Treme s04e03 Episode Script
Dippermouth Blues
The late, great King Curtis.
"What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?" Written by Frank Loesser of "Guys and Dolls" fame.
A stellar example of McAlary's theory of creolization.
Tin Pan Alley, Broadway, the Great American Songbook meet African-American musical genius.
And that's what America's all about.
Check out Miles' version of "If I Were A Bell," you don't believe me.
Merle Haggard with the Pres Hall Jazz Band doing "Basin Street Blues," written by New Orleans' own Spencer Williams.
Basin Street is the street Where all the dark and the light folks meet.
That's how culture gets made in this country.
That's how we do.
We're a Creole nation whether you like it or not.
And in three weeks, America inaugurates its first Creole president.
Get used to it.
All right, here's another version.
This time with the words.
This is New Orleans' own Harry Connick, Jr.
Maybe it's much too early In the game Ah, but I thought I'd ask you just the same What are you doing New Year's? New Year's Eve? 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! So what's on the menu for tonight? Special New Year's Eve prix fixe starting with a really delicious duck gumbo paired with your yummy champagne, which is why I could use a couple more cases.
Well, I got it on the truck.
Take a check for the extra? Uh-huh.
How long I got to wait to deposit? Today's Wednesday.
Tomorrow's a holiday.
- I could do Friday.
- Monday.
Give me the weekend to squirrel away some cash.
Sorry, darling.
No can do.
- Happy New Year's.
- Yeah, happy New Year.
All right.
That sucks.
More tea, Daddy? No.
Sorry? I'm fine, thank you.
I'm running out to make groceries.
I pick you up anything? Go on.
I'll be fine.
Don't need no round-the-clock smothering.
I hate to leave you alone.
Ooh, too bad for you.
Here comes the cavalry.
Good morning.
Whew.
- How is everybody? - Everybody's good.
Mm-hmm.
And how are you, Sunshine? Mm-hmm.
There's some soup on the stove in case he gets hungry.
- Okay.
- I'll see you tonight? Oh, yeah.
Looking forward.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Bye, Daddy.
- Mm-hmm.
How you feeling? Hungry? Want some soup? I feel fine.
I am not.
And, no, I don't.
Fix you a milk shake? Will you quit fussing and come sit by me? - Need some help? - I do not.
But if you got nothing better to do, there you go.
This one? Mm-hmm.
How we doing? Not as nimble with the thimble as I used to be, but Gonna be ready? I'm gonna make that walk, me.
I know you will.
I know.
All right.
All right.
I believe I've had enough fun for today.
I'll see y'all next Monday in class.
Happy New Year.
Get home safe.
Hang on the porch till your parents pick you up.
Anybody need a ride? No, we got it.
Say, y'all, anybody seen Jennifer lately? She been playing down on Frenchmen Street.
- On the corner? - Uh-huh.
With her band The Chosen Ones.
Thank you.
Thank you.
We'd like to bring out one of our good friends.
Happy New Year! Hanging out in the French Quarter.
Hey! Happy New Year! What the fuck? - It's closed.
- It's not closed.
We got a gig.
Read the sign.
Cancelled? Can-- they can't-- can't cancel-- I was gonna quit.
Tonight.
How-- how they gonna-- how am I gonna quit if I'm cancelled? It's fucking shit! Raul! Raul.
Hey, it's Davis McAlary.
I'm standing outside your club right now with some of my band.
Actually, your whole band, Davis.
Hold on.
What? Actually, your whole band, Davis.
Yeah, man, you fired Rogan.
Cheeky said, "Fuck you.
I quit for real.
" You heard me? Fine, whatever.
Raul, what the fuck, man? It's New Year's Eve.
What's going on, huh? Not even a heads up, a courtesy flush, you fucking goat whore? Please call me back.
Yeah, we like it stanky Yeah We like it stanky So it's like 12 or 15.
A whiskey.
Sure, baby.
Excuse me.
Annie? Melanie Felix.
I work with Marvin.
Oh, hi.
Where is Marvin? He had to fly to LA at the last minute.
Said to wish you a happy New Year.
Hi, Melanie Felix.
- Louis Michot.
- I know.
I'm a big fan.
- Y'all were fantastic.
- Thank you.
And you two sounded so great together.
You should do more of that.
Well, hey, are you staying for our set? - Oh, yeah.
- Return the favor? Definitely.
I'd love to.
- Good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, too.
I'm really glad I got to see you play one with the Ramblers.
That was special.
I love them.
And One Eyed Jacks? My gosh, what a fantastic venue.
Yeah, it's great.
Is this your first time? Are you kidding? I'm a regular.
Marvin sends me down here at least once a month.
So you're here scouting or? Actually, I'm here to talk to you.
It was like getting a message from the universe.
A zap from the zeitgeist.
Did the owner ever call you back? Raul? Yeah.
Turns out he wasn't dissing me after all.
I mean, his neighbors were all bitching about the noise, trying to get the city to shut him down.
Even though the last place was a gay disco that went to all hours pumping out Euro techno trash.
The Seventh Circle.
I used to go dancing there.
In my salad days before I became an icon and role model to young female chefs everywhere.
It was.
It was loud.
Well, apparently, it was legendary.
I'm sorry, Davis.
But you have been quitting the music business for over a year now.
This isn't about me.
- It's not? - No.
Fuck you.
No, this is the next big issue.
Rampart Street? Come on, talk about a street that ought to be a music tourist destination.
Cosimo, Pops.
Fuck Bourbon Street.
Fuck Beale Street, too.
While we're at it, fuck all the phony-ass, so-called music destination turista traps.
Yeah, fuck Beale Street and Bourbon.
- Yeah! - Basin Street, too.
All the Bs.
Out.
Ah, oh! I'll get more.
C'est fini.
That's all there is.
What? It's New Year's Eve.
Why do you think it's so fucking empty in here? I ran out of champagne at 9:45.
Saved this for our personal use.
The night is young.
Let's blow this pop stand.
Midnight! It's midnight.
Lost track of time.
Happy New Year! Bonne année et bonne santé.
Happy 2009.
Can you believe it? One more year and we're out of the aughts.
I hate the aughts.
Still fucking here.
Bonne année, bonne santé, mon ami.
What gives? Mm, that was delicious.
Thank you, Mama.
Especially the peas.
Your recipe.
That's why, then.
Must be.
I do miss cooking for myself.
Just put those in the sink, LaDonna.
I'll do 'em later.
Okay.
You know, I can't even have a scented candle? That's for your safety, Mama.
Yeah, I know it.
Still How's the food in the dining room? It's all right.
Same thing every day, depending on the day of the week.
What'd they do for Christmas? Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy.
dressing, yams, string beans, cranberry relish and pecan pie.
Mercy.
Sounds delicious.
All I wanted was a bowl of gumbo.
But they always burn the roux.
They should use liquid smoke like you do.
Then they wouldn't burn it.
I told them, but they wouldn't believe me.
And just because you might add a little liquid smoke doesn't mean you can stop stirring.
Whoo! Never believed I'd end up in a place like this.
Two rooms.
I always thought I'd be able to take care of myself to the end.
This place is nice, Mama.
I know it.
Life never turns out just the way you think it will.
No.
It doesn't.
Full of surprises.
Yeah.
How's Larry? Spending the day with Bernard and his wife.
- Victorine.
- Mmm.
And Antoine? He been to see the boys recently? Christmas Day.
You gonna ask me about my high school boyfriend, too? I'm just concerned about you, that's all.
Alcide said you're talking about getting a divorce.
Thinking about it.
You gonna marry this new fella? He's very ill at the moment.
We'll see.
Oh, I know that look.
You think I screwed up, don't you? Not for me to say.
No, it's not for you to say.
But? It's good.
It just needs a little more ooh-poo-pah-doo.
Between Brandi and Daddy, I'm trying to cook healthy.
It's delicious, Davina.
It is.
It is.
Just saying.
Hot sauce, Daddy? Salt? No, thank you.
How about some fried chicken? I thought I wasn't allowed.
It's the holiday.
Knock yourself out.
Nothing tastes right.
I got this metallic taste in my mouth.
I can't shake it.
Oh, my God.
Treme-ja vu.
Good morning.
Happy 2009.
Morning.
You hungover? Mm, a little bit.
Maybe more.
Hair of the dog? Coffee? Already made.
I'll get you some.
Mmm, Davis.
Last night that was nice.
You remember? Yeah, I remember.
Yeah, it was nice.
What are we doing here? Spending the day in bed, I hope.
Well, yeah.
I mean, you and me.
What's going on? Is something going on? Um, I'm not sure.
We have to figure it out today? No.
No.
God, no.
Good.
Hey, hold that elevator.
FBI, Lieutenant.
I can see that.
They say what it was about? Like you don't know.
No.
No, I don't know.
Danziger.
Well, there are blues that you get from worry And there are blues that you get from pain There are blues when you are lonely for your one and only The blues you can never explain There are blues that you get from longing But the bluest blues to me Are the blues that I've got on my mind They're the very meanest kind The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me.
That's pretty.
Now she don't want to talk to me.
How you doing, Mary Lou? Excuse me.
That sounded great, man.
- Thanks, man.
- Can I buy you a drink? As soon as I finish this one.
- Ed Gerrard.
- Antoine Batiste.
I know.
My partner Peter Himberger and I manage Mac and Jon Cleary.
Oh, yeah.
It's a pleasure.
Except I think you owe me a call.
Excuse me? Shorty gave you my card about some film work.
Oh, yeah.
That was you? I haven't gotten around to it, you know.
I've been meaning to, but, you know, the holidays.
A lot of other stuff intervened.
No worries, man.
The gig's still there if you want it, though.
I thought you said you were a manager.
Music supervisor for film, I do that as well.
Oh, cool.
Well, whatever you need, man, I'm there.
Great.
How about that drink? - Crown and Coke, baby.
- You got it.
Say, you know, I've been wanting to work with Mac for years.
You think you could hook me up? I mean, I know he knows me.
I was supposed to do a tour with him and I got busy and you know, Shorty filled in at the last minute.
It would be an honor.
I'm just saying.
Well, you know, he can always use a great New Orleans bone player.
Oh, yeah.
Right.
Right.
Oh, and you buying, too.
Shit.
You knew, right? And you couldn't give me a heads up? No.
No, I guess not.
What's the mood? Smug.
Smug? Yeah.
Yeah, they beat the state of Louisiana and they figure they can beat the feds, too, as long as nobody breaks ranks.
And nobody has, except me.
And you don't know anything about Danziger and they know that.
You're outside the wall.
But I can testify about a lot of the shit.
The whole culture of cover-up and conspiracy and intimidation, missing and manufactured evidence.
Some of which you manufactured yourself.
I was setting a trap.
Interesting to see what a decent defense attorney does with that assertion.
Fuck 'em.
I'm ready to stick it in.
I'm not gonna need you to testify, Terry.
No? They may be smug now, but they'll be banging down my door to make a deal time we're done.
- You got something? - We will.
Sure as God made little green apples.
The sergeant in charge of the in-house investigation? Dugue and Kaufman.
We got their computers.
You know what they say, Terry.
It's never the crime, it's the cover-up.
It's always the cover-up.
What was his name? Hmm? Fox.
Lanny Fox.
What would I have seen him in? They told me, but I forget.
Some war thing nobody watched.
And you're gonna teach him how to play? This actor? No, I'm gonna show him how to hold the bone, move the slide, blow at the right time.
- You know.
- Fake it? That's what actors do, right? Sound like easy money to me.
Mm-hmm.
I'm just saying.
- You got a gig tonight? - Mm-mmm.
We can go out.
Get Mama to watch the baby.
- Club hopping on Frenchmen? - Sure.
'Cause I was hoping to run into Jennifer.
Word is she's playing the corner down there.
I know you're worried about her.
Man, she ain't been to band since Cherise died.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
Is that better or worse than "hmm"? Why don't you just call it Janette's? Really? 'Fraid so.
- Fuck me.
- Indeed.
Oh! Oh.
Oh, some good.
You didn't really need that second piece of sweet potato pie.
No, no, I didn't.
My head said no, but my heart said why the fuck not? Want to check out the Blue Nile? There she is.
Yeah.
Hey, girl.
Hey, Mr.
Batiste.
Mrs.
Batiste.
- Hey, Jennifer.
- What's going on? Pinettes.
They're my girls.
Oh, yeah? - You want to go in? - I'm too young.
Come on.
Antoine, how old is she? Jeff, this is my daughter.
And she's a musician.
Mm-hmm.
And last time I checked, this is still New Orleans, right? Hmm? If they subpoena you and you did give grand jury testimony, it's up to the feds whether to call you or not when it goes to trial.
If it ever does.
You think they'll finally move on any of this? Well I think the raid says they're fixing to.
As soon as Obama's inaugurated and Holder's sworn in.
Well, a breeze does seem to be blowing in a new direction.
I just hope they don't stop at Danziger.
That Joey Abreu's case is on their agenda, too.
And Henry Glover, and whoever else the NOPD killed after the storm.
I floated the idea, you know.
To our friend.
About me taking the stand.
Mm-hmm.
What did he say? He didn't need me.
I'm damaged goods.
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
And he thinks he has what he needs.
And the rumor is that the department has invented a witness.
Can you believe that? Really.
I invented a shell casing.
They're making me look like an amateur.
Terry, Toni, everything okay? How's the puttanesca? Perfect as always.
Oh, it's good to see you.
- Nice to see you.
- Thank you, Mr.
Joe.
I don't envy you your situation.
Well But I know you'll do the right thing.
We're gonna take a short break.
We'll be right back.
We're missing you in band.
Just not feeling it, you know? I do.
I miss her, too.
But you got to keep-- just got to keep on keeping on.
You know what I'm saying? I mean, that's what it is.
You just got to keep going.
That's the way she would have wanted it.
I'll tell you what, Jennifer.
I know you could be one of them someday.
That's what I want.
You stick with him, someday we'll be coming here to see you.
You come back to band, I'll teach you that "Ghostbusters" song they do.
- "Who You Gonna Call?" - Yeah.
You think about it, okay? Ah.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
Can I come in? Now is not a good time.
I got company.
Oh.
Okay.
Where are the boys? Can I say hi at least? They went to the mall and the movies with some friends.
Oh.
I should have called first, huh? Yeah.
I was just driving by and I - We'll talk later.
- All right.
- Happy New Year.
- You, too.
Hey, Mama said to tell you hello.
- Mother-in-law? - Yeah.
- How she doing? - She's good.
We drove up New Year's Day.
Had a good visit.
You give her my love.
I will.
I just wanted to say I know a lot of this is my fault and I'm sorry.
Thank you.
And I really do appreciate everything you're doing, Larry.
I really do.
Tomorrow is a busy day We got things to do, we got eggs to lay We got ground to dig and worms to scratch Takes a lot of sitting getting chicks to hatch There ain't nobody here but us chickens There ain't nobody here at all So watch yourself And stop that fussin', there ain't nobody Hey, Antoine Batiste.
- That's right.
- Lanny Fox, man.
It's a pleasure.
- Thanks, Sandy.
- You're welcome, Mr.
Fox.
- Thanks, Sandy.
- No worries.
- Come on in, man.
Come on in.
- Oh, shit! Not bad, right? You always carry your bone without a case? Oh, man, it's a long story, brah.
I'd like to hear it sometime.
Take your jacket off.
Let me grab my bone.
Okay.
All right.
Oh, nice! Is it? 'Cause, man, I got no idea.
Yes, man.
This is a King 2B.
Shit.
It's top-shelf.
It's good to know they're not nickel-and-diming everything 'cause catering sucks.
So where do we start? Well, we'll start with some of the basics, you know-- how to hold it.
And then we'll listen to the playback track and, you know, start getting you synched up.
- Cool.
- When do you shoot this? - Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? Yeah, I know.
A Sunday, right? Triple time.
But we're way behind schedule and the producers are up our ass.
It would be good if you could be there.
Uh sure.
Sunday, no problem.
But I'm saying tomorrow doesn't give us much time.
Yeah.
Let's get started, right? What do I do first? Well, first put the mouthpiece in so you don't cut up your lips and shit.
Yeah.
Right, duh.
I am so sorry to intrude on your Saturday, but I did want to bring you up to speed.
We're happy to hear from you whenever.
As you know, we had the second autopsy done.
The doctor from Georgia.
Right, Dr.
Sperry.
He's definitively ruled out trauma from the bar fight as a cause of death.
He agrees with Dr.
Minyard that your son died from natural causes, from asthma.
We know that your son was left untreated for several hours.
Dr.
Sperry's expert opinion is that Billy's asthma was survivable given the proper treatment.
He should have had his inhaler.
And when his condition worsened, he should have been sent to the hospital.
Sounds like negligence to me.
It does to me as well.
How could they have done that to him? Walk away and just let him die? I don't know.
What kind of person does that? That's a good question, Mrs.
Gilday.
It's a question I ask myself not only in your son's case, but often in my work.
And I'm afraid I don't have a good answer for it.
Somebody has to be accountable.
God damn it.
- Shh, Bill.
- Well, I would file on your behalf a federal civil rights case against the sheriff and the jail staff for violating Billy's civil rights.
It would be deliberate indifference to a serious medical need and for negligence.
It won't bring our Billy back.
There have been several deaths at the jail like your son's.
Preventable deaths.
This isn't some random acts of neglect by bad individuals, but this is a pattern and practice of violating people's rights at the jail and it has been going on for years.
So I hope you'll do this not only for your son, but also for someone else's son or daughter.
Because it will happen again.
- Lieutenant.
- Chief.
I assume a federal grand jury's coming on Danziger.
I just wanted you to know if I am subpoenaed, I am going to testify.
You assume or you know because your FBI buddies told you? Respectfully, Chief, get your head out of your ass.
You'd fuck yourself to fuck everybody else? I just don't understand that.
You put your shit in the street, you're through, Detective.
Forget New Orleans.
You couldn't get a job as a beat cop in Bumfuck, Illinois.
Fine by me.
You know this? "Dippermouth Blues.
" King Oliver wrote this for Pops when they were all up in Chicago.
Hey, you know who plays trombone on the original? - No.
- The great Honoré Dutrey.
Sorry.
Also from New Orleans.
They were all from New Orleans.
Honoré Dutrey-- one of my heroes.
I named my daughter after him.
- No kidding? - Mm-hmm.
You want her to be a trombone player when she grows up? Oh, I don't know about that.
I want her to play something.
Whew.
Mmm.
Mmm! They want you to fake that, huh? Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
It's a lot.
You think you can help me? Man, they could have chose something that was a little less challenging.
That's Kid Ory.
One of the seminal players of the instrument.
Well, yeah, but, I mean, I'm playing Kid Ory, so - You are? - Yeah.
Yeah, basically.
I mean, they changed the name or whatever, but Yeah, well, Kid Ory was black.
I thought he was Creole.
Yeah, but I mean, he was light enough to pass, right? Yeah, but he didn't.
It's not just about color.
I'm Creole, too, me.
- You are? - Yeah, on my mama's side.
But, you know, it's about culture and family tradition.
Anyway, I told them they should just keep the character's name Kid Ory.
You know, stick with the Creole thing, just let me run with it.
But producers, right? They get cold feet.
Too controversial.
White guy, Creole.
Yeah, I guess that's for the best.
Creole is a contentious term these days, huh? It is what it is, right? So, you know, if you got any tips, I'd really appreciate it.
Tip.
Tired, broke, got nowhere to turn If nobody minds the store Lord have mercy on the final four Cold wind been blowin' through us all See the heartbeat and the soul Of the people of the city of New Orleans Talking about jazz, funk Rhythm and blues and soul Rib shack, backbeat, the second line, city street The sound of a big bass drum The greatest gift The greatest gift Talking about jazz, funk Rhythm and blues and soul Jazz, funk, rhythm and blues and soul.
It's time to take your meds, Pop.
- Got to use the bathroom? - Mm-hmm.
I got you.
Should we take 10? Let's take 20.
I'm down with that.
Hey.
That was marvelous, darling.
Thank you, Mimi.
How'd you know it was me? I don't know.
Maybe the voice? I've had this voice since I was 27, believe it or not.
Well, I got an early start.
Had my first cigarette at 13.
My first whiskey, my first boy.
- Annie! - Where have you been? - Mr.
and Mrs.
McAlary.
- Good to see you.
You look fabulous.
Great mask.
I'm gonna be Marie Antoinette for Mardi Gras this year.
Let them eat king cake.
She's been saying that all night.
Well, appropriate for Twelfth Night, don't you think? N'est-ce pas? And Roger's going to be Louis Seize.
I thought we ought to go as Louis Prima and Keely Smith, but I was overruled.
Well, not by me.
Just a gigolo, darling.
- How are your parents? - They're fine.
Thank you.
- Give them our regards.
- Oh, I will, of course.
Would you excuse me a moment? I just felt disrespected.
Melanie.
She's not any older than I am.
Well, he's certainly sending you a message, isn't he? Yeah, I got it loud and clear.
Do what I tell you or you can be represented by a fucking intern.
Yeah, but that's what you pay him for.
His expertise.
And if you don't agree with it, maybe you should find a new manager.
I hate to start over.
Well, it's just my opinion, I would say you either take his advice or show him the door.
_ Fucking pathetic.
Is that all you got? Dog shit? Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Don't worry.
We'll fix it in post.
Kid Ory, my ass.
Hey, Davis.
What's the matter? Oh, wait, who brought beignets? I did.
Come on in.
I'll get some juice.
No, I'm psyched about this.
- I really am.
- I can see that.
- It's a big deal.
- All right.
Okay.
So what is it exactly you want to do, hmm? I want to get Caledonia's reopened.
Take over Raul's lease.
Revitalize Rampart Street.
Fight the good fight for live music in New Orleans.
That's it? To start.
I'll look into it for you.
Oh, thank you so much.
I really appreciate it.
Just don't sign anything until I've read it.
I got it.
I got it.
I've been wanting to challenge that noise ordinance for years.
It is completely, clearly unconstitutional.
It bans literary readings, mimes Do you want that? No, thank you.
Davis, it's stone-cold.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Go! Coochie ma! Wild man! Wild man! Coochie ma! He-la-hey-hey-la-hey, come on Chong, chong, I like to go strong, strong - Come on! - He-la-hey-hey-la-hey Coochie ma! Guardians of the flame! - Flag boy! - Coochie ma! Flag boy.
I'm the Big Chief, get down on the ground.
Chong, chong, I like to go strong, strong With a little bit he-la-hey-hey-la-hey Hey, come on, come on Chong, chong, I like to go strong, strong With a little bit he-la-hey-hey-la-hey Chong, chong, I like to go strong, strong With a little bit he-la-hey-hey-la-hey Let's go get 'em - Let's go get 'em - The flag is jumpin' - Let's go get 'em - Way downtown - Let's go get 'em - Won't turn around - Let's go get 'em - Meet 'em in the morning - Let's go get 'em - Don't give no warning now - Let's go get 'em - Trouble comes, boy - Let's go get 'em - Jumping with fire - Let's go get 'em - Early in the morning - Let's go get 'em - Lord have mercy - Let's go get 'em - Hurray - Let's go get 'em - Lord have mercy - Let's go get 'em - Spy boy come in now - Let's go get 'em - Flag boy come in now - Let's go get 'em - Celebrated - Let's go get 'em - Way uptown - Let's go get 'em - Celebrated now - Let's go get 'em - Way uptown - Let's go get 'em - Mardi Gras morning - Let's go get 'em - Mardi Gras morning Let's go get 'em Wild man! Mardi Gras Day when the Indians come Won't nobody kneelin', won't nobody run Whoopin' and a hollerin' when the Indians say Thanks.
Where's Brandi? Her feet hurt.
Mm, I remember.
Your feet, your back, your bladder, everything.
You'll see.
How's your daddy doing? He's in pain and of course he ain't gonna take nothing for it.
Except the herb, and we out of that temporarily.
Supposed to go to the doctor tomorrow.
Is he? I'm taking him.
We appreciate-- I appreciate everything you're doing for us.
For him.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Tell him I'll see him in the morning, okay? Will do.
- Del.
- Paul.
- Karen.
- Hey.
How you doing, baby? Monk looked good.
He a force of nature.
How's your Big Chief? Oh, he hanging in.
Sewing like crazy.
Y'all should stop by.
Will do.
He still aiming to come out Mardi Gras Day? Oh, yeah, for sure.
I'm glad to hear that.
What, you heard different? No, no.
You know.
Give him our best.
Will do.
And you tell him I'm praying for him to St.
Anne.
He'll be glad to hear that.
- I'll see y'all soon.
- All right, baby.
- All right.
- Take care.
- See you next week? - Yeah, thanks.
- Say hi to my Big Chief for me.
- I will.
- Tell him we miss him.
- Yeah.
He gonna be able to make that walk, you think? He aiming to.
You know how he is he put his mind to it.
We should talk about what if he can't.
If he ain't up to it.
He'll be up to it.
And if he ain't? Who'll take us out? You, of course.
- Unless he wants you to.
- Me? You the wild man.
You his son.
You next in line.
True dat.
But this year, I do whatever he wants.
One morning I was out walking with Mr.
Rutherford and Mr.
Amedée and we just had to say Look at the day That the Lord has made Oh, look at the day That the Lord has made Life could be, oh, so fine Taking just one day at a time Look at the day That the Lord has made Why don't we slow down Relax and just take it easy? All this fighting
"What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?" Written by Frank Loesser of "Guys and Dolls" fame.
A stellar example of McAlary's theory of creolization.
Tin Pan Alley, Broadway, the Great American Songbook meet African-American musical genius.
And that's what America's all about.
Check out Miles' version of "If I Were A Bell," you don't believe me.
Merle Haggard with the Pres Hall Jazz Band doing "Basin Street Blues," written by New Orleans' own Spencer Williams.
Basin Street is the street Where all the dark and the light folks meet.
That's how culture gets made in this country.
That's how we do.
We're a Creole nation whether you like it or not.
And in three weeks, America inaugurates its first Creole president.
Get used to it.
All right, here's another version.
This time with the words.
This is New Orleans' own Harry Connick, Jr.
Maybe it's much too early In the game Ah, but I thought I'd ask you just the same What are you doing New Year's? New Year's Eve? 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! So what's on the menu for tonight? Special New Year's Eve prix fixe starting with a really delicious duck gumbo paired with your yummy champagne, which is why I could use a couple more cases.
Well, I got it on the truck.
Take a check for the extra? Uh-huh.
How long I got to wait to deposit? Today's Wednesday.
Tomorrow's a holiday.
- I could do Friday.
- Monday.
Give me the weekend to squirrel away some cash.
Sorry, darling.
No can do.
- Happy New Year's.
- Yeah, happy New Year.
All right.
That sucks.
More tea, Daddy? No.
Sorry? I'm fine, thank you.
I'm running out to make groceries.
I pick you up anything? Go on.
I'll be fine.
Don't need no round-the-clock smothering.
I hate to leave you alone.
Ooh, too bad for you.
Here comes the cavalry.
Good morning.
Whew.
- How is everybody? - Everybody's good.
Mm-hmm.
And how are you, Sunshine? Mm-hmm.
There's some soup on the stove in case he gets hungry.
- Okay.
- I'll see you tonight? Oh, yeah.
Looking forward.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Bye, Daddy.
- Mm-hmm.
How you feeling? Hungry? Want some soup? I feel fine.
I am not.
And, no, I don't.
Fix you a milk shake? Will you quit fussing and come sit by me? - Need some help? - I do not.
But if you got nothing better to do, there you go.
This one? Mm-hmm.
How we doing? Not as nimble with the thimble as I used to be, but Gonna be ready? I'm gonna make that walk, me.
I know you will.
I know.
All right.
All right.
I believe I've had enough fun for today.
I'll see y'all next Monday in class.
Happy New Year.
Get home safe.
Hang on the porch till your parents pick you up.
Anybody need a ride? No, we got it.
Say, y'all, anybody seen Jennifer lately? She been playing down on Frenchmen Street.
- On the corner? - Uh-huh.
With her band The Chosen Ones.
Thank you.
Thank you.
We'd like to bring out one of our good friends.
Happy New Year! Hanging out in the French Quarter.
Hey! Happy New Year! What the fuck? - It's closed.
- It's not closed.
We got a gig.
Read the sign.
Cancelled? Can-- they can't-- can't cancel-- I was gonna quit.
Tonight.
How-- how they gonna-- how am I gonna quit if I'm cancelled? It's fucking shit! Raul! Raul.
Hey, it's Davis McAlary.
I'm standing outside your club right now with some of my band.
Actually, your whole band, Davis.
Hold on.
What? Actually, your whole band, Davis.
Yeah, man, you fired Rogan.
Cheeky said, "Fuck you.
I quit for real.
" You heard me? Fine, whatever.
Raul, what the fuck, man? It's New Year's Eve.
What's going on, huh? Not even a heads up, a courtesy flush, you fucking goat whore? Please call me back.
Yeah, we like it stanky Yeah We like it stanky So it's like 12 or 15.
A whiskey.
Sure, baby.
Excuse me.
Annie? Melanie Felix.
I work with Marvin.
Oh, hi.
Where is Marvin? He had to fly to LA at the last minute.
Said to wish you a happy New Year.
Hi, Melanie Felix.
- Louis Michot.
- I know.
I'm a big fan.
- Y'all were fantastic.
- Thank you.
And you two sounded so great together.
You should do more of that.
Well, hey, are you staying for our set? - Oh, yeah.
- Return the favor? Definitely.
I'd love to.
- Good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, too.
I'm really glad I got to see you play one with the Ramblers.
That was special.
I love them.
And One Eyed Jacks? My gosh, what a fantastic venue.
Yeah, it's great.
Is this your first time? Are you kidding? I'm a regular.
Marvin sends me down here at least once a month.
So you're here scouting or? Actually, I'm here to talk to you.
It was like getting a message from the universe.
A zap from the zeitgeist.
Did the owner ever call you back? Raul? Yeah.
Turns out he wasn't dissing me after all.
I mean, his neighbors were all bitching about the noise, trying to get the city to shut him down.
Even though the last place was a gay disco that went to all hours pumping out Euro techno trash.
The Seventh Circle.
I used to go dancing there.
In my salad days before I became an icon and role model to young female chefs everywhere.
It was.
It was loud.
Well, apparently, it was legendary.
I'm sorry, Davis.
But you have been quitting the music business for over a year now.
This isn't about me.
- It's not? - No.
Fuck you.
No, this is the next big issue.
Rampart Street? Come on, talk about a street that ought to be a music tourist destination.
Cosimo, Pops.
Fuck Bourbon Street.
Fuck Beale Street, too.
While we're at it, fuck all the phony-ass, so-called music destination turista traps.
Yeah, fuck Beale Street and Bourbon.
- Yeah! - Basin Street, too.
All the Bs.
Out.
Ah, oh! I'll get more.
C'est fini.
That's all there is.
What? It's New Year's Eve.
Why do you think it's so fucking empty in here? I ran out of champagne at 9:45.
Saved this for our personal use.
The night is young.
Let's blow this pop stand.
Midnight! It's midnight.
Lost track of time.
Happy New Year! Bonne année et bonne santé.
Happy 2009.
Can you believe it? One more year and we're out of the aughts.
I hate the aughts.
Still fucking here.
Bonne année, bonne santé, mon ami.
What gives? Mm, that was delicious.
Thank you, Mama.
Especially the peas.
Your recipe.
That's why, then.
Must be.
I do miss cooking for myself.
Just put those in the sink, LaDonna.
I'll do 'em later.
Okay.
You know, I can't even have a scented candle? That's for your safety, Mama.
Yeah, I know it.
Still How's the food in the dining room? It's all right.
Same thing every day, depending on the day of the week.
What'd they do for Christmas? Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy.
dressing, yams, string beans, cranberry relish and pecan pie.
Mercy.
Sounds delicious.
All I wanted was a bowl of gumbo.
But they always burn the roux.
They should use liquid smoke like you do.
Then they wouldn't burn it.
I told them, but they wouldn't believe me.
And just because you might add a little liquid smoke doesn't mean you can stop stirring.
Whoo! Never believed I'd end up in a place like this.
Two rooms.
I always thought I'd be able to take care of myself to the end.
This place is nice, Mama.
I know it.
Life never turns out just the way you think it will.
No.
It doesn't.
Full of surprises.
Yeah.
How's Larry? Spending the day with Bernard and his wife.
- Victorine.
- Mmm.
And Antoine? He been to see the boys recently? Christmas Day.
You gonna ask me about my high school boyfriend, too? I'm just concerned about you, that's all.
Alcide said you're talking about getting a divorce.
Thinking about it.
You gonna marry this new fella? He's very ill at the moment.
We'll see.
Oh, I know that look.
You think I screwed up, don't you? Not for me to say.
No, it's not for you to say.
But? It's good.
It just needs a little more ooh-poo-pah-doo.
Between Brandi and Daddy, I'm trying to cook healthy.
It's delicious, Davina.
It is.
It is.
Just saying.
Hot sauce, Daddy? Salt? No, thank you.
How about some fried chicken? I thought I wasn't allowed.
It's the holiday.
Knock yourself out.
Nothing tastes right.
I got this metallic taste in my mouth.
I can't shake it.
Oh, my God.
Treme-ja vu.
Good morning.
Happy 2009.
Morning.
You hungover? Mm, a little bit.
Maybe more.
Hair of the dog? Coffee? Already made.
I'll get you some.
Mmm, Davis.
Last night that was nice.
You remember? Yeah, I remember.
Yeah, it was nice.
What are we doing here? Spending the day in bed, I hope.
Well, yeah.
I mean, you and me.
What's going on? Is something going on? Um, I'm not sure.
We have to figure it out today? No.
No.
God, no.
Good.
Hey, hold that elevator.
FBI, Lieutenant.
I can see that.
They say what it was about? Like you don't know.
No.
No, I don't know.
Danziger.
Well, there are blues that you get from worry And there are blues that you get from pain There are blues when you are lonely for your one and only The blues you can never explain There are blues that you get from longing But the bluest blues to me Are the blues that I've got on my mind They're the very meanest kind The blues my naughty sweetie gives to me.
That's pretty.
Now she don't want to talk to me.
How you doing, Mary Lou? Excuse me.
That sounded great, man.
- Thanks, man.
- Can I buy you a drink? As soon as I finish this one.
- Ed Gerrard.
- Antoine Batiste.
I know.
My partner Peter Himberger and I manage Mac and Jon Cleary.
Oh, yeah.
It's a pleasure.
Except I think you owe me a call.
Excuse me? Shorty gave you my card about some film work.
Oh, yeah.
That was you? I haven't gotten around to it, you know.
I've been meaning to, but, you know, the holidays.
A lot of other stuff intervened.
No worries, man.
The gig's still there if you want it, though.
I thought you said you were a manager.
Music supervisor for film, I do that as well.
Oh, cool.
Well, whatever you need, man, I'm there.
Great.
How about that drink? - Crown and Coke, baby.
- You got it.
Say, you know, I've been wanting to work with Mac for years.
You think you could hook me up? I mean, I know he knows me.
I was supposed to do a tour with him and I got busy and you know, Shorty filled in at the last minute.
It would be an honor.
I'm just saying.
Well, you know, he can always use a great New Orleans bone player.
Oh, yeah.
Right.
Right.
Oh, and you buying, too.
Shit.
You knew, right? And you couldn't give me a heads up? No.
No, I guess not.
What's the mood? Smug.
Smug? Yeah.
Yeah, they beat the state of Louisiana and they figure they can beat the feds, too, as long as nobody breaks ranks.
And nobody has, except me.
And you don't know anything about Danziger and they know that.
You're outside the wall.
But I can testify about a lot of the shit.
The whole culture of cover-up and conspiracy and intimidation, missing and manufactured evidence.
Some of which you manufactured yourself.
I was setting a trap.
Interesting to see what a decent defense attorney does with that assertion.
Fuck 'em.
I'm ready to stick it in.
I'm not gonna need you to testify, Terry.
No? They may be smug now, but they'll be banging down my door to make a deal time we're done.
- You got something? - We will.
Sure as God made little green apples.
The sergeant in charge of the in-house investigation? Dugue and Kaufman.
We got their computers.
You know what they say, Terry.
It's never the crime, it's the cover-up.
It's always the cover-up.
What was his name? Hmm? Fox.
Lanny Fox.
What would I have seen him in? They told me, but I forget.
Some war thing nobody watched.
And you're gonna teach him how to play? This actor? No, I'm gonna show him how to hold the bone, move the slide, blow at the right time.
- You know.
- Fake it? That's what actors do, right? Sound like easy money to me.
Mm-hmm.
I'm just saying.
- You got a gig tonight? - Mm-mmm.
We can go out.
Get Mama to watch the baby.
- Club hopping on Frenchmen? - Sure.
'Cause I was hoping to run into Jennifer.
Word is she's playing the corner down there.
I know you're worried about her.
Man, she ain't been to band since Cherise died.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
Is that better or worse than "hmm"? Why don't you just call it Janette's? Really? 'Fraid so.
- Fuck me.
- Indeed.
Oh! Oh.
Oh, some good.
You didn't really need that second piece of sweet potato pie.
No, no, I didn't.
My head said no, but my heart said why the fuck not? Want to check out the Blue Nile? There she is.
Yeah.
Hey, girl.
Hey, Mr.
Batiste.
Mrs.
Batiste.
- Hey, Jennifer.
- What's going on? Pinettes.
They're my girls.
Oh, yeah? - You want to go in? - I'm too young.
Come on.
Antoine, how old is she? Jeff, this is my daughter.
And she's a musician.
Mm-hmm.
And last time I checked, this is still New Orleans, right? Hmm? If they subpoena you and you did give grand jury testimony, it's up to the feds whether to call you or not when it goes to trial.
If it ever does.
You think they'll finally move on any of this? Well I think the raid says they're fixing to.
As soon as Obama's inaugurated and Holder's sworn in.
Well, a breeze does seem to be blowing in a new direction.
I just hope they don't stop at Danziger.
That Joey Abreu's case is on their agenda, too.
And Henry Glover, and whoever else the NOPD killed after the storm.
I floated the idea, you know.
To our friend.
About me taking the stand.
Mm-hmm.
What did he say? He didn't need me.
I'm damaged goods.
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
And he thinks he has what he needs.
And the rumor is that the department has invented a witness.
Can you believe that? Really.
I invented a shell casing.
They're making me look like an amateur.
Terry, Toni, everything okay? How's the puttanesca? Perfect as always.
Oh, it's good to see you.
- Nice to see you.
- Thank you, Mr.
Joe.
I don't envy you your situation.
Well But I know you'll do the right thing.
We're gonna take a short break.
We'll be right back.
We're missing you in band.
Just not feeling it, you know? I do.
I miss her, too.
But you got to keep-- just got to keep on keeping on.
You know what I'm saying? I mean, that's what it is.
You just got to keep going.
That's the way she would have wanted it.
I'll tell you what, Jennifer.
I know you could be one of them someday.
That's what I want.
You stick with him, someday we'll be coming here to see you.
You come back to band, I'll teach you that "Ghostbusters" song they do.
- "Who You Gonna Call?" - Yeah.
You think about it, okay? Ah.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
Can I come in? Now is not a good time.
I got company.
Oh.
Okay.
Where are the boys? Can I say hi at least? They went to the mall and the movies with some friends.
Oh.
I should have called first, huh? Yeah.
I was just driving by and I - We'll talk later.
- All right.
- Happy New Year.
- You, too.
Hey, Mama said to tell you hello.
- Mother-in-law? - Yeah.
- How she doing? - She's good.
We drove up New Year's Day.
Had a good visit.
You give her my love.
I will.
I just wanted to say I know a lot of this is my fault and I'm sorry.
Thank you.
And I really do appreciate everything you're doing, Larry.
I really do.
Tomorrow is a busy day We got things to do, we got eggs to lay We got ground to dig and worms to scratch Takes a lot of sitting getting chicks to hatch There ain't nobody here but us chickens There ain't nobody here at all So watch yourself And stop that fussin', there ain't nobody Hey, Antoine Batiste.
- That's right.
- Lanny Fox, man.
It's a pleasure.
- Thanks, Sandy.
- You're welcome, Mr.
Fox.
- Thanks, Sandy.
- No worries.
- Come on in, man.
Come on in.
- Oh, shit! Not bad, right? You always carry your bone without a case? Oh, man, it's a long story, brah.
I'd like to hear it sometime.
Take your jacket off.
Let me grab my bone.
Okay.
All right.
Oh, nice! Is it? 'Cause, man, I got no idea.
Yes, man.
This is a King 2B.
Shit.
It's top-shelf.
It's good to know they're not nickel-and-diming everything 'cause catering sucks.
So where do we start? Well, we'll start with some of the basics, you know-- how to hold it.
And then we'll listen to the playback track and, you know, start getting you synched up.
- Cool.
- When do you shoot this? - Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? Yeah, I know.
A Sunday, right? Triple time.
But we're way behind schedule and the producers are up our ass.
It would be good if you could be there.
Uh sure.
Sunday, no problem.
But I'm saying tomorrow doesn't give us much time.
Yeah.
Let's get started, right? What do I do first? Well, first put the mouthpiece in so you don't cut up your lips and shit.
Yeah.
Right, duh.
I am so sorry to intrude on your Saturday, but I did want to bring you up to speed.
We're happy to hear from you whenever.
As you know, we had the second autopsy done.
The doctor from Georgia.
Right, Dr.
Sperry.
He's definitively ruled out trauma from the bar fight as a cause of death.
He agrees with Dr.
Minyard that your son died from natural causes, from asthma.
We know that your son was left untreated for several hours.
Dr.
Sperry's expert opinion is that Billy's asthma was survivable given the proper treatment.
He should have had his inhaler.
And when his condition worsened, he should have been sent to the hospital.
Sounds like negligence to me.
It does to me as well.
How could they have done that to him? Walk away and just let him die? I don't know.
What kind of person does that? That's a good question, Mrs.
Gilday.
It's a question I ask myself not only in your son's case, but often in my work.
And I'm afraid I don't have a good answer for it.
Somebody has to be accountable.
God damn it.
- Shh, Bill.
- Well, I would file on your behalf a federal civil rights case against the sheriff and the jail staff for violating Billy's civil rights.
It would be deliberate indifference to a serious medical need and for negligence.
It won't bring our Billy back.
There have been several deaths at the jail like your son's.
Preventable deaths.
This isn't some random acts of neglect by bad individuals, but this is a pattern and practice of violating people's rights at the jail and it has been going on for years.
So I hope you'll do this not only for your son, but also for someone else's son or daughter.
Because it will happen again.
- Lieutenant.
- Chief.
I assume a federal grand jury's coming on Danziger.
I just wanted you to know if I am subpoenaed, I am going to testify.
You assume or you know because your FBI buddies told you? Respectfully, Chief, get your head out of your ass.
You'd fuck yourself to fuck everybody else? I just don't understand that.
You put your shit in the street, you're through, Detective.
Forget New Orleans.
You couldn't get a job as a beat cop in Bumfuck, Illinois.
Fine by me.
You know this? "Dippermouth Blues.
" King Oliver wrote this for Pops when they were all up in Chicago.
Hey, you know who plays trombone on the original? - No.
- The great Honoré Dutrey.
Sorry.
Also from New Orleans.
They were all from New Orleans.
Honoré Dutrey-- one of my heroes.
I named my daughter after him.
- No kidding? - Mm-hmm.
You want her to be a trombone player when she grows up? Oh, I don't know about that.
I want her to play something.
Whew.
Mmm.
Mmm! They want you to fake that, huh? Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
It's a lot.
You think you can help me? Man, they could have chose something that was a little less challenging.
That's Kid Ory.
One of the seminal players of the instrument.
Well, yeah, but, I mean, I'm playing Kid Ory, so - You are? - Yeah.
Yeah, basically.
I mean, they changed the name or whatever, but Yeah, well, Kid Ory was black.
I thought he was Creole.
Yeah, but I mean, he was light enough to pass, right? Yeah, but he didn't.
It's not just about color.
I'm Creole, too, me.
- You are? - Yeah, on my mama's side.
But, you know, it's about culture and family tradition.
Anyway, I told them they should just keep the character's name Kid Ory.
You know, stick with the Creole thing, just let me run with it.
But producers, right? They get cold feet.
Too controversial.
White guy, Creole.
Yeah, I guess that's for the best.
Creole is a contentious term these days, huh? It is what it is, right? So, you know, if you got any tips, I'd really appreciate it.
Tip.
Tired, broke, got nowhere to turn If nobody minds the store Lord have mercy on the final four Cold wind been blowin' through us all See the heartbeat and the soul Of the people of the city of New Orleans Talking about jazz, funk Rhythm and blues and soul Rib shack, backbeat, the second line, city street The sound of a big bass drum The greatest gift The greatest gift Talking about jazz, funk Rhythm and blues and soul Jazz, funk, rhythm and blues and soul.
It's time to take your meds, Pop.
- Got to use the bathroom? - Mm-hmm.
I got you.
Should we take 10? Let's take 20.
I'm down with that.
Hey.
That was marvelous, darling.
Thank you, Mimi.
How'd you know it was me? I don't know.
Maybe the voice? I've had this voice since I was 27, believe it or not.
Well, I got an early start.
Had my first cigarette at 13.
My first whiskey, my first boy.
- Annie! - Where have you been? - Mr.
and Mrs.
McAlary.
- Good to see you.
You look fabulous.
Great mask.
I'm gonna be Marie Antoinette for Mardi Gras this year.
Let them eat king cake.
She's been saying that all night.
Well, appropriate for Twelfth Night, don't you think? N'est-ce pas? And Roger's going to be Louis Seize.
I thought we ought to go as Louis Prima and Keely Smith, but I was overruled.
Well, not by me.
Just a gigolo, darling.
- How are your parents? - They're fine.
Thank you.
- Give them our regards.
- Oh, I will, of course.
Would you excuse me a moment? I just felt disrespected.
Melanie.
She's not any older than I am.
Well, he's certainly sending you a message, isn't he? Yeah, I got it loud and clear.
Do what I tell you or you can be represented by a fucking intern.
Yeah, but that's what you pay him for.
His expertise.
And if you don't agree with it, maybe you should find a new manager.
I hate to start over.
Well, it's just my opinion, I would say you either take his advice or show him the door.
_ Fucking pathetic.
Is that all you got? Dog shit? Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Don't worry.
We'll fix it in post.
Kid Ory, my ass.
Hey, Davis.
What's the matter? Oh, wait, who brought beignets? I did.
Come on in.
I'll get some juice.
No, I'm psyched about this.
- I really am.
- I can see that.
- It's a big deal.
- All right.
Okay.
So what is it exactly you want to do, hmm? I want to get Caledonia's reopened.
Take over Raul's lease.
Revitalize Rampart Street.
Fight the good fight for live music in New Orleans.
That's it? To start.
I'll look into it for you.
Oh, thank you so much.
I really appreciate it.
Just don't sign anything until I've read it.
I got it.
I got it.
I've been wanting to challenge that noise ordinance for years.
It is completely, clearly unconstitutional.
It bans literary readings, mimes Do you want that? No, thank you.
Davis, it's stone-cold.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Go! Coochie ma! Wild man! Wild man! Coochie ma! He-la-hey-hey-la-hey, come on Chong, chong, I like to go strong, strong - Come on! - He-la-hey-hey-la-hey Coochie ma! Guardians of the flame! - Flag boy! - Coochie ma! Flag boy.
I'm the Big Chief, get down on the ground.
Chong, chong, I like to go strong, strong With a little bit he-la-hey-hey-la-hey Hey, come on, come on Chong, chong, I like to go strong, strong With a little bit he-la-hey-hey-la-hey Chong, chong, I like to go strong, strong With a little bit he-la-hey-hey-la-hey Let's go get 'em - Let's go get 'em - The flag is jumpin' - Let's go get 'em - Way downtown - Let's go get 'em - Won't turn around - Let's go get 'em - Meet 'em in the morning - Let's go get 'em - Don't give no warning now - Let's go get 'em - Trouble comes, boy - Let's go get 'em - Jumping with fire - Let's go get 'em - Early in the morning - Let's go get 'em - Lord have mercy - Let's go get 'em - Hurray - Let's go get 'em - Lord have mercy - Let's go get 'em - Spy boy come in now - Let's go get 'em - Flag boy come in now - Let's go get 'em - Celebrated - Let's go get 'em - Way uptown - Let's go get 'em - Celebrated now - Let's go get 'em - Way uptown - Let's go get 'em - Mardi Gras morning - Let's go get 'em - Mardi Gras morning Let's go get 'em Wild man! Mardi Gras Day when the Indians come Won't nobody kneelin', won't nobody run Whoopin' and a hollerin' when the Indians say Thanks.
Where's Brandi? Her feet hurt.
Mm, I remember.
Your feet, your back, your bladder, everything.
You'll see.
How's your daddy doing? He's in pain and of course he ain't gonna take nothing for it.
Except the herb, and we out of that temporarily.
Supposed to go to the doctor tomorrow.
Is he? I'm taking him.
We appreciate-- I appreciate everything you're doing for us.
For him.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Tell him I'll see him in the morning, okay? Will do.
- Del.
- Paul.
- Karen.
- Hey.
How you doing, baby? Monk looked good.
He a force of nature.
How's your Big Chief? Oh, he hanging in.
Sewing like crazy.
Y'all should stop by.
Will do.
He still aiming to come out Mardi Gras Day? Oh, yeah, for sure.
I'm glad to hear that.
What, you heard different? No, no.
You know.
Give him our best.
Will do.
And you tell him I'm praying for him to St.
Anne.
He'll be glad to hear that.
- I'll see y'all soon.
- All right, baby.
- All right.
- Take care.
- See you next week? - Yeah, thanks.
- Say hi to my Big Chief for me.
- I will.
- Tell him we miss him.
- Yeah.
He gonna be able to make that walk, you think? He aiming to.
You know how he is he put his mind to it.
We should talk about what if he can't.
If he ain't up to it.
He'll be up to it.
And if he ain't? Who'll take us out? You, of course.
- Unless he wants you to.
- Me? You the wild man.
You his son.
You next in line.
True dat.
But this year, I do whatever he wants.
One morning I was out walking with Mr.
Rutherford and Mr.
Amedée and we just had to say Look at the day That the Lord has made Oh, look at the day That the Lord has made Life could be, oh, so fine Taking just one day at a time Look at the day That the Lord has made Why don't we slow down Relax and just take it easy? All this fighting