So you say his car is missing as well?
His truck, a Dodge Ram.
I Xeroxed a copy of the registration.
Is your husband distraught?
Or have you sensed any change in his demeanor?
Well, he was...
No. I mean, he was trying to finish a book.
He's a writer.
So there was some stress there,
but, well, nothing that I hadn't...
He have any business on the West Bank? Algiers, Gretna maybe?
Any reason whatsoever to take the ferry to Algiers Point?
No, I don't know of anything.
What?
What have you heard?
A fella on the ferry two days ago gets over to Algiers Point,
tells the operator over there he shared a smoke with a big man.
Watches the guy walk towards the front of the boat,
turns around a second later, big guy is gone.
Now, he didn't see anyone go in the water,
but he didn't see the big man get off the boat in Algiers either.
The truck.
Was there a blue Dodge left on the ferry?
- No, ma'am. - In any event,
given this report from the ferry and the fact that your husband hadn't come home,
I'm gonna run a photo by the fella that made the report,
see if he makes some kind of identification.
If it was my husband and he didn't get off in Algiers,
he could have just gone back to Canal Street.
- Round-trip joyride. - Yes, ma'am.
He could have easily gone back in the ferry and rode to the East Bank.
You're absolutely correct.
You'll pardon me for this, but your husband...
Could he have another girl? Somebody on the side?
No, it's not that.
He drink? Take medications?
No, and he quit smoking years ago,
so that also doesn't match this man on the ferry.
All right. Of course we'll run a check on the credit cards
and see if there are any new charges.
Yeah. Well, we'll be in touch, and you be sure to call if you hear anything, huh?
Hopefully he'll be back here soon enough.
Davis, you are unrelenting.
Mother, let me read you from last month's OffBeat.
To quote, "With the possible exception of 5th Ward Weebie's
"new bounce classic, Fuck Katrina,
"McAlary has, with his four-song offering,
"produced the most wonderfully sarcastic political commentary since the storm.
"His savage version of the Smiley Lewis standard Shame, Shame, Shame
"is worth the price of the EP alone."
I have no idea what a bounce classic is, darling.
You don't wanna know.
Mother, I am not asking you guys to do all that much more than I'm willing to do myself.
Look. $2,200. That is my stake in this. Cash on the barrel.
- 2,200? - He's dealing drugs.
What? No.
That much cash coming out of his pocket?
- The boy is dealing drugs. - I will have you know, Melba,
this is payment for the sales of my last record. And you know what?
I've actually netted more than $4,000 over the past two months.
4,000? Well, what happened to the rest of the money?
I... I had expenses.
Look. For a full-length CD,
I'm looking at studio time, plus I gotta pay musicians.
- When I'm done with that I gotta put... - How much? How much?
With pressing costs, maybe 7 to 8,000.
I'll get your father to match your 2,200.
- But that won't be enough. - Then get a job.
Yeah, you're right.
What is that you're about to put in your mouth?
- For real, what is that? - I'm not sure.
Yellowtail, I think. Yellowtail?
- Hamachi. - Hamachi. Right.
You wanna get up in some of this?
Naw. Antoine Batiste is strictly a cooked-fish-eating motherfucker.
- You sure? - Hell yeah. You've gotta roll that shit in batter
and drop it in some grease before you talk to me, bro.
Some tempura for my man here.
- Temp-what? - Sit, bro.
- I called you for a reason. - All right.
Pick.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Toussaint? - Yeah, a tribute gig
to all that old-school R&B from Cosimo's shop.
Irma, Lloyd Price. The man want a few days of rehearsal.
Gig's Sunday. Invitation only.
- Suit and tie thing. - How much?
Thousand a man.
Baby!
Yeah.
What was in the other hand?
Little Feat, two nights at the House of Blues.
Rock band looking for a full horn section the same weekend.
- I can't do both, can I? - Bless you, brother.
Look, man. Just kill the gig. I told Toussaint he was covered.
Oh, yeah.
New Orleans style.
Where the hot sauce?
OK, OK, I'm here.
Why did you call me? And who fixed your roof?
- He did. - Where did you get money for materials?
- Saved up. - That couldn't have been much profit for you.
I didn't do it for the money.
Here's the deal, Riley. I'm gonna drop my legal case against you,
and then you're gonna help Mr. Reyes here.
You're gonna fix up that second truck, then I'm gonna pick out my own crew
and go out roofing under your license.
What you say, partner?
- Thanks, ma'am. - No, thank you.
The least you could do, Riley, is buy the young man a beer or two.
All right.
Nothing?
Hey, Pop.
Yeah, that's pretty.
All right.
Gonna need some more blue beads. Call your sister.
- She might still be down at the store. - All right.
- Hey, what happens if we don't finish? - We always get finished.
Yeah, except for when we don't.
Then we pull out the glue gun, put it to the damn fabric and make do.
No glue gun. I'm old-time Indian.
We're gonna have Chief, Spy and Flag ready to roll.
Yeah, Ronnie gonna run Flag. I'm gonna run Spy.
Strange times. I ain't run Spy since Delmond came up.
Even if you hadn't have been arrested, y'all wouldn't have been ready for Mardi Gras.
Not true. I'm always working on my suit till time run out.
- No doubt, Chief. - Always more to do to be the most pretty.
Always gotta make one year's suit prettier than the last one.
If it was easy, everybody'd be Indian.
Look who came up the street when I was ringing her.
- Hey, Davina. - We need more blue beads.
And some black thread, a couple of them.
And what a man gotta do to get some lunch?
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Lunch sounds like a good idea.
Come here, baby. Come here, baby.
Darius, go help Davina gather lunch for everybody.
I swear. Next year, come Mardi Gras, I'm-a stay in Houston.
Hey, people from Houston don't even say that shit.
Sure don't!
So what can you do to make the money?
Get a job.
This is a mistake.
What?
New York, you.
Well, we'll see, won't we?
Don't go.
Why not?
- We're good together. - Christ, Davis.
That was the moment where you were supposed to say that you love me,
you can't live without me and if I stay, we'll live happily ever after.
Did you want me to say that?
Fuck, no. I just wanted to see your face when I said it.
Oh, God.
I don't know how I'm gonna sell this place
or who I'm going to sell it to, the way it is right now.
No walls, no... downstairs electric. Blue tarp on the roof.
It's a walkaway.
Hey, give me one last day.
- What? - One day to convince you not to leave.
- This is not about you, Davis. - I know that, but I want a day.
To do what?
- Hard to write a song, huh? - You ever try?
I'm just a player. I don't even sing, really.
- I've heard you sing. - Just a little bit of harmony is all.
Well, it's in me. It's gotta come out.
I mean, sometimes a song just...
pisses you off until you can find it and you write it down.
I don't know. I think I'd be embarrassed to sing anything I wrote.
Why?
Lucinda Williams is gonna be at Tip's tomorrow night.
- You ever seen her? - Not live, no.
I love the Car Wheels album.
You wanna go?
Not a date, missy. Just some music.
If we make enough in the square today, sure. Why not?
That's all I got for you. It rhymes, anyway.
It was past Chalmette, almost to English Turn.
- A tug captain called it in. - You're lucky it wasn't longer.
This time of year, a body will sometimes stay down a week or more.
- What I meant was... - Mama?
Go upstairs, honey.
I'll be with you in a minute.
- All right. - OK.
Call us in the morning. We'll deal with everything that is.
No!
Holy fuck.
Hey.
- I know this dude. - Who?
Guy fell off the ferry and drowned in the river.
I taught his daughter some piano. His wife is my lawyer.
Oh, God.
I know him too. That's Cray.
Toni's husband. Oh, God.
How do you fall off a ferry?
- Poor wife. - Daughter too.
This town.
- Don't say that. - What?
You'll see. Your day begins tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? Why not today? - The day requires a plan
and I'm putting that plan into effect.
Davis has a plan.
Thank you, Miss Williams.
Sounds like every motherfucker up in there is spinning.
- Everyone got the charts? - Yes, sir.
All the pages?
These are the original arrangements you're looking at.
- Hey, man. - What's happening?
- You getting a suit made for you? - Horns are, bro.
We're gonna do that old-school thing, like some harvest gold tuxes or some shit.
- Harvest gold? - Yeah.
Let's try blue sharkskin, black lapel.
I'm trying to move you all up in class here.
I always wanted to do a gig like this, Mr. Toussaint.
Well, now you are. But first things first. Let's get the music down.
Up first will be the legendary Mr. Price.
That's the piece where I'll play the first chord in D-flat on the piano,
the horns will come in on the six,
then on the two twice, the one, the major seven,
back up to one and we're off.
- Are you ready, Lloyd? - Let's do it, boss. I'm ready to go.
Everybody.
The public records request on the Danzinger Bridge incident can wait.
There's no deadline on those.
But you might have a hearing later in the week in the Jefferson Parish jail suit.
Ask for a postponement,
but it's Judge Portis, so he might stiff you.
- When he hears the reason... - And... Oh, God.
And the Brooks thing.
His sister needs to agree to a second autopsy.
She's resistant, but it's the only way we'll ever...
Toni, stop. Just stop.
I'm gonna go over every file. I'm not gonna let anything slip. I promise.
None of this is important to you right now. None of it.
- How's Sofia? - Still sleeping. Thank God.
She cried until dawn.
I just don't understand how... he...
My mom's flying in from St. Pete today, and she'll come straight from the airport.
If Sofia wakes before then, tell her to call me.
Of course, go. Do what you need to do. I'm right here.
It's just for a week or two. She's coming in from Seattle
and it's really her apartment, I'm just subletting.
- It's cool. Don't worry about it. - I like having you here though, you know.
As soon as she clears out, you can come back.
You don't have to go back to Sonny.
If you don't want to, I mean.
- I know. - I could make some calls or...
It's no problem. I've got a line on a couple of good places.
Really. You've been great.
Daddy.
You need to get some sleep.
Come on, Pop. You're dragging. Go and get yourself a couple of hours.
- You'll work twice as fast. - Yeah.
Maybe so.
Wake me in time for dinner.
You think we're gonna finish two more suits by tomorrow night?
I can break my suit down, help George build up.
Help my Spy and my Chief come strong, then that's what we do.
What we need is to keep working, get all three ready,
then come out together like always.
- We ain't gonna finish. - I'm with Delmond.
We need to break mine down
so the front and the back can come strong, and we bring nothing but fire.
You gonna wear your old suit?
Anything and everything for Chief.
She a cold bitch. Katrina.
Yeah.
Hold up. Who gonna tell your father?
I'll do it.
- OK. - I might tell him it was y'all's idea,
but I'll definitely tell him.
Hi.
I'm Paige. Paige Royer.
Hi, Paige.
Nice tats.
Annie!
- For starters, no animal sacrifice. - Agreed.
No on-air commentary disparaging of station management.
- Agreed. - No mocking of the pledge-drive compilations,
OZ umbrellas or other station swag.
- Agreed. - You will fully involve yourself
- in fundraising for the coming pledge drive. - Agreed.
I mean, that is why you pay me,
since playing music is deemed unworthy of an honest salary, so...
And you will comply with any set-list requirements
necessitated by station promotional campaigns.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
All right. Early morning shift is open.
You can start tonight if you feel up for it.
OK, Darnell.
Papa's little children need shoes.
They need shoes. I need a horn.
- You got some hoodoo on these ones. - They ain't getting that.
- $5. There you go, five. - Another five.
Another five too? Man, come on.
- There you go. - Oh, man.
- All right. - Oh, man.
It's good to be back down here. Got a chance to take your money again.
Man, please. You've been putting my kids through school for a decade now.
- Y'all play much? - No, only when we get together.
- A friendly game though. - Just humble musicians
trying to pass the time.
Shit. I ain't all that humble, not with these you dealt me.
I'll see that two and raise you five.
There you go.
Last time we did this was the birthday concert for Cosimo, wasn't it?
Right.
- Yeah, a couple of years back. - Yeah, that's right.
Man, I don't know who dealt this mess, but I ain't got no hand.
Oh, man. Crikey.
Look here.
Y'all take an IOU here?
Because you know I got the money coming from this gig.
No shit.
Sit down, young'un. Give this pilgrim some chips.
All right.
Put your cards down.
- What you hearing there, D? - That's Juvenile.
New joint that just came out. It's called Reality Check.
Y'all let me sleep too long.
- I only needed an hour or so. - Look to me like you need an hour or so more.
What...
That was my call, Pop.
I knew we wouldn't finish three suits in time, so I spoke to it.
Ronnie stepped up, said he'd wear one of his old suits with a new crown and flag.
He come so strong, ain't nobody gonna be able to touch him.
Your call, huh? Put me to sleep and make moves like you were Chief.
Right now I'm just a tired-ass fool trying to make sure we got it done.
What the hell kind of Chinese shit is that I'm listening to?
Don't pay him no mind. He only saying that 'cause that's what Cab Calloway told Dizzy.
"Don't be playing that Chinese shit in my band."
Cab was wrong, but I'm right.
Hey, New Orleans. It's DJ Davis,
back with you after my brief political sabbatical.
That was Slidell, Louisiana's own Juvenile off his new one with Animal.
Before that, Mystikal with Danger.
Before that, Miss Cheeky Blakk with Lemme Get That Outcha.
And we started off with Lil Wayne, bringing his Fireman from Tha Carter II.
So, it is way past midnight on this first St. Joseph's Day since the storm,
and what I'm wondering is whether we're gonna see some Indians on those streets.
Now I know a lot of folks aren't home, and a lot more haven't been able to mask,
so I'm gonna pull up from the local bounce
and dedicate this one to anyone who's home,
working hard this morning to make a new suit of pretty.
- What you got? - Full house.
I've got a hot hand today.
You see what I'm saying? Yeah.
- Yeah. OK. - No, no.
All right, that's to go.
You are back! It's so good.
Oh my.
- Morning. - OK. Six months and I'm back.
This is it.
OK.
- Are you ready? - You out your motherfucking mind, Davis.
- Seriously. - We're doing good here.
Oh, Christ.
- What the fuck, Davis? - I asked for a day.
That day began four minutes ago, 9am Central Standard Time.
Beignets from Du Monde.
Beignets don't travel all that well, Davis.
John, if you will begin the obsequies and formalities.
Dawg, you woke the lady up.
He came to my house this morning, said it was an emergency.
You live around the corner. She's moving to New York.
- That's not an emergency? - He's back at OZ,
said he wouldn't play my stuff unless I stepped up on this one.
He knows I'm kidding. Dude, come on. It's your moment.
Thank you.
Dude sounds just like Sam Cooke.
I fucking sound like John Boutté.
But, darling, you have a blessed day, and I hope you reconsider.
Thank you. That was unbelievably sweet.
Let me get dressed and we can have those on the porch.
- Nah, it's cool. I got a taxi coming. - Well, thank you, Mr. Boutté. Really.
You owe me.
That moment... can't happen in New York.
It's still good. You can admit it.
Get dressed. New Orleans needs you.
Found it this morning?
Yeah. Patrol unit ran the tag.
I'm sorry, Toni. Really.
- Have they... - No.
That's why I called you.
- I'm worried he... - I understand.
Look. I'm...
I'm gonna take a walk up the street
and maybe get a cup of coffee with my friends over there.
The truck's unlocked. The glove compartment's open.
- Did you... - If you find anything,
you take it home with you, all right?
Anything you find around the house that explains anything,
go on and hold onto that too.
- Terry... - Think about your daughter.
She needs to believe.
I'm sorry, Toni.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Not bad. Not bad.
- And, Renard? - Yeah?
If you want another chorus to go with that solo, and you're feeling it, it's yours.
Let's take a half-hour break and set up for Irma's number.
All right, who's dealing?
Are you serious, man?
- You're addicted, son. - Say, bro.
I'm down $100. Y'all gotta give me a chance to get even.
You all playing poker?
Oh, Lord! A shark smells blood.
- Who? Irma? - At poker? She'll kill you dead.
Y'all scared of Miss Irma?
- Naw. - Stakes?
A dollar, five and ten.
Chip me up here.
All right.
Hey, the live oaks. There's nothing like 'em.
Come on, Davis. They got trees in New York.
- Not like these. - Davis, two words. Central Park.
- But... - No buts. No buts.
Central Park. Am I right?
Score one for the Apple.
One to one.
If it's the cost of a postmortem, it might be something my office can subsidize.
Ain't the money.
But if we're ever going to find out...
What is there to find out we can't already guess?
My brother's gone. A lot of people gone.
And the ones left, we got to be about the day to day.
Hear my mama getting up. You take care.
Be sure give Toni my regrets about her husband and all, hear?
OK.
Hey, it would have been Uglesich's for lunch
if they were still open, or Parasol's,
but I know you prefer the shrimp over the roast beef.
You can't get these in New York City.
They have sandwiches.
Heros, subs.
Po'boys aren't sandwiches.
They're a way of life.
What's next on my day?
A nap.
That's another thing they probably don't have in sad-ass Gotham City.
Annie, I'm sorry.
- Me too. - Come home.
- She was in our bed. - Then we get a new bed.
- I need time. - OK, I'll wait, but let's play together.
- I'm writing songs now. We should... - Look. If it happens, it happens, OK?
No, I mean let's really do it, Annie.
- You and me together. - Sonny, I need time,
and I need to be able to play when I want with who I want.
You have to see that.
You're so much better than me...
as a player.
You're leaving me behind.
I wasn't gonna leave you.
And now?
I'm the Spy Boy!
Pretty Spy Boy! Guardians of the Flame!
And the Flag Boy!
Flag Boy! Guardians of the Flame!
Spy Boy!
Flag Boy! Pretty Flag Boy!
Big Chief! Pretty Big Chief!
Let's take 'em down, Chief.
Now see, this is the way musicians used to front their shit.
- We look correct, don't we? - Back in the day, yeah.
Well, how about after the gig we go someplace and keep the game going?
- I need a chance to bounce back. - Irma got you bad, bro.
I just need another few hands is all.
You told her it was our only chance to document the injuries, huh?
You explained that, right?
I made the case you would make, Toni.
She heard me. She did. She just doesn't want to go there.
I don't know, Toni. It's like the truth doesn't set them free sometimes.
It's just another burden they have to bear.
But you don't need to be worrying about any of this now. What about what you need?
What about the arrangements for Creighton?
Went to the lawyer today, unsealed the will.
No surprises.
He wanted a second line.
- Yeah? - Right there in the will.
Even named the guys he wanted.
Eureka Brass Band.
Left a fucking playlist for the funeral.
It's gonna be a cremation,
a memorial service here just for family.
Band might be nice for Sofia.
He quit. He fucking quit.
Whole goddamn city down on its ass.
All of us still here, one day after the next.
Can't dance for 'em when they quit.
Mr. Dave Bartholomew.
As it was meant be, bro.
And, baby... I will still be around.
And I know. I know like I told you.
Like I told you so many times before,
you're gonna come back.
Yes, you're gonna come back a-knocking, a-knocking on my door.
Spy Boy! Spy Boy!
- What's going on? - Spy sees Spy.
That's Congo Nation!
Hey, Donald told you he was gonna take that walk, remember?
Guardians of the Flame! Don't you know my name?
Spy Boy! Congo Nation!
Come on!
It's Flag Boy!
Flag Boy!
Congo! Congo Nation!
I got the Big Chief! I got the Big Chief!
I'm the Big Chief, Guardians of the Flame!
I'm the Big Chief!
The real big chief on Mardi Gras day!
You ain't ready for my people! Here we come!
- What's going on? - Respect for respect.
Dig? Respect for respect.
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.
- That's Erma Franklin, baby. - Oh, my bad.
Give me the money.
Come again, bro.
- And this is still my day? - Still your day.
You know, they filmed Pretty Baby in here.
Thinking degenerate thoughts, are we, Davis?
Shame you didn't reserve a room.
Look at you, calling your shot.
- Pardon me. - Excuse me.
$40 High Life.
Hunter's Field. That was wild, man.
And all those gangs was from downtown, you said?
Mostly. They was pretty, right?
Yeah.
You pretty, Chief.
You're the prettiest.
Man, they're gonna start some shit.
Back in your cars.
That's the motherfucker swung on Doby.
This one right here.
Get back in your damn car.
Now, God damn it.
Let's go. Let's go.
Man, this is bullshit.
I can't wait for next year, boy.
Enough for cable, maybe some groceries.
The fuck kind of gig don't kick out more than this
- for all that rehearsing and shit? - Girl, you don't even know.
- You said it was Toussaint's gig. - Toussaint's a hard man, baby.
Cherry!
God damn it!
- Ready to roll out again, huh? - Yeah, cab coming for me here.
I filled up the tank for you.
Might make it all the way back to Houston, but that boat eats up gas.
Well, Pop, you ain't missed a year.
Never have. Don't intend to start now.
Wouldn't have made it without y'all, though.
Yeah, it was good to see.
Yeah, more will be back next year. Maybe you'll find time yourself.
Old school.
You don't know nothing about this.
That's Louis Jordan.
Act like he didn't blast it on the record player every damn day when he was growing up.
You're late. You come in late. Try to get back in.
- You ain't keeping time. - I ain't keeping...
I've been keeping time since your diapers were full of the shit you talking now.
- Come on. - Just play the damn changes.
I'm playing the changes. You playing that Chinese shit.
No, no, no. You know, y'all modern jazz cats
have got to back your ass up onto some Count Basie and learn how to swing.
- Come on now. All you do is talk. - What?
- I'm trying to teach you something. - Come get your father, please.
Anyone calls on my ad,
just write down the offer and email me.
I need to sell this truck bad.
Give my respects to Daymo's people.
- You take care, Jacques. - You show them how to cook in New York.
Think so?
Welcome anytime, right?
What did I do right?
I don't have a place right now,
so maybe in a couple of weeks...
- If it's a problem... - It's a nightmare.
I'm devastated by this.
I have a sofa...
if you feel that...
I mean, I would stay on the sofa.
You. I mean, you could stay on the...
We'll... we'll figure it out.
Attention passengers for US Airways flight 1794
with service to Charlotte Douglas International Airport, we will begin boarding...
- Yeah? - Daymo! Where's my boy?
- Jacques, where you at? - On the road. You?
No, I was just out back closing everything up.
Yeah, Mama and 'em left early this morning.
But I'm sticking. What's up?
What? I'll go get it. No problem.
And tell boss lady not to worry. I got this, all right?
- OK. - All right.
All right. Where the hell are my keys at?
No.
What you doing? Car's running.
I'm looking for my copy of Baby Dodds' record
- with Danny Barker. - Are you crazy?
- And what's all this? - That's my mama's lamp,
me and maestro, some LPs out of print.
We don't have room for any of that. We're full up as it is.
Come on!
- Oh, yeah! - Batiste!
See you in a few days, bats.
Look. Why don't I just follow you?
- Put all my stuff in my car. - We've been through this, Antoine.
That thing's liable to break down again or we get separated.
Get in the goddamn car, God damn it.
We're getting out too goddamn late as it is.
All right.
Hello.
There she is.
Here I am at last.
16 hours to Huntsville. Who'd have thought?
Hi.
- Thank God my baby's home. - Hey, Mama.
- I'll get you some coffee. - OK.
- Are you hungry? - No, I'm good.
Forecast is for a category five at landfall, so expect a very, very, devastating hurricane.
Still headed straight for New Orleans.
- Here's a projected path here... - Here you go, sweetie.
- Thank you, Daddy. ...typical of very strong hurricanes,
generally on a line toward the southeast Louisiana coastline.
We expect it to take a turn more toward the north in the next few hours.
- Leaving, huh? - He wants to.
It's headed straight for New Orleans. Category five.
It'll jog, last minute, brush by. Always does.
McAlarys, we don't run from hurricanes, so...
Later, gents.
How many times are we gonna do this, Del?
Yeah, it does get old.
Y'all should have left yesterday when you had a chance.
- You know how he is. - Yeah. Stay behind to hold down the fort.
Last man standing.
Have you been looking at the Weather Channel?
Yeah, I'm looking at it now. The size of that thing.
Big as the whole damn Gulf of Mexico.
I'm scared, Del.
Called it right. Should have got the hell out yesterday morning.
Yeah, well, we're here now. Ain't no point worrying about what we shoulda done.
The city, into the Mississippi coast during the night.
But as of now, that is only some speculation by experts.
Meanwhile...
Thought by getting off the interstate we'd do better.
- I've never seen traffic like this. - At least there's gas to be got.
- You reach David yet? - No, Ma.
We're sorry, all circuits are busy.
The line's busy.
I'll try later.
Fuck.
- This is eerie. - Yeah.
- Do you think we should leave too? - In whose car?
Besides, I kinda like it like this.
Just you, me and the sky, baby.
Look at it. It looks bruised.
The most dangerous part of the storm is what we call the right-front quadrant.
We think that is going to be moving up here towards Mississippi, eastern Louisiana,
so the effects will be felt tonight.
In fact, we do have tropical storm force winds moving in right now.
Fuck!
The hurricane force winds could extend as far northward as 150 miles.
The damage along the coast, we think, is gonna be catastrophic.
There will be a surge of perhaps 25 feet,
waves as high as 30 to 40 feet near the center.
Here is the bottom line on our storm. Extremely intense...
As soon as the wrecker gets free, they'll tow the car down to impound.
Officer, that court warrant ain't supposed to be on there anymore.
- I swear. It's a mistake. - Last thing I wanna do is take you downtown.
- All hell's about to break loose. - Then let me go.
- I'll pay the damn ticket. I promise. - Sorry. It's a bench warrant. I got no choice.
At least let me make a phone call, man.
- I got business need to get done. - When we get downtown.
Joining WLVT for our continuing coverage of Hurricane Katrina, I'm Maggie Wade.
Hey, Mama. What'd they have?
Nothing healthy. Here, grab the ice bucket.
Hurricane Katrina gets ready to make landfall as a category five storm.
Now, we have live team coverage of the storm.
- What are they saying? - What they always say.
"New Orleans in the crosshairs."
It really is a big one.
In which case it'll blow straight up Mr. Go's asshole
and the whole fucking town will be under 20 feet of water and toxic waste.
We can all start thinking about where we want to live the rest of our lives.
What do you think, Sof? Cincinnati?
- Daddy. - Don't worry, sweetie.
It'll swerve at the last minute like it always does
and we can all go back to pretending
the levees aren't actually made out of Spanish moss and Krazy Glue.
Let's go now back to New Orleans with Ken Jones inside the Superdome.
We are definitely starting to feel the effects of Hurricane Katrina out here.
You're looking at live pictures of Lake Pontchartrain in New Orleans
and you are seeing the effects of the hurricane approaching.
Right now we want to check in with chief meteorologist Jay Grimes,
who's tracking Katrina from the storm center.
Thanks, George. Folks, you want to stay hunkered down, stay indoors.
Looks like right now the eye is almost destined for the Crescent City.
May the angels lead thee into paradise
and at thy arrival, may the martyrs greet thee
and take thee to the holy city, Jerusalem.
May choirs of angels receive thee
and may you have eternal rest.
- The Lord be with you. - And also with you.
And may Almighty God bless you.
- The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. - Amen.
Home. He's home now.
It's all right, baby. It's all right.
Ma, can we go with Daddy?
Father Toomey don't approve of all that second line nonsense.
Daymo loved it.
Well, I'm gonna let him ride me back home.
I'm gonna go with your mother.
Stay with the kids.
- Benny Jones. - Antoine, sorry for your loss.
Take it, Benny.
- Play for that fucking money, boy. - Didn't He Ramble.
Who dead?