there I'm respected.

Down there
I'm a goddamn professional.

- Whoa!
- Band leader. He leading a bunch of kids.

Fuck y'all. Fuck all y'all.

- What?!
- I'm not even gonna tell you how I'm working

on getting a late slot
at jazz fest.

- Y'all don't need to hear it.
- Yeah, right right.

But jazz fest cards been out
for two months now,

- so who you fooling?
- It's a late fill-in, Wanda.

- Whoa!
- But see, y'all don't need to know.

In fact, I'ma put all y'all
on a need-to-know basis,

and right now y'all don't
need to know shit.

Unless I've lost count,
that's more than 18 million

passing through me
in real estate purchases,

not even counting the building
that I've got my money on.

At 2.5 points,
that puts me

nearly half a million
on this caper alone.

And I'm well over two million since
I got off the plane down here.

I can't thank you enough.

Just wish I got here sooner.

You've done your part.

Truth is, I've got
potential investors lined up

for more property
than is actually available.

And I'll confess, Nelson, mid-city
isn't the only area we're looking at.

And yours isn't the only umbrella
I've got people sheltered under.

- I'm not surprised.
- But the window is closing.

There's an announcement coming--
Development zones, mid-city planning.

At this point,

we shouldn't just be waiting for
auctions and real estate sales.

We should be going door to door,
picking up everything we can.

You'll be amazed
when you see it.

The connections are so obvious.

I know what you're thinking.

- You do?
- Yeah.

"We got museums in New Orleans.
Better museums."

Pay my son no mind.

He's a little emotional these days.

I worry on him.

Have you ever been to Africa?

Once, but not west Africa.

I've been to South Africa

for a documentary on mandela

and the Robben island
soccer league.

You should go one day.
It's amazing.

I'm not much on travel.

If he ain't been there yet, it
ain't worth the trip, right?

- Whoa.
- That one especially, right?

The Loma of Liberia use such
masks for initiation ceremonies

and, like you all,
only the initiated members

of the all-male poro society
can carve a mask.

And they say that once
the male puts on the mask,

he's transformed into a spirit.

Looks familiar, right?

Yeah, it's clear to me
they got that from us.

Wait. What?

Look at the way they use them
feathers up on that headdress.

That's old-time
black Indian right there.

Daddy, we came from Africa,
not the other way around.

- Read the plaque.
- I ain't got to read the goddamn thing.

I got eyes.
I can see.

"Such ceremonial garb
can be dated as far back

as the late 18th century."

Now this cat right here
is wearing these threads

a hundred years before creole
wild west or yellow pocahontas

had a good dream about
Mardi Gras suits.

You see them shells?

You see the way
they use them shells?

That's my style.

Daddy, you can't be serious.

Oh, like you say, I know what I know.

Oh lord, take me now.

I appreciate you coming in.

I don't wanna make this any harder
for you than it already is.

- But I already did this.
- The problem is

detective Leroy, while she is
a good investigator,

misunderstood
a bit of procedure.

She showed you
two photo arrays,

each with a possible suspect
and five other fill-in photos.

If you recall,
she showed you two arrays,

but the suspects you identified
were both in the same array.

We need to do this properly so
there's no question in court.

Okay. Excellent.

- Thank you for that.
- I told you I was positive.

Besides, that other victim
is the one

who's pointing them out
in court, right?

Ain't that right?

Actually, there have been some procedural
problems in that case as well.

Procedural problems?

In terms of securing
a conviction,

we now feel that your case is
perhaps the stronger of the two.

Okay, what's going on?
You tell me.

The other victim
has declined to testify.

What if I decline too?

Without your testimony,

we'll have no case.

♪ Here's hoping he'll
meet me down there ... ♪

Hello. Yeah.

Don't play.
A'ight, I'll check it out,

but don't be fucking
with me though. A'ight.

- What?
- Don b say wild Wayne playing us

- on the q right now.
- What?!

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Right?! Right?!

- Yeah! "Road home," huh?
- Yeah. No. No.

- The new joint.
- Oh.

Oh shit.

They playing me
on the radio, brah.

- I'ma tell everybody.
- Yeah.

Hey, that's me on the radio, baby!
Put it on q93!

Yo! That's me on the radio!

What!

- Pick up the track!
- Yo, it's Calliope!

- Somebody scream!
- My man, lil Calliope.

Always on your hip-hop and
R&B station, q93. Ya heard?

It wasn't mine and the guy--
He told the police it was his.

I got charged
with the marijuana though.

- That was yours?
- The weed, sure.

Weed should be legal.

For 16-year-olds?

No, not for 16-year-olds.

I'm guessing your
mother isn't as nonchalant

- about this as you are.
- No one is.

The lawyer says besides
this internship,

I gotta get a paying job
before we go to court.

I gotta see a shrink too,
right after I leave here.

The price you pay.

Whatever. I know.

You'll get elected mayor and then
you can make marijuana legal.

Well, not legal, but the kind of
thing that police just write you

a ticket for,
like for parking laws.

I can tell you
one thing, young lady--

That will not be
a campaign promise.

- People would vote for you.
- I'm guessing we've got

bigger problems to deal with,
don't you think?

You'll be a good mayor.

I've seen you second line.

Smoked lamb,
one octo, two shrimp buns.

Fells good
shucking oysters again.

West coast oysters,
but oysters just the same.

It's good.

I told you this place
is the shit, right?

Cold kimchi consomme
on oysters?

I mean, who woulda thought?

This one is for you. This one you'll like.
We just put it on.

Country ham with red-eye mayonnaise.
For a Southern girl.

- Where'd that dish come from?
- Southern boy.

Virginia, true son
of the South, remember?

Bizcocho, come over here.

- Behind you.
- Six all around.

Dude, we've got
a big fucking problem.

Tomorrow we've got to change the menu.
There's been a development.

Yeah, I heard we're getting
sued by some vegetarian.

She freaked out because her
broth wasn't totally veg.

I told her that we didn't have
any strict vegetarian options

except ginger scallion.
Calls the next day, says I lied to her.

She's fucking freaking out.
It's a total pain in my ass.

- So what do you want to do?
- Fuck her, man.

Starting tomorrow, let's put
pork in every fucking dish.

- Sounds good to me.
- All right.

This place is
so fucking awesome.

All right, baby.

Hey hey.
Come on, baby, look alive.

- Let's do this.
- All right.

Kinda drafty in here, man

oh man, look--
Short notice for us.

By the second set, we'll have
a whole bunch of walk-ins.

I don't know about that, boss.

We've got Kermit and his guys a
couple of doors down at Ray's.

Give me 10. I'll be back.

All right. 10.

New Orleans is file gumbo.

New Orleans is grits
with easy over egg

with brown gravy and liver
smothered with onions

with toast bread
on a Sunday morning.

New Orleans is
"tu way pocky way."

New Orleans is "cotton eye
Joe" early in the morning...

- How you been, buddy?
- ..."Hu-na-nay," hopping and hollering.

New Orleans is yours truly, Kermit
Ruffins and the barbecue swingers,

live at ray Ray's
boom boom room.

New Orleans is...

Yeah, I've gotta get
my sons out of here,

drop them at a movie or--
Or something.

Bravo 1,
contact at your 6:00.

Right, so I have a couple of
hours to kill and I was--

- Reload.
- Well, I was just wondering

- if-- If you wanted to
meet me for a beer...

Or something.
I could use one.

Get into position, team.

Great.

Uh, the columns
on Saint Charles?

3:00!

Right.
I'll see you then.

Turn the shit off.
We're going out.

We killed it, right?
We killed it, huh?

- Yeah yeah yeah, no shit.
- Yeah yeah yeah!

All right, music lovers, we're
gonna take a slight pause

for a worthy cause and we'll be right--

- Hey!
- Antoine Batiste!

Man, my bad.

I didn't see you
standing over there.

Come on down and play
a number, man.

Right about now we're gonna
get Antoine to come up here

and do a little number with us, y'all.
What you got, Batiste?

- What you got?
- Can y'all follow me on some al green?

- Bring it on, Batiste!
- You fucking with the reverend?

- Yeah, baby.
- Oh man. Come on, man.

"Let's stay together."

♪ And I ♪

♪ am so in love with you ♪

♪ whatever you wanna do ♪

♪ is all right
with me, hey... ♪

♪ let's stay together. ♪

Yeah! All right.

Mr. Antoine Batiste
on the vocals, baby.

That's going especially out
to the ladies, you know.

Yeah.

You see, I can't help it.
I'm just a gangsta of love, baby.

And if y'all need to hear
more about my crimes,

y'all can just pick up your
drinks and come on down the block

to the blue nile right now

and hear the soul apostles.

Yeah, this is New Orleans.
All you gotta do is put it in the go-cup

and come on down the banquette.
Ain't got no cover charge.

We doing that
good old-fashioned,

mmm, good grinding,
roaring beat.

Kermit gonna take a break.
Come on, let's go!

You think I'm playing?

Co on with all that, Batiste!

Antoine! Motherfucker.

- They on my list.
- All of them?

- Mr. Batiste.
- Oh!

- Wanna hear you play some.
- Hey, brah, let him in.

Underage, man.
That's a kid.

Man, this my son.
Right there.

Damn, Antoine.
How many goddamn kids you got?

Shit.

All right.
Come on now, hit it!

Hit it and don't quit it!
Soul apostles in the house!

Come on! Come on, come on.

Ah! Oh, here you go now.

- Wanda Rouzan, baby!
- ♪ Oh yeah! ♪

Where y'all at?
♪ hoo! ♪

Now come on.

♪ Mr. big stuff... ♪ hah!

♪ Who do you think
you are? ♪

♪ Mr. big stuff... ♪

Come on, y'all, let's roll it.

♪ You're never gonna
get my love ♪

♪ now because you wear ♪

♪ all those fancy clothes ♪

♪ you drive a big, fine car ♪

♪ oh yes, you do ♪

♪ do you think I can't afford ♪

♪ to give you my love? ♪

♪ you think you're higher ♪

♪ than every star above ♪

♪ well, Mr. big stuff ♪

♪ tell me, come on ♪

♪ who do you think
you are? ♪

♪ Mr. big stuff ♪

♪ you're never gonna
get my love... ♪

♪ My heart beats ♪

♪ just like a hammer ♪

♪ my arms were wound ♪

♪ around you so tight ♪

♪ and stars, they fell on ♪

♪ Alabama last night... ♪

Good pick on the bar.

I doubt that we'll run into
anybody that I work with...

Or for.

Would that be a problem?

Well, in my world,

you are a bit of a pariah.

Yeah, and there's been
station house talk.

About?

That we're friendly.

You've been catching hell, huh?

I went outside
the chain of command

and I told
after the deputy chiefing

that homicide was
screwing the case.

You know what happens next?

I am transferred to homicide.

Yeah, they give me a shift

and they drop me right under
the captain that I pissed off.

Why would they do that?

Think it through.

Either I get the goods on Guidry and
I help them get rid of him or...

Guidry finds a way to do you.

Yeah.

And either way,
the bosses figure

that the problem
takes care of itself.

Oh Jesus, Terry.

So much for reform, huh?

Is it any wonder
that no one in this town

ever gets up
on their hind legs?

♪ In my imagination ♪

♪ a situation... ♪

♪ Yeah yeah yeah ♪

♪ Mr. big stuff ♪

♪ who do you think
you are? ♪

♪ Mr. big stuff, tell me ♪

♪ you're never gonna
get my love, oh! ♪

- This was ne.
- It was.

Toni.

- I don't know.
- If...

I don't think I'm ready.

- Okay.
- Sofia, me--

Still pretty raw.

Right.
I get it.

But thank you.

Yo, I'm Kermit Ruffins
and the barbecue swingers.

We gonna start our next set

soon as I get back down there
by the boom boom room.

Y'all ready?

Y'all still
got the go-cups?

Follow me.

You sure make me smile.

Wild, man!
Let's do it, baby!

That's one
hell of a plan, dude.

There you have it.

Took in four and a
half feet of water.

At first I was waiting
on the insurance.

That came in, but it wasn't
what it was supposed to be.

And I waited
for the government money.

Meantime, my wife passed.

- Sorry to hear.
- Any of that federal money come through?

- Does it look like it did?
- Huh.

Well, as I said, I'll be happy
to look at the assessed value

of the property
and then better it.

State sent some paper
with the value of the house

and the damage done.
Don't recall where I put it.

If I don't hear from you
soon, I'll stop back around.

It's a really catchy dance song.

Where were you when it came on?

- In my car.
- Wild Wayne played it?

Yeah, twice in an hour.

Well, Calliope had
to be thrilled.

Huh. Yeah.

You know, the exposure's
gonna be good

for you and your band.

- "The true" wasn't mine.
- But still...

♪ Now that it's all over ♪

♪ please take
my advice... ♪

I'm happy for him.

♪ Or you'll only end up crying...
♪

- ♪ On those horrible nights... ♪
- I am. I'm-- I'm happy.

♪ Come on, come on,
come on, come on ♪

♪ he likes to do this ♪

♪ he like to grab
on your tits, he like... ♪

Ready to open?

Miss Ladee?

I gotta go.

Sorry.

- You're gonna like this offer.
- Not interested.

You and your wife are gonna be
very happy with this offer.

- We're paying top dollar.
- Not interested.

- Hear me out, sir.
- I'm not selling.

Not ever. Not after
what I've been through.

When I leave here,
it'll be feet first.

I wanna talk to
you about our drummer.

You don't think
Carl Allen's subtle?

- Really?
- Too damn subtle.

I hired him and Ron Carter 'cause
I figured you'd like 'em--

Two classic jazz men
right up your alley.

Not for what I'm trying to do.

I ne somebody like Earl
Palmer or Herman Ernest.

For what you trying to do?

Shit, for my part, yeah.

We could get somebody
like Uganda Roberts

to come up here and work
as your percussion man.

All right,
Carl ain't gonna mind

another percussionist working with us.
We could bring somebody up.

No no, we gotta take this whole
thing down to New Orleans.

- The entire session?
- It don't feel right.

I can't do it here.

- What?
- Listen to you, daddy.

Can't nobody play the
drums, play a bass line,

cook a steak
or fry a fish up here.

In all of New York, New York, can't
nobody do nothing to suit you.

Look, I know what's right
and what ain't.

- No, you know what you know.
- Yeah, well, if I don't know it by now,

- fuck it.
- Always the last damn word.

Always the last fucking word.
Always need it, always want it,

always gonna have to
have it, huh, daddy?

Nope.

Your brother named one
of the officers.

We have that name.
We're just asking you

to confirm that
it's the right name.

George told you a name,
it's on him.

I don't want
police knowing we spoke.

- You have our word.
- Police not gonna do shit anyhow.

They won't,
people don't step up.

- Can't argue with that.
- Please, miss Beaulieu.

I can't help you all.
I gotta live here, you know.

Damn, dog, you really driving.

- Use an 8 on that, son.
- Yeah, I know it.

- Don't look like you do.
- So now you gonna teach me

about nautical knots, right?

You two through
playing grab-ass?

See ya, don.

Since we're running
up to the city for the gig,

let's stop at Chalmette
for some seafood.

Chalmette?
Why chalmette?

It's a market,
not a restaurant, dude.

They got some sitdowns over
there off Paris road.

Yeah, I know why you wanna
drag my ass up there, man.

Come on, the meal's on me,

or it will be as soon as you
peel off some more bills

from my money roll, man.

Hopelessman. Shit.

- What's down?
- Yo, man, fluke just got out of the hospital.

He over there on Saint Anthony,
I'm saying.

- Excuse me, sir. Good afternoon.
- That's you, Dawg.

Lady lawyer, eh?

I see you brought
the cavalry with you today.

You plainclothes or homicide?

- Neither.
- Oh, a bodyguard.

- Yeah, you smart to bring protection, lady.
- I'm Toni Bernette.

I don't work for or with the police.
You remember.

I remember.

And I remember telling you
I don't remember anything else

- about what happened at that damn store.
- Billy Wilson.

That's the name of the cop
that showed up at Robideaux's.

He's one of them who did
the dirt there, right?

We got the name from someone
who saw officer Wilson chase

a man into a unit
at the Iberville,

likely the same afternoon.

Also shot dead,
same caliber weapon.

We've got two people
dead behind this

- and no one wants to talk.
- Yeah, well, people dying all the time round here.

- That's just how it go.
- If you intimidated, I can understand that.

That's what they count on, in
fact-- Folks staying frightened.

- Motherfucker, I ain't afraid.
- I'm just saying.

- I ain't fucking afraid of no one.
- Nobody's afraid,

- but no one says a damn word.
- You think I wasn't willing to give my name?

You think I'm just gonna let someone
shoot people down and not say something?

Yeah, that's right.

I already fucking gave my name.

- What?
- I called the police. I gave my name.

- Who did you talk to?
- Man, I called 911.

I told her I saw the police shoot
a boy down for no damn reason.

I gave 'em my name.
I gave 'em my cell phone number too.

And what happened next?

About two weeks later,
this detective calls me,

arranges to come past
by my mother's house.

He said, "if you wanna come forward
and tell 'em what you saw,

it's no problem.
We'll take you right downtown,

let you make a statement.
When they pump the rest

of the water out of the courthouse,
we'll take you over there,

- say the same."
- And did you?

No, 'cause the next thing
this cop tells me

is that before
I can make my statement

he needs my name,
my date of birth,

my mother's name,
her date of birth.

Do the same for everybody living
in her house, for all your kinfolk

and for everybody
who we hang with.

He said if he find any paper
on any one of my people

or anybody who got
anything to do with me,

- they all going to jail.
- He threatened you that way?

So now you see why I managed
not to remember a damn thing.

But yeah, Wilson was there.

Huh. He always been
an asshole.

And another one I remember,
too, from around the way--

White cop named Harvin.

I gave him that name too.

- Sorry for doubting you there, bro.
- Yeah, I bet.

The detective--
His name? You remember?

French, I think.

Prioleau?

Prioleau.

I'll come back on the weekend.

You know, I replaced that one.

The roof?
Nice job.

Damn straight.
It should last 10, 15 years.

If homicide came out on this,

then there should be a record
of the 911 call in the file.

Yeah, there should be.

There should also be
a first officer's report,

bullet casings that were recovered
and God knows what else.

Either it's stuck in a drawer or in
some file somewhere in homicide.

Yeah, or just gone,

disappeared like
everything else.

But you're right-- It all goes
back to the homicide unit.

- That's where the dirt is on this.
- You know anyone up there?

- You wanted to see me?
- Come in.

Close the door for me.

Sit down.

Yesterday I let you talk

and I didn't say too much
about what you told me,

so now I'm gonna talk.

Okay then, your people
didn't raise you

to get in a car with kids you
knew were the no-account kind.

But, young lady, your mother
has it hard right now.

Your dad's gone and what
she's got left is you.

My father fucking
killed himself.

- I mean, if he--
- I can't speak to what your father was

thinking or feeling,
but maybe he was hurting

like a lot of people
around here are hurting.

But what you have to ask is, are
you gonna add to that hurt?

Is that who you are?

Yo, Sonny, fire me up.

Dragged my ass up here.

You don't got a prayer, son.

Vietnamese around here
stick to themselves,

and you ain't in that club.

Her father?
Looks kinda hard.

I seen him around--
Shrimper who has a boat he.

Works both seasons, brown and white.

Does some crabbing too.

Shit, let's get a beer.

You can rap with your girl after
you swallow some liquid courage.

Hey, come on, man.

Thank you!
Thank you very much.

And the more observant
among you may note

that I have with me
any number of cabbages

thrown at me during
the recent festivities.

Along with a couple of carrots

and a spud or two.
He caught half a stew.

Indeed yes, so any of you
wishing to tip a dollar or more,

please feel free to avail yourself.
Yeah, go on, take one.

They're beautiful Louisiana cabbage.

So Hank in e-flat,
'cause that's where it's at.

- A-one, a-two...

A-one, two, three, four.

♪ You're looking at a man
that's getting mighty mad ♪

♪ had a lot of luck,
but it's all been bad ♪

♪ no matter how
I struggle and strive ♪

♪ I'll never get
out of this world alive. ♪

- Red alert.
- What?

- You don't recognize him?
- Oh yeah, he's a chef.

He's one of those new
bistronomy guys from France.

Better go tell David.

Behind you.

- Can you get me the shallot plate, please?
- Yes, chef.

Can you hand me the caviar
and the fines herbes?

Behind, behind.

Enjoy, chef.

- Holy fucking fuck.
- The man likes his eggs.

Oh fuck.

- See ya.
- Let's do this.

Check, check, check, hello.

- Our fearless leader.
- Hi, gentlemen.

- Hey!
- "Road home,"

then "not a word,"
then "Nagin's lament."

What's good, y'all?
What's good, don b?

- "The true," "the true"!
- Wanna hear "the true"? Go on with it.

"The true," "the
true," "the true," "the true"!

Wanna hear "the true"?

Yeah, y'all wanna hear
"the true."

- Gotta give the people what they want.
- Play the fucking song later.

Dude, what the fuck, man?

- ♪ 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 ♪

- ♪ 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 ♪

♪ throw your hands in the sky ♪

♪ ain't nobody
doing it like you do ♪

♪ keep moving
what your mama gave you ♪

♪ couldn't nobody
do it like you do ♪

♪ throw your hands in the sky ♪

♪ ain't nobody
doing it like you ♪

♪ until my fellas
keep on making that money ♪

♪ 'cause nobody
hustle like you. ♪

We have 73 redevelopment teams

to start in every distinct
neighborhood across this city.

Now the city is
focusing on redeveloping

17 targeted areas
around the city.

We think that by doing
the targeted zones,

it's gonna spur
investments and continue--

Recovery zones, huh?
If I had any extra cash on hand,

I'd be buying up property
in those neighborhoods.

You'd be late on that one, son.

♪ Yeah, when I woke up,
I was all alone ♪

♪ with a broken heart
and a ticket home ♪

♪ and I ask you now ♪

♪ tell me what would you do ♪

♪ if her hair was black
and her eyes were blue? ♪

♪ said I've traveled around ♪

♪ I've been
all over this world ♪

♪ boys, I ain't never
seen nothing ♪

♪ like Galway girl, ho! ♪

Thanks, darling.

- Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
- Thank you.

We will see you
on another street corner--

Probably right over there-- Tomorrow night.
Thank you very much and good night.

Do you guys fancy
going for a beer?

I told Davis
I'd catch his late set.

Cool cool. Harley?

- I'm gonna walk her back up to Saint Claude.
- Yeah.

- Take that.
- Thanks. I'll see you back at the flat.

- Yeah, right.
- Been a pleasure.

- Fancy a pint?
- Sure.

Come on.

- ♪ Hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Hu-ta-nay now ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Hu-ta-nay now ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Hu-ta-nay now ♪

- ♪ hu-ta-nay ♪
- ♪ Hu-ta-nay now. ♪

That might be
the winner right there.

That feel like a take
to you or what, big chief?

Yeah, if that's
what y'all want.

So we settled then?

I'll call the realtor tomorrow,

get it on the market
by the end of the week.

Yeah, I don't know, man.
It's like-- The Pennywhistle,

it's a real instrument, believe it or not.

A real instrument.

No, people--
People actually--

It's definitely a real
instrument in his hands.

- Okay.
- They still make fun of him though.

- It's just like--
- Drop that shit in your hands.

Y'all know what it is. Come on.

- Give it up.
- All right, all right.

- Give it up.
- All right. Okay. Go on, take it.

Goddamn right
I'm gonna take it.

- You're making a bad choice, son.
- What?

I ain't your motherfucking son.

Help! Help!

Hey, man!

- Damn.
- ♪ Come back to me ♪

♪ I'm walking, yes indeed... ♪

♪ And I'm talking
about you and me ♪

- ♪ and I'm hoping that you... ♪
- That's straight New Orleans right there.

That's New Orleans too.

Yeah.

Taxi!

♪ hey, that you'll
come back to me... ♪

Come on, brah.