Treme

You know what they call my instrument, right?

Huh? Musicians, I mean.

The 'bone.

Oh, yeah, play the 'bone.

Eh, tell me something.

How'd you get a FEMA trailer so quick?

Baby, how do you think I got one so quick?

Hey, I got beignets.

Who you fucking?

- What? - I ain't playing, Antoine.

I know you fucking one of them hoes at that club.

Desiree, you're wrong.

I was hanging with the cats from the band, playing cards.

- Damn. - Don't treat me like I'm stupid

while I'm stuck out here raising your child.

Now listen, I'm on Bourbon Street for one purpose,

I don't wanna be playing in no tourist trap titty bar.

- I can't stand that gig. - Quit then.

- And do what? - Play someplace else.

They ain't got shit else out there.

I mean, half the clubs still closed, Desiree.

Boy, if it wasn't for the storm, I would've...

If it wasn't for the storm, what?

I don't know why you gotta fight all the time.

We wouldn't be living together, right?

You'd be at your place?

Me and the baby would be at my mama's? That's what you mean, right?

You... you said it.

Hey, if you don't want us around,

we can go by my mama and 'em in Memphis.

Ain't no thing.

It's up to you. You want us here?

- Yeah, I do! - You sure?

Girl...

Please.

I couldn't get through this shit without y'all.

Then you need to act like it.

I'm saying the way we do,

you ain't got reason to even think

about going nowhere else.

- Am I lying? - No no, you sure ain't.

If you ain't got nothing for me now,

I'm gonna know for sure.

Oh no, it's all good, girl.

It's... All good.

- Oh... - It better be good.

Whoo!

All right, that's enough out of you, asshole.

- Hey. - Toni, thank God!

Hey, get ready to sue somebody,

because this is some bullshit.

What happened, Davis?

A violation of my civil rights, that's what happened.

Look, all I'm doing is standing with my man Mason

in front of my house, my home, where I live. - Mm-hmm.

We're talking holding a couple of beers.

A jeep rolls up... "Louisiana National Guard".

The guy says to us, "pour those out".

I'm like, "Dude, seriously?

What part of Louisiana are you from?"

I mean, we invented the go cup.

Shit, we invented the drive-thru daiquiri shop.

They stopped you for open container?

- Look... - That ordinance isn't even on the books anymore.

You know what it really was, right?

You think the National Guard stops

if it's two white boys on the street

instead of Mason and me?

They jack you up and let the black guy walk?

That's one hell of a racial profile.

Mm, bet it wasn't Mason who yelled out,

"Go the fuck back to Fallujah."

- Are you drunk or crazy? - No, I'm pissed off.

For four months I've had an army of occupation

rolling through my neighborhood.

On the side of the jeep it says "Military Police."

So I said to him, "Do I look like the military to you, motherfucker?

You can't police me."

This town is barely hanging on.

The cops are wound tight. The guardsmen are on edge.

You can't push it, all right?

- We're the ones getting pushed. - Davis...

You do not motherfuck the National Guard.

I just want my city back.

Eggs scrambled or fried, ma?

Don't fix me anything.

How come? I got grits on.

- Ma, you know what would help me out? - Hmm?

If you could spend some time in Baton Rouge,

keep an eye on your grandkids.

Got plenty of room at the house up there.

You know I can't go to no Baton Rouge.

Just for a week or two.

Come on, you know you wanna see Randall and Alcide.

But what if David comes home and I'm not here?

How he gonna come home?

- Daymo's somewhere locked up. - Say who?

That lady lawyer?

She ain't done nothing but take us on a damn goose chase.

Mama, Toni doing what she can do.

I don't believe my son was in that jail in the first place.

Ma, you saw the picture, remember?

It could've been somebody who looked like David.

Let me fix you a plate.

You ought to eat a little bit of something.

- Baton Rouge. - Ma.

Ladonna, I don't know where your brother is,

but I do know wherever he at,

he's thinking about this house

and trying to get back to it.

And you talking about some Baton Rouge.

Now I'm gonna stay right here.

I'll be here when David come in that door.

Where you at, chief?

Hey, bro.

Lights are back on. You know that, right?

Well, some good news for a change, huh?

Obituaries, huh?

Plenty of them since the storm.

You looking for somebody special?

I heard tell a young dude took

a hell of a ass-whooping last week.

Constance Street, I heard.

They say he's still laid up at University Hospital.

It's a rough world out here.

Me, I try to live by that golden rule.

I'm gonna have to rewire all this.

That boy gonna live?

Up to God, I suppose.

Hey, you cool?

I'm gonna get it done as long as I can.

- Hold it down then, chief. - All right, bro.

- Hey, Harvey. - Janette.

What's going on? You got the check for last month, right?

I did, but I've got some bad news

and I wanted to come by and tell in person.

- Okay. - I have to put you on week to week.

Three years I've been buying meat from you.

Never late a payment but this one time.

I'm sorry, darlin'. I just can't carry you.

It's gonna have to be pay as you go, week to week.

- I'm sorry. - Hey, Harvey, do me a favor.

Don't spread it around that I'm in any trouble.

Darlin', how do you think I heard?

What do I owe?

Oh, just be thankful I've got a soft spot for musicians.

Come on, Toni, you pro bonoed my last three arrests.

I gotta pay something. Not that I have any money.

I'm sort of between jobs right now, but...

Hey, you wanna learn the guitar?

Seriously, I could do lessons.

I taught music for three years at McDonogh 15.

Yeah, until the marijuana charge anyway.

- Seriously, Toni. Come on, I owe you. - No takers on guitar.

- My daughter's learning piano actually. - There you go!

A rhythm and blues intervention.

I can give her lessons.

- You play piano too? - Some.

Does your daughter know how to play "Tipitina"?

Then how can you say that she's learning piano?

Come on, Toni.

Your child needs to get up into some fess.

How long you figure?

I think we can get it done today.

All right, then. About time.

Hey, baby.

How'd it go?

- Mm. - Uh...

- Total runaround. - What?

- He's saying they still gotta make a determination. - Determination?

If it's wind damage, they pay it one way.

If it's flood, they pay another.

- It's confusing as hell. - Shit.

Four months and them good hands people ain't close to writing a check.

But this is happening, huh?

Yeah, finally.

Hey look, I wanna take you to lunch,

but I gotta get back on the road before the kids get out of school.

- That's okay. I'll see you Sunday. - All right.

Hey, Larry?

Something else I wanna ask.

You think I could talk to your brother Bernard,

see if maybe he can find out where they got Daymo locked up?

Oh baby, Bernard doesn't have anything to do with the prisons.

But he got connections, right?

I'm getting the feeling that our lawyer's just running in circles.

Look, if I thought Bernard could help,