Original subtitles

[jazzy hip-hop music]

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- ? All I know is my mama ?

? All I know is my kin ?

? All I know is my family ?

? Burn the city down back then ?

? Gave the Lord my troubles ?

? God, forgive me my sins ?

? But when it comes to my family ?

? Burn the city down back then ?

? Turn the lights off ?

? Ain't no business, ain't no business ?

? Unless the family's in it, ain't no business ?

? Ain't no business, unless the family's in it ?

? Turn the lights off ?

? ?

[both moaning]

[both moaning]

[phone ringing]

- Fuck this phone.

Oh, fuck that phone.

- [moaning]

[suspenseful music]

? ?

[moaning]

- 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?

[funky music]

? ?

- ? Turn up for the team ?

? We live in a dream ?

? We don't need a reason ?

? We just need the green ?

? ?

? Once you pick sides ?

? You can't change it ?

? Hope you decide ?

? To choose one more team ?

? These family ties ?

? You can't break it ?

? Turn up for the team ?

? Turn up for the team ?

? ?

- 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.

[laughter] - 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.

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- 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.

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- 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.

[tense music]

- Cheers.

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- Get your side.

? ?

- This way.

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- 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.

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[funky music]

- ? Pick it up now ?

? Pick it up now ?

? Pick it up now ?

? Pick it up now ?

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? Pick it up now ?

? Pick it up now ?

? Pick it up now ?

? Pick it up now ?

? ?

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

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

- ? Back it up girl ?

? ?

- 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.

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- 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.

[laughter]

- 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.

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- 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.

[gunshot]

[laughs]

- 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.

[sobbing]

- It's good doing business with you.

Saint, give the man his check.

- Take the check, Red.

- [laughs]

Now, get the fuck out of my club.

[laughs]

- No!

No!

[gunshot]

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- 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--

[gunshot]

Clean this shit up.

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- 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?

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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?

- [scoffs]

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.

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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.

[funky music]

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- 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?

[laughs]

- 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.

[laughs]

- 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.

- [moaning]

- Oh, damn.

- Come on. - Yes, baby.

Yes.

[tense music]

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[phone buzzes]

- Yeah, Mama?

- So how much did it cost us?

- [sighs]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[tense music]

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- [chuckling]

- 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.

[laughter]

Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.

[laughter]

Ooh.

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[doorbell rings]

- [knocking]

[clears throat]

- 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.

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- [clears throat]

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- 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.

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- [laughs]

- 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.

- [sighs]

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.

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- My love, I'm so sorry.

- Fuck.

- ? It's a beautiful world ?

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?

[laughter]

- 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--

- [screaming] 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.

[upbeat music]

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[elevator dings]

- 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.

[funky electronic music]

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- 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.

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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.

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[birds chirping]

- 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.

[funky music]

- 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.

[tense music]

- 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.

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- 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.

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- Thank you.

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- Morning. - Oh.

Morning.

- [laughs]

- 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.

- [sighs]

- 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.

[upbeat funky music]

? ?

- ? Turn up for the team ?

? We livin' a dream ?

? We don't need a reason ?

? We just need the cream ?

? ?

- How y'all doing?

Yo.

- Good.

- ? Once you pick sides ?

? You can't change it ?

? Hope you decide ?

- 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.

[laughter]

- 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.

- [laughs] 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.

[tense music]

- 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.

- ? Turn the lights off ?

? Bump with it, come on ?

? Move with it, come on ?

? Rock with it, come on ?

? Rock with it, come on ?

? Wiggle with it ?

? Come on ?

? Get down, right on ?

? All I know is my mama ?

? All I know is my kin ?

? All I know is my family ?

? Burn the city down back then ?

? Gave the Lord my troubles ?

? Lord, forgive me my sins ?

? But when it comes to my family ?

? Burn the city down ?

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