Treme s03e02 Episode Script

Saints

- Sonny - Yeah.
Baby, let's go somewhere.
I want to, but I can't.
Man, you're killing me.
It's just like high school.
It's not like high school in Amsterdam.
Mm, hold that thought.
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.
gonna spoil my day give it your best shot another hurricane is that all you've got? bon temps rouler no matter what is that all you've got? - What do you think? - Sounds good.
Good like good enough for a demo or good like that was good? Definitely good enough for a demo.
Come on, Don, that's like good enough for government work.
Hey, guys? Guys? Let's do one more, darlin'.
All right.
Gig on Halloween, so I wanna email blast the world an mp3 tonight.
Once we got this, give me one hour.
Perfect! Digital, man.
I love it.
Hey, Don, Davis, let's go.
Allons.
Whenever you're ready, baby.
- Anthony.
- Happy Halloween.
- This is a weird one.
- Lieutenant Colson.
You smell that? - Like gasoline? - The place is soaked in it.
Should've gone up like a Roman candle.
Must be 120 in here.
Yeah, trying to air the place out, Lieutenant.
Oven was left on at like 475, going like a blast furnace.
- On when you got here? - Roommate turned it off when he came in this morning about 6:00.
- Roommate called it in? - He's on the back porch.
Show me the body first.
Jay Cardella, hair dresser, beauty parlor, elysian fields and royal.
Blunt force trauma, obviously.
Beat him up pretty good.
- Weapon? - Nope, not so far.
You talk to the roommate yet? Finchy's taking his statement now.
- You like him for it? - Maybe.
Lover's quarrel or maybe a little rough trade.
You know, a piece of strange that went bad.
You're assuming it was a gay thing.
Oh, this was definitely a gay thing.
Well, because he worked at a beauty parlor? And because it's the marigny.
I mean, look at this place.
All right, take it to the bridge.
Yeah.
All right, all right.
Hold it, hold it.
Hold it, hold it.
Jennifer, you sound good, girl.
Got that real New Orleans feeling in that riff.
- Thank you, Mr.
Batiste.
- Oh, yeah, but not here, all right? That kind of improvising-- this is not the place.
This here is about playing in unison.
- I'm sorry.
I just felt it, you know? - Oh, I understand.
And when the time comes, you can let that rip, okay? All right, from the top.
And one, two, three, four.
Mr.
Batiste, Mr.
Batiste, they're fighting.
They're fighting.
What's going on? Hold on! Whoa, whoa! Huh-uh, huh-uh.
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, fool, huh-uh.
Get off.
Huh-uh.
Get up.
Get up.
Get up.
Get up.
Hey, no.
Come on, man.
Come on! gently Milton.
- That was off the hook.
- Thank you.
Happy Halloween, y'all.
Stick with us.
At the top of the hour-- Morgus the Magnificent live in the studio.
If you're just joining us, it was another local legend, John Boutte, doing a tune called "Milton.
" John's in the studio with us.
Hey, the Milton in question-- it's Milton Berle, right? Milton Nascimento, the great Brazilian musician.
Wow, John, I'm pulling your leg.
So I can't believe that hasn't been released.
We cut that from my CD "At the Foot of Canal Street," but didn't use it.
I'm thinking about maybe remastering that record, putting "Milton" on that as a bonus track.
Yeah, okay.
When are you gonna do that? Next year, the year after next.
Who knows? I've got other stuff to finish first.
That's fantastic.
I have a few big projects of my own in the works-- a major opus that I'm writing myself, an opera.
- An opera? - Mm-hmm, yeah.
- Like Verdi, you know? - Verti? That's a great idea.
Verti Marte is such an iconic New Orleans landmark.
Um, no.
Like the Verdi, the great Italian composer? Davis, I know who Verdi is.
Of course you do.
I had you going, though, didn't I? - Yep.
Okay.
- So about this opus thing.
Yeah, it's gonna be huge.
I'm recruiting all of the living legends of Louisiana music for this project-- fats, Mac, you I'm flattered, but as I said, I'm busy for the next few years.
Really? The people have no objection to a continuance, your honor.
How much longer you think? I think we're almost next.
Almost? As we're coming up on the Thanksgiving holiday, miss Dufossat, would early December suit you? I think it would, your honor.
Perhaps I spoke too soon.
First week of January, Monday the 7th? That would be fine, your honor.
Terry.
To what do I owe the honor? Sorry to bother you.
I didn't want to leave a message on your voicemail.
- Jay Cardella.
- What about him? He was murdered last night.
Oh, my God, no.
Your name was in his appointment book.
It'll be in the paper tomorrow, so I wanted to tell you first.
He was beaten to death in his home.
Oh, sweet Jesus, that's awful.
- He was a friend? - I've known him for years.
Everybody loved Jay.
Everybody.
Was he the type to bring the wrong guy home? - Is that what you think it was? - Well, we.
.
I don't.
.
we don't know anything yet.
He had a long-time partner.
Jim something.
They broke up last summer.
Well, we're-- we're talking to the roommate, looking for the ex-boyfriend.
So if you have any other thoughts, you just give me a call.
Happy Halloween! It is such a privilege to be here tonight opening for Quintron and Miss Pussycat! Yeah! This week we are Annie Tee and her Bayou Cadillac.
Hope you like it.
Well, you've heard of white lightning heard of Mountain Dew moonshine, whiskey, and corn squeezings, too down in appaloosas, that's louisian for stuff of that sort I know just the man he's got a little white house on the edge of town empty liquor bottles just scattered around he'll fire it up and fill 'em one at a time under his car port where the sun don't shine so if you see me at a party on Friday night just pickin' and a-grinnin' and a-feelin' all right chances are my back pocket's got a little thirst aide it comes from appaloosas and it's made in the shade Nice night.
Yeah.
How'd it go today? They set a trial date? They did not.
They set a date to set a date.
When do you have to go back? Oh, sometime at the beginning of the year.
I feel like this is never gonna be over.
You could, you know, finish unpacking.
I know, right? I've been busy.
Record coming out, back and forth to New York, working at my dad's.
Well, I can help you hang pictures, you know, get settled.
Relax, I'm not trying to move in.
Okay.
You happy to be home? Right now.
This moment.
I'm happy you're home.
You are? Oh, yeah.
You told me that when the time was right, I'd find somebody, you remember? I think I'm ready.
I do.
I need a manager.
That demo song-- that yours? My friend Harley started it.
He passed last spring.
I finished it.
He's got some other unfinished stuff I'm working on.
- Finish them.
- I will.
I-- I am.
I know you live in crystal and it's really, really far we heard it through the pike that your ship has hit a wall no more excuses You gotta gig more.
I'll get you some dates in Austin, spread the word a little-- San Antone, Lake Charles, Mobile, Houston.
Aim for south by southwest next spring.
That'd be awesome.
Everyone's invited to this bitchin' carnival! I can't say this enough, though-- You gotta keep writing which is hard if you're gigging all the time.
You gotta have original material.
I don't have a problem with that.
I can write in a hotel room.
Where do I sign? Everyone's invited now to get down and crawl! Handshake now, papers later.
Hey, hey hey, hey, hey - hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Yeah! You gotta see somebody about that cough, daddy.
I'm glad I got you to nag me to death now that your mama's gone.
They can't come back to class after Thanksgiving? No.
That means they miss the whole first semester.
Means they won't be ready to march Mardi Gras.
Correct.
This is not their first fight.
It's the first one I've seen.
This is the third since September.
I had to beg the principal this time not to expel them both flat out.
Damn.
What is this about? Charles's older brother witnessed a shooting.
It's gotten around maybe he talked to the police.
Devon called Charles's brother a snitch.
Exactly.
Man, I didn't know.
I had no idea.
This room is a safe haven, as it should be.
But sometimes we lose track of what goes on outside this room with these kids.
The storm brought out the best in people and the worst.
I saw shit I hope I never see again.
A lot of those stories turned out to be untrue, though.
All that stuff about the convention center and Superdome-- Yeah, well, now they're saying nobody got raped or jacked or killed or nothing during the storm.
You know that ain't true neither.
What about the West Bank? TV cameras didn't make it over here.
Just about everybody over here got hit-- Oakwood mall, Sears and them, all up and down here.
General Meyer, General de Gaulle.
- How'd you do? - Man, pssh, cleaned me out.
Did you hear any stories about the point? Yeah.
I heard they was forming up posses over there, talking about shooting anybody come in the neighborhood they didn't know, especially us.
- Did they? Shoot anybody.
- I heard they did.
Some brother who live over there.
Guess they didn't recognize him in the dark.
- You believe it? - The point's white.
- Neighborhood alls around it is black.
- Right.
Rumors fly, people scared, everybody got a gun.
- But you don't know for sure? - I know, but I don't know.
You know what I'm saying? - All right, well, thank you for your time, sir.
- Yeah.
Look here, I did hear about something happen at a strip mall over here off General de Gaulle.
A store owner shot a looter, something like that.
Homicide.
Fletcher speaking.
How can I help you? Got a meeting with the DA on Thursday.
Yeah.
Evidence analysis on Wednesday, 3:00.
Yeah, as far as I know, Chief Riley's gonna be there.
Yeah.
What? Apparently, Calderon and them overlooked some evidence.
The family found the smoke alarm stashed behind the couch.
- Aw, fuck.
They touch it? - Nope.
Left it right where they found it.
Says they're blood on it and maybe what looks like a thumbprint.
I can run by there and pick it up later this evening.
Well, what the fuck is Calderon doing? He can't get to it till tomorrow.
He's got a detail.
Yeah, I know.
All right, well, maybe there's a usable print.
Maybe there's DNA.
Maybe we can convince the new DA not to toss the case just because we fucked the evidence collection and the chain of custody.
At least we got a fighting chance.
Eddie Jordan would've kicked this sucker soon as he heard about the smoke alarm.
Fucking Eddie.
Maybe now we'll actually convict us some motherfuckers.
Probably not this motherfucker, but see what you can do.
But then-- then I run into Toby and simply on Frenchmen Street, so we have to go see Morning 40 at DBA.
- Davis.
- And, you know, it's de rigueur.
- It's a Halloween tradition.
- Davis, it's okay, really.
All right.
Well, how'd it go? Quintron and Miss Pussycat were awesome.
Always.
Marvin Frey was there, the manager.
Shawn Colvin's friend from Austin.
It was the demo.
He heard the demo.
He heard the demo and drove down from Austin just to see you! I told you that that was a stroke of genius.
Actually, he was already in town to see Quintron and Miss Pussycat.
But, yeah, he liked the demo.
He liked it? Or did he-- did he like it? He wants to represent us.
That's great! That's great.
But, you know, the history of New Orleans music is replete with tales of egregious managerial malfeasance.
I know.
I've heard all the stories.
I haven't signed a contract yet.
All right, don't, not until I read it first.
- Oh.
- Did he hit on you? Kind of, not really.
Great! What does that mean? It's hard to explain.
You'd have to be a girl.
I mean, it's not overt, you know.
It's just always there.
The way he looks at you.
I can handle it.
He's just kind of, like, oozy.
Oozy might be good in a manager.
You think? she made gris-gris - she made it - With an old ram horn - an old horn - Stuck with feathers and shuck from a corn a big, black candle Come in, Jennifer.
Come in.
I was passing.
I heard the music.
Come on in.
Come in.
Hey, Marie Laveau - hey, Marie Laveau - That's Papa Celestin.
You like it? Yeah.
He from here? Oh, yeah.
Where else? One of my favorites.
Listen.
Sad news got out one mornin' at the dawn of day I love it when the band comes in on the vocals.
They used to do that a lot in the old days-- Papa, Fats Waller.
Yeah, always cracks me up.
Call and response? Yeah, that's right.
The lead sings oh, Marie Laveau Then the guys in the band go Marie Laveau yes, Marie Laveau You sing.
Hey, Marie Laveau folks still believe in the voodoo queen way down yonder in New Orleans.
That's it.
Blight is Noah's number one concern.
It affects quality of life, property values, neighborhood stabilization.
The fact is that we don't have enough people - for the buildings that we have.
- Please.
Every neighborhood in this city has lost population since the storm, especially African Americans, the elderly, and families with children.
We have too much housing stock.
Really? That's good news because we got hundreds of people living underneath the expressway and camped out on Duncan Plaza right across from city hall.
The Mayor can see it from his office.
And the city and the corps of engineers shouldn't be knocking down houses of people who want to come back and haven't had a chance to fix them.
- Ma'am-- - Or giving Noah remediation contracts to contractors who aren't doing the work.
Half a dozen empty houses in my neighborhood-- Noah signs on them and no work's been done-- none.
What the city is trying to do is put together a database of all the unoccupied houses and then identify the ones that are blighted-- Just wanna let you folks know we have our special Southern dinner tonight.
Here you are.
Enjoy.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were stalking me.
- Janette Desautel.
- I know.
Tim Feeny.
Feeny-- that's that steakhouse in Metairie, right? My New Orleans flagship is on Poydras in the CBD-- Tim's.
- Tim's-- I know where that is.
- Ever eat there? I'm sorry, I don't think I've eaten in any of your restaurants.
Well, I'd be shocked if you had.
I used to go to your place on Laurel Street all the time.
- Oh, really? - You were always great.
But now, a whole 'nother level.
Oh, come on.
I own a lot of restaurants, chef, restaurants you'd never go to and wouldn't like if you did.
But they're successful.
I'm sure they are.
I'm looking to do something different.
I want to open a great restaurant with a great chef.
And to be perfectly honest, I'd like that chef to be you.
I'll tell you the same thing I told the last guy-- I appreciate the interest, Mr.
Feeny, I do, but I'm happy here.
Would you just give it some thought? I want to do something great in New Orleans.
Remember New Orleans? Every day.
Think about it.
I'll think about thinking about it.
You know, I met this one contractor, a lady from Florida-- Loretta Mortenson.
Racked up a ton of Noah jobs.
How'd she get them? Maybe she's a friend of Stacey's.
Stacey Jackson? Runs Noah? - You know how many she's got? - Impossible to tell.
There's no paper on who's got what properties.
No written contracts? No permits? Nope.
Handshake and a smile.
This town-- you can't make it up.
The Noah program, it's federal money, but the people getting that money have to be connected locally.
Yeah, right.
Every single minute of every single day you wonder are you doing right you wonder should you stay 'cause everything is broken, all the lines are down confusion rides down every street there's rumors all around media is black and white politicians whine everything is broken except the long, black line everywhere you look, everywhere you go you read it like a book, it's the only way to know how high the water got August 29 that hurricane last summer left a long, black line the long, black line the long, black line.
Hey, man, thanks.
Thank you.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey, Sonny, man.
- You got a haircut.
- Yeah.
Working on a shrimp boat out of Chalmette.
- No shit.
- Yeah.
Heard about the disciples.
The apostles.
Yeah.
What you gonna do? You still on the street? You busking? I'm now appearing in my living room.
Huh.
The lightnin' is looking for somebody.
- Rhythm? - No, keyboards.
Say, tomorrow night, I was thinking of maybe going to the hall.
- You trying to get on at the hall? - Pssh, I wish.
It's a closed shop there.
A couple of my students, they're showing interest in trad jazz.
I was thinking about taking them.
That's so nice of you, Antoine.
You are a good teacher.
- I knew you would be.
- Yeah, you wanna come with? - The hall? - Uh-huh.
Hell no, but you go, have fun.
The thing is they're girls.
I think they'd feel more comfortable if you were there, too.
The hall? You ain't never been there.
It ain't what you think.
Sound like a snooze to me.
Hmm, you'll see.
Robinette, my friend, que pasa? Ca va bien.
C'est bon.
When Mortenson took you around, she showed you a few places, told you to pick one and put lipstick on it? - Yeah.
- I need the addresses.
Come on to my truck.
High cotton, bro.
High cotton.
Yeah, man.
True that.
Sorry, sir, I don't see your name.
- Antoine Batiste? - Nope.
Aw, damn.
Hang on.
- Antoine? - Ladonna, my name ain't on the list.
You're shitting me.
- Oh, no, I shit you not.
Yeah.
- All right.
All right, I'm gonna take care of this.
- Thanks, baby.
I-- Fucking bitch! - Hello? - Victorine, it's Ladonna.
I'm so sorry to bother you.
You must be so, so busy.
No, no, not at all.
There seems to be some confusion at the gatehouse.
Did you happen to remember to leave the boys' father's name-- Antoine Batiste? Of course I did.
I am so sorry.
I will call them right now.
Thank you.
Wow, must be nice, live on a golf course.
- You play? - Fore! - Do it look like I play? - No.
I play.
I'd love to play that bitch That one, too.
- Hello.
Antoine? - No, ma'am.
Cornell, Cornell Williams.
I'm just his ride.
I'm so sorry.
Victorine.
Antoine.
So nice to finally meet you.
Come on in.
- Thank you much.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
You know, actually, we have met a number of times.
We have? I'm sorry.
I don't recall.
Bunch club, young men of Illinois.
You belong to those organizations? Hmm.
No.
No, no.
I'm a musician.
I play the carnival balls on occasion.
Well, one meets so many people at carnival.
The boys are upstairs in their room, studying.
Would you like a glass of lemonade, Mr.
Williams? Don't mind if I do.
You're not related to my husband, are you? - The judge? I don't believe so.
- Yes.
It's a common name, Williams and all, you know? Isn't it? Hey! Ha ha! Daddy! - Dad.
- All right.
Oh! I'm glad to see you, too.
Man, it's been a long time.
Let me look at you.
You're still growing.
How you doing, little man? How's school? - It's good.
- All right.
Hey, listen, I wanted to follow up on what we talked about last carnival.
You know, when we were watching the marching bands? Lessons-- music lessons.
Learning an instrument.
I wanna get that started now that y'all are back.
Are you gonna teach us? That depends.
You thinking of playing trombone? Not really.
Yeah, it's probably better you get somebody else to teach you first.
What about you, little man? Drums? You always bangin' on shit.
Shit, I don't know.
Y'all do want lessons, right? - I wanna take tennis lessons.
- Tennis? Yeah.
Mom said I should ask you if you'd pay for those.
Aw, sure, okay.
But no instruments, huh? I mean, now that y'all are at St.
Aug, it's a golden opportunity.
All right, well, what about you? Are you interested in music lessons? - Yeah.
- Great.
Ha ha.
I wanna be a DJ.
- A DJ, huh? - Yeah.
I'm gonna need a mixer, maybe a turntable.
Yeah.
What you've got, Albert, is chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.
Years of plaster dust and whatever else we've been breathing since the storm-- Mold, heavy metals, God knows what.
I've been plastering since I was 17.
It never bothered me before.
I'm going to give you some breathing exercises and prescribe an inhaler.
This gonna fix it? The damage is done, but you can prevent it from getting worse.
- Start wearing a mask at work.
- All right.
Blood pressure's borderline.
Cholesterol-- it could be lower.
I'll call you when the rest of the bloodwork gets back.
This is a tough table.
I'm impressed.
- Perseverence-- something I'm known for.
- I can tell.
This is very good, very smart.
Brighton beets, schaefer-- yum.
- Tim, how is everything? - Fantastic.
It's so good.
It's really delicious.
The whole-roasted cauliflower-- love it.
Mario Carbone, Rich Torrisi, Janette Desautel.
- It's nice to meet you both.
- Nice to meet you.
I hear this guy's trying to steal you from Dave.
He's trying.
She likes working for Chang.
Go figure.
- Great to see you, Tim.
- You, too.
- Nice to meet you.
Enjoy, guys.
- Thank you.
We are.
Now I'm impressed.
Look at this place-- packed every night.
Much loved by critics, by customers.
And you know why? Because from day one, these guys did whatever the fuck they wanted.
They didn't give a shit what the market told them to cook.
They figured out who they were, what they were good at, what they wanted to do, and they did that.
Which is where I'm going with this.
Who are you? I think you've been telling us at lucky peach with your food.
Look, you miss home? - Of course I miss it.
- So come home.
You're ready.
Your name on the door, your kitchen, your menu.
I just don't know if I wanna go through it all again, being the boss.
This time you'll have a partner.
You won't have to deal with the bullshit-- Permits, insurance, inspectors.
The bullshit-- that's my job.
What am I supposed to tell the boys? - Nothing.
- Excuse me? I'm their mother.
I'll tell them.
What are you gonna tell them? The truth-- That I cannot stay under the same roof as your brother and his wife, not one more night.
The insults, the looks, the constant criticism of the boys-- - I've had it.
- Ladonna, you just-- - And you can tell them that I will pick them up every morning and take them to school-- You're gonna run back and forth like that? It's just temporary until we get our own place.
And I'm gonna tell them that, too.
Tootie ma was a big, fine thing hoo-nah-hey, I swing that day tootie ma was a big, fine thing hoo-nah-hey, I swing that day finest gal you ever saw done some things against the law drove my ma from my pa I'm gonna knock on her door - Yeah.
Oh, yes.
- Yeah.
Swing for me on Mardi Gras day hoo-nah-hey, I swing that day swing for me on Mardi Gras day hoo-nah-hey, I swing that day I'm gonna knock on her door All right.
Thank you for dinner.
It really was-- it was fabulous.
Come see the place.
It's fucking magnificent.
Refurbished in 2005 right before the flood.
- Where is it? - Downtown edge of the Garden district on the Avenue-- big windows, watch the streetcars roll by under the live oak trees.
Sounds nice.
Listen, at least come down and take a look at the space before you say no.
Interested? Might be.
Know the owner? sss It's nice job on the rehab.
Those kids worked their tails off.
Just finished painting the trim last week.
- Kids? - Some church group out of Milwaukee.
God bless them.
What about that sign-- Noah? Somebody put that up after they left.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You wanna grab a bite? - Sure.
Let's, um-- let's go into town.
Frenchmen Street.
Adolfo's.
- Adolfo's? - Yeah, I'm sick of Dong Phuong.
And I love your family, but I'd like to go out.
We could go to the West Bank.
Pho tau bay.
Not vietnamese, please? What's wrong with Adolfo's? It's so garlicky.
Too much garlic? Babe, you eat fish sauce every day.
I'll buy you altoids.
I don't know.
Then we'll go over to the spotted cat and catch a set, and I'll have you home before midnight.
Come on, you're an adult.
Linh, if I have to listen to any more karaoke, I'm gonna commit hara-kiri.
Okay.
Great.
Let me go ask my dad.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
That's one we wrote for the great jazz master Elvin Jones, "The Lone Warrior.
" I'm Delfeayo Marsalis and we are the Uptown Jazz Orchestra.
Let's give it up for brother Delmond Lambreaux sitting in on trumpet.
Right now, we're gonna throw y'all up in that briar patch with a little "Brer Rabbit.
" You do like to meet in bars.
You're getting Noah money to remediate these properties.
Where did you get these addresses? I was curious to see how they were coming, so I checked them out.
First one's a vacant lot.
Second one's been completely rehabbed by an episcopalian church group out of Milwaukee.
Then there's the last one on rocheblave.
You did a half-assed crap remediation on just for show in case somebody ever wanted to know where the money went.
Buy you a drink? - Well? - Well, what? You know what I'm fuckin' talking about.
When you leaving, gator? I'm not.
It's a matter of when, not if.
I'm having a really hard time deciding if I even wanna go down and look at the space, but I also feel like I'm hiding out, like I'm avoiding, I don't know, something.
Getting on with my life, maybe.
What do you think of that guy? He's an asshole.
But they're all assholes.
I'm an asshole.
Who fuckin' knows? What do you think? He took me to Torrisi.
That kind of showed me something I think.
I hope.
Don't be a putz.
You gotta go down there and check it out.
I guess.
Just be sure you can live with this guy as your partner, 'cause that's a fuckin' marriage.
I've never been married.
Just fuckin' go.
Check it out at least.
I don't care what they say about you-- I think you're swell.
I guess I'll do for myself it's gonna get done I just want a man to love me well, it's a cry for love in the morning it's done I just want a man to love me in the battle with a man the wrong's always wrong they always throw their cards down before the dealin' gets done I guess I'll do for myself and hope someday he'll come and be the man that's gonna love me.
- She's great, huh? - Yes, she is.
Also, great tattoo.
Yeah, great tattoos.
This about where they flagged me down - Right.
- A man and a woman.
A guy lying in the street, so I stop to help.
They tell you what happened to him? They said his brother and a friend had went up to the strip mall looking for necessities.
Somebody shot him in the chest.
The guy who got shot-- did they tell you his name? King.
Brother said his name was king.
So we get him in the back seat and take off, me and his brother.
He's bleeding bad and I don't think he's gonna make it to West Jeff, so - I drive to the school.
Right.
- The hospital? So I drive to the school about half a mile from here.
Cops are set up there.
I think maybe they can do something for him.
Did they? No, man, they did not.
Fill those out.
We're in the remediation business now.
We are? Courtesy of New Orleans Affordable Homeownership.
So how'd this happen? Your lady boss, Mortenson-- Well, she had to hook me up, introduce me to the right people.
"Robinette Hidalgo Housing, LLC"? Giving you top billing, brother.
So what, we doing it her way? Oh, no.
The difference between us and her-- We're actually gonna do the work.
See, that's the thing with these people.
You don't have to game the system.
It's already gamed for you.
You just gotta know the rules.
Ha! Cops everywhere.
SWAT.
We jumped out and said, "man needs help.
" They were all over us, calling us looters.
Throwed us on the ground, searched my car.
Didn't find nothing.
Handcuffed us anyway.
And then they commenced to beating on us.
Somebody hit me in the side of my face with a rifle butt.
Thought they were gonna kill us for sure.
And all this is going on, King's still in the back seat? Bleeding to death.
Then a cop I don't see who jumps in my car and drives off.
- Taking him to West Jeff? - I don't really know.
Some of the cops were saying he was already dead.
What happened to the two of you? This lady cop comes over, kind of calms everybody down.
They cut us loose.
I'd like to take a look at your car.
Did you get it back? About a month later, two Homeland Security agents come to my door, tell me they found my car on The Batture.
What's The Vatture? Other side of the Levee, between the Levee and the river, hidden in trees, burned to a crisp.
Your car? Why would somebody do that-- burn your car? Don't know.
Crazy, huh? Yeah.
Crazy.
- Finally getting to it, huh? - Yeah.
Well, they call up the band we're going to Amsterdam gonna call up the band we're going to Amsterdam well, the gang on the left, they wanna know who I am they call me guitar lightnin' in downtown New Orleans they call me guitar lightnin' in downtown New Orleans I got a pretty little thing we call her the creole queen well, call up the band we're going to Amsterdam "Fourth-degree burns, charred remains.
Rib fractures, minute fragments of metal.
Shot in the chest, maybe.
" "Undetermined.
" Minyard, my man.
Henry Glover.
Not King.
Glover.
boy, it's time to get to work Yeah, come on now.
Play that.
I want you to feed them chickens so they can do the chicken dance Chicken dance! Go ahead, pops.
Hi! Antonio Banderas! Miss Ladee! I see you got some live music up in here finally.
Yeah.
Where your cousin at? - He's back in Texas.
- what? No work? Plenty of work.
He just got tired of being a walking ATM.
- Get held up three times.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah, I know it's terrible out there right now.
What you all having? - Bud for me.
- Why not? You got it.
Thank you now.
- They're good.
- Yeah, they are.
And no, I'm not gonna dance with you.
Come on! Miss Ladee.
What's your name again? - Nelson.
- Nelson.
Right back.
What? What he want? the city about the noise.
Give him 10.
- What was that about? - Community relations.
He said my lungs are scarred.
What you supposed to do about it? He wrote me an inhaler.
- You get it filled? - Not yet.
What else? He wants me to wear a mask.
- You gonna do that? - Yeah.
That it? He gave me some breathing exercises.
I know you ain't doing them.
What else? He wants me to lay off the fried food.
My cholesterol's too high.
You gonna do that? You gonna watch your diet? Son, two things make life worth living-- Fried food is one of them.
Don't tell me.
I already know.
You know what, I'm gonna get the singin' started.
You catch your breath.
All right, go ahead.
Hey, y'all.
That's what I'm talking about.
Hey, give me a double.
Hey, y'all.
What up, brother? Hey, can you turn that off for me? Sure, baby.
Mighty cooty fiyo Mighty cooty fiyo Indian red Indian red here come my big chief big chief big chief of the nation - whole wide - The whole, wild creation - he won't bow down - No, he won't bow down - on that dirty ground - On the dirty ground because I love to hear you call my Indian red oh, jockamo feeno hi-oh hi-oh - in the morning - Hi-oh hi-oh hi-oh - in the evening - Hi-oh hi-oh hi-oh - all day long - Hi-oh hi-oh hi-oh oh, my Indian red oh, my Indian red oh, my Indian red oh, my Indian red Because I love to hear you call my Indian red.
Fay-oh!