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Fuck this phone.

Oh, fuck that phone.

Oh, hell, no, Marquis.

Shit.

- I know that ain't
Antoinette riding

your ass like bucking bronco.

What are you doing here?

- Last time I checked,
my name was on the deed.

What the hell is
she doing here?

We was just--

Screwing?

- Shirley,
it's not what it looks like.

- It is Mrs. Duncan
to you, little girl.

And you are screwing my son
behind your husband's back.

You know what the
ramifications of that are.

Marquis, you can't find
nowhere else to park your dick?

- Mom, what are you doing
on my wing of the house?

- We got a problem,
a big problem.

Oh, shit, what?

We get robbed?

I wish it were that easy.

We can make money back.

This is worse.

- What could be
worse than that?

Damn.

Not a body.

- I got a call on my
way back from Houston.

And I left you in charge.

But you don't even know
what's going on at the casino

because you're over here
screwing Antoinette.

So get that girl out
of here before we have

two dead bodies on our hands.

Fucking this bitch in my house.

The hell is wrong with you?

All right.

Now, you done had your drink.

Tell me what the fuck happened.

OK.

OK.

So that fool, Pierre,
he's drinking.

He's playing cards.

And he's losing
like he always did.

King of spades.

Ooh.

Let the good times roll.

Full house, partner.

Ooh, wow.

Now that is a good hand, y'all.

That is a-- that a good hand.

- You're damn right, cowboy.
- Hold your roll.

Not so fast.

Let me introduce you
to the four cowboys, baby.

Whoo.
- You're the winner.

Four of a kind
beats a full house.

Wait a fucking minute.

You got to be
fucking kidding me.

We're letting this
Billy Bob Thornton

looking motherfucker cheat?
- Whoa.

Hey, asshole.
- Hey

I-- I-- I got this.

Now, Pierre, you win
some, and you lose some.

And you lose more than you win.

So go take a walk,
have a smoke,

and think about your
life, but not in here.

So he leaves out.

He goes walking.

Next thing you know,
we hear a gunshot.

We race outside,
find that fool laying

in a pool of his own blood.

The bullet is just
sitting there.

The body is laying there.
The gun is just laying there.

And I'm like, oh, my god.

And girl, I had to--

- Monique--
- What?

Slow down.

Stay calm.

- So what you're saying
it was a suicide?

- It don't matter if it
was a suicide or not.

That's Pierre LeBlanc
out there.

Shirley, this is bad.

What's up, nephew?

Uncle Floyd.

- Luckily,
it wasn't a full house.

It was just me Mama and
a couple of poker players

out there.

- I'm going to need
to see that body.

You're the boss.

- So you want me to do,
take him to his brother?

- Are you out of
your fucking mind?

Did you hear
what your uncle said?

This is Pierre LeBlanc,
brother of Jean LeBlanc,

one of the most
powerful mobsters in NOLA.

- If we took him
to Jean right now,

we might as well put a
bullet in our own heads.

And besides, even if we
told Jean the truth,

it ain't like he's
going to believe us.

- Shit, I'm having a hard
time believing it myself.

- So how are we going
to make this go away?

Simple.

We make problems like this go
away by throwing money at it.

I'm on it.

- It better be a
lot of damn money

because Pierre LeBlanc
ain't no normal problem.

Everybody in my office now.

OK.

Come on, Boss.

All right.

Where is Eric?

- Well, he left,
so I sent Dice to get him.

- And y'all all
know who that dead

body belongs to, don't you?

Yeah, but we didn't do it.

Pierre, he killed his own self.

You think that matters?

You do know who his
brother is, right,

and what he would
do if he found out

you're involved in any way?

- And just so we clear,
y'all ain't see shit tonight.

You understand?

Shit.

I wasn't even here tonight.

I was in Baton Rouge.

- Now, take this, and you
get the hell out of here.

- Yeah, I appreciate the money,
but one of us, who for sure

ain't going to be me--

- And it definitely
ain't going to be me.

-is going to say something.

Well, you know how town folks
can't keep their mouth shut.

And you see,
one of us ain't even here.

- Well, look, whoever is
here, if y'all snitch,

Jean LeBlanc is going to
be your least concern.

No, he's all good.

They can keep a secret, right?

Absolutely.

Hell, yeah.

All right.

Good night, gentlemen.

Don't spend it
all in one place.

Yeah-yeah.

- I'm going to need you and
Floyd to load that dead body up

in that truck and get it
the hell away from my club

because we don't need
this getting out,

especially to Jean LeBlanc.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yeah, I got you.

Cheers.

Get your side.

This way.

I think I should go with you.

Nah, I got this.

You and Sheriff Clay
don't get along.

- It's not that we
don't get along.

I just don't like snakes,
because snakes bite.

And they poison us.

And Sheriff Clay is one of the
biggest snakes I've ever met.

That's why I got this.

- All right,
you watch your ass.

- Yeah, and you call me
if anything pops off.

All right.

- Y'all got about five seconds
to get the fuck up out of here.

And tell Red that
somebody's here to see him.

- I thought I told you to
get and never come back.

You know what? You did.

But I don't work for you.

I work for him.

Hello, Red.

Jean.

What are you doing
in this part of town?

This club.

I sent my man Saint out to
do a little business deal

for me, about half of it.

He said you were giving
him a hard time.

He's a punk thug.

- Nonetheless,
now I want all of it.

How much?

- With all due respect,
it ain't for sale.

- You had me going there with
that all due respect shit.

But you did remind
me of my daddy.

- Your daddy was a
good man, a fair man.

What are you saying, Red,

that I'm-- I'm not a fair man?

You ain't your daddy.

Look.

I'm giving you the
easy way out, $200,000.

- Well, I'm sorry,
but La Nue's not for sale.

I'm giving it to my son, Gio.

Stop giving us a hard time.

Sign the fucking deed, Red.

I can't do that, Jean,

- I didn't want it
this way, but fine.

- I'd appreciate if you stop
pointing that gun at my uncle.

Your uncle?

Your dumb ass didn't even know
my family was working for you,

did you?

Maybe you can sign
the contract now.

You want the same thing that
happened to your daughter

and your grandson?

OK.

- It's good doing
business with you.

Saint, give the man his check.

Take the check, Red.

Now, get the fuck
out of my club.

No!

No!

Damn.

For a second there, I
thought you was going to let

him keep the money and leave.

- Let them lurk in
the shadows, waiting

to come back and get revenge?

Never that.

My daddy taught me better.

With all due respect, Red--

Clean this shit up.

- It better be
fucking good, Marquis.

It's 4:15, and I hate to be out
of bed before the sun rises.

- If it wasn't, you
wouldn't be here, Sheriff.

Let me be the judge of that.

What's the big emergency?

Holy crap.

Is that--

A dead body.

Jesus.

Yeah.

- This is a first,
even for you.

It is.

But look even closer.

Fuck.

That's--

- Pierre LeBlanc.
- Jesus.

Yeah.

- Why is Pierre LeBlanc lying
dead in front of me, Marquis?

Did you kill him?

No.

He shot himself in our club.

Shot himself?

Yeah.

- What reason would Pierre
LeBlanc have to shoot himself?

I don't know.

One minute, he was alive.

The next minute, he was dead.

But I promise you,
we had nothing to do with it.

- I'm not saying
I don't believe you,

but I'm probably
not the only one

in Gator Lake who's
not going to believe

Pierre LeBlanc killed himself.

And his brother damn sure
ain't going to believe this.

- Let's just say he got
lost in the swamp, you know?

Maybe the gators
had their way with him.

It wouldn't be the first time.

And you know, maybe you
just came across a body.

- That could work,
but it's going to cost you.

I mean, keeping secrets from
Jean LeBlanc don't come cheap.

OK.

How does 10 grand sound?

Situation like this, I
wouldn't wipe my ass with that.

No deal.
- OK.

20.

50.

30.

My final offer.

- I think we might need to
call the coroner to tell them

we got a body on our hands
with a gunshot to the head,

and of course,
notify the family.

That's cold, Clay.

That's cold.

- Not as cold as y'all
will be if he finds out

his brother died at your club.

Fine, 50.

I'll get you half now
and the rest in the morning.

You know I'm good for it.

- Well,
it's a damn shame

them gators
got to poor Pierre like that.

Now get get my money.

I got some work to do.

I want the rest
of my money before lunch.

I'm meeting
with the new mayor at noon.

He's going to want his cut.

You knew I was coming, huh?

- The spirits may have
whispered in my ear.

They know you was
heavy on my mind.

Yeah.

Well, you was heavy
on my mind.

- There was trouble
brewing last night.

I was worried
about you, mon cher.

- You see,
that's why I'm here, you know?

Mm-hmm.

I need some relief.

Oh.

Starting off rough already.

I like that.

I have to give you something.

- What-- what you want
me to do with that?

- I want you to wear it and
never, ever take it off.

It has strong
power in it, baby.

Oh, yeah?

Well, Ernestine, listen.

I like you a lot.

And this voodoo shit turns
me all the way the fuck on.

But there ain't no way in
hell you putting a chicken

foot around this neck.

You're not listening to me.

There's trouble brewing,
and you need this.

It will protect you.

Now, baby,
wear this around your neck

because you're
going to need it.

You're going to need it.

OK.

- Now,
the only way for the power

to be released in my room--

Yeah.

- --I'm going to need you
to make love to me three

times before the sun comes up.

Let's start.

Oh, damn.

- Come on.
- Yes, baby.

Yes.

Yeah, Mama?

So how much did it cost us?

50,000.

God damn it.

50,000?

That sorry son of a bitch
wasn't even worth 10.

Yeah.

Well, that's what it costs.

So you've got to split it with
your friend, the mayor.

- And at the end of the day,
it might even cost us more.

This whole thing could
end up destroying all of us.

But how?

We got the sheriff
in our pocket.

I mean, we got witnesses.

And we didn't even kill them.

Witnesses?

If your Uncle Floyd was killed
at one of LeBlanc's strip clubs

or massage parlors, would
you listen to any witness

that they brought you?

- No, they'd probably
be paid off.

- Then why the fuck
do you think

they're going to listen to us?

When Jean LeBlanc finds out
that Pierre died at The Blues,

he's going to blame us
because he ain't got nobody

else to blame, suicide or not.

Yeah.

You're right.

You're damn right I'm right.

And you know what?

I'll be damned if I'm going
to let anything happen

to you, Monique, or Floyd.

- Look, Mama,
I can handle myself, OK?

Oh, what?

You're like your uncles now?

You're a little gangster?

- Speaking of my uncles,
why don't we call Uncle LC?

You know, he owes us a favor
for what we did for Orlando.

I mean, maybe he could--
- No.

No, no, no.

We are not going to LC.

OK.

You know, but--

But what?

We don't need
that kind of help.

Yes, Mama.

I mean,
it was just a suggestion.

- OK.
Well, don't suggest it anymore.

- OK.
OK.

OK, Mama.

I understand.

Good.

I'll see you when you get here.

Girl, what you do to me?

- When you come back, I need
you to re-energize this.

OK.

I mean, after last
night and this morning,

why don't we re-energize
it right now?

- Oh, oh.
- What?

Not right now.

That won't be necessary.

You sure?

But I'll see you tomorrow.

OK.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Ooh.

Can I help you?

- We're here to
see Mr. LeBlanc.

I need to speak with him
about a police matter.

Do you have an appointment?

- No, but I think
this here badge

speaks for its fucking self.

Now, are you going
to get Mr. LeBlanc,

or do I have to shoot
off a few rounds

to get his attention myself?

I don't know how the neighbors
are going to like that,

but I really don't give a shit.

One second.

Ahh.

Oh.

So Sheriff Clay,
to what do I owe this pleasure?

Have a seat.

Come on in.

So Saint tells me that
there's some pressing

issue that you would
like to talk to me about.

As you can see, I just
sat down for breakfast.

There's enough for you all.

Why don't you all have
a seat and join me?

- Thanks, but
this won't take long.

You sure?

Homemade beignets,
best in the city.

Sit. Sit.
- Yeah.

Unfortunately, this house
call isn't the nice sort.

I have some bad news
for you, Mr. LeBlanc.

Bad news?

- It's about your
brother, Mr. LeBlanc.

Damn it, Pierre.

What have you gotten
yourself into?

Fuck.

A gator's stomach.

Sheriff.

I'm sorry.

I haven't had my
coffee this morning.

What I meant was
we found a partial body

with your brother's
identification

amongst the remains.

- What are you
trying to tell me?

He's dead.

Deceased.

Gone to the other side.

There's a lot of
ways to say it,

but dead sums it up the best.

How did he die?

Looks like gators ate him.

His body was found
in the deep swamp ate up.

The swamp?

How in the fuck did
my baby brother

get to the bottom of a swamp?

He didn't put himself there.

We're still looking into it.

- My love,
what's all the commotion?

- The sheriff has just informed
me that Pierre is dead.

What?

Oh.

He was just here
yesterday having lunch.

He and Simone
went to the movies.

I know.

Where's my brother's body?

Down at the county morgue.

I don't recommend
going down there.

It's a pretty gruesome sight.

I can have them send the body
to whichever funeral home

you like.

Saint.

Handle that, bro.

Again, I'm--

I'm sorry for your loss.

If you have any
questions, please

feel free to give me a call
or come down to the station.

Oh, and thanks
for the beignets.

These-- these are good.

Leave.

All right.

My love, I'm so sorry.

Fuck.

Oh!

Morning, ladies.

It's a beautiful
morning, ain't it?

Good morning.

And yes, it is a
very good morning.

How you doing, Floyd?

What's up, mama?

- What?
- Look at him.

I know.

He done got a piece of ass.

- Look like you
got some, Floyd.

What makes you say that?

- Baby, I was a madam
for over 15 years.

I know the look on a
man's face when he done

got a piece of ass.

It's all in the eyes.

Listen, Shirley.

Maybe I just feel good.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

- Brother feel good.
- Wait. Wait. Wait.

Wait a minute, Mo.
- What?

- Is that a damn chicken
foot on your neck?

- Don't touch it.
Don't touch it.

That is a chicken foot.
You know what?

Jesus is not pleased.

You're not supposed
to be messing

around with no voodoo witches.

- First of all, I ain't messing
with no voodoo witch, OK?

We're just friends.

It's no big deal.

And mind your business, Mo.

Oh, look at him.

She done put some
roots on his ass.

What, she got three titties?
She be--

- Shirl,
don't you start no more.

Be nice.

And she ain't put shit on me.

Besides, you know I
don't believe in that.

- Floyd, I'm telling
you, you got to leave

them voodoo witches alone.

They're dangerous.

That roots,
that's some real shit.

OK.

Well, I'm realer
than a $2 bill.

It ain't no roots or
no nothing like that

going to mess with me.
I got to show--

Don't touch nothing.

Don't touch nothing on me.

You got chicken feet.

And you can't wear that hat
when we get to the courthouse.

Wear it now, though.
Looks good.

- I look good.
- You look good in the hat.

But you can't wear
it in the courthouse.

Is he in?

- He is, but he's right
in the middle of--

- Excuse us.
- You can't just--

Yes, we can.

Mrs. Duncan.

What a nice surprise.

Cut the crap, Ronald.

I got your message.

Are you trying
to raise my payments?

- Your donations
are always appreciated.

You know that.

I mean, but inflation
being what it is,

the Alderman was
thinking that perhaps

an increase from
75,000 a month

to 100,000 could be arranged.

I mean, after all,
I've driven by your place.

You're having a stellar year.

You are.

You know that.

- Don't try to
hustle me, Ronald.

It feels like a shakedown.

Not at all.

Not-- if you prosper,
Shirley, we prosper.

We're on the same team.

Am I right?

Great.

I am glad to hear you say that
because for that kind of money,

I'm going to need
something in return.

Yeah?

What exactly
are you talking about?

- I'm going to need the
hours at The Blues to stay

open three hours past 2:00 a.m.

And for that,
I'm going to need an ordinance.

It's not an easy feat.

You know,
you do have your detractors.

And so do you.

And for that kind of
money, those detractors,

they're now your problem.

Yeah?

- So I expect my ordinance
in the next week?

Yeah?

Oh.

Until then,
don't expect any money.

Have a great day, baby.

Have a great day.

I'm coming.

Now, Shirl, I know you're
the boss and all, but $100,000

a month is pretty steep.

- Child,
for an extra three hours

a night, I would have
paid double that.

That's damn near a whole
nother day of the week.

Smart move.

I know.

And when Bourbon Street
and the French Quarter close,

we're going to be the only
after hours spot on the strip.

Ooh.

That's brilliant.

What's next?

- Well, after Houston
and that fiasco with Pierre

killing himself, I'm going
to need a little TLC.

Girl, let's go to the spa.

- Ooh, girl,
you're talking to my soul.

Let's go.

- You know I could arrest
you for that, don't you?

- You know, technically
for what I'm holding,

you're going
to give me a ticket.

For all the weed
you smoked in high school,

you better take a hit.

It's that good California shit.

Look at you.

Duly elected sheriff
and still a fucking pothead.

Fuck you, Marquis.

You got my money?

I don't have to count it, do I?

No.

We good with Pierre?

Yep.

The family's been notified
of the tragic accident.

I spoke to Jean myself,
told him about the gators.

The bastard hardly shed a tear.

Look, I got to go.

I got to get the mayor his cut.

Yo, Clay.

Yeah?

- I know I gave you 50,000
reasons to do it, but you

really pulled my ass
out of the fire.

I appreciate it.

- The least I could do
for my high school crush.

Oh, it's so nice.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How are you? Pleasure.
Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

I'll take my shoes off.

Whew.

That was nice.

- I think I'm going to do
black nails for the funeral

to match my dress.

- I really can't believe that
Uncle Pierre is actually dead.

Yeah.

Neither can I, honey.

That's definitely the last
thing I expected to hear.

Your father's not
taking it too well.

- You know Daddy did not
like Uncle Pierre like that.

- They were still brothers
at the end of the day.

He's going to get
to the bottom of it.

The bottom of what, Mom?

The swamp?

No, thank you.

- Your father doesn't
think that your uncle

died at the swamp.

Personally, neither do I.

Wait.

Why?

- What would Pierre
be doing at the swamp?

He couldn't even swim.

That's why your daddy's
offering $100,000 to anyone

who might have information.

100,000?

- Just enough to get
tight lips talking.

Somebody knows something, and
we're going to find out who.

That's a lot of money.

But honestly, if somebody
did kill Uncle Pierre,

I kind of feel sorry for them.

- Me too because
you have no idea

what your daddy's capable of.

Hey there, Shirley Duncan.

Marie LeBlanc.

It is so good to see you.

I'm so sorry about Pierre.

Thank you.

- Y'all still coming to
the masquerade ball, yeah?

- Wouldn't miss
it for the world.

Good.

I'll see y'all there.

Enjoy, now.

Here you go, baby.

Thank you.

- So how did that
thing go with Clay?

Good, as far as I know.

She talked to Jean.

The medical examiner
is on board.

What you hearing?

I got nothing.

But you got that text from
your mom wanting to see us?

Yeah.

Let's see what she wants.

Hold on.

What's up?

Is that a chicken foot?

Floyd, don't. Don't.

- They got you
with the chicken foot.

What's going on, Mama?

- Jean LeBlanc
put up a $100,000 reward

for any information leading
to his brother's death.

- $100,000 get them
boys singing like canaries.

But it's right in the line
of fire with Jean LeBlanc.

Tell me about it.

If we don't get
this figured out,

we're going to be in the
middle of a damn war.

Simple.

Why don't we just make
a call to New York?

Uncle LC and his people
will even the odds.

Hell, no.

Have you lost
your fucking mind?

We're not going to LC.

Didn't we already
talk about this?

Listen, Mama.

Jean LeBlanc has an army, OK?

Uncle LC has an army.

No, god damn it.

I said no.

I'm not asking
that man for help.

And neither are you.

OK.

So what are we going to do?

- Well, the first
thing we're going to do

is we're going to send your
narrow ass to Houston until

this whole thing cools down.

Houston?

You want me to go to Houston?

I'm not going to Houston.

Why the hell would I go
all the way to the country

when we're in the
middle of a damn crisis?

To protect you.

Protect me from what?

- Floyd and I
will handle the crisis.

Boy, you ain't ready
for this kind of heat.

- Mama, I've been training
to take over this place

since I was 10, OK?

10, doing every shit
job because you two

told me I need to
learn every job

and know how to run this place.

How do you expect me
to take over the business

if you want me to run
on any sign of trouble?

- Boy, I am trying
to save your life.

Mom, that's just it.

I'm not a boy.

I'm not a boy.

I'm a man, OK?

And I'd rather go down fighting
for my family and The Blues

because it's my legacy to.

- You are going to
Houston, and that's that.

You're my only son.

And I would give
my life to protect you.

I'm driving you
to the airport myself.

And we're done
talking about it.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

- Morning.
- Oh.

Morning.

What?

- I see you're still wearing
that damn chicken foot.

It was a gift.

Don't be worried
about my chicken foot.

There's the invoices.

You get Marquis off?

- Drove them to the
damn airport myself.

What?

- You shouldn't have
done that, Shirl.

Listen, Marquis,
he's not a baby anymore.

He's a grown man trying to
stand on his own two feet.

- Don't you tell me
what to do with my son.

And he's my nephew.

But you make him weak
by doing that type of stuff.

And trust me, I know
this is some man shit I'm

trying to tell you
here because ain't

no weak man run The Blues.

- I'm trying to give
him the opportunity

to fight another fight
so that when it's time

to run The Blues, he's ready.

This right here, this is on me.

OK.

I sure hope you have
a plan to win this fight.

Sis, just hear me out.

I think Marquis might be
right about you calling

your people in New York.

Stop your worrying, baby.

I got a plan.

It better be a good one.

How y'all doing?

Yo.

Good.

Marquis.

Nevada, how are you, man?

Good to see you.
- What up, dog?

What's up, cuz?

It's been a long time, man.

My guy.

I didn't know you
was up this way.

- Yeah, I've been up here
for a minute helping out.

I ain't going to lie.

I'm just waiting for my mama
to say the word, and I'm out.

- You wasn't big on this
city shit, were you?

Nah, man.

You know I'm a
country boy by heart.

So what brings you up here?

- I need to talk to Uncle
LC before shit hits the fan.

My mom's letting pride get
in the way of common sense.

You know, we could
really use the help.

- My grandparents are
upstate right now.

But if you got a problem,
you should talk to my dad.

What's up, cuz?

Vegas.

Good to see you, man.
- You too.

You too.

So what brings you up here?

I came to see your pops.

I-- well--
we need your help, Vegas.

- Aunt Shirley would
shoot herself in the head

before asking Pop for help.

Yeah, well, she ain't asking.

I am.

All right.

Let's talk.

- You ever heard of a
man named Jean LeBlanc?

Nah.

What's his deal?

- He's like the
Godfather of New Orleans.

He runs drugs, gambling,
and prostitution in the city.

- What, he tried to squeeze
you out of the casino, cuz?

No.

His brother killed
himself in The Blues.

I'm afraid he thinks we got
something to do with it.

Did you?

Mm-mm.

But we did get rid of the body.

And they're offering
$100,000 reward

for information on his death.

I was thinking, like, maybe
you could lend me some muscle,

you know, you, Junior, Orlando,
y'all fly back with me,

let the town know
that you got my back.

Here's the deal.

We're in the middle
of some shit ourselves,

and it involves Junior.

Shit.

- He's in a bad way,
so I'm going

to need Orlando here with me.

Shit.

I'll go down there
and help him.

Ain't nobody going
to punk our family.

I got your back, cuz.

Hell, yeah.

I swear, you're--

you're reading
my thoughts, brother.

And I have another thought.

Go get your sister for me.
- Bet.

Lauryn.

Vegas want to holler at you.

You wanted to see me, Vegas?

Look who's here.

Marquis.

What's up, cuz?

How are you?
- Good.

What are you doing here?

- Well, he's recruiting
some folks to go down

to NOLA to help him out with a
problem he's having down there.

You want to go?

- Aren't you having the
masquerade ball soon?

This weekend.

Then I'm in.

You know I love me a good
party and a good fight.

There it is, Marquis.

You got your soldiers.

Curtis is dogmatic and lethal.

And Lauryn graduated
number one in her class

at Chi's Finishing School.

Like London and Paris,
they'll never see her coming.

Hell, yeah.

- And if the shit
gets too overwhelming,

you know that the
rest of the family

is only one phone call away.