Last night, that was nice.
What are we doing here? You and me...
- Is something going on? - Um, I'm not sure.
We had a second autopsy done.
Billy's asthma was survivable.
He should have had his inhaler.
Sounds like negligence to me.
Does to me as well.
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.
- I hate to start over. - That's what you're paying him for.
His expertise. And if you don't agree with it,
maybe you should find a new manager.
Say hi to my Big Chief for me.
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.
♪ Sing, sing, sing, sing ♪
♪ Everybody start to sing ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh whaa ooh ♪
♪ Now you're singing with a swing ♪
♪ Everybody start to sing... ♪
♪ Sing, sing, sing, sing ♪
♪ Everybody start to sing ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh whaa ooh ♪
♪ Now you're singing with a swing ♪
♪ Sing, sing, sing, sing ♪
♪ Everybody start to sing ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh whaa ooh ♪
♪ Now you're singing with a swing ♪
♪ When the music goes around ♪
♪ Everybody goes to town ♪
♪ But there's something you should know ♪
♪ Whoa, baby, whoa ♪
♪ Sing, sing, sing, sing ♪
♪ Everybody start to sing ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh whaa ooh ♪
♪ Now you're singing with a swing ♪
♪ Swing, swing, swing, swing ♪
♪ Let's do that trumpet swing ♪
♪ Blow, blow, blow, blow ♪
♪ Let's do that trombone blow ♪
♪ When the music goes around ♪
♪ Everybody goes to town ♪
♪ But here's something you should know ♪
♪ Whoa, baby, whoa ♪
♪ Sing, sing, sing, sing ♪
♪ Everybody start to sing ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh whaa ooh ♪
♪ Everybody go... ♪
♪ Come on and sing, sing, sing, sing ♪
♪ Everybody start to sing ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh whaa ooh ♪
♪ Now you're singing with a swing ♪
♪ Swing, swing, swing, swing ♪
♪ Everybody start to swing ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh whaa ooh ♪
♪ Now you're swinging while you sing ♪
♪ When the music goes around ♪
♪ Everybody goes to town ♪
♪ Just relax and take it slow ♪
♪ Now that you've discovered ♪
♪ The music goes round and round ♪
♪ You've got to remember ♪
♪ You've got to swing it in this town ♪
♪ Sing, sing, la-la-doo-da ♪
♪ Sing, sing, la-la-doo-dup ♪
♪ Now sing it ♪
♪ Keep swinging ♪
♪ Now you're singing with a swing. ♪
It's a good day, no?
Yeah, it's good.
... coming into the station for moments like that one.
You killed it, you guys. You guys killed it.
That was Louis Prima's "Sing, Sing, Sing."
♪ 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 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!
- synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
In the name of the Father and of the Son
and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Peace be with this house
and with all who live here.
And also with you.
When Christ took flesh
through the Blessed Virgin Mary, he made his home with us.
Let us now pray that he will enter this house
and bless it with his presence.
May he always be here with you,
share in your joys, and comfort you in your sorrows.
Inspired by his teachings and example,
seek to make this home before all else
a dwelling place of love, diffusing far and wide
the goodness of Christ.
Amen.
Lord, be close to your servants
who move into your house and ask for your blessing.
Be their shelter when they are at home,
their companion when they are away,
and their welcome guest when they return,
and at last receive them into the dwelling place
you have prepared for them in your Father's house
where you live forever and ever.
Amen.
Pop.
I'm fine.
Y'all stay here and finish up with Father Marcus.
I'll be inside.
It does not get any better than that.
Here in the OZ studios, live,
the great Duke Heitger on trumpet,
Herlin Riley retooling Gene Krupa for a second line.
Herlin, I got a question for you. You ready?
What's up?
What would you do in life
if you weren't playing the hell out of the drums?
Family dentistry.
- Really? - No, man, I'm sorry. I'm kidding.
I'm kidding with you, man. I am a drummer.
I feel ya. All right, and you gals,
channeling New Orleans' own Boswell Sisters.
And all on Louis Prima's 1936 classic "Sing, Sing, Sing,"
yet another gift that this city gave the world.
Actually, I don't think the Boswells ever did this one.
Are you sure? I seem to...
No, the Andrew Sisters did it.
Our arrangement is sort of a combination of them,
Goodman and Prima, but Boswellized.
All right, well, I seem to recall
that the Boswells did it and they did it better.
- All right. - Everything's better with hot sauce on it
and everything's better if it comes out of Louisiana.
- Well, yeah. - Yeah, you're right.
Of course, they're all dead now. You know?
Prima, Krupa, Boswells...
dead, dead, dead.
Gone from this vale
and moldering for all eternity.
You know what? With them it doesn't really matter
'cause they left their mark.
You know? They left something behind.
A legacy.
Davis, you okay?
Yeah, fine. Never better.
Of course, inside of me...
as inside of all of us...
there's a skeleton that's trying to get out
and do his thing.
But he's going to have his way with us, eventually.
Death, the great leveler.
It's a lot to think about, you know?
That's why we do so little thinking about it.
So what say you ladies?
About death?
Well, after all, I mean,
to quote the onetime New Orleans resident,
the great Count No-Count himself,
William Cuthbert Faulkner...
- What day is it? - Wednesday.
- No, I mean the date. - The 21st.
- What? - Davis.
Tomorrow's his birthday.
He's gonna be 40.
"In sunsets we fall into furious attitudes,
dead gestures of dolls... "
Mr. Everett.
Tim Collington, FBI.
I'm with the field office down here.
- How'd you know... - FBI.
We can't help ourselves sometimes, you know?
Right.
We got word you were booked to come back down here
and I wanted to make sure to meet you.
I'm an admirer of the work you did on Henry Glover.
You are?
Where you headed? Can we get some coffee?
Um, I mean, I got to rent a car,
get to my hotel, check in, drop my stuff.
No problem. How about we meet in the lounge in about an hour?
Okay.
Great. See you then.
Wait, don't you need to know what hotel?
All righty.
You back to do more work on Glover?
Uh, no, actually. Something else.
Well, listen, we don't want to get in your way.
And, again, the work you did on Glover was first-rate.
- Thank you. - And, really, we're just here
'cause the big man wants to meet you.
- The big man? - The US Attorney.
- Letten? - That's correct.
Well, I'm not gonna tell Letten
or anyone else anything that's not already in the article.
And, no, you can't look at my notes.
And I won't be sharing my documents with you.
I'm a reporter. I'm not law enforcement.
- Understood. - For three years, Jim Letten can't do anything
except for chase the old Mortal guys,
and now with the Dems coming in,
he's suddenly interested in civil rights cases.
Your whole field office should be fucking ashamed.
- Do you know that? - It's not my field office.
Or mine.
They're out of Washington. Civil Rights Division.
No wonder Jim Letten's jumping.
Look, maybe we should all be ashamed.
Or maybe people did what they could when they could.
Go ahead, Robert.
All right, all right, all right, all right.
Okay, you know what that was?
That's Robert throwing every lick he could into 12 bars.
But, listen, the lesson today was
to play a blues and only change one or two notes
in the standard phrase.
Now, you can flat the third,
you can go to the second for the dominant fifth.
All right? Play, y'all.
One, two, three, four.
All right?
See? Playing the blues changes is simple.
You just change one or two notes.
All right, now you go, girl. Ready?
One, two, two, to the one.
Oh, yeah.
Uh. You hear that?
That's the blues right there.
Come on, everybody.
Delmond.
Del.
Hey. How long you been up?
You hungry, Pop?
No.
Come here.
One thing is we got to replace the floor in the second bath.
Okay, Pop.
Didn't want to say nothing before
'cause I didn't want your sister
to go reschedule Father Marcus.
The only reason that man agreed to do it at all
was out of respect for your mother.
The truth is, this house ain't finished
until we go on back there in that guest bath
and replace them original tiles.
Should have taken that shit out with everything else.
It don't look right.
I hear you.
Also, we got to rewire that fixture.
Put it on a dimmer.
When you were up on the roof,
you happen to notice the gutter in the back?
No, Pop.
It's rusted out.
You got to deal with that or we're gonna have water down the back wall.
You should have seen it when you were up there with the branch.
Okay, I got all that.
Also...
I'm not gonna make that walk.
So you take my crown...
and adjust it so it fits you right.
You take 'em uptown this year.
- But don't you think George should... - No.
You.
- But all those years, he... - You.
- Oh, hey, Miss Sonastine. - Antoine.
- Working late, huh? - No later than you.
Well, I had after-school program, me.
So I'm just cleaning up from that.
I know. I actually need to get with you about that.
Yeah?
We won't be able to sustain that program going forward.
What do you mean?
We have issues with our insurance carrier
when the school is open past dark.
- And if we don't secure the building... - For the love of God.
I know. I know.
But this could leave our entire school vulnerable.
Or so I'm being told.
Can't we meet somewhere else?
Again, the liability questions that would be raised
if students were meeting off campus...
You mean you're telling me that I have kids
who want to play and learn this music and we can't figure out a way to do that?
You telling me that there's more of a liability
for them sitting in this room playing music than running the streets?
This is coming to me from the board.
I can't argue with what they're telling me.
I'm sorry, Antoine.
Excuse me. Coming through, baby.
I already gave the neighbors 20 each,
so don't pretend you're here for anybody but yourself.
Just me and my shadow.
Any more than that
and it ain't worth it for me to unplug the juke.
Glad you're back on your feet, Miss LaDee.
Real glad for you.
Hey, you mind closing up for me tonight?
You going to see the Big Chief?
My night to relieve his daughter.
Don't let that motherfucker back in here.
♪ My favorite poison ♪
♪ Comin' out my stereo, the finest of noises ♪
♪ Well, I know the darkness before I see that light ♪
♪ Sometimes you've got to fall down ♪
♪ To stand on your feet, all right ♪
♪ Come on, like a fish out of water ♪
♪ You know I just can't breathe... ♪
Hey, has anybody recorded these guys yet?
Got them into a studio?
You're late on that, slick.
They're out with an EP
and they're looking at a first album next year.
Revivalists, huh?
How many of these guys are even shaving?
They look like fucking kids.
They're old enough to throw down, brah.
You're gonna get us thrown out of here.
She's late.
She said she'd meet with you guys.
I'm pretty sure her word is good.
I'll make the introduction when she gets here,
but after that, you guys are on your own.
Understood.
To be honest, I just really don't want to be in a position
of vouching for anyone in law enforcement.
Not after what these people have been through.
There she is right there.
Hi, Patrice. How are you?
Patrice, this is Agent Harkness
and Agent Rollins.
The guys I told you about.
Here, have a seat.
Miss Glover, we can't undo all that's happened down here.
And I know that it's been a long time that you and your family have waited.
But we're here now.
Legacy?
My legacy.
If I died tomorrow, what would I leave behind?
A good-looking corpse.
You think so?
From certain angles and certain light, sure.
You could go open-casket at Charbonnet's.
Be that as it may,
you know, what would be different
in this city of my dreams because I lived here?
Some songs.
A few under-appreciated and under-marketed classics to be sure,
but no one's gonna say my name in the same sentence as Toussaint.
Hey, Davis,
let's go see Toussaint over at the Gentilly Stage.
Sorry. It was just a joke.
Hey, what about your record label?
You started that. That's still going strong.
That's a legacy.
No, Don B and Auntie Mame have that well in hand.
In fact, I'm starting to think that when it comes to New Orleans music,
my aunt may be something of an idiot savant.
They just call 'em savants nowadays. It's nicer.
- What if I opened a club? - A music club?
No, Young Republicans club.
Yes, a music club.
- A lot of problems, I think. - Like what?
- Drunks. - I like drunks.
- Musicians. - I like musicians. Some of them.
You know they closed two more clubs on Rampart Street this year?
My band lost out on its last gig to locked doors at Caledonia's.
The whole strip of once famous venues
is now standing vacant.
I'm just saying that a restored Caledonia's
or a Funky Butt... that's a legacy.
Happy birthday, Davis.
- You remembered. - Yeah.
That's just the start, sweetie.
Give me till my off night; I'm gonna cook you a full meal.
Belated celebration.
Who's better than you?
No one you know.
So this is called cornhole? Seriously?
It's like the state sport.
Cornhole.
Can we bet on this?
Might make it more interesting if we can gamble.
Or drink and gamble.
We'll get some girls
and drink and gamble with them.
Then when we run out of beer,
all of us can knock off a liquor store, have some real fun.
There you go.
First, that horror show with Cherise and her boyfriend,
which is way past senseless.
And no one is even close to getting past that.
Then they walk in here and tell me to shut down the after-school program?
I mean, is anyone even paying attention?
Tell me it's different where you are now.
Tell me it's better in high schools.
John Mac? I'm in New Orleans same as you.
I mean, I woke up this morning, I didn't even want to get out of the damn bed.
You know what I'm saying?
I mean, we're trying to build something and...
Look, Antoine, I can't tell you it's gonna get easier.
I just watched the best snare drummer I've seen in a decade
get sentenced to seven years in Angola.
I sat in the courtroom last week
- and watched his life get wrecked. - So what's the point?
The point is if you're looking for a reason to quit, you can find one.
No problem.
It was a lot easier before I knew any of this.
I was just a player.
Gig to gig, set to set.
Miss that, huh?
Why now?
Why not now?
It's not like I'm gonna make captain.
I've got enough years for the pension.
Is it so hard to see me as something else?
Why do we have to define ourselves
by what we do for a living?
I mean Mark,
he's a good guy, right?
He's Mark. He's not his job.
He's not Mark the accountant
and you're not Kay the housewife.
- Hey. - Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
Boys.
I heard my name mentioned. Hopefully not in vain.
No, no, no, no. We were just talking about
how jobs shouldn't define people.
I'm not Terry the cop
and you're not Mark the accountant.
Definitely not. Well, I'm a retirement consultant for one thing.
An actuary, not a CPA.
An actuary, right, right. Right, right, sorry.
But still, you know,
you're Mark, no matter what.
I'm Terry no matter what.
Okay, we know you're Terry, Dad.
But what are you gonna do if you stop being a cop?
I'm gonna... I'm gonna bag groceries.
Tend bar.
Sell melons out of a roadside van.
It doesn't matter, does it?
Maybe I'll go back to school.
Learn something new.
Learn to be an actuary, maybe.
- God help you. - That bad?
The melon thing, that sounds good to me.
- Pop, you up for a spell? - Yeah.
Feeling up to listening to something?
This piece I've been working on.
Not sure about a bridge yet, but I've been shaping the head of the tune.
Does it swing?
'Course not.
You know us modern jazz cats can't swing for shit.
Been messing with this one phrase I heard from this trumpet in this...
in this second line that came past.
Anyway, this is me playing the changes on a temp track.
Somebody knows what they're doing with a piano can do more.
Zachary Richard is killing it.
That's why he's top of the bill.
You guys gonna run?
I kind of want to stay and watch him work.
Well, this being Eunice and all, we're close enough to home tonight
and we can sleep in our own beds if we get started now.
But you, not so much.
All right, well, we'll meet up in New Orleans tomorrow for sound check.
9:00, hi-ho.
Drive safe, y'all.
Hey, what's-her-face brought some papers for you.
- What's her face? - Melanie.
You know, the nice lady that deals with our shit
now that Marvin's too high and mighty to deal with our shit.
Wait. 6,000 units sold
and we are more in the red than when we started?
This is some bullshit. Where is she?
- Driving back to Austin. - Oh.
Remember when Marvin wouldn't miss any of our gigs?
Now we can't even get his stand-in to hang around for the second set.
You know what? Fuck Marvin.
Fuck 'em both.
You got a lift back to the motel?
I'll manage. Thanks.
All right. See you tomorrow, then.
♪ When they won't tell me the truth ♪
♪ Take my grandson fishin' down at Camanida Pass ♪
♪ I hope some of this beauty will last ♪
♪ But, Lord, it's changing so damn fast ♪
♪ Each and every day ♪
♪ 'Cause I love the river and I love the swamp ♪
♪ Snowy egret and the great bullfrog ♪
♪ But they're harder to find one and all ♪
♪ Since the industry come to town ♪
♪ Sunset on Louisianne ♪
♪ The sun going down on the promised land ♪
♪ I've given you everything I can ♪
♪ I've got nothing left to lose. ♪
So there were, in actuality,
never any bullets suitable for comparison?
No. No, I was trying to suss out
whether I was working in a unit that was committed
to investigating possible murders by NOPD officers
or whether the unit was engaged in covering up those murders.
And one of the bullets disappeared?
Yes, as to prevent comparison.
What would you have done if the bullet hadn't disappeared
on the way to the Jeff Parish lab?
Would you have allowed a false comparison to stand?
Well, of course not. It was in no way an attempt to manufacture evidence.
Look, you get me on the stand, I will explain exactly what I did and why.
And I will further testify about the climate of obstruction
and corruption within the homicide unit.
After which, one defense attorney after the next will impeach you.
Makes for a circular argument.
I think the jury buys Terry as honest.
I think the explanation works.
Maybe, maybe not.
But it might serve us better just to leave it alone.
The defense counsel will more than likely
look at this ballistics report,
see more missing evidence and let a sleeping dog lie.
Respectfully, you get me on that stand,
I will lay these motherfuckers out.
I'll let you know, Lieutenant.
More trouble than I'm worth, huh?
It might just save your ass.
Excuse me, sir.
Yeah.
Okay, Donna's was just down there.
That was Funky Butt.
Across the street is Congo Square
and J&M Record was just up the block.
This... this is hallowed ground.
Okay, I know. It's not the glorious money trough
that you and your banker buddies are building across the street.
The place is a shithole, Davis.
Yeah, I know.
Hey, all the great clubs in New Orleans are and were shitholes...
Tip's, Funky Butt, Glass House, Maple Leaf.
Anyplace where you feel bad dropping a pitcher of beer
on the floor is not gonna play right.
So what do you want?
Investors. Starting with you.
If you tell me this block is going to be zoned
for high-rise luxury condos or a new hospital center,
I'll buy it up so fast it'll make your head spin. But a nightclub?
Don't you need an edifice somewhere
saying that you came, you saw, you conquered?
Come on, man! Share my dream!
Nurture it!
Suckle it upon thy money teat.
What, you're gonna name it for me?
Yeah. I don't... if the money's right, I don't care.
I just want it to be.
Dude, look. Hidalgo's Blue Note Bar and Grill.
Oh, my God.
Let me talk to some people.
No promises. I'll just see what some people think.
But if you name it after me, any deal is fucking dead.
Hidalgo's Blue Note? Shit.
Sounds like an icehouse and a burrito stand
20 miles too far from Waco.
Marvin turning us over to the junior varsity was a message.
You think they're gonna drop us?
He's been pressing me to go to Nashville
or Austin, record with studio guys he's lining up.
Tour with guys he picks.
- What do you want? - I want to stay with this band.
- Play what we play. - And what's the label say?
I don't know. They've got a lot of business with Marvin.
I mean, they're gonna believe in him more than me, right?
- What would you do? - Me?
I'm a stubborn Cajun from way the fuck out on the prairie.
I'd probably drink a case of beer,
get in my tractor
and drive it into Marvin's parking lot
and plow his BMW under.
But seriously, what would you do?
I'd probably make a Nashville record for the fuck of it.
I mean, take the shot.
Brass ring here. Reach for it.
If I want to keep the double fiddle sound, will you come with me?
I don't want to have to work through all these parts
with some country-ass Nashville guy.
Let me think on that.
And that was Stoudamire?
Tom Stoudamire.
The lieutenant in charge of intake that shift.
So, he comes back to your station
and asks for Gilday's personal effects.
You give him the envelope. Was it sealed?
Mmm.
You see him open it?
Oh, he opens it.
Dumps it out on the counter in front of him.
He takes the inhaler, walks into the outer office
and I see him toss it in a trash can in the corner.
And you retrieved that inhaler?
After he left the office, I went over to the trash
and it was right there in the can.
So you kept it?
Till I heard you was a lawyer for that man's family.
Then I mailed it to you.
Got to ask.
How did you find me?
Oh, it looked like a woman's handwriting to me.
Three female COs at IPC on that shift.
You were number two on my call list.
You wanted to be found, right?
I better get back to my shift.
Can't miss roll call.
Thank you for your help, Officer Duval.
Might cost me my job.
It might.
Can't beat Stein's.
So when am I gonna lose you full time to Galveston?
I already need to be there more than I am.
I got people on the ground, but they can't do what I do.
I don't doubt that.
Well, the last of the housing demolition is almost finished.
Next month we can transfer title
on the last of the Mid-City properties.
So I can pay you out for your share.
What's left on the Jazz Center?
Almost finished shepherding that through City Hall.
They've picked up a few more friends of the mayor,
need to be taken care of.
Most of them are short-time guys,
but some of them want to stay with the project.
I'll take that as a good sign all in all.
Let me ask you about something else.
What's gonna happen to those properties
on the other side of Rampart Street?
The old clubs?
Any point picking up any of that real estate?
If the Jazz Center goes, that could revive
the back end of the French Quarter maybe.
Rampart's quiet right now.
No noise, no drunks.
And that quiet is buying us goodwill with the neighborhood groups.
Now, if we want them to support the Jazz Center,
we can't be jamming clubs in on every side of us, right?
Better to bring people to hear the music
where we can control the venue.
Why are you asking?
No real reason.
♪ Here we are now when somehow ♪
♪ It's not where we've been ♪
♪ It's my conclusion that we're losin' ♪
♪ What we've been livin' in ♪
♪ And if there are problems, we'll solve them ♪
♪ Before they drive us away ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ The way it's goin' now, baby ♪
♪ I just can't say. ♪
Take it, Big Sam!
Pop! Pop!
Davina!
Pop, stay with me. Davina!
- I'm here. - Call 911.
Stay with me, Pop.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
All right.
Whoo! That was a good start.
- What you mean? - It's Saturday night.
I want to keep cutting.
Three sets ain't enough for you, man?
Hell, no. Who's going late?
Look, I heard Wolf and them
might be throwing down at Bocat's Lounge.
- Ah, okay. - Some gin, some juice.
Some weed.
You know, for musicians only.
- Yeah, I know the spot. - Yeah, you right.
So what about you, huh?
You ready to endeavor to persevere?
Where you at?
- Have a good one, man. - Yes, I will.
Call Cheri. She need to be here.
Atlanta way too far right now. It's time, Davina.
I'll call from the hospital.
- You riding in back? - Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you right.
Oh, shit.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh, shit. - What's up now?
It's them complicated motherfuckers.
Play the changes, Antoine. Just play the changes.
Shit, my head started hurting just looking at you two walking through the door.
Don't even go there, Antoine.
I can play anything you want to play.
Don't matter to me. Just call a tune and let's go.
All right, Mr. Jordan. Oh, man.
I'm about to get cut by Mr. Kidd Jordan
and Donald Harrison, Jr. In the same session.
Whoo, I thought this was a friendly gathering.
Shit, Antoine, you better play the stuff
you know forward and backwards or you'll bleed.
All right, all right. Yeah, you're right.
Shit. Well, we gonna go old school, bitches.
Let's go.
Oh, yeah.
Hopefully Ronnie had something to eat.
- They're saying he's stable. - What does that mean?
Delmond's back with his father now.
They're making arrangements to send him home.
But he's gonna need a home care nurse now.
And he's gonna be on morphine.
Won't be long now, Miss LaDee.
Ah, shit. Daylight.
Yeah, that's wrong.
Man, I'm just gonna get a cab,
go home, and throw myself into bed.
Oh, now you see, this here is where
I lose all respect for you.
Who's the second line today?
You out of your motherfucking mind?
Come on, Rebirth? New Birth? TBC?
I'm a New Orleans musician, motherfucker.
I'll play till they ain't got no gigs still standing.
Stooges going the Uptown route.
VIP Ladies comin' up from Tchoupitoulas.
But if you gonna keep on going,
you damn sure better get some breakfast and coffee in you.
Coffee, huh? Irish coffee maybe.
Hello?
L.P.?
I thought you forgot about us.
Oh, come on, now. It's like you always said,
once New Orleans gets in your blood, baby.
Oh, yeah.
What brought you back?
I'm working on the original vigilante tip.
I got some fresh info
that's good enough to bring me back for round two.
Well, welcome back.
The amazing thing is I get to the airport
and there's all these FBI guys waiting to greet me.
They took me to talk to someone
who I can only describe to you
as a ranking federal official.
Letten?
I'm not confirming anything,
but, damn it, you are so good, Toni.
- He wanted to see you? - Yeah.
Anyway, the guy just wanted to glad-hand me
and tell me that they're going after all of it.
Danziger, Glover, your case, Abreu.
- The one before the storm. - Raymond Robair?
They want all of it.
They want everything they can get.
Or so they're making it seem.
I mean, who knows? Maybe they'll push
for a consent decree on the NOPD.
I couldn't wait to tell you.
I just know that...
I know you've been banging your head against the wall for a lot longer than I have.
Yeah, so long I sort of forget I'm doing it,
which is the scariest part.
Success.
But those clubs are jazz history.
They're history, all right.
Brother, if I saw any daylight, I would tell you.
Right now the guys I'm dealing with,
they're interested in the National Jazz Center.
Anything that bumps against that has no suction.
Shrimp and grits are perfect, on the other hand.
- Thank you, Chef. - Very kind of you to say.
Still no name here, huh?
Redacted on Dauphine.
Yeah, that fucker Feeny is holding me hostage.
Amazing.
You know, Tim Feeny is one of the guys
that's bidding to open a restaurant as part of the Jazz Center.
I just saw him on a list with Besh and Link
and other usual suspects.
Well, I do hope As many as I can. a bad word.
Lunch is on me.
No, no. My tab.
Oh, I hate this. I do.
We know that.
But you don't want to walk away from that label.
Shit, we wouldn't.
Dump your pretty little ass in a heartbeat if they said so.
Look, let's keep all our scheduled gigs.
Go out strong.
Of course. To the one and only Bayou Cadillac.
♪ I ain't much on Casanova ♪
♪ Me and Romeo ain't never been friends ♪
♪ Casanova ♪
♪ Can't you see how much I really love ya ♪
♪ Casanova... ♪
So about those fiddle parts...
Yeah?
What the hell?
- Yeah! - You're a saint.
For a second there, I thought they might have come to fix that hole.
Dream on, country boy.
So, I think I should stay with the boys.
Just feels more right, you know?
Look who's here.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Hi. - Hi.
- So how is he? - In and out.
The morphine.
Hey. Come here.
Getting big, this one.
LaDonna.
A friend of your father's. Good to meet you.
Oh, right. Thank you for being there for him.
Can I go...
Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course.
He already knew you were on the way, so...
- Okay. - Go right on ahead.
You had enough?
- Me? - Yeah, you.
Going all night and all day like someone half your damn age.
- What you trying to prove? - Nothing. I'm just a player.
I just want to play.
So where you going now, player?
I'm going to get me another gig, brah.
Taxi.
Miguel. Hey, man!
Yay!
Good Lord, that is majestic.
My girl can burn, girl.
I'm not taking credit for dessert, though.
Everything up until now was all me,
but this...
this is Frank Brigtsen's recipe
for onetime use only in this setting
in honor of a certain local provocateur
having reached his fifth decade.
So this is Frank Brigtsen's recipe, eh?
Will you write it down?
I swear it will go no further than this kitchen.
No can do.
After tonight even, I'm obliged to forget what I know.
I swore on an oath.
You cold, cold bitch.
Right?
An amazing meal.
Never to be forgotten.
Thank you.
Davis, I have to ask a question
and I hope you won't take offense.
Ask away.
Well, you know we a Jan Janette.
We knew she was too good for you the first time you two went together.
- And the second. - And the third.
If you can call the on again, off again,
now you see her, now you don't thing that you two...
- We've loved you every time, my dear. - Very kind.
And the violinist Annie.
She was a doll, if you'll pardon the mention.
She is a doll. No argument.
And the one between first round Janette and second round Janette.
- What was her name? - Claudia.
- Claudia. She was pretty and talented.
We have one of her lithographs in the den, actually.
- Hmm. - All the women have been first-class, Davis.
I mean, from our window,
it has been a parade of charm
and class and beauty.
And the question is?
Gents, I am as astonished as you are.
Oh, woman.
Pop?
Pop, the music I played for you before...
I wrote it for you.
I know.
Hey.
What if we had a baby?
Davis.
Shut that piehole.
Mr. Batiste, you look rough.
Today is one of those music appreciation days, right?
Where we listen to music and you sit in the back quiet?
All right. Hey, hey.
Who up in here in this classroom
to learn how to be a professional musician?
Let me see your hands.
Who up in here want to learn how to play music professionally?
All right, then. Heed me on this.
Coca-Cola, aspirin...
and Miss Linda's beef yakamein, extra salty.
That's the Holy Trinity right there.
Years from now when this lesson
saves your little narrow behinds
from the worst hangover ever,
y'all remember who taught you how to play New Orleans music.
Yeah.
All right, now.
Pull out your charts for "Tootie Ma."
I want y'all to come up to the board
and I want to see you notate a new solo.
Each one of you. Come on, Robert, you first.
Get your lanky behind up here and do something.
There you go. All right.
Don't write so loud, now.
Hey.
You should say good-bye.
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