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[Indistinct chatter in distance]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[Sighs]

What's up?

It's not a bus station, kid.

What you getting?

Um, yeah, PBR?

We have what is up on the wall.

How about a Pabst?

You know what, I'm gonna do us all a favor

and you get... a Brown.

Four bucks, just for you.

No one drink minimum for you.

You, you get ice.

[♪♪♪]

Hey Bart, can I--

let me get a High Life.

Thank you, sir.

First one's on the house, kid.

Welcome to Czeck's.

Oh.

Thanks, man.

[♪♪♪]

Nat.

Bart?

Alright, so we'll start with " Down So Long"...

[Indistinct chatter]

NAT: Bart?

[♪♪♪]

NAT: Goddammit, Bart!

♪ And I've been down so long

Ugh!

[Grunts]

[Scuffling]

The Werewalrus!

Goddamn thief!

Help!

Oh, fucking cunt--

OLD MAN: Ah!

[Rewind]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Oh dammit, fuck!

Fuck!

Get it together, Nat.

Deep breaths.

No, cigarette...

Cigarette? No... cigarette.

[Birds chirping in background]

Fucking of course.

[Bart on voicemail] It's Bart, what do you got for me?

Speak.

Asshole.

[♪♪♪]

[Flushes toilet]

Okay.

[♪♪♪]

Here we go again...

[♪♪♪]

Everything in the bag.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

NAT: Back on the street again.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Sorry, hon!

NAT: Not you too, Aura.

I know, the first corner on Decatur is open, I think.

Why don't you check that out?

Hmm.

And hey, Nat girl,

the NOPD's been chilling people 'bout permits.

They took Trente into OPP.

They took Trente in?

- Really? - Be on your toes.

He's fucking harmless, dude, but whatever.

Alright, have a good shift.

[Car honking]

[Bart on voicemail] It's Bart, what do you got for me?

Speak.

Come on, if you could clue me in on my time travels last night

that would really be awesome.

A response is not that fucking hard.

[♪♪♪]

[Ethan on voicemail] Talk into your phone box

and then I'll listen to it in the future.

[Beep]

Hey Ethan, it's Nat.

Um, hey, I have a favor to ask you.

Um, whenever you get a chance, just give me a call back,

'cause there's this thing that

I just have to talk to you about. Later.

[Sighs deeply]

OFF-SCREEN VOICE: It's the kid who can't swing

and doesn't know how to use the slide.

[Indistinct chatter in distance]

NAT: Finally!

[Cat meows in distance]

[Indistinct chatter in distance]

NAT: Alright.

Greetings, New Orleans, bartenders, party-goers,

tourists, and barflies, today is a nice day

in the Big Easy,

'cause everything can be had for a price,

so if you like what you see,

go ahead and feel free to tip me and-- fuck!

The fucking cops have nothing else to do

in this goddamn town, but fuck with local artists!

[♪♪♪]

What the fuck, Bart.

Hey, Beatrix.

BEATRIX: Hey, Natalee.

- NAT: Working a double today? - Yeah.

Hey, did Wendy leave a check for me behind the bar,

'cause I worked a fee shifts during Bayou Fest?

I don't know.

Not that I know of.

Dude, she's drunk, you know, I'll remind her later.

I know, I'm fucking broke though,

really need a check.

Hey, Ethan just stopped by and brought me

a little something-something to get through this shift.

Where can I find this Ethan?

Bar Next Door, I think.

NAT: Got ya.

- Have a good shift, alright-- - BEATRIX: See you later.

Hey, you seen Ethan around anywhere?

Check the courtyard.

Ethan?

- Hi. - Hi.

What's the matter?

Here, here, feel better.

Well, for starters, I woke up at Bart's today.

Oh no.

So I looked for his weed and his cash was stashed.

Mhmm.

And I went off to work, some statue was in my spot,

so then I went to this other spot

and the fucking popo hassled me and ugh...

You know, I'm Samson in these boots, right?

You mean Delilah?

No, Samson.

And last night I think Bart--

Just shut up about your boyfriend, okay?

Okay, well, be gentle.

♪ Service industry night

You want a beer?

Something?

Um, no.

I uh...

Actually I'm gonna go have a drink with Lesley

in a minute.

- Okay. - Yeah.

That's cool.

Could I get you to help me out with something?

In particular, I kind of...

I got you.

- Yeah. - Bye.

[♪♪♪]

Hi stranger.

Oh dear, you don't look so good.

Yeah, well, you know, don't really know

exactly where my life is going nowadays.

Tell me about it!

Lesley, in all the years that we've known each other,

what is the one thing that you know about me?

I don't know, maybe it's that you never take those boots off?

Right, exactly.

I dance, drink, fuck, and fight

- in these Natalee King Coles. - Yup.

So you only take them off for?

I never take 'em off.

You can't smoke here.

We're outside, the a.k.a. smoking section.

They signed a smoke-free pact.

Where else in America is a grown-ass man

gonna do something bad for her damn self.

Preach it, sister.

[Grunts]

And. Bart raped me last night.

What!

Don't joke about that.

I woke up with my boots off.

Holy shit, Natalee, that's not evidence.

What about physical damage?

Uh, well, for starters I...

There's spotting and I was sore, it definitely felt like

I had sex when I woke up this morning.

And?

That's not enough.

What, you don't believe me?

You need proof before you ruin a guy's life!

Don't be a Jeanette!

What are you talking about?

Jeanette was raped!

Come on, Nat.

She owed him money, he got her fired,

she got her big gorillas to run him outta town.

No dude, I was there that night.

Jeanette came to me, I know the whole fucking story,

so...

Don't be a Beatrix!

Goodbye, Lesley.

[♪♪♪]

Fuck!

Where the fuck is everybody when I need them?

[♪♪♪]

Greetings, New Orleans.

Today is a nice day in the Big Easy.

[Applause]

Hey, that's pretty cool.

Do you think I could have $1 for a beer?

Look, I'm trying to work

and you're asking me for charity right now,

not very cool.

Can you at least help me get fucked up?

Absolutely not.

Look, if you wanna make some money,

go down the street and fly a sign

just like all the other fucking gutterpunks.

Just get outta here, you're scaring my business away.

Some business.

In the event that you actually do make some money

and you wanna get fucked up, go to the Bar Next Door

and find a guy named Ethan.

Get outta here.

Go away, got it.

Are you fucking serious?

God...

Fuck it.

AURA: Hey, Natalee.

Hey, Nat.

Aura, now is not a good time.

What's wrong with you?

You look like you need a friend, huh?

A friend, a shower, and a gun.

Hey, sister, if you're serious, I can hook you up.

Oh yeah, which one?

After 4:00 a.m., it's all a fucking haze

and I guess you know, besides waking up this morning

and feeling the way that I felt and all the other evidence,

I just... You know.

Boots don't lie, man, I trust my boots.

I believe you.

What?

I believe you.

You've got to do something about it.

Yeah, I'll go to the cops, I'll be like,

"Hey, give me one of those free rape kits, yo."

No, fuck the cops.

Go to the Dauphine Clinic.

Um, I'm not going to the clinic, dude.

You can't or you won't?

TRENTE-SOUS: Damselles, s'il vous plaît.

- Not now! - Not now, Trente.

Either of you spare a trente-sous that

- you could live without? - Wait a second,

I thought they said that you were in the OPP.

Weren't you in the OPP?

TRENTE: OPP?

No.

OPP and I,

we came to an agreement last week.

Ha!

Have a magnifique day.

There's no evidence.

Well, you don't know that until you go to the clinic.

It doesn't matter, I've been hooking up with him.

Oh.

Well, you'll have to lie about that.

And lie about the fact that

I like to take recreational drugs on occasion.

Lie about that, too.

It is important.

Aura, I love you, dude,

but sometimes you can be a fucking retard.

I mean can't do this he-said, she-said bullshit,

you know, I have no leg.

[Indiscernible speech]

Here's some cookies!

[Overlapping speech]

Attack of the manginas!

Chips ahoy, motherfucker!

- Damn. - Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

Well, look then we get our own revenge on him, hmm?

I don't even know what happened really.

Well, you said you were sure.

Sure until I talked to you.

Well, I am sure.

I don't even know where he is.

Fine, I'll go to the stupid clinic,

'cause mommy knows best.

See you later, tits.

DEE: Hey, Nat.

- Hi. - Look at you.

Earth to Nat.

Sorry, I was just pondering about all that shady shit

that guys do that they don't tell us about.

Yeah, and I'm sure if it's important,

they'd tell us.

Dare to dream, Dee.

I'm gonna go.

Yeah, you're not going in?

No, I'm going to work.

Me too, I'm going to work.

I'm working your boyfriend's shift.

Fuck, that's right!

He follows Freddy on Wednesdays.

- Right? - Right.

Alright, see you later, Dee.

See ya later.

- I gotta... food thing.

Whatever.

You know what, fuck it.

We should just roll up on him at Czeck's,

'cause his shift starts really soon.

Oh goody!

Aura, no violence.

- Oh, come on. - Yet.

Alright, ready to do this?

Ooh boy, I would love to face him like an angry pack

of Amazon avengers.

No, no, no.

Aura, he just turns into a little fucking

titty baby bitch when he gets into work.

So listen, don't do anything crazy

unless I call for back-up.

Look him in the eyes

and then you'll know the truth, right?

Wish me luck.

[♪♪♪]

♪ Go forth and scorch

Bart?

Thank you, sir.

Hey Nat.

Ethan.

Now is not a good time.

Bart!

Goddammit, Bart.

[♪♪♪]

[Woman grunts]

[Scuffling]

Get off!

Help!

Dammit, not on my watch, people!

I don't get paid enough to wipe your dumb asses.

Um.

And don't think I'm helping your bitch ass.

What?!

[Rewind back]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, woah.

[♪♪♪]

Bobesy...

Boba, can I get my room please?

I need to get ready, I got a meeting today.

No? Okay.

Mmmm.

[♪♪♪]

[Phone vibrating]

Jesus!

[Phone continues vibrating]

Hi!

Sorry, I'm late.

WILLOW: It's about time.

Yeah, let me get that. Where do these go?

Do you know I've been having to carry these cases by myself

when I should be at the register?

Sorry, right.

So I'll just stack these.

No, just hold on, I want a quarter of your finest.

Oh yeah, sure.

Um, I got the stuff for you, you're gonna love it.

It's Blueberry Morning, it's what--

Okay, so I'm gonna dock 50 minutes off,

- 'cause you were late. - Right.

Then I'll just take the rest out of your tips.

Okay.

Uh, right, don't you mean your tips?

Right?

Seriously you know what, just put it down, put it down.

You know what, just go home.

Just go home for the day!

D-- You're not firing me though, right?

So I'll mop.

- WILLOW: You know what-- - I can mop for you.

I'll do the cups.

No, just go home!

I don't want you here!

You feel okay?

No! No, I don't!

Just go!

Alright, feel better.

- Thanks. - Bye.

Sup kids?

KARL: Uh-oh, oh.

KYLIE: The Ethanator.

- What's up, dude? - What's up?

KARL: Bout fucking time, bro.

Yeah.

KYLIE: Candy man.

KEN: Ooh, ooh.

Alright, we got Dutch Mountain kind,

Tip Of The Iceberg,

and the one with the stickers is Stank Butt.

KEN: Stank what?

Stank... butt?

It's good.

So what's the occasion for all the variety?

Oh, actually I got a meeting today with Pele.

Soccer--

The soccer player or something?

No, the drug dealer.

Oh, Paley!

- Paley. - Paley.

- Yeah. - Shit, man.

Better get your shit together, get his name right,

'cause Paley don't play.

It's like career-making stuff, like promotion stuff like,

you know like, office with a window

with a view in the corner.

That sounds great.

I knew this guy who worked at DOA though,

Big Mike, you remember Big Mike?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're gonna make a deal

and I don't remember the details.

It was something about like Big Mike was supposed

to text him like when he got to location

and a picture of Big Mike's dick got sent to Paley.

Anyway all those guys straight up disappeared, man.

This is what I've been working for.

He's gonna hook me up with that good Cali stuff.

Right, I'm hoping I'm gonna move up

to some cocaine.

And then I'll just distribute in the triangle for him,

it's all good.

Yeah.

So listen, what'd y'all want?

I don't have any money today.

Yeah I-- You never got money.

Check it, dude.

Two eighths, Stank Butt.

Here's this sticker one.

- KARL: Let's do 70. - KYLIE: 70 bucks, and--

- KARL: There ya go. - Yeah.

KARL: That's straight.

But...

Yeah.

That's square?

KYLIE: No, yeah, it's a-- it's a whole square.

Alright.

Hey, hey, what's up, man?

- Check this out. - BEATRIX: Hmm.

And it tastes like Booberry cereal.

BEATRIX: Seriously?

Yeah, I ain't feeling it.

Um, you know what I really need is like a little something

to get me through this double.

Um...

[Stuff clatters on counter]

You can have four-- well, I'll give you five for 20.

I'll tell you what, I'll take three for 10,

how's that?

ETHAN: Okay.

BEATRIX: Hmm, I'm in.

There, don't spend it all in one place.

Do you wanna like, make out or like, drink or...

Would you like to buy a drink, honey?

Can I do a shot?

- Do you wanna buy a shot? - No.

BEATRIX: Okay.

ETHAN: Do you wanna give me a shot?

Did you wanna give me some pills?

- Alright, I gotta go then. - Alright.

ETHAN: Gonna make the rounds.

- Alright, take care, honey. - ETHAN: Bye.

I just remembered I'm lactose intolerant.

You just ate half a pizza.

I like pizza.

[♪♪♪]

Oh my God.

[♪♪♪]

Hey!

You're gonna need this.

- Thank you. - Oh!

Ethan, where have you been?

Hey.

- You want some pizza? - Fuck your pizza.

You know what kind of day I've had today?

I wanted that.

Freakin', I woke up today at Bart's house,

there wasn't even fucking water, so I stole his soap.

I didn't get the work today,

fucking cops, busted up all of my shit.

Magicians, and jugglers, and all those motherfuckers

are in my spots and you know who really needs

this fucking soap is the fucking gutterpunks

who ask me for everything.

And you know, just like...

[Inhales deeply]

What the fuck are you smoking?

[Spits]

It's disgusting.

I have other--

Nah, don't worry about it just--

ETHAN: Ow!

- Don't touch my boots! - Sorry.

Do not-- Goddammit!

You know how I feel about my boots.

I know.

God, I mean, you know what, fuck it.

Uh.

Just shut up, shut up.

ETHAN: Be gentle!

You know, actually I just talked to Aura

and we're gonna go meet up, fuck shit up.

- Well? - What?

Give it to me already.

What?

You know.

Oh.

Eh, that'll do.

Oh.

Thanks.

Bye.

[Phone vibrates]

That mean anything to you?

"Fassinc for zippers"? - It looks like gibberish to me.

Yeah, me too.

Alright, I should call her.

Yo!

What up, Stove Top?

Yo, what up, Good Eats?

What's happening, baby?

I hear you got that Cannibal Kush.

Yeah.

Today's specials are, I got Blue Diesel,

I got the Himalayan Arugula, and I got the Choco-Chronic.

What the fuck, set me up with a pu-pu platter.

I'll take an eighth of each.

Okay.

Yo, I heard you got business with Paley?

Yeah, you know he's got a good hook-up

and I got the street connections,

so we're gonna figure something out.

Look, man, you're a good kid and all,

but don't go messing around upstairs, man.

Paley don't play, bro.

But this is my step up, so...

Shouldn't you be in a college or something, man?

What you wanna do with your life?

I'm doing it, dad.

I'm having fun, I like this.

I'm good at it.

You know, it's my calling.

90 bucks.

That's your calling, 90 bucks?

Man, I'm just trying to make a name for myself, you know like

if I do good at this, then I'll move up to powder,

I make some money, I get some respect,

find a nice girl, settle a little bit.

And then... you know, like Scarface.

Like you and music.

Ethan, my bass, worst-case scenario

will get me puked on.

You could end up feeding the catfish, man.

These baggies ain't even labeled, bro.

ETHAN: You can tell, that's the choco, 'cause look at that color.

Wait, look, it's labeled.

It looks like a doo-doo, man.

Sell this shit to somebody else.

Look, how much coke fits in a dime bag?

A teenth. A tenth.

An eighth?

Coke is measured in metric.

You're not a details man, man.

The details are the devil.

That's how I knew my old lady was messing around

with her manager, 'cause she kept bitching about

the little details.

When you get intimate, the little details

get under your skin and they become huge.

Like whatever, you know,

just I don't need negativity today.

This is my day, okay?

So just enjoy your weed and...

Uh... word.

- Alright, bro. - Alright.

[Inaudible conversation]

- DEE: Hey. - ETHAN: Hey baby!

Hey!

- What's up, dude? - What's up?

- I've been texting you all day. - Alright.

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Fascinator hat, I need it for my gig tonight.

This is the one the Zippers' producer is coming--

You got a gig? [Overlapping speech]

- Yeah. - Cool.

- At Bart's shift. - That's awesome.

Oh God, he's a pain, anyway--

I thought you liked Bart.

Oh yeah, well, I mean I do, I just, you know what it's like

when you've worked with somebody for too long

and then you start to notice all the little things about them

like the way they smile or the way they move their hands

when they're working on a cash register

and it's just all that weird stuff that...

It doesn't matter.

Huh.

Alright.

You're a real Oscar Wilde.

Oh my God, I got a meeting with Paley.

- Okay. - Today.

- Well, that's good. - I know.

Yay!

Okay, just don't get high.

I haven't smoked enough to be high yet.

Or, no, this is what you tell him, this is what you tell him.

You tell him that you are a salesman

and that you care about the quality of your product,

because you are also a fan of your product.

- That's good. - Right?

That's what I told Walgreens when they fired me.

It didn't work, but it should work with Paley.

- Okay? - What?

Here, I'm hungry,

I'm gonna go get something to eat.

Do you want some?

Actually yeah.

I'll see you later, muah!

My rock star girlfriend!

[♪♪♪]

You Ethan?

Uh, Paley?

Hell no, I'm Mr. Goat.

Get in.

It is such an honor to be sitting here with you.

Thank you, first of all.

And who are you?

I speak for Mr. Paley is all you need to know.

He likes you, kid, but we do have concerns.

Well, about what?

You don't need to be concerned, I'm a really hard worker,

I'm good at my job,

and I think he'll be really impressed.

You gotta worry about impressing me right now.

Right, of course.

- Sorry. - MR. GOAT: Don't say sorry.

Oh sorry.

We ain't 100% sure you're ready to "step up" as you say.

Why?

MR. GOAT: How much you sell in a day?

Sell in a day?

MR. GOAT: How much you smoke?

We get nervous when the salesman smokes more than he sells.

Well, I just-- I think it's important for a distributor

to appreciate his product much like a connoisseur

and understand what he's doing from the perspective

of a customer.

Oh, that's a really neat bike.

[Bart cries out]

Right, anyway.

Here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna hook you up with about a batch worth

- of stuff. - Okay.

I want powder.

Schwag, chronic, powder, potpourri,

you get what we decide.

You sell it, you bring us 3 grand.

3 grand.

Tomorrow.

I'll pick you up in the same corner in 24 hours.

Right, so just one day?

$3,000 that's...

Yeah, yeah.

Meeting's over.

We'll get the stuff to you.

Do you wanna know where I live or anything?

We got a guy, we call him "the Werewalrus",

he handles shipping and receiving.

Stay in the bar, he'll give you this.

Suicide king? And he just...?

That's cool.

Anyway it is a real pleasure to be working with you

and I promise I won't disappoint you,

so just please tell Mr. P,

I'm excited to be a part of the enterprise

and I just, you know, I hope to see you around.

Alright.

Hey Bart.

Just a friendly disagreement among coworkers.

Oh, hiya, Mr. Freddy.

FREDDY: I think I'm going to the Bar Next Door!

ETHAN: Sure.

Hey.

[♪♪♪]

I gotta move 3 grand whatever they bring me

by tomorrow.

Shoot, Ethan, you on it?

Yeah, it's more than I'm used to for a usual day,

but I'm gonna hustle, so yeah.

Remember Buffa's?

Yeah, yeah.

You were my manager, you got 86'd a lot.

Pretend that job was dealing and you're cashing out

for the night.

Okay, yeah.

List your sales.

Um, I started with Kylie and Karl.

Not your roommate?

Well, yeah, my roommate he's on credit.

I-- what are you writing?

♪ The time has come to open your eyes ♪

♪ The world's in trouble, no big surprise ♪

♪ Homeless people livin' on the streets ♪

Okay, time to reconcile the drawer.

Empty your pockets.

Unless you keep Benjamins wadded up like jizz rags

in your pocket, you're not even close.

Half at best.

I...

BART: Are you retarded?

Put your cash away.

Shit.

Sorry.

What's really going on, Ethan?

I just-- this is like big for me, you know?

It's like am I gonna be somebody?

Am I gonna be the shit

or am I just gonna smell like it?

You know, I feel like this is my shot!

This is gonna get you shot.

What if they're bringing bad shit or stolen shit?

Or they tell the other dealers?

Or it's good shit, but the guy's a narc, you know.

I'm not saying that's gonna happen,

but what if it's all on the level

and then tomorrow night you don't have 3 grand,

what you gonna do?

Paley don't play.

That's right.

Oh my God, oh my God!

What the fuck's the matter with you two?

I gotta to sell $3,000 worth of schwag by tomorrow.

Well, you're in the right town.

You know, I don't think that he likes me very much.

BART: I don't.

He's kind of a dick,

but when the shit goes down, he's your closest cop.

- DEE: Hey! - Ha, oh.

You came to my gig!

Come on, I wanna talk to you in the back.

Oh, okay, but I'm meeting a guy soon.

[Rock song playing on juke box]

[♪♪♪]

Bart?

Hey, Nat.

Bart!

Hey Nat.

Bart, goddammit!

Hey, Natalee.

[♪♪♪]

Bart? God--

♪ I've been down so long

[Woman grunts]

[Scuffling]

Help!

Get off, you fucking--

[Grunts] [Overlapping speech]

Not on my watch people!

I don't get paid enough to wipe your dumb asses.

Don't worry, kid.

As long as Bart the sheriff's here,

we're safe.

[Grunting]

And don't think I'm helping your bitch ass.

Get off my boyfriend!

I-- I'm sorry, I--

[Rewind back]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

No, this has to be wrong.

This has to be wrong.

This-- maybe this has this wrong, right?

This is just...

Uh.

God.

Yeah, that matters.

Whatever.

Czeck's? Really?

No, and I'm not replacing Duane.

♪ La la la la la la

♪ Hmm

[Humming]

I mean I think my influences are wide,

I mean of course you know, the traditional,

the Bonnie Raitt, Lucinda Williams, you know,

of course those amazing ladies influence me all the time,

but you know...

DJ Caterpillar on radio: It's time for the Live Wire...

[Sighs deeply]

More recently I've found a lot of my influence

just through you know, the people, I mean...

Yeah, just the people in New Orleans and everyday life

and who we find and who we are.

Okay.

Rock star.

Okay.

[Humming]

- Oh hey! - What are you doing?

- Just get out of the way. - Honey?

Hey, you look like-- what--

Well, don't leave a mess in the bathroom.

I'm going to OZ, wish me luck!

[Sniffs]

Ahh! Alright universe, here I come.

[♪♪♪]

Sorry, everything's really crazy out there.

Everything's crazy out there."

- DEE: Yeah. - Yeah.

The thing is, did you bring your time machine with you?

What are you talking about?

So you could go back to the top of my second hour

which was when you were supposed to be playing

a live set and having an interview.

Instead I play the Live Wire and then I'm sitting there

like an asshole in front of all of New Orleans.

Okay, I know, but I'm here now,

And you've got a two-hour show. - You know?

Well, "you know" doesn't count for anything.

Right now I've got somebody else in there covering up,

doing another set,

a singer/songwriter who shows up when she's supposed to.

- Okay, I'm not that late. - So that's not your--

- Come on, you have a two-hour show.

- You're not "that late"?

This is what you're not supposed to--

this is why you are a New Orleans lifer,

because you do not take this as a job.

It's a job.

Listen, I've got CDs, can you at least take my CDs?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

you got CDs, everyone's got CDs, the world has CDs.

But what I have is a radio show and there was me talking--

- Okay, okay. - Explaining you're not there.

- I'm sorry. - No, that is what--

- You're sorry? - Yeah.

- I'm sorry. - Let's go do it then.

I'm sorry this is how you let it go down.

Seriously you're ready for the big time?

Yeah, I am!

Yeah, you're gonna open for Cowboy Mouth.

DEE: I already have.

You'll be lucky if you open for Dirty Mouth, honey.

Here's your musicians.

[Bart on voicemail] It's Bart, what do you got for me?

Speak.

Bart, pick up your phone.

Well, Caterpillar totally screwed me over!

Like he's doing me some huge favor!

I played Czeck's, I played Bottom Barrel,

I've played all the crap they wanna give me.

Offbeat says I'm awesome, I've paid all my dues.

I'm in there all the time, so I don't need it.

And this whole city just craps on singers/songwriters

and his show sucks anyways.

Because I'm not 20 anymore...

If you don't play a tuba, you're nothing.

And I have dignity,

so I'm now taking the gig at Czeck's.

Sorry, I don't do "Me and Bobby McGee"

because I'm better than that.

And I don't...

You know, I mean this whole fucking city

is just so stupid.

I quit.

[Dee on voicemail] You've reached Dee with the Whole Glories,

I will try to get back to you.

If I take a little while,

it's just 'cause I'm jamming out. Thanks.

[Beep]

[Bart on voicemail] Hey Dee, I found your flyers,

there is a question mark by your name on the schedule.

You should probably come in, the sound mixer

from Squirrel Nut Zippers is actually in town right now

I think he's like checking out bands or something.

So uh-- Hey, fucko, no ferrets!

- Hi. - CLERK: Hey.

I was just wondering if I can just put 25 on this.

You know, there's a minimum, right?

I know, but the guy who's always here

usually lets me just do this and...

I'm not that guy.

You can add another zero.

Well, I can't, that's kinda the point.

I can only do this, so...

Do I look like the zero fairy?

No.

Uh no, no,

okay, clearly not, then, I'll just take this back.

Do that.

Hey, sorry.

Oh my God!

Are you Dee from the Whole Glories?

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

My husband and I saw you last week

at the Right Bayou Festival

and we just thought you were delightful.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, Dee-lightful!

[Both laugh]

"Dee."

Yeah.

But I love that festival,

we play it all the time, it's really great.

- It's a good one-- - Oh you are so talented.

- Thank you. - Oh.

That's sweet, that's really sweet.

My stars, I think I bought both of your CDs.

My husband was fit to be tied,

but you know who wears the pants around here.

Oh actually I have more than two CDs,

I have five.

So-- and I think I have them with me.

Never mind.

I mean-- oh, I have a gig tonight.

You should come to my gig tonight.

- Oh, I will. - Yeah, yeah.

Say um, you want a toot?

Okay, I totally shouldn't be doing this.

Wooh! Rock and roll!

I saw Phish at Jazz Fest!

- You're the best. - Thank you.

- That's really sweet. - TEXAN DANCER: Oh.

Um, so you should come to my gig later,

it's at Czeck's.

It's at 6:00 p.m., it's gonna be awesome.

It's gonna be really, really great.

All my friends are gonna be so jealous,

I partied with a rock star!

Oh, she's gone.

OFF-SCREEN VOICE: Hey, check it out, okay?

How can you tell a trombone player's kid

at the playground?

So I don't need radio play,

I don't need to be played on the radio,

I have grassroots support and I have word-of-mouth

and that's all you need.

That's what the internet says. I saw a TED Talk.

STOVEY: One... one tourist, Dee.

DEE: From Houston.

You know, that's a big deal, Houston has no culture,

so the fact that we like got in there

and like they're listening to us.

So what are you thinking?

Give the people what they want and they want me,

so I'm taking the gig at Czeck's.

- Czeck's? - DEE: Yeah.

Czeck's, Jesus Christ!

- DEE: What? - I quit, Dee.

You can't quit.

No, come on, the band's about to take off.

I need you, man.

Why should I work for tips

when all my other gigs are at Tip's?

Quitting's for quitters!

So I mean, what about the guys, what about Ankles?

Dee, the band is just you and whoever else you can get

to sit in with you.

Okay.

Stovey, look at me.

I'm gonna be a mother. - STOVEY [laughs]

No, come on!

Dee, I got a family, too.

When it comes down to it, Dee, it's just Czeck's... Czeck's.

- No. - I hang my hat.

I'm--

Czeck's, Jesus Christ.

No.

Hey, no, no, you can't quit.

You can't!

You can't just-- No, no!

I'm gonna be a mom

and we're talking about coffee and health

and I'm in my fourth day of my cleanse

and I just feel awkward,

'cause it's that emotional cleansing.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

DEE: Fine, he wants a better gig, I'll get him a better gig.

I just don't have time for this, we're swamped right now,

our barback quit tonight.

Why don't you try, you know, the Barrel Bottom.

Look, I know, times are hard on everybody,

uh, I'm just not hiring any new musicians right now.

I mean it's not you, it's your music, right?

I mean you should come back maybe when you draw.

Huh?

[♪♪♪]

- TRENTE: Pardon, Madame. - Hey, Serge.

Hey.

Could you perhaps spare to trente-sous

that you could live without?

I don't know what that means.

Oh.

Oh, I mean do you want a bump?

I--

Madame, Serge does not bump.

Okay.

You have a marvelous day.

You too.

MATT: Alright, y'all, America's Next Talent

is coming to town!

Sign up today, sign up today!

- Ma'am? - Don't--

Why does everyone keep calling me, "Ma'am"?

Wait!

Woah... Oh shit.

What's up, sis?

What are you doing? Give me--

I'm working, alright, I'm working.

- What are you-- - Step off!

America's Next Talent, y'all.

[Sniffs] What are you-- what?

You been smoking?

You smell like schwag, you smell really bad.

Look, I had to sell a little bit.

You're on probation!

I had to, man, I need the money.

- [Grunts] - Look.

You shouldn't be doing it, it's wrong anyway.

Man, your boyfriend sells drugs.

And that's different.

And it's not okay anyway.

Alright, look, so... my girl's pregnant.

That's wonderful.

It ain't.

Look, she Catholic, Dee, she gonna keep it,

and I can't-- I mean I'm working eight shifts

down at the ferry docks.

I'm staying out here, I passing out fucking flyers,

I'm working at my petty cab every day,

I ain't got no plans, I got no prospects.

At least you have each other.

Right?

Yeah, you right.

She my only ho.

That's sweet.

But I mean, Dee, look,

I mean we only been together a couple months.

I don't know where this is going.

Last time she cheated on me.

Yeah, but she cheated on you for revenge,

'cause you cheated on her.

And you did it with Mercedes.

Yeah.

- Yeah, but Mercedes was-- - I don't wanna know--

- Dat ass tho. - You're my brother,

there's things I don't wanna know about you.

No, look, you're right, alright.

I'm a piece of shit, I get it.

Look, you're the only one of us that got out, you know.

No, come on.

You're the only one of us who's got a shot.

Dad's gonna straight up disown my ass

when he finds out about that kid.

Don't tell him nothing, don't tell him you talked to me.

No, I don't talk to him anyway, so it's fine.

And don't worry.

Hey, look, Dee... look make us proud, alright?

Yeah, okay, I will.

Alright.

I love you.

Okay.

I gotta go to work.

Okay.

Stay out of trouble.

- I'll try. - No, I'm not kidding,

I don't have bail money this time.

America's Next Talent, y'all, we coming to town!

Sign up today!

[Horse clopping in distance]

[♪♪♪]

[Ethan on voicemail] Talk into your phone box and then I'll listen to it...

in the future.

Hey Ethan, uh...

Call me back when you get this, but I just wanted to...

Look, I'm pregnant.

And I um... And I don't know if it's yours,

because I've been having an affair with Bart.

And I know I'm a horrible person.

And I know I don't deserve you.

So just-- you know, I think maybe we,

we should keep it.

I mean we can raise it together and we can maybe have a family.

And...

I don't know... I think it'd be okay.

Only two seconds?

You gotta be kidding me.

- NAT: Hey, Dee. - Hey.

Guess what, I'm fucking broke, do you got any money?

Yeah, that's very funny.

NAT: Yeah, you know, men suck.

Sure, sometimes, but "the world must be peopled."

Don't remind me.

Going in?

No, I'm going to work.

Still working those shitholes, huh?

Yeah, the same shitholes as Bart.

Gotta go!

See you later.

- I got this thing. - Eating--

I haven't eaten yet, sandwich, I need shrimp.

[♪♪♪]

DEE: Hey!

Can I just charge my phone for a while?

I just need to check my messages.

Here you go.

Thank you.

[Woman on voicemail] Hello, I've got wonderful news, you've won a fabulous--

[Bart on voicemail] Hey Dee, I found your flyers,

there is a question mark by your name on the schedule,

you should probably come in, the sound mixer

from Squirrel Nut Zippers is actually in town right now,

I think he's like checking out bands or something.

Oh yay.

- [Bart on voicemail] So uh-- -Yay!

Oh yay, yay, yay, yay!

Good, yes!

Looks like good news.

Yeah, you know how with the universe,

you're supposed to do this whole thing

where you let it go, right,

and if it comes back, then it's meant to be?

I just did that with my career.

God... Smitty!

Uh, muah!

My favorite axe man.

Hey, uh, when you're done with this gig,

do you want to come play a gig at Czeck's with me?

Sure, you're still playing with Stovey?

Oh, he's too good for Czeck's, so you know.

It's standard pay, right?

Oh, there is a scout coming from the Squirrel Nut Zippers.

It's a sound guy, he's in town checking everybody out.

- Scouting, huh? - Yeah.

A-Team, A game.

Give papa some love.

[Dee laughs]

Yay, okay.

And I need my hat.

And I can't have kids.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

♪ You could walk like a pimp with a tight shoe limp ♪

♪ There would be slim chances of competition ♪

[♪♪♪]

Yes.

[♪♪♪]

Fuck it, hazards.

Five minutes, sorry.

- God. - GUTTERFEMME: Hey lady.

I'll help you with your stuff if you buy me a beer.

No, thank you.

No, that-- I'm fine.

[Car horn in background]

Just watch my stuff.

GUTTERPUNK: Yeah we got it.

[Indistinct chatter in background]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm just sitting here for like five minutes.

You don't have to do that.

Quotas, honey, it's Bayou Festival week.

No, that was last week.

I played that festival, I'm the band,

I'm loading in here anyway.

No, that was Festival of the Bayou.

A dollar for a beer, come on!

You don't have any problem with these... people.

She ain't parked bad.

[Indistinct chatter in distance]

[Rock song playing in background]

Dee.

Why didn't you answer any of my calls this morning?

Everybody's busting my balls today, just, just--

Okay, but where were you this morning?

I'm working.

I didn't even go home, passed out at the Bar Next Door.

You should have called.

I gave you the squirrel's nuts!

[Rock song playing in background]

What's his problem?

Sorry, we exist, Bart.

Sorry, hi.

Hi, sorry, I'm late, the traffic was really bad

and then a cop wouldn't let me park and then ugh!

You know.

Alright, I'm gonna go freshen up for the producer.

Bye, I'll see you soon.

SMITTY: Okay, take your time.

ETHAN: Oh hey, babe.

[Song playing on juke box]

Um--

Yeah.

- Do you... - Look, I can't.

I might be pregnant

and if it's yours I think I wanna keep it.

And I mean rock stars can have families too, right?

Sorry, "if"?

My point is I don't wanna do anything,

but if you wanna do something, then I need $200.

Paley needs $3,000 from me

or I'm gonna wash up on the River Walk.

Right.

Right.

[Sighs]

Never mind, I'm sure the band will spot me.

[Sniffs]

[Indistinct chatter in background]

Okay, so this is what I wanna talk to you guys about.

The producer of the Squirrel Nut Zippers is coming,

so we got all our A game, right?

We can get off the WWOZ

and on to something much bigger, right?

Outta New Orleans.

Mumbles, you gotta stay on beat tonight.

Sometimes you really just like get a little behind me

and I don't need that tonight.

Ankles, none of that chitlin shit, right?

Thank you.

You're gonna be great, Ankles, alright.

And then Smitty, just remember we're not a jam band.

Right, four bars, not 20, okay.

Okay, bro.

You play really good, I just wanna... you know.

Okay, okay.

Let's get professional.

Okay, alright.

[Smitty coughs]

MUMBLES: Is that that brickweed from Kylie?

Wait, you got that from one of Ethan's customers

and not Ethan?

- Ethan sold that to Kylie? - Yeah.

That's fucked up.

Got some pills from the bartender

at the Bottom of the Barrel, you want some?

They're minty.

No, no.

Got it, thanks.

[Card machine beeps]

[Indistinct chatter in background]

Bart?

Hey Nat.

So I wanna start with Down So Long,

because I always mess up the second line,

so I kinda wanna get it out of the way

and it's a good, easy flow for the crowd to get into.

- SMITTY: Y'all ready? - DEE: Ready.

MUMBLES: Un, deux, trois...

Bart!

Goddammit, Bart!

♪ And I've been down so long

[Grunts]

[Scuffling]

NAT: Get off, you goddam thief!

[Overlapping speech]

Dammit!

I don't get paid enough to wipe your dumb asses.

♪ The whiskey

[Scuffling in background]

Get the hell off my boyfriend!

Oh Bart, I'm sorry, I didn't--

Oh hey, baby.

Oh my God.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Rewind back]

I'm awake.

Ah, fuck!

[Country song playing in background]

Owe you anything, Pete?

Goodnight.

Hey Nat!

Nat?

Bart!

I'm right here, fucker!

Where have you been?

Fuck. Fuck!

Grab my ass, you pussy.

The girls at the bar got me riled!

- You wanna go? - Fuck yeah, I wanna go.

- You ready to go? - I'm ready to go.

Mhmm?

- You asshole. - Mhmm.

You cheat.

Oh!

[Nat coughing]

BART: Shit.

Really?

Suck on a Skittle, seriously.

Why don't you suck on a Skittle?

Come on, down that shit.

Hurry, come on, come on, come on.

You're so in a rush.

No, not gonna work.

Here, wrap that shit up.

You see Dee today?

Fuck Dee.

I'm gonna fuck you.

Nat?

Stop fucking around, come on.

Hey, hey!

No, come on, Nat?

Nat?

Ugh, stinky ass

shit-kickers.

Nat?

Ugh!

I am too fucking nice.

Nat?

Ah, it's fucking day.

Really?

Really!

It's gonna be one of those days.

[Phone vibrating]

Oh Freddy, what have you done to my bar?

Ugh!

Oh please.

Come on.

Ah.

[Drag queens cheering]

[Overlapping speech] Damn.

Damn, what do we got here?

Are you serious?

Move your car, fuckos.

SIDEKICK QUEEN: What's happening, baker man.

I gotta go, come on, move.

You're not going nowhere, hot cha.

The fuck have you been?

- Where have you been? - Yeah, where's he been--

I have to get to work.

I have a job, I'm asking nicely.

You got a job?

Pleas--

SIDEKICK QUEEN: Ooh, he makes money.

Do you want my fist in your ass?

You don't talk to me like that, I'm a lady.

That's not an offer, okay?

Don't talk to her like that, she will fuck you up.

Okay, alright, seriously though--

- He might need the powder. - BACKSEAT QUEEN: Yeah.

He might need some powder!

Want some powder, baby?

Some of the good stuff?

Powder?

What are we talking?

Hmm, it's very--

SIDEKICK QUEEN: You can't handle this shit.

Here's what, right here, baby.

[Laughing]

BACKSEAT QUEEN: That better work.

[Overlapping speech]

And got a powder baby.

Who looks like the baker now, motherfucker, chips ahoy!

That's right, see ya later, bitch.

SIDEKICK QUEEN: Fuck you!

Freddy, I'm gonna need another ten.

- Hey, what, what are you doing? - Just get out of the way.

DEE: Honey?

Hey, I'm going to OZ, you should wish me luck.

Ah, it's hot!

Oh, mmm!

Yeah, yeah.

Huh?

Fine, I'll put out your flyers.

Come on!

Fuck!

[Screeching]

The sign says "15 feet back", asshole!

BART: Fuck!

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

BART: Fuck!

[Grunting]

Hey, is that coke in your nose?

I'm calling the cops!

[Horse neighs]

[Grunts]

Hey, Bart, man, hey, Bart.

Bro, check this out, man.

I was just down at the restaurant,

- I was-- - I don't know--

Jimbo from the Squirrel Nut Zippers!

Squirrel Nut Zippers and my name's--

I will shit on you! Move, move!

- Squirrel, that's funny, right? - BART: Stop it.

JIMBO: I mean where are you going?

BART: Stop talking!

JIMBO: Come on, man, what happened to you, man?

What's that stain all over you, bro?

[Grunts]

Shit, shit!

Shit!

[Screams]

God, it's cold!

[Sighs]

[Loud rock music playing in bar]

[Cheering loudly]

[Slamming machine]

[People fighting and shouting]

[Machine making noises]

"Do you wanna go for a walk in downtown Rome?"

They said, "You can't do that, Nero."

Freddy?

"You burned the town down last Wednesday."

Excuse me a minute.

Freddy, what the fuck is going on?

Hey, Bart, what's going on?

Check it out, magic trick.

[Laughs]

- Just kidding. - It's cute.

That's cute.

What the fuck!

What-- Oh shit.

Well, I called you, 'cause, man-- the band, they got here,

they were fucked up from last night

and these kids were horsing around

and I started to get really uptight.

I'm alright now.

But they started getting uptight

and there was a lot of conflict going on.

And you know, it was bad juju,

it was like hurting everybody inside.

You know what I mean?

So I called you, but that was like two hours ago.

You suck.

And I thought you might help me with the crowd control

and we could split the tips.

Come on!

- No, dude. - What?

- Give me the key. - What?

- The key! - Okay, okay.

- Give it here. - You got it, alright.

You got it done, I'm taking my shift early.

- Shit, okay. - Go.

Okay, I'm go get fucked.

No, you're gonna clean that shit up.

[People shouting in distance]

What the hell?

GUTTERPUNKS: Hey, you!

[Stampede sounds]

BART: Fuck, ah!

Ah!

Fucking punks!

TRENTE: Oh monsieur!

Oh.

- What the fuck! - Get off me, dude.

Do you perhaps have trente-sous that you could live without?

You okay?

Were you mugged by them?

No, I'm straight.

It's...

OFFICER DOUVERT: Well, well.

Ma'am, I'm just the manager of this establishment

and there was a commotion,

I came back to see what was going on.

Looks like it's just not your night.

Up against the wall, come on.

Give me your other hand.

Thank you.

Look, we don't want your kind here, alright?

Clean up your act, this is a law-abiding establishment.

Thank you, officer.

We honor your kind, your hard work, thank you.

OFFICER DOUVERT: Come on, loosen 'em up.

Finally something goes my way.

OFFICER DOUVERT: Alright, keep walking, keep walking.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

BART: What have I told you, hit the road already.

Leave me a bowl.

[Flushes toilet]

Ugh.

Aargh!

We got an upper decker.

Again?

Let me see your phone.

Why do you have flour on your ear?

Gay mafia attack.

[Freddy laughs]

Hey Dee, so I found your flyers.

There is a question mark by your name on the schedule...

[♪♪♪]

And she said, "Time to kiss my ass."

And I said, "Okay".

Jesus, Freddy!

Excuse me.

Can I get a moment of peace today?

- Showtime! - BART: No, no.

BART: Hey, God no.

Freddy, don't.

- No. - MAN 2: Yeah, yeah!

You gotta go out. Go, go, out, out, out!

- 86'd, come on! - FREDDY: For how long?

BART: I don't know, forever, next shift.

Whatever the fuck, get the fuck out!

I'm going to the Bar Next Door.

[Coughs]

Hey Ethan, how's business?

Hello, Mr. Freddy.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

You're in the right town.

Dee.

Why didn't you answer any of my calls this morning?

Everybody's busting my balls today, just-- just...

Okay, but where were you this morning?

I-- I'm working.

I didn't even go home, I passed out

at the Bar Next Door.

You should've called.

I gave you the squirrel's nuts!

[Rock song playing on juke box]

DEE: This is what I wanna talk to you about, alright.

The producer of...

Be on our best...

How 'bout a Pabst?

I thought Ankles was bad.

BART: You get ice.

High Life.

[♪♪♪]

NAT: Bart?

Bart!

- Ready? - MUMBLES: Un, deux, trois...

[♪♪♪]

♪ I've been down so long

[Grunts]

[Scuffling]

Get them--

- Get off! - Who are you?

Help!

[Scuffling]

You goddamn thief!

[Old man grunting] - The Werewalrus!

Dammit!

Not on my watch, people!

I don't get paid enough to wipe your dumb asses.

Get the hell off my boyfriend!

Goddammit, where-- where the fuck...

[Grunts]

Hey!

AURA: Look him in the eyes and then you'll know the truth.

Anyone who took any of my money, give it the fuck back.

Now!

[Bart grunts]

Where the fuck are you, Aura?

Werewalrus.

[Indistinct shouting]

Hi, sorry about all this.

It's just, working all the kinks out.

But the band and I just started

and we've got--

we're gonna play a few more songs and then I--

Look, I got the card.

We're talking, that's fine.

Can you-- He's just mad.

I'm not, I'm not gonna be--

This is the guy.

DEE: Yeah, I know, this is the guy.

This is the guy with the deal, so...

The guy I was telling-- just 'cause we're doing a deal.

See this is the guy that I was telling you about--

ETHAN: You look just like I thought you would look.

Timeout, I'm hardly prepared to make any kind of deal.

I just bought this magazine on the corner for $2

and apparently it's free in every bar in the city.

I'm just trying to locate the Stray Cat Jazz Bar.

Stray Cat Jazz Bar?

- ETHAN: Yeah, we heard-- - DEE: Yeah.

- Um that's-- - ETHAN: That's the sign--

Just take a left out the door.

That's the one with-- they have a sign

and it has like a--

With a cat.

It's two blocks that way, cat on the right.

That way?

Thank you, no thank you.

What did you do, you freaked him out,

you scared him off.

Okay, well, then go get him.

Wait, what were you talking about?

- That's the guy! - ETHAN: That's the guy I was--

You trashed-- you trashed my bar.

Now hold on, I was accosted.

DEE: I was trying to break it up, I didn't mean anything--

You cold-cocked me for this little dickweed?

DEE AND ETHAN: Hey!

Well you out of all people have no right to talk to anybody

like that, you lowlife piece of shit scumfuck!

What? You're a psycho!

You're a liar and a fucking rapist

and I'm gonna tell this whole fucking bar

- until you admit it. - DEE: Woah, woah, okay.

Don't talk to my boyfriend like that.

He fucking raped me last night after I passed out.

Um, I'm your boyfriend.

Okay, you homeless bitch, this is--

I let you crash on my sofa, this is how you repay me?

Don't be such an entitled fucking creep,

just because I live on your couch doesn't mean

I'm less of a human than you are!

Wait, you're homeless? That's so cool.

Okay, you timeout, alright?

You have no right to be here, you got no job, no life,

no proof of anything!

Check your fucking facts, motherfucker,

because you took my fucking boots off.

Oh.

Oh, and you know what that means, don't you,

you little punk ass?

DEE: Ethan?

I-- I--

Okay, just wait a minute.

Weren't you doing him anyway?

It doesn't even fucking matter.

Hey, you know what, look, everybody, shut up,

get out of my fucking bar!

Starting with you.

Take your little boyfriend and before you go

give me back my cash or I'm calling the fucking cops!

No need to call the fucking cops.

Finally, a cop when I need one.

Officer, I--

I found this driver's license outside.

Anybody in here a "Maya Liebenthal"?

GUTTERFEMME: That's mine!

It was stolen along with my credit cards

and iPhone.

Of course she has an iPhone.

Anybody forget their briefcase?

Briefcase?

It's mine.

Okay, well, get your shit, man.

You can't leave things around, this is New Orleans.

BART: Officer, I'm the manager, if I can explain--

NAT: What is this?

BART: What are you doing?

Oh, "Maya Liebenthal"!

What the fuck?

I want this pig fucker arrested.

Do you have proof?

Check the balance.

BART: Alright, this is bullshit.

It's a misunderstanding, okay.

Where'd you get that money from, Bart,

why don't you tell the officer?

Okay, look, officer, arrest her and arrest her.

No, officer, you've been--

OFFICER DOUVERT: Uhuh, back up!

We've been having issues with the credit card machine.

Overdrawn by $2,500 all from this bar today.

That credit-into-cash scam didn't work out too well for ya,

- did it? - Put 'em out.

- BART: What? - Wrists!

- Are you serious? - Yeah, come on.

Look, I'm the manager around here, I--

If I'm taken, there's no one to run this bar, officer.

It's a business establishment.

- EVERYONE: [Together] Freddy! -Hey, what's going on here?

Freddy, can you work Bart's shift now?

Yeah, why not?

Shut up, Dee.

Nobody likes you, okay.

You're not playing any more gigs here!

Officer, I--

Okay, I'm uh--

I'm pressing charges.

Officer, I'm a pillar of this community.

Officer, I'm a pillar!

Okay. Uh, we need to make $200.

Alright, uh, hi, ladies and gentlemen.

As always it is exciting in New Orleans,

so our next song is gonna be a little tribute,

it's gonna be Me and Bobby McGee.

Alright, hit it.

Feel free to leave something.

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Can anybody tell me

what the fuck just happened here?

Hey.

Now that shenanigans are sorted, a shot of Jameson

to seal the deal.

On the house for you, babe.

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Is this normal?

It's okay for a Wednesday.

Mmmm.

I'm gonna check my laundry.

I wonder if they need a barback.

ANKLES: Hey, what for we stopping, cher?

DEE: Guys, that's not how the song goes.

SNEAKY PETE AND THE FENS: 1, 2, 3, 4!

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