Treme (2010–2013): Season 4, Episode 2 - This City - full transcript

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Desautel's, what?

Why not just Desautel's?

Because that was the name
of my first restaurant.

When you come to my class,
I expect you to come correct.

Where are you off to, girl?

Cherise got a boyfriend.

How's he doing?

Good, really good.
In remission.

Why don't you
come back to New York?

I don't know. I just want to make
sure he's out of the woods.



Can you get away for
a day or two?

Terence is doing a session.

I'm looking for
a William Gilday.

So the paper on Gilday,
it must not have landed yet.

Anybody making any noise
about this yet?

It's a Jail, Toni.

Shit happens.

You see my point?

He comes from the street.

Not some music conservatory,
performance art center.

Music lives
where it lives, brah.

Whoo, it's beautiful outside.

We get these warm spells
sometimes in December

with no humidity.



It's been a
nice couple of days.

Yeah.

I went on a winter holiday
to Florida once.

Lorraine wanted to see it.

I don't mind telling you,

there wasn't nothing there
I want to see twice.

Sit down, Albert.

No, thank you.
I'm not tired.

I didn't say you were.

I just got a lot
of energy, Doc.

I've been feeling
a whole lot better.

Shoot, I feel I could
almost go back to work.

It's not uncommon to experience

a temporary improvement.

The Indian summer effect.

But...

looking at the scans...

the results of your
latest chemo treatments

weren't what we'd hoped for.

Your cancer has spread
to your liver.

I'm sorry, Albert.

- Hey.
- Let's go.

What happened in there?

I need some air.

Daddy, what did the doctor say?

♪ 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!

All right, let's go.

Y'all know now's not
the time to socialize.

Let's go.

All right, what's going on?

Jennifer?

Cherise's boyfriend
got shot, Mr. Batiste.

He died.

Oh, no.
Deron?

Deron Coleman?

- Cherise was there when they shot him.
- What?

She and Deron was walking up the
street and a car rolled up on them.

Cherise wasn't hit, was she?

- No, she's all right.
- But why?

I mean, was Deron
into some kind of dirt?

Cherise say he wasn't
into anything wrong.

- So you talked to her?
- She was crying.

She's scared,
Mr. Batiste.

Okay.

Okay, let's start class.

You kids take
your places, hear?

Come on.

You too, girl.

The Seb'm Ward.

Nobody said Seventh.

- Some called it Creoleville.
- Hmm.

But it was whites here
and blacks, too.

Folks with
Choctaw Indian in 'em.

- French blood as well.
- Hmm.

High yellows.

This was before integration?

Yeah.
Before things blew up

and got pretty ugly
in the '60s.

I remember one day

riding the Elysian Fields bus,
my father and me.

We're sitting in the back
behind a screen,

had a sign that said,
"Colored patrons only."

Mmm.

A white man we knew
named Richard Scordato,

he owned an aquarium store,

came back and sat with us.

The driver said,

"Richard, you know
you can't sit back there

with them coloreds."

Richard said,
"They're my friends."

Well, that driver put us all
off the bus that day.

You see, it was a white man
that did us wrong

and it was a white man
that stood by us, too.

And that's how it was
around here back then.

Mrs. Gilday?

- Are you Mrs. Bernette?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

That's not the house
you were born in, is it?

No.

We lived in a shotgun double.

My grandmam and my
family on one side,

my aunts on the other.

We called it
the Lambreaux Estate.

Then my father and his brothers

built this here
Creole shotgun for us.

They were all carpenters,

bricklayers, tradesmen.

And the day that it was finished,
the priest came over from Epiphany

and put a branch on the roof.

Christened it, like.

Said a prayer.

Oh, thank you.

I've been looking
at the charges.

Drunk in public.

Did William typically
consume much alcohol?

Billy liked to have
an occasional drink.

And they put
a resisting arrest charge

on top of the drunken charge.

Battery of an officer.

Said he bit the policeman when he
tried to put the cuffs on him.

Was he a violent person?

No. Billy never
swung on no one.

He sure wouldn't bite a man.

A witness at OPP
said they saw Billy

having trouble breathing.

He had the asthma
since he was a boy.

He kept an inhaler
in his pocket all the time.

But they took it
from him, didn't they?

Apparently they did,
Mrs. Gilday.

Why didn't they help my boy
if he couldn't breathe?

I don't know just yet.

But with your permission,
I'd like to find out.

Please.

I need to dig deeper into this,

but from what I know already,

I think we have
the grounds for a lawsuit.

- What type of lawsuit?
- Wrongful death.

- You're gonna be our lawyer?
- If you'd like me to be, yes.

There is something else
I need to discuss with you.

I have a professional
relationship with a pathologist.

He's actually the chief medical
examiner for the state of Georgia.

One of the best there is.

I think we should
fly him down here

and get a second, independent
autopsy on William.

- Why?
- This autopsy will assess

the level of suffering
and degree of neglect...

...that your son went through

on the night of his death.

It's an expensive procedure,

but we need to be
absolutely certain

about the exact cause of death.

It's the only way
to find out the truth.

We can't rely
on the coroner's office.

Not in Orleans Parish.

We'll find a way to cover the
expense if you recommend it.

I do.

What are we looking at?

You're looking at
an apartment building.

I'm looking at a place
me and my boys

used to call the Back Lot.

It was a big old
empty plot of land

with mounds of dirt.
Grass weren't never cut.

Me and my boys used
to come here and play

cowboys and Indians.

War.

About 10 of us
from the neighborhood.

I don't mind telling you,
I was the leader.

Of course you were.

This was our haven.

In the middle there was
a big old oak tree

like those they got
up at City Park.

We used to climb all over it.

Right in the center of that
tree there was this big branch

that grew straight up
to the sky

With a crown at the top
of it you could sit in.

Up there you had
a view of the city.

I felt like a young king.

So when'd they build
these apartments on the lot?

I have no idea.

Drove by here one day
when I was growed

and our haven was gone.

I'm ready to go, Davina.

What, I got to get
a formal invite?

- Arugula looks good.
- And the mirliton.

I've got heirloom eggplants
today, too, Jacques.

So, Mr. Valis, that's 30 day
net on the invoices, correct?

15 net, darling.

Bill, I'm just
getting started here.

I mean, once
the cash flow improves...

You know I'm fond of you,
but it's 15, no exceptions.

Not even John Besh.

John Besh? He doesn't
need 30 days.

- Janette Desautel?
- Yeah, I got everything I need today.

But if you want to make
an appointment, you can--

Have a nice day.

It's a cease and desist order.

From Feeny.

- He's trying to shut us down?
- Hold on, hold on.

He's suing me

over the use of my name.

Compensatory
and punitive damages.

Basically it says here

that I can no longer call
my restaurant Desautel's.

My own restaurant, Jacques.

I have to take the sign down,

change the menus, the ads.

Fuck me!

Fuck me.

Go play in your room, boy.
We need some privacy.

Your mom's not around?

Her probation officer
says she gotta have a job.

She's been working behind the
counter at the McDonald's on Canal.

You got no aunts or uncles
to sit with you?

All right, look,
I know you're hurting.

I'm all right.

For real?

I can't understand how they
would do Deron like that.

He never bothered no one.

Did the police talk to you?

Yes, but I had
nothing to tell them.

When I saw the gun,
I just dropped to the ground.

I closed my eyes.

I didn't see anyone.

Not really.

Do I have to come back
to school right now?

Well, when you feel
comfortable.

Until they arrest
the ones that did this,

you need to be aware
of your surroundings.

I know.

The only time I've been
leaving the apartment

is to walk my brother to his
elementary school, pick him up.

Just be mindful, hear?

If there's anything
you need at all, Cherise,

don't be shy on reaching out.

All right?

♪ I ain't crazy,
but I ain't right ♪

♪ Give me what I want
and I'll save your life ♪

♪ 'Cause the Lord is waiting,
and the devil is, too ♪

♪ Better find the Lord
before I find you... ♪

Ain't that something?
An Offbeat award.

Best of the Beat.

You happy?

Sure.

Song of the Year.

You've come far, pilgrim.

- I've been fortunate.
- You worked hard.

Thought about it?

- Yeah.
- And?

Listen, I've got some
of the best studio musicians

in Nashville all lined up.

They'll understand.

It's a natural
evolution for you.

- Marvin.
- They had a good ride.

Marvin, I can't.

Darling, I'm gonna make this
record my way or not at all.

That's why you hired me.

You need to think
on this, Annie.

Hey, y'all.
How you doing?

Gonna do a good show tonight,
I'm telling you, brother.

Gonna be great.

Wow, that was hot, Terence.

Aw, man.
Yeah, you know.

What you got coming up?

A new recording, man.

It's gonna be called
"Choices."

We're gonna do it in New
Orleans in March at the Ogden.

This band is on it, man.
You don't need me, right?

Not for the recording,

but we may want to augment
things for the club settings.

You'd want me for the tour?

Yeah.
Why not?

I mean, you know,
we could double it up

and you can open up
with your quartet.

- I'm honored, brah.
- Yeah.

But got a couple things
holding me back.

My father is sick for one.

Got some bad news today, so I'll be
on an early flight in the morning.

Aw, I'm sorry to hear that.
My sympathies.

But not everything's bad.

About to be a father, so don't
want to be gone for that.

- All right, now that's a blessing.
- Indeed.

Well, look, think about it, Delmond.
The offer still stands.

All right, we're ready
to go, Terence.

All right, all right.
Cool. Let's go again.

Thank you.

We love you, Annie!

How about some love
for my band, too?

Bayou Cadillac.

Thank you so much
for honoring us tonight.

This one's for Harley.

♪ This city won't wash away ♪

♪ This city won't ever drown ♪

♪ Blood in the water
and hell to pay ♪

♪ Sky tear open
and pain rained down ♪

♪ Don't matter,
'cause come what may ♪

♪ I'm never gonna
leave this town ♪

♪ This city won't wash away ♪

♪ This city
won't ever drown... ♪

♪ Ain't the river
or the wind to blame ♪

♪ As everybody
around here knows ♪

♪ Nothing holding back
Pontchartrain ♪

♪ Except for a prayer
and a promise's ghost... ♪

Douche nozzle.

But he's smart.

It's all in the contract right
there in teeny tiny type.

In the event that
Janette Desautel forfeits

her managerial responsibilities

at Desautel's on the Avenue
or is terminated,

then the Tim Feeny
Restaurant Group

retains the exclusive right
to the name Desautel.

Further fucking more,

Janette Desautel
forgoes the right...

to reuse the name Desautel

on any subsequent restaurant
ventures, blah, blah, blah.

Something like that. I can't
remember the exact words.

Point is, it's in there.

Scrotum-chinned
fuck-void.

I suppose I should have
read the contract

a little more carefully
before I signed it.

But I was just so excited
to get my own place.

That was before I knew Feeny
was a greedheaded cock knob.

You have a gift for this.

You taught me well, Davis.

- Ma'am?
- Uh-huh.

What about the menus?

My name's in wide-screen.

I got to have them redone.

Oh, that's gonna be--

- Expensive?
- And redoing the sign out front,

that's gonna be a pisser, too.

Always with the negative
waves, Moriarty.

And you're gonna have to

do something about your jacket.

Oh, shit!

Just put some tape
over it or something like that.

That would work.

You know, I could
help you with that.

Très galant, Davis.

You do know I'm going
home with you tonight.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

Good trip?

I played with
Terence Blanchard.

So, yeah, it was good.

What's going on?
Did I interrupt something?

Daddy said he's not gonna
do any more treatments.

I'm out.
That's right.

Giving up is more like it.

Davina.

- Daddy?
- Here on, I'm going about my day to day.

No more injections.
No more machines.

I got a lot to look forward
to and I got work to do.

I got to get ready
to mask in Mardi Gras

and I want to be prepared for
the arrival of my grandson.

How do you know
it's gonna be a boy?

It's got to be.

Well, I'm hungry.

They don't give you nothing
but peanuts on that flight.

There's some chicken
in the fridge

if your sister
didn't get to it.

Don't look at me like that.

It's his choice.

If he does more treatments,
he could live longer.

A year, maybe two.

I work in
the health industry, Del.

- I've seen--
- Miracles?

Call it what you will.
I've seen people live longer

than what their doctors
said they would.

Doc Powell's a realist.

Basically, he told our father
chemo's no longer a viable option.

- That tells me something.
- Tells you what?

- To give up hope?
- No.

It says to me that we should start
preparing for what's inevitable.

He's gonna die, Delmond.

We all got to deal
with that in our own way.

I'm gonna honor Daddy's wishes.

I'm hoping you will, too.

Morning, big papa.

Morning to you, beautiful.

You in that
old stuff mood today.

Just in a mood.

Gary Walker
and the Boogie Kings.

Tommy McLain wrote that one.

McLain come out
of Jonesville, Louisiana.

He did that swamp pop thing.

I wouldn't know.
I just like it, that's all.

- You want some juice?
- No, I'm good.

How much they
overcharging you for?

Bringing the wiring up to code.

I had to do that
to get my permits.

That's gonna cost you now.

But if you ever decide to sell
this place, you'll be ready.

I know, you ain't
never gonna sell.

You got that right.

It's for my boys.

I got a steady job now
and I'm still their father

and you still
gonna give me your look?

Yeah.

You right, Antoine.

I've been in the habit of
doubting you for a long time now.

Maybe too long.

Well, give 'em my love.

I got to get around
there and see 'em.

Both of us.

Larry been carrying
all the weight, you know?

Are we wrong?

Oh, no, no.

It ain't
that cut-and-dry.

You're a good woman, LaDonna.

Right now,
with things as they are,

I reckon we're doing
the best we can.

You know something?

I like you better now
than when we were married.

Mm-hmm.

I had a growth spurt, I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah, you did.

Thank you, Antoine.

♪ Who loves you so,
baby? ♪

♪ Who needs you so bad?

♪ Who cries
night till dawn? ♪

This is my favorite
part right here.

Is it usual to have
so many deaths at the jail

in such a short period of time?

It's become the norm at OPP.
We got our suicides.

We got our deaths related to health
issues that were left untreated.

Stabbings.
Inmate on inmate murders.

A mental deficient
got killed in a cage

when he pissed on
another man's shoes.

So much for Gusman's
reform initiative.

They spent the FEMA
money on technology,

but the conditions
haven't improved.

In fact, the in-house
deaths have risen

since the changes
were implemented.

I mean, what you got there
is kind of a self-assessment.

There's a section
down here--

areas for improvement under which
someone has typed the word "none."

That ain't no surprise.

Mmm.
Mm-mm-mm.

Go easy there, Richard. No
one's gonna take it from you.

Dizzy's does yardbird right.

Toni Bernette.

You remember who I am?

Officer.

How'd those "Louisiana Weekly"
ads work out for you?

You know, your little
campaign against me.

You had nothing, Counselor.

You had bullshit.

Seems like a good guy.

So who is this fella?

Davis McAlary.

He's kind of
a community activist.

Musically involved. A little
rough around the edges.

He's a DJ, I think.

- A fucking DJ?
- I like him.

I can't help it. And
he lives in the Treme.

A few blocks from the park
and the auditorium.

Connected to all kinds of
people we'll need on our side.

I have a small record label,
Mercury Monterey.

The label is very selective

in terms of the amount
of artists that we handle.

Very conservative
in our approach.

The industry is evolving,

but we're cautiously
optimistic.

Is there much profit remaining
in the record business?

It's in a transitional period.

Davis has his hands
in many different ventures.

I'm a trained musicologist
with a show on WWOZ.

I run musical heritage tours.

I'm a local recording artist

of some modest repute.

- He's diversified, boss.
- Just so.

How is everything
tonight, gents?

- Superb.
- Good.

Holler if you need anything.

You can burn, girl.

Didn't you run for office
a couple years back?

I did dip my toes

into that rancid water, yes.

I remember
your campaign platform.

He was going to shame the NBA

by renaming the Hornets.
What was it?

The New Orleans
Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

To shame the Utah Jazz

until they gave us
the name back.

Yeah, that was mine.
Also pot for potholes.

Rebuilding infrastructure
utilizing the...

Anyway, my political
aspirations

are quixotic at best.

But I'm guessing
you have a position

on what's gonna happen
over at Armstrong Park.

The idea of a National Jazz
Center has been floating--

Yeah, I'd have to study the,

you know, complexities
of the concept.

Crunch the numbers.

Look at all the implications.

I will warn you
that I do speak my mind.

Of course.
We're expecting no less.

CJ Liguori.

- The banker?
- That's me.

You're one of
the green dot guys.

And one of the biggest Republican
fund-raisers in the state.

Dude.

I've been boycotting your bank
for the past 10 years.

I was wondering where
that $300 had gone to.

♪ Well, it's plain to see ♪

♪ You're a dangerous thing ♪

♪ Those lips, those hips ♪

♪ Those eyes ♪

♪ Well, it's lucky for me ♪

♪ I like being free ♪

♪ Or I might try
and make you mine ♪

♪ Now, I might give in ♪

♪ And kiss you ♪

♪ Don't plan on me
staying long ♪

♪ Well, I might give in ♪

♪ And kiss you ♪

♪ But tomorrow
I'll be gone. ♪

All right.

So I went looking for you over at the
old place and you weren't there.

- I saw that guy.
- Timothy Feeny?

Nobody told me you left
the Avenue, but I knew.

- The food wasn't right. - Yeah,
I hear they already changed the menu.

N'awlins gumbo. Blackened catfish.
Like that.

Applebee's on the Avenue.

Wasn't easy to find you, Chef.
Had to ask around.

Yeah, I'm playing hard to get.

Yeah, and you're good at it.

At least you could
put a sign out front.

Oh, I had one.

They served me
with a cease and desist

on the use of my name,
so the sign came down.

Old Feeny's revenge.

Smegma-faced slutwhore
that he is.

Sorry.

Can he do that?

Per my contract, yes.

I'm gonna try to appeal
to his human side.

Maybe he'll relent.

Hmm. Well, you still
got a customer in me.

That hanger steak
I had tonight? Damn.

- It's the chili rub.
- Delicious.

Thank you.
You want another scotch?

Please.

Hey, um...

how do you think I did tonight?

Well, Liguori's
pretty particular

with who he brings
into the tent.

What exactly is he looking for?

Citizen liaison
for the Jazz Center project.

Go-to guy for the Treme
and Marigny neighborhoods.

Oh, so I have a shot?

I'm guessing Liguori's gonna
go in a different direction.

Ah.

Huh.

Well, it was probably...

not a big payday anyway.

A couple grand.

It was 30 grand.

- Thank you, darlin'.
- My pleasure.

We have all night.

Is that a promise?

I'm all yours.

But you're leaving
in the morning.

Back to Memphis.

We got a studio booked.

We're bringing in horns
for the new record

and Jim Spake's doing
the arrangements.

Oh, Jim Spake. He worked
with John Hiatt, didn't he?

And Cat Power
and Solomon Burke.

When are you coming back?

Soon, I hope.

So, what, I'm your
New Orleans girlfriend?

You're my girlfriend.

Her name is Cherise Laurent.

Nikolich.
Yeah, it's Terry.

I got a body down by the St.
James AME on North Roman.

Gunshot victim, a girl.

Looks like
she's middle-school age.

I need you down here on this.

I got a couple assholes
on the scene

and they're about
to shit the bed.

Yeah, that's right.

That's right,
as soon as you can, Nik.

Thanks.

That's Bechet, right?

Yeah.
"Si Tu Vois Ma Mère."

Nice.

Can I ask you something?

Sure. Ask away.

My manager wants me
to cut my band loose.

Record with studio guys
in Nashville.

Take a fresh crew out on tour.

He wants it cleaner
and prettier.

- And should you go with it?
- Yeah.

I don't know.

That is just your second CD
on an actual label.

And he'll have you touring
with some guys that are real.

That's a lot to piss away.

So, would you?

Me? I'm here.

I make ends meet by playing in
about five different bands.

Come on, don't exaggerate.

It's true, look. Royal Roses
is about to start up.

Panorama. The Bechet
stuff at the Hall.

Why Are We Building
Such a Big Ship?

And, oh, yeah, Rory Danger.

Rory Danger?
What's that?

You know, rockabilly.

I have to see that.

Frankly, Toni, what's going
on over at the jail right now

is not at the top
of my priority list.

- My plate is full.
- With what?

Everything I give you, it ends
up stuck in a drawer somewhere.

I gave you a witness to the
Abreu murder months ago.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know what happened?

The officer
that did that murder

came past my table
at Dizzy's yesterday

ruining lunch.

Tell me what you can
on the Abreu case.

You know I can't comment
on an ongoing investigation.

I give you guys gold

and you do exactly nothing.

The Sphinx moves faster
than you fucking feds.

The material you've given us
has been extremely valuable.

So it's going okay?

We had some bumps
in the road after you left,

but we've since made
some accommodations

for the tourist trade.

Like I said, I'm good losing
money the first year.

Certainly accomplished that.

But I'm starting
to see some daylight.

Well, I'm glad.

I'm trying to make it through
my freshman year, too.

Always the toughest.

Heard good things
about your menu.

Yeah, Jacques is doing
a nice job in the kitchen.

I hope you don't mind
that I took your sous chef.

Of course not. I expected
he'd go with you.

You must know that it
would help me immensely

if I could use my name
for my restaurant.

I mean, my name means
something down here.

- As does mine.
- So you understand.

Of course.

I mean, I'm not asking you to
take my name off the Avenue.

You have no legal
standing to do so.

Or moral for that matter.

We made a deal.
I backed you to the hilt.

Until it fell apart
there at the end,

all in all, you and I had a
pretty good relationship once.

I'm asking you to remember that

and consider what
losing my name does to me.

You have no right
to your name anywhere.

I do.

I told you that once before.

- Did you think I was joking?
- Tim!

Read your contract.

And I would suggest you have your
lawyer thoroughly read the suit.

You're really gonna sue me?

That interview
you gave in the "Pic"?

You said you had
your own place now

and you were cooking the
food you always wanted to,

that Desautel's on the Avenue
was not really your thing,

that you preferred fine dining
to the chain experience.

That interview was read by every
food blogger and concierge in town.

You disparaged my restaurant and
that impacted my livelihood.

It wasn't my intention.

I mean, you know
what it's like.

You give an interview, sometimes
the words come out wrong.

You shoved it
up my ass, Janette,

and I won't forget that.

But it's my name.

Walk around with it.
Answer to it.

But you can't use it
for your new restaurant.

You got this, right?

Can I get the check?

The kids knew before me.

They heard it
on the street telegraph.

Your students have gone home?

We have an after-school
band program in this room,

but I cancelled it today.

I guess they'll bring
grief counselors in tomorrow.

And then we'll have a vigil.

That's how we do.

Mr. Batiste,
the girl's mother

said that you came by her house

and spoke with Cherise
two days ago.

Yeah, that's right.
I was there.

Was there anything said
that we should know about?

Did she identify by name

the ones who shot Deron
Coleman in the drive-by?

She talked to your people,

so why are you asking me?

We're hoping she might
have confided in you.

She said she didn't see anyone.

Cherise told the truth.

She was a good girl.

She wasn't into anything wrong.

Deron's older brother,

he had some longtime beefs
deep in the Iberville.

On the day Deron was shot,

he was wearing one of
his older brother's shirts.

The shooters mistook
Deron for the brother.

Mistook?

And Cherise?

We're guessing
they saw her as a threat,

that she might testify
as a witness.

I told her to mind herself.

Where did this happen?

She just dropped off
her kid brother

at Wicker Elementary
and was walking home.

Oh, that sweet girl.

We know who did this.

If it's any consolation,
we're gonna make an arrest.

Oh, no, sir.

It is no consolation at all.

Okay.

- Oh!
- Chilly out there, huh?

Whoo! I know you haven't
been drinking lately,

but I thought you might like
a beer with your steak.

Why not?

How about some greens, huh?

Oh, just a spoonful.

I don't have much
of an appetite.

Mmm.

Are your children
stopping by tonight?

No, Delmond's gigging out.

Thank you.

And your daughter?

I told her I had a date
with someone special.

- Thank you, baby.
- For what?

All this.

Everything.

Everything all right?

Okay.

You don't want
to talk about it.

I had a day.

14-year-old girl
shot dead on North Roman.

Me and Nik
had to tell her mother.

You think you'll
get the shooter?

Yeah.
Yeah, I do, actually.

We've ID'd the suspects.

We just got to find them
and pick them up.

Then what?

Lost evidence?
Fouled crime scene?

Toni, what's wrong with you?

I ran into Wilson
at Li'l Dizzy's yesterday.

God damn it.

All that work

and he's still out there
breathing free air.

Well, it's a process.

You just got to let it play out.
You know that.

You think so?

I handed Wilson
to the feds on a platter

and they've done nothing.

This town...

the whole system
is completely corrupt.

I've been looking into
all the fatalities at OPP.

And you would not believe

the number
of in-custody deaths.

Well, that's not my shop.

It's the sheriff's office.
It's not NOPD.

What the fuck difference
does that make?

I'm just saying.
Why are you mad at me?

I'm not.
I--

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Rory Danger's rolling up
in a big black Cadillac ♪

♪ Got a comb in her pocket
and a fully loaded tenor sax ♪

♪ She got a bad attitude
and she's feeling rude ♪

♪ Look out, boys,
'cause I'm coming through ♪

- ♪ She's got a knife ♪
- ♪ Danger, danger ♪

- ♪ You bet your life ♪
- ♪ Danger, danger ♪

- ♪ She's a queen ♪
- ♪ Danger, danger ♪

♪ Really mean ♪

♪ Oh, yeah,
girl, play! ♪

Whoo!

- ♪ Well, she's got a knife ♪
- ♪ Danger, danger ♪

- ♪ You bet your life ♪
- ♪ Danger, danger ♪

- ♪ She's a queen ♪
- ♪ Danger, danger ♪

♪ Really mean,
reach out for me now ♪

♪ Rory Danger's rolling up
in a big black Cadillac ♪

♪ She got a comb in her pocket
and a fully loaded tenor sax ♪

♪ She got a bad attitude
and feeling rude ♪

♪ Look out, boys,
'cause I'm coming through ♪

- ♪ She's got a knife ♪
- ♪ Danger, danger ♪

♪ You bet your life... ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- What's happening, bro?
- How's it going, man?

- What's going on?
- Where you at? Where you at?

All right. All right.

- Damn, Corey.
- Hey, what's up, man?

What's going on, man? You brought
a lot of ammunition tonight.

I thought it was
a straight up Galactic gig.

Yeah, man, we brought the Soul Rebels so
we could blow the back out the house.

- All right.
- All right, let's do this.

Yeah, man.

♪ Hairdresser, red dress ♪

♪ Looking like a girly mess ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ You gonna see me
on the ceiling ♪

♪ Every night
with my Saints fans ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ There was a time
when I was younger ♪

♪ And a little bit
dumber, man ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ I got the power
of the people ♪

♪ I'm the life
of the party plans ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

- ♪ Say yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Throw your hands in the sky ♪

♪ 68 reasons why ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ You see me busy rocking out
in the valley with a smile ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ We passed Old Liquor Bobby
in that Old Crocodile ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ So please believe me, baby,
when I say it's been a while ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ It really don't take much
to make this grown man smile ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

- ♪ Say yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Throw your hands in the sky ♪

♪ 68 reasons why ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey ♪

♪ And one more for the lovers
who'll be staying up all night ♪

♪ Hey-na-na-hey-na,
hey-na-na-hey... ♪

What street
your daddy house on?

Duels.

Duels.

Had all those doubles
and Creole shotguns.

Yeah, I know that stretch.

Sometimes the characters
from the Seventh Ward

would pass in front
of my house every day.

White man we used
to call Coupon Bread.

Coupon Bread?

Looked like a boogeyman.

And then there was Crazy Roy.

He mooed like a cow.

- Why'd he do that?
- Damn if I know.

Who else?

Ragman.

Had a mule-drawn wagon.

Five and 10 cents,
he'd buy up all your rags.

Don't know what
he did with them.

Another mystery.

You know how--

you know how it is at dawn

when you're half asleep
you're not too sure

if you're dreaming
or you're awake?

Once in a while,
in moments like that,

I hear my mother call my name.

That's how you keep
your loved ones with you

that have passed on.

As long as you live,

they're alive, too.

What was your mama like?

Tender, mostly.

Strong when she needed to be.

Why I like strong women,
I suppose.

And your daddy?

- Carpenter.
- Wow.

Arms hard as cedar.

Amateur musician.

Liked his drink.

Sunday after mass he'd go over

to Miss Rosa's Sweet Shop.

It was a candy store
during the week,

but on Sunday it was a bar.

And Lorraine?

Now you want to know
about my wife?

Sure.

She was a beauty.

And feisty.

Matter of fact,
she was a lot like you.

All those people gone.

It's natural, I suppose.

You get right down to it,

death is just
an ordinary thing.

Aren't you afraid?

All sane men are afraid to die.

You hear that?

I don't hear anything.

That noise. I think it's
coming from Honorée's bedroom.

Wasn't any noise.

She's sleeping, Antoine.
She's fine.

I'm gonna go check on her.

Damn it.

That's not too bad, right?

It'll be fine.

Till we get new menus.

Of course, I have to come
up with a name first.

We should do it like
a contest for the staff.

Like a pool, you know?

You got any ideas?

Redacted?

Redacted on Dauphine.

Better. I like that.

You know what?
I'm not gonna do this.

We can handprint the menus
on some nice paper.

We'll change it every day
if need be.

- I can do that.
- People know my name in this town.

They'll find us. They don't
need to see my name on a menu.

I mean, if they're here,
they know where they are.

D'Andre, you forgot this.

- Hey.
- LaDonna.

I see you got a new assistant.

- I needed one.
- Yes, you did.

Ain't nothing going on
here and you know it.

And even if there was,
you got no right to complain.

You know
where I stand, LaDonna.

I'm waiting for you to come
to your damn senses.

Yeah?

What brings you here?

For the boys from their father.

I got 'em.

Antoine wanted them to have it.

Anything else?

Yeah, I was hoping to catch
them while I'm here.

Not home from the school yet.
You know their schedule.

I was hoping to surprise
them when they did get here.

It would be a surprise
if you were more engaged.

- Okay, look, Larry.
- What?

I'm thinking about taking my
boys back with me for a while.

Take 'em where? To the
Residence Inn out in Metairie?

- Yeah. - How they gonna
get back and forth from school?

Or maybe you want them
to sleep over top of your bar

if and when you finally
finish fixing that mess up.

You want to take the boys?
What kind of bullshit is that?

Look, the boys and I
are doing just fine for now.

We got a routine and it works.

Now, are you here
to say that you want us

to be a family again
under one roof?

Because if you are,
I'll listen.

Tell them that I stopped by.

And so we remember
Cherise and Deron

and the other students in this city who
are victims of violence this year.

We're here to grieve
and to heal.

- Yes.
- Yes.

And also to start thinking
very seriously

about how we can
bring about change.

- Yes.
- Jennifer.

Cherise was my friend.

She was a kind person

and loving
to her little brother.

Yes, she was.

We love this city, but it
needs to love us back.

Yes!

There's too much
violence and too much cruelty.

Too much! It has to stop.

Cherise always saw
the good in things.

If she were here,

she'd say let's work together
to make New Orleans better.

- That's right.
- And let's unite to keep the peace.

That's right! Amen!

We should play something.

Some of the other kids brought
their instruments, too.

I don't think so, Robert.

Not tonight.

♪ So you found a new love ♪

♪ Talk's all over town ♪

♪ About the places
you've been going ♪

♪ And the good times
that you've found ♪

♪ And I want you
to ask yourself ♪

♪ Who loves you so, baby? ♪

♪ Who needs you so bad? ♪

♪ Who cries from night
till dawn? ♪

♪ You know it's me, baby ♪

♪ And I'll be so glad
when you come on home ♪

♪ Now I know you like
lots of money ♪

♪ You like to ride around
in big fine cars ♪

♪ You want to wear all kind
of expensive jewelry ♪

♪ And hang out
in high-class bars ♪

♪ But I want you to stop ♪

♪ And please
ask yourself... ♪