Treme

Come on! Hey, baby.

Oh, my God...

- That ainSt right. - Should be ten.

Price was 12, bro.

Say, bro, 1200 was for eight pieces.

And you said you was going to have Shorty kickin' it with y'all.

- Shorty gonna make it. - Yeah, well, he ain't here now.

And I seen y'all ain't got but the one 'bone out there, bro.

Now look, we already cut our price. And we now have seven to step off.

Say, baby, seven don't get you 12.

- Seven get you ten, seem to me. - Yeah, you right.

Man, look around. Look at this damn place.

Hmm, look at it.

How much water y'all get up here?

Shit, you see the line over my head.

- Six, six and a half. - Look, I feel for y'all.

But less than 200 a man? That shit ain't right.

Say, baby, if shit was right, you think we'd have

to scrape up a couple o' dozen of us to do this here?

You think we'd all be paradin' on the same day?

- Come on, bro. - Most of us wearin' last year's suits.

Last few dollars went to Meyer, baby, to pay for these fedoras.

Yeah, Meyer, you know.

- Y'all do look correct, though. - Well, we got to, baby.

- It's a tradition, man. It's a tradition. - Come on, now take it.

My man.

Ha-ha! All right, brother.

- 12, right? - Money hard to come by.

At least, that's what I hear.

Rolling us again.

Black men, mount up, baby.

Let's go get 'em.

Let's go get 'em, daddy.

Always for pleasure, baby.

- Always for pleasure. - Let's do it like we do.

See, I'm short, I know,

but if you had went down City Park Avenue and then Esplanade and St. Claude

instead of the interstate, it would've been less.

If you want to take City Park and Esplanade, then say so.

Man, I thought you knew.

You say Esplanade, I'll take you Esplanade, no problem.

Look, man, when I catch up with them

and play that parade, I'm-a have it, all right?

I'm-a find you.

I will.

- Ha-ha. Thank you, brother, I owe you. - Right. Yeah, you're right.

Oh, shit, Batiste playin' Rebirth now?

Who that?

Running late, huh, bro?

Aaah-ha-ha! What's up, bro?

What's up?

Aw, shit, look who the fuck showed up.

When the last time you saw this motherfucker play a second line?

- First thing to go is those legs, old man. - And he stole that from Tyrus.

Man, Tyrus used to play that riff to death.

Negro, if you are referring to Mr. Chapman,

the fact is he appropriated that particular musical ornamentation

from my repertoire, bro.

Damn! That how they talk at them gigs uptown?

- Yeah. - Shorty ain't gonna make it, huh?

Nah, Shorty sent me to show y'all how to play this here music.

Yeah.

That's the Sixth Ward in my 'bone, baby.

In Treme, y'all don't know nothing about that.

Oh, let's see how you sound six or seven miles from now.

Yeah, blow your horn, fool. You'll see.

Play for that money, boys. Play for that motherfuckin' money.

I thought you were hung over.

Shh.

They're doin' it. They're doin' it!

It's the first second line since the storm.

It sounds like Rebirth.

Ah! Hey! No! First shower is me!

- No, I have to get to the restaurant. - I have to get to the second line!

Whatever hot water you have in here is for me.

- Not you, me. - Fine.

Davis!

Oh. You know what? I'm this close to getting a new water heater.

Hey, do you think you could float me a loan?

Oh, good God.

Well, I'm a musician. What do you want me to say?

You're a disc jockey.

I can't believe I didn't go home last night when I had the chance.

Yeah, no cold shower for you, huh?

You are a cold shower.

Last night...not so much.

Yeah.

Well, what girl wouldn't be seduced by all this?

Seriously, Davis, this place is a shithole.

Ah!

Three of the furious five on duty and on call, I salute you!

- Hey, hey! - I thought you weren't gonna make it.

Oh! You mock me, sir.

If you persist in doing so, I will have satisfaction.

Be satisfied. It's all good.

- You satisfied now? - Aw, I'm playin' with you, dawg.

"I will have satisfaction" is like what a gentlemen says

when he wishes to duel.

You know, pistols at ten paces.

I will have satisfaction.

Ah! You say that shit, then you slap the bitch with a glove!

Bap!

Go.

Come on! Come on!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

- Uh, Jacques! - Mademoiselle Desautel.

It's so quiet. How can you work?

- Where is everyone? - Pedro's running late.

- Wardell? - Irene's.

- Ten an hour. - Dishwashing?

Damn, things are outta whack.

- What's your cousin doing? Raymond? - I could call him.

Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.

- What about Pedro? - Oh, I'm so over Pedro.

- The one I really miss is David. - Daymo!

- That's my boy. - Ah! Oysters.

See? It's gettin' better.

It's oyster season. How bad could life be?

Janette, it's half.

That's not going to get us through the night.

I could run to Dorignac's. They got crawfish.

And we could parade naked down Prytania Street too,

but I'm not gonna do it. No fucking frozen Chinese crawfish in my kitchen.

Charmaine, she should be setting up.

Fuck me.

I was about to say she called.

- And? - She's not coming in.

Fender bender on Canal. Says she was distracted.

We're all distracted.

How's your house?

Don't ask me about my house.

Never thought I'd come back to see even this much of it.

This goddamn bridge.

Gretna police standin' there with their guns out,

waiting to make us walk the hell back.

And here we are, drivin' the other way like it didn't even happen.

You don't have to stay.

Just drop me and turn around. I'll be fine.

Drop you where exactly, Daddy?

Whoo-ooh! Yeah!

Cold beer.

Nice to see you too.

Get me a shot of good whiskey, son.

Y'all hangin' out? Go get three.

- You know what I'm saying? - Give me one.

- One day with no panic attacks! - Coming back at you, man!

Man, you gotta put those stinky dogs away, man. Nobody want to smell that.

Man, I'm like to die here, fool.

Thought you could hang, huh? Thought you was gonna teach us young'uns something?

Oh, yeah. Oh, hell yeah.

That note he was looking for on the last chorus?

- The high note? - What note was that, maestro?

- What the fuck came out your horn, man? - Fuck you, man.

Was definitely a clam I heard.

Now see here. I came up flat

'cause y'all decided to end the damn parade at my ex-wife's joint.

A man can only take so much shit in his stride.

You two were married?

- A long time ago. - Man, how you let that slip away?

Let me? Shit.

I busted out of that situation.

What went wrong? He wasn't treatin' you like I would be treatin' you?

- Wanna know what went wrong? - Tell it, darlin'.

- Tell it. - I married a goddamn musician.

Ain't no way to make that shit right.

- Ooh! - Damn!

Y'all don't even know.

The explosion people heard was actually an unsecured barge

ramming into the canal wall, not dynamite.

People think there was a conspiracy to breach the levees.

To what end?

Drown 80% of the city? In whose interest was that?

Why displace so many working-class folks, black and white?

It makes no sense.

Are you saying this was a natural disaster,

- pure and simple? - A natural disaster?

- A hurricane is. - What hit the Mississippi Gulf Coast

was a natural disaster, a hurricane, pure and simple.

The flooding of New Orleans

was a man-made catastrophe,

a federal fuck-up of epic proportions,

- and decades in the making. - Daddy!

- We can edit that out, no worries. - The levees were not blown.

Not in '65 and not three months ago.

The flood protection system

built by the Army Corps of Engineers,

aka the federal government, failed.

And we've been saying for the last 40 years, since Betsy,

that it was gonna fail again unless something was done.

And guess what? It was not.