Shit.
We're talking to the Krewe of Endymion,
joined now by Kevin Costner, actor extraordinaire.
And before we ask the first question,
I just have to tell you that in my little hot hands,
I have not one, but two tickets... wow...
to the Krewe of Endymion's
Endymion Extravaganza in the Superdome.
So if you want them, start calling right now.
- And, Don... - Okay, Monica has given me
the first question here, Kevin.
And I'm gonna make this real easy
for you in New Orleans, the people in this area.
Who do you like in the BCS, Ohio State or LSU?
Whoa.
Fuck you!
Oh, no.
No, no, no!
Come on, come on, come on.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Jesus, come on. Fuck.
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
You fuckin' Irish bastard!
Oh, sh...
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Davis, you are out of your motherfuckin' mind, daddy-o.
Et tu, Brute?
No. I mean, you know, it's so fuckin' retarded,
it might actually be brilliant.
- I really can't tell. - It's a thin line
between genius and stupidity.
"Spinal tap."
That movie was truth, dude.
Hey, man, you know, some of this stuff is funny.
Some of it's sad. Some of it's angry.
Some of it's even good.
"The new ninth ward"?
- Davis, man. - I see Irma doing that one.
You got Irma?
But I'm working on it.
Uh-huh. And who else?
Robert Parker, Frogman, Frankie Ford, Al Johnson...
I mean, every one of the Greats that's still standing.
And you're gonna stage this opera?
Well, first, we gotta get it on record.
Right now I got my aunt's backing
to put out a single disc of the best tracks.
She's even agreed to forgo the label's cut
so that we can deliver some of this cash money
to these old heads that have never seen a dime.
- Ah, that's a beautiful thing, baby. - Yeah.
The thing is...
I need some big numbers, some anthems,
you know, some 11:00 numbers.
And after all this writing and arranging,
I'm just kind of burnt.
So...
You wanna write together?
Oh, I'd be honored.
You think you got another "Foot of canal street" In you?
Okay.
- Yes! All right. - Yeah.
Okay.
Huh.
Yeah, no.
That was... that was a bad start.
Do over.
Pretty.
And...
Ah, yeah, yeah.
Attaboy, girls.
I can tell you didn't practice on your own, though.
You came in here without the melody in your head
until you got with Cherise.
Took me a bit to get the hang of it.
Yeah, well, you got there.
- Going again, one more time. - I gotta go, Mr. Batiste.
I need to give my brother his lunch money.
Well, when you get home, I
want you to play this with your eyes closed, hear?
Don't look at the music.
I want you to play with your whole body,
not just your fingers and your eyes.
- Not my fingers? - That's right.
Why do you think musicians
are always wearing sunglasses on stage?
- 'Cause they high? - No.
So they can't see their fingers and their eyes.
Nobody can see their own eyes.
- Musicians can. - Bye, Mr. Batiste.
Okay, now see here is where the music changes.
This is a ballad. It's a story song.
Words and music coming together.
And the music actually kind of helps to tell the story.
See what I mean? Huh?
The great ones, they hear it all in their head
at the same time and put it together.
All right, now how do the lyrics
tell you how to phrase the song?
How do the words tell you how to play?
Go ahead, girl. Don't be shy.
Chemotherapy produces a fall in the number of blood cells.
There'll be significant hair loss
within two to three weeks of the first treatment.
You'll experience all the routine side effects...
constipation, fatigue, nausea, vomiting...
but that is temporary.
- How temporary? - It's difficult to predict.
Between sessions of chemo, you'll gradually feel better.
Then it's time for another one, huh?
I'll make your appointment with the outpatient chemo clinic.
After that, you can reschedule with them directly.
Not before Mardi Gras.
Mr. Lambreaux, we need to be aggressive with your treatment.
Ash Wednesday or later.
I'm not arguing with you, doc.
I'm a chief.
- I know. - You know?
I'm saying she can't read, not she can't read music.
I'm saying she can't read her damn ABCs.
She plays by ear, I know.
As far as coping mechanisms go, she's doing pretty damn well.
But she can't read.
How does a kid get to the
seventh grade and not learn how to read?
She's not the first.
Believe me, she won't be the last.
Does the school know? Jesus, lord.
Ain't anybody gonna do nothing about it?
I can't speak to her other classes, Antoine.
But the only reason she's still coming to school
is because of band.
We take that away,
we're likely to lose her altogether.
But she needs...
Look, head down to the front office.
Talk to the vice principal.
But she ain't gonna tell you what you hope to hear, Antoine.
And you witnessed all
that on or about the same evening, Mr. Geary?
I did.
Wilson whipped that boy's ass.
Cuffed him to a light pole,
went in the bar and had a drink,
then came out and whipped the boy's ass some more.
Did you make any attempt to notify any authorities
about what you had seen?
Anyone from the police department?
You know the N.O.P.D. Wouldn't have done a damn thing
other than come after me for
making a complaint on one of their officers.
Shit.
If you can stay just a little longer,
I'll have my assistant get
on the computer and type up your statement.
If you can read it back and sign it,
I'll be able to run you home.
- You mind? - Okay.
Mr. Geary, I wanna thank you for calling on the ad.
And I promise we won't make anything public
unless I've got half a dozen documented complaints
against officer Wilson.
Ma'am, you do what you have to do.
You know, I did one tour in Afghanistan, a tour in Iraq.
What the hell that asshole
gonna show me that I ain't already seen, right?
You don't recall any case like that?
Well, let me ask you, doctor, were there any cases
that you did handle down here
in which the ruling on manner of death gave you any concern?
Nada.
I have depositions for paying clients this afternoon,
but if you still have calls to make tomorrow,
I'll split them with you.
Thanks, but I'm pretty much down to the last clips.
Looks to be a waste of three weeks, to be honest.
- Well, it was a good idea in theory. - In theory, yeah.
Yes, sir, I understand.
And did anyone else from your office
come to New Orleans that fall or was it just you?
She came to us with a profound learning disability,
one that wasn't addressed at any point.
They just passed her along?
We've spoken to her mother in great detail,
urged her to consider a school with more resources.
Y'all can't get her what she needs here?
- R.S.D.? - Uh-huh.
Not even close.
Special needs students
require resources that don't exist anymore.
So what are we saying here?
Jennifer's coming to school,
she isn't a disciplinary problem,
and she enjoys band class a great deal.
Aw. It's as good as it gets, huh?
Would you rather have her leave school entirely?
- We're doing what's possible.
- Then let's get her somewhere else,
somewhere that can help.
Well, for that, her mother would have to assert herself
at one of the charter schools.
And getting a special needs student into one of the charters...
Well, that's problematic for other reasons.
As for undocumented workers, our policy is very clear...
no one without a verifiable and valid social security card
will be allowed to work in this restaurant at any time.
Full documentation must be provided
before any kitchen worker or server clocks in.
But post-Katrina I was short on help.
I put the word out.
I found a group of Mexican guys up in Mississippi
who were willing and able,
brought them down here on a bus, and they worked out fine.
And, yeah, their social security cards didn't match their names,
but those guys saved my ass.
No illegals. No exceptions.
This is just one of a group of restaurants.
There's more at stake here than just your place.
The immigration police come around now
a lot more often than they did just after Katrina,
and we can't afford to get tangled up in that.
I get it. I do.
City park ain't too far from here.
- Streetcar's on Carrollton. - Starting up again in may.
- Streetcar? - Yeah.
You can ride that downtown anytime you feel an itch.
Um, the streetcar was okay a couple of years ago,
but now I don't know.
What you mean?
Well, I'm gonna be getting a car-car soon enough, right?
Just sayin'.
You're gonna be getting an ass-whupping pretty soon,
you don't catch up to that attitude of yours.
Just sayin'.
Let's move on, then, to the issue of termination.
How do we terminate?
Let's say we're unhappy with an employee's performance.
Well, we need to communicate that with the employee.
We need to let them know and, of course,
keep a record of that communication...
What it's about, the way they're doing their job
that we... you are displeased with.
First, you give them a verbal caution.
The second time, it becomes a written warning.
And then, finally, the formal termination.
And there's a form, of course, that you'll fill out.
Okay, so if somebody's giving me lip,
if somebody's talking shit, I'm getting backtalk
or I don't like somebody's attitude,
I can't just say, "Hit the bricks"?
Well, it is your kitchen, chef,
but the Tim Feeny restaurant group
will be responsible for your decision
should that employee seek legal redress.
So generally, I would advise against summary dismissals.
Now then, in your packets you'll find the two forms
that we use for written notifications.
Same problem as last time.
Which is?
Davis, darling, these are all wonderful people
you have on these songs, but outside of New Orleans...
What? Robert Parker?
"Barefootin'"? Frogman?
All these guys had careers that went national.
But we need more presence,
something that'll take distribution to the next level.
What Mannie Fresh did for the hip-hop sampler.
Oh, dare to dream, Davis.
Dare to dream.
Which brings me to another topic... sexual harassment.
As a woman, chef, surely you know
what it can be like for a female in the workplace.
We want to be very careful and watchful
about our behaviors and our language.
We need to communicate what is acceptable and not acceptable
in the way that we speak to one another.
Okay, having reached the two-hour mark
on the Feeny group policies and practices,
I gotta go off.
I mean, I got real work I gotta do.
- Chef... - Listen, this is the restaurant business,
and the women who work in it are tough.
If some guy's an asshole, they'll let him know.
And if he doesn't wise up, he's gone.
This shit's just common sense.
Be that as it may, our attorneys require us
to inform employees and supervisors of our written policy.
So to that end...
"It is and has been the Tim Feeny restaurant group's policy
to provide a working environment
free from discrimination and/or harassment of any kind."
You think you can make this work?
Larry?
Baby, I gave up half my practice
when we went to Baton Rouge.
I rebuilt it there. I can do it here, too.
No problem.
You sure?
People down here still got teeth they gotta tend to, right?
Thank you for all this, baby.
Ain't no thing.
Oh.
Hey, Sonny, you gonna help with the equipment?
Come on, get your ass over here.
Hey, bro, we only got an hour.
Your shit ain't gonna set itself up.
Lightin' ain't gonna wait on you.
All right, to get in the mood for today's show,
that was Michael Doucet and
Beausoleil's version of "Flammes D'enfer."
Before that, the Balfa
Brothers giving us "La valse du port Arthur."
And before that, the great Amede Ardoin
playing accordion on "Valse de Opelousas."
Yeah, man, that's taking it all the way back for us.
You know, Amede and Dennis McGee,
right there at the beginning.
Yeah, so you guys are right out of that tradition, huh?
I mean, some drums, some amps,
but all of it's still in that Louisiana prairie pocket, huh?
Yeah, with a little bit of New Orleans
creeping in there, thanks to Annie tee.
Ah, yes, the sweetheart of Frenchmen Street,
Annie Talarico.
So pleased to have you back on the show again, Annie.
- Thank you, Davis. - Good
of you to drop by whenever you're back in town.
So let me ask you if the rumors about you are true.
Davis...
No, not those rumors.
I'm speaking to the talk
on the street about your recording contract.
Oh, yeah. Lost Highway Records.
Yeah, we're supposed to be going into the studio this spring.
Ah. Is there any chance that we might give
our listeners a preview of that recording?
Well, this is one of Linzay's songs
that I think ought to be on the release.
Well, that's kind of you to say, Annie.
That's the third time you've given your show over to these guys.
I know. They're great.
This point is, Davis, that it's bad enough
you shilling for your heritage tours and your opera-in-progress,
but she... she's your girlfriend.
I know, I can't believe it either.
It's like...
- Davis, this is nepotistic. - No, Darnell.
If she sucked, it would be nepotistic.
- But they're great, she's great, so it's cool. - Cut it short.
Do something else with your last two hours.
Something else?
Yeah, something else, man... anything.
- I quit. - What?
I quit.
Yeah, fill the last two hours
with whatever your heart desires.
First of all, you never quit.
I fire you, Davis. That's how we do.
Look at us, Darnell...
we're learning, we're growing.
- Davis... - No, no, it's cool. It's cool.
Look, I got a lot on my plate right now,
what with the opera coming together.
And I'll take some time, you'll take some time,
and we'll get back to missing each other, okay?
It's cool. It really is.
Can you throw in that bottle of whiskey, too?
Fuck you.
Remember who you're talking to.
Sure, I got connections down here,
but this thing is fixed from Washington.
It's hud money and it's hud that's calling the tune.
Six-term state legislator
from sugar land, South of Houston.
How this guy didn't get
indicted along with delay, I'll never know.
Yeah, brother.
That's what I'm talking about.
I mean, they even got black people voting
to knock down all the public housing down here.
It's a fucking feeding frenzy.
Okay.
Yeah, I'm good with Alphonso.
I'm good with all those guys.
I just gotta get in the door, is all.
Thanks, Bobby.
Alphonso Jackson... that name mean anything to you, brother?
Can't happen. I'm sorry.
But where she at now, Elie,
we don't have enough special needs resources for her.
And I've got a waiting list so long that I'm gonna disappoint
half the families on it next fall.
Have you considered a private?
Maybe something with special programming?
Her family don't have that kind of money, no way.
- I thought since she was a special case... - I'm sorry.
Maybe another charter, but we are over capacity here.
- Told you. - Yeah, you did.
The charters ain't taking
no special needs kids if they can help it.
Brings down their test scores,
which is what we sell ourselves with.
- So she gets nothing. - School system is sunk.
Even before the storm it was sunk.
Now there just ain't enough lifeboats.
Shit is supposed to be women and children first, ain't it?
- Where's the decaf? This is all regular. - They messed up.
- Thanks. - You got it.
- Grease trap backed up. - I told you,
we have people for that, chef.
You just pick up the phone.
I'll have somebody come over right away
and make sure it doesn't happen again.
There's somebody I want you to meet.
Janette Desautel, this is Emily Chang.
She's a very accomplished
publicist we brought on for this project.
Publicist?
I can't tell you how excited I am to be working this account.
- Big fan. - Opening like this...
We intend to make the most of it.
It's a big investment. Needs a big splash.
A place this size has to be a destination restaurant.
People will make the decision whether or not to eat here
long before they leave Dubuque or New York.
We need to help them make that decision.
We want to be loved in New Orleans first and foremost.
Nobody's saying we're not gonna have
a loyal local crowd, but look around.
This is not gonna survive on just a walk-in trade.
And that means media.
And there's a nice narrative to this.
The flood cost you your restaurant.
You leave New Orleans, you go to New York...
Le Bernardin, Lucky Peach, all that.
- You come back better than ever. - Whoa, wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Let's not overstate...
I have a contact at "The Today Show" Who just loves New Orleans,
and I think we have a good shot at a segment.
"The Today Show"? Wow.
- Wait, what does the flood have to do with this?
- We won't exploit the flood.
All I meant was there is
a reservoir of goodwill towards New Orleans.
Look, Miss...
Chang. But call me Emily.
Emily, there were people who stayed during the storm
and all that time after it.
I didn't stay. I don't think we need...
It's the last thing any sensible person wants to do...
talk about their damn self on TV.
It's distasteful and, yeah, it's bullshit,
but we need asses in the seats.
And to get there, we have to decide
what the story of this restaurant is...
what your story is, before somebody else does.
So it's either gonna be you telling your story
to Regis-fuckin'-Philbin or whoever
or it's gonna be some asshole on the Internet.
We need to get in front. That's what Emily's for.
Have you had any media training?
Hello?
Yes. Who's calling?
Dr. Whaley from Virginia... Richmond, right!
Thank you for calling me back.
As I indicated, I'm looking at deaths in the wake of Katrina.
Uh-huh.
That's right, I came across this case
where this fellow was shot and then burnt up.
In a car, yes.
Glover, right.
Oh, shit!
No, no, no, no. Not you. Sorry.
Just give me one second.
Free coffee... from a fed?
So this is how it begins, huh?
It ends somehow in Gitmo, right?
They're both mine.
Sorry, they ran out of extra large.
So what's up?
Remember I asked you about a reporter?
Not local, out of town.
Some kid from Oakland here,
working for something called "Propublica."
- The fuck is that? - Some online shit, not for profit.
Anyway, he's been calling every out-of-state pathologist
who worked down here at DMORT after the storm.
- Going around Minyard, huh? - Yeah.
I got a call from a cutter I know in Dallas.
Says the guy is especially interested
in something to do with a burnt body on the west bank.
Glover. Henry Glover.
You know the name?
You didn't pass me the files on that one, Terry.
You holding out?
There are no homicide files.
Nothing but a missing persons report.
No investigation,
no detectives assigned, nothing.
The family never called it in?
- No, they did. - Well, who talked to them?
A detective named Bidwell.
Told them he didn't know anything about it.
Told them to call the district.
Bidwell, huh?
Where's he now?
My shift.
Homicide.
Promoted.
He's a sergeant now.
Jesus fuck.
Yeah.
Is fats back down here to stay?
No, he comes by every now and then,
but he's got a new house across the river.
You know, no grocery down here, no hospital.
You ain't got a prayer, son.
Davell, this honors him so hard,
at this point, I can't imagine him not being part of it.
Well, look at it this way... you're gonna meet the man anyway.
That's worth the trip, ain't it?
Hey, he shakes this hand, it goes unwashed...
The rest of my life.
I can't sing opera.
Well, it's an opera in four acts,
um, all about Katrina and everything that's happened since.
It's all done in a New Orleans style that you pioneered.
A rhythm and blues opera with you as the headliner.
I can count.
I can read some signs, some words.
You're coping with it, I know.
And I can play music.
I listen to how it sounds and I figure it out.
There's more to it.
Mr. Batiste, I know a lot of people who can't read music.
I mean, most of the players from around the way,
they don't read no music, or they don't sight-read.
You think if they could learn more than they know now,
they would wanna learn?
I think they doing fine.
They playing what they like to play
and they making money doing it, you know?
If I learn to play my horn, I'll be all right.
I just wanna stay in band class with you and Mr. Lecoeur.
Aw.
I had him there for a moment.
Well, there's no choice now, right?
I gotta get Irma.
- Where again? - Coffee shop in the bywater.
Well, damn. What are you worried about?
It ain't like you dragging the girl down to some nightclub.
I'm just saying, desiree, I'm all unescorted and shit,
rolling around with a little 14-year-old girl.
It don't look right.
- What? - Well, look at you, Antoine... all proper.
Hey, even when I was out there mixing it up,
I wasn't chasing no young girls.
I mean, not that young.
Can't tonight.
Meeting this lady down at my mother's house.
Anyway, I have a solution to your problem.
You got honoree when she wakes up.
Aw! But...
Stroller's over there. Have fun.
Hold up.
- How you feeling, daddy? - Fine.
I'm thinking of taking leave from my job.
Come back from Houston full time
while you start your treatments.
- No need. - I don't mind.
I already talked to my office manager.
He knows what's going on with you right now.
Pssh, everybody's all up in my business.
He's my boss, daddy.
I just told him what was going on.
I could go back this weekend, pack some things,
be back down here before you start your first session.
When is your first chemo?
After Mardi Gras.
You couldn't get it started sooner?
Didn't want to.
Are you hearing this, del?
Just like her mama.
Think what you're asking.
He is sick, and he needs to do what he needs to do.
I'm gonna ask that man to start chemo before Mardi Gras?
Put him flat on his ass so he don't finish a suit
for the first time in forever?
You ever see somebody get sick
and stop doing the things that made them who they are?
You know what happens next? They get sicker.
They stop living for what
they were living for in the first place.
He needs to take that walk...
this year like every year.
And tomorrow I want you to cab it to work and back.
- I'm serious. - I promise.
Till we put this thing right,
I don't want you behind the wheel anywhere near that coffee shop.
- I got that. - Thank you.
That's where they'll be looking for you, all right?
- Okay. Oh, see you soon. - Bye.
- Safe travels. - See you.
- How did your mother take it? - Worse than I thought she would.
Even though we didn't have the money to rebuild,
even though we talked about selling,
I think she always believed
she would come back down here eventually.
I mean, she grew up on this side of the canal.
You posted signs?
It's like they didn't want us coming back.
- It's like they have a plan. - You know what?
They fuckin' with the wrong people this time.
They fuckin' with me and mine.
I need to find a way to
fuck these people up the way they did to me.
They think I'm gonna go away? I ain't going nowhere.
- Six flags? - Yeah, it's crazy.
The whole damn amusement park is just sitting out there,
a wreck from the storm.
No security. No one's watching.
And you wanna go out there for what?
Just to check it out.
Take some band pictures on
the midway or in front of some of the rides.
- Who's driving? - What do you mean?
I promised my mom I'd park it for a while.
The thing with the cops, remember?
She's worried about the police hassling you, right?
Well, no one's mad at me. No one's looking to hassle me.
I'll be the driver and I'll be careful with it.
I promise.
Whoa!
There's pride on bourbon street.
Are you serious?
Jeez, don't be so paranoid.
All that minor-key stuff... that sounds great, man.
We'd never get a chance to get into that.
Sidney Bechet could live in that scale.
But, bennie, man, I thought y'all were working
that "Bugle boy march" Pretty good.
Y'all ever heard George Lewis do that one?
With Jimmy Robinson on trombone?
- Yeah. - Ooh, they swing.
But the truth is when I hear all that music,
it just really let me know how far we got left to go.
Man, just keep shedding.
I'm still shedding. You'll get there.
Doesn't seem that way sometimes, man.
Look, if y'all gonna be down on yourselves,
let's go back to one of the ones you really learned.
How about "Shake it and break it" On two?
One, two.
Now you know these guys, right?
You've seen them around the way.
That's hot 8, Bennie Pete's bunch.
I've heard them play all over.
Now you know they came up in the street.
I mean, they as street as you can get, right?
But here they are with Dr. Michael White...
The Professor, Dr. Michael White... learning the tradition.
What you don't know today can be learned tomorrow.
And there isn't a musician who's worth a damn
who ever stops learning.
You, too?
Fucking up again.
Smells like dog shit in here.
- What are you, my sponsor? - Close as you got.
So what tripped you up, man?
I don't know.
I'm back playing at the clubs
with the same old people and the same old scenes.
Bullshit. I was in a band with you for four months.
The last two, you stayed clean as a whistle, bro.
You call your girl?
She calling you?
Now, see, I know this is gonna make me
sound like a psychiatrist or some shit,
but if I was a betting man,
I'd say that this is you trying to find a way out.
- A way out? - From the girl, her family.
I love that girl.
Well, if you love her and she loves your narrow ass,
then where does that go?
Come on, man, get your shit together.
Then I raised objections, of course,
but it was Dr. Minyard's call.
But you were there
when the Orleans parish people did the postmortem.
No. We were in Louisiana after the storm
to provide support and assistance
to local authority and we did do our own autopsies,
but whenever there was a suspicious death,
anything that looked like a homicide,
we turned that over to the locals.
And in my mind,
I strongly suspected that Glover was a homicide.
Why is that?
For one, there were metal fragments in the charred remains
suggestive of shattered projectiles.
Of course, I could never be completely definitive
given the condition of the body
and the fact that the skull itself was missing.
You never saw the skull?
- Where'd you get this? - A reliable source.
This skull never made it to DMORT.
I had no skull at autopsy.
The hole could be thermal from the fire,
but it can also be indicative of a gunshot wound.
A close-range coup de grace, in fact.
But you can't be sure?
Not without an examination of the remains, but...
you're here telling me that witnesses saw
the victim fall from a gunshot wound,
that he was driven to a police checkpoint still alive,
and that the witnesses then saw the police drive the vehicle away
with the victim in the rear seat,
and, above all, the location of the vehicle...
behind the levee, in the weeds.
With this level of charring...
I've seen lots and lots of car fires, accidentals,
but this...
this is a postmortem arson
with an accelerant having been used.
A trained pathologist should consider this a probable homicide,
and he would be telling
police to begin a full-bore investigation.
Will you say that on record?
I said it then, I'll say it now.
Dr. Whaley, was this the only case at DMORT
where you had a difference of opinion
with the Orleans parish officials?
No indeed. No.
There seemed to be a consistent pattern
of rendering "Undetermined" Rulings
in cases where evidence of violence was apparent.
I see.
And did you have occasion to become familiar
with the case of a Joseph Abreu?
White male, 20s, gunshot wound to the head?
That name isn't familiar.
Will you take a look at his, too?
This is another one that was ruled "Undetermined"
by Dr. Minyard's office.
Bidwell, your vehicle's a shit pile.
- Don't leave without cleaning it. - I'll get to it, L.T.
- So then what? - So I say, "How could he be a faggot
if he fucked your girl?"
Now.
Clean your fucking vehicle or I'll drop a note in your jacket.
Yes, sir, Lieutenant Colson, sir.
Fuck you.
The leg is deep fat fried.
It's marinated in buttermilk, garlic,
and then breaded and fried to order.
Basically, it's like a dressed-up version of fried chicken.
The loin is lightly stuffed with grilled escarole.
It's very delicate.
The loin should be pink in the middle and cooked through.
Rabbit roulade and fried leg served on bread pudding.
Red pickled pears.
Contrasts come together on the plate
to make a balance.
And the soul of the dish...
Glace de viande.
Chef.
You need to get into character.
Oh, man.
There's a time to cook, there's a time to sell.
Now, we're not gonna be able to open before Mardi Gras,
but we still gotta keep the wheels greased.
All right, take it home for me, I guess.
And the pork again. The plating on that still needs work.
As you can see, this stuff has kind of taken over my kitchen.
So which block of Deslonde was your house again?
- 2800. - You know the Joshua family over on Forstall?
They've put $5,000 into fixing their house
after it was cited as a derelict property.
Even after they complied and spent the money, city tore it down.
That's only a few blocks from you.
Anyway, you got burned by something called
the "Imminent health risk" Demolition list
where New Orleans took all this FEMA money
and put houses on that list
whether they needed to be tore down or not.
Folks like you waiting on road home or insurance checks.
- Why? - Well, since the storm,
a lot of money's been made just tearing stuff down.
We're seeing some pattern to where the demolitions are.
In mid-city, it might be part of another land grab.
Actually getting people home...
I guess no one's figured out how to turn a quick buck on that.
We posted Idabelle Joshua's story on our website.
- You might wanna look at that. - What do you mean posted?
Karen's running a blog called squandered heritage.
We're trying to document what's been happening as best we can.
- You some kind of writer? - Just concerned.
Demolishing houses with people still fighting to come home?
- This is civic suicide. - But you're doing okay.
I mean, you in your house and all here uptown.
This goes past my property line or yours.
It's about the city.
What kind of city's gonna come back?
What's New Orleans gonna be?
Who gets to come home and to what?
Pam and me, we were down at the council vote last month,
the one about the housing projects.
Never seen anything like it.
They snuck their supporters into the chamber
before the meeting was supposed to start.
Stopped people from attending, stopped people from testifying.
Everyone I talk to says something different.
I mean, there's gotta be some rules or laws as to how they do...
Katrina took away whatever rules there were.
Now it's just them and what they wanna do.
And us.
So you're going to Washington.
That's where the money is.
Willie Sutton.
He was a bank robber, famous.
Some reporter once asked him why he robbed banks.
"That's where the money is."
Same principle, I guess.
If there's no need for me here,
I'll saddle up and ride to the next opportunity.
Those boys in D.C., I knew them all in Austin.
Start popping open a pearl beer and a lone star.
So this one's different than the one you had before...
- The one with the Hyatt. - It is different.
- What happened? - Politics.
Wynton Marsalis endorsed Landrieu over Nagin,
so Nagin cooled on Irvin Mayfield
that was fronting the Hyatt project
and who came in with Wynton
when we were pitching the idea to the mayor.
- So they fucked themselves. - They did.
Ever since the election, the Hyatt people, Irvin...
no one who had anything to do with the project
could get Ray Nagin on the phone.
Payback is hell.
So this new thing here?
A jazz center in Armstrong Park.
Incorporating the municipal auditorium.
We're going with some new developers
who are closer to the mayor's heart,
maybe stepping sideways away from Irvin.
Looking for some other people to be our standard-bearers.
Well, keep me posted.
- National jazz center, huh? - Yeah, in Armstrong Park.
And they want the both of us for cultural input.
You know, they wanna do the thing the right way.
- Cultural input? - Yeah, and local color.
Big chief Albert in his prettiest Mardi Gras suit
and his visionary jazzman son
with the piercing brown eyes present, live at jazz center...
a Lincoln Center in New Orleans
would be a fine thing if it can happen.
Yeah.
Seriously, pop, you should meet these guys.
I'm busy building this here facility in Gentilly.
No, you've been busy going to Willie Mae's.
I've seen them fried chicken boxes in the fridge.
That's for your sister.
Oh, well, you can tell Davina I ate it
because I thought it was for you.
So, chef, bring that plate a little higher up.
Tilt it towards me a bit.
Show the plate a tiny bit higher and to your right.
There you go. Not too much.
- You can smile. - Give me that big smile.
- What? - Smile... you can smile.
Tim, why don't you stand next to me?
- Okay. - So you don't distract her.
- I need her eyes at me. There you go. - Yeah, thank you.
Chin down just a touch. Nice big smile.
I like that.
And that plate just a little closer to your body.
- There you go. - Yes, like you own them.
Right there. Show me a little teeth.
There you go. Right there.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Good trip? - Great trip.
Broke this thing open, actually.
- Everything okay? - Fine.
L.P., you wanna come in for a bit?
Honestly, I feel like celebrating.
Eyehategod at Southport... that's my move tonight.
Really? That's your move?
Mm-hmm.
- For real? - Yeah.
The... well...
the lyrics are tongue-in-cheek, Miss Irma.
It's like you can't believe
what you're saying, even when you say it.
In fact, you're making fun of the point of view.
Sarcastic.
Yeah, sort of.
- Sardonic. - Sardonic, exactly.
All I can say is I hope they have a good ballad for the B side.
Davis McAlary, you're the luckiest white man in America.
A lot of energy.
I'm surprised you wanted to come.
Thought you'd be out with your fellow, one of his gigs.
- He kind of pissed me off. - How'd he do that?
Sometimes he can be kind of immature.
Immature, huh?
I'll be right back.
Whoo!
Everybody pay their tab?
Always.
Hear that.
- I've been meaning to ask you something. - Mm-hmm.
What does "Tu et pocky way" Mean?
- I mean, for real. - For real?
Yeah. Yeah, for real.
I can't tell you that.
'Cause I'm a woman.
You are all woman.
But you ain't Indian.
So if I wanted to know the secret handshake or something,
what you're saying is there's just no hope for me, huh?
Baby, there's always hope.
Are you crazy, Sonny?
You can't see Linh, not now.
I need to see you.
Please?
Go. Go.
Forgive me. Please forgive me.
I don't know what happened.
I... I'm so sorry.
I... I love Linh so much.
I... I just... I don't know what happened.
I could... please forgive me.
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