Midnight Bayou Page #2

I'll get a moving crew there, have the

locks changed first thing in the a,m,

Thank you.

I haven't seen you jump since the first

time you set foot on this property.

Hey, would you--?

Would you mind going up there

and checking it out?

Up there for me?

It's a little dusty for me.

The humidity down here

is hell on my allergies.

Allergies.

And I thought I knew everything

there was to know about you.

What do you see? What--?

What's up there?

There's nothing up here.

Just an old brass fireplace set.

Mind if we break open

your housewarming gift?

I knew there was a reason I love you

more than my mother.

We are not allowed in there,

you know that,

Hello?

What do you think you're doing,

Abigail?

If she catches us in here,

we're both gonna get in trouble.

I can go wherever I want to.

Abigail.

It's me.

Abigail, if you go in that front room

she'll have your head.

You know the rules.

Downstairs maids strictly

on the servant's stairs.

I'm not scared of her.

Lucian.

My fair brother.

He's like a Greek god, isn't he?

Down from Mount Olympus

to walk amongst the mortals.

-Excuse me, Master Julian.

-I've seen the way you look at him.

And the way you get him

to look at you.

You've been drinking,

Master Julian.

If I was born 1 5 minutes earlier,

you know, I'd be the heir.

And it would be me

you'd be making those eyes at.

Abigail.

Abigail.

Send the b*tch back to hell,

Help! Somebody, please help me!

Help me!

Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Hi, I'm a little confused.

I think you pointed us

to the wrong room.

They must have moved it all out

while I was sleeping.

We better change all the locks.

Right.

You're telling me

I have ghosts in my house?

-Consider the house.

-Quite the history there.

The two brothers who lived there

both fell in love with a maid.

The older brother, Lucian,

marries the housemaid, Abigail.

To Mama's infinite dismay.

Abigail then abandons husband and

new baby for some boy on the bayou.

Never to return.

A short time later, the betrayed

husband kills his brother Julian...

...in a knife brawl in the Quarter's

most notorious brothel.

-The incident ruled self-defense.

-And soon after that...

...Lucian drowned himself

in the bayou.

Twice-abandoned child was raised

in the bayou by her mama's family.

The owner of this bar

and caterer of our wedding...

...happens to be the baby's--

-What is it?

-Great-great-granddaughter.

Not your type, Boston.

I cannot believe

that a week from Sunday...

...you two degenerates

are gonna be old married people.

Nice to see you, Declan.

-You've met.

-Yesterday morning.

Effie, I got the andouille

all ordered for the jambalaya...

...but my shrimp guys let me down,

wanna come back and talk plan B?

Honey, we are in your hands.

Whatever you decide to....

plan B? Yes, absolutely.

You're gonna wanna mop

that drool off your chin.

-Why'd he jilt her?

-She just wasn't the one.

He didn't notice

until they were setting chairs?

It was a marriage

of two great fortunes.

Declan is a very dutiful son.

Or was until two weeks ago.

It was the weirdest thing.

The second I saw her, it was like--

I don't know, bam, there you are.

Is dumping girls

at the altar his pattern...

-...or was it a one-time thing?

-No, the altar, only once.

But there has been something

of a revolving door.

Her dad took off before she was born.

Her mom walked out when she was 3.

What you don't need

is a guy who's still figuring it out.

I got two friends here

I don't wanna see hurt.

Don't go for this one

on the rebound.

You know what, Remy? I'm not back

in five days, drag the harbor.

Hey, let me get those for you.

-I got it.

-No, no, no, it's fine.

We could all use a little help.

Here. Sorry about that.

Sorry.

Here you go.

So can I buy you a coffee, a drink?

A car, a dog?

I got a car and at the moment

I'm sadly too busy...

...to give a dog the love

and attention--

Oh, my. Sorry, totally my bad.

Sorry, everybody.

Think I've had all the help

out of you I can handle.

No, that was my bad. It's fine.

-Why don't you leave it to the pros?

-I got it.

-On your feet.

-Yes, ma'am.

You wanna help me out?

Go sit down,

enjoy your beers and we'll talk.

Is that a deal?

Deal.

-I'm sorry, l-- I gotta go.

-No, yeah.

Yeah. Of course.

Oh, Master Lucian.

I'm so sorry. I was just--

It's all right, Abigail.

Books are there to be read.

What volume

were you risking your life for?

It was poetry.

I love poetry, especially Lord Byron.

She walks in beauty like the night

Of cloudless climes

And starry skies

Did Madame LaRue tell you

to dust the front rooms?

No, Madame Josephine.

-I thought--

-You thought?

If you're such a thinker, do you think

that I engage my downstairs maids...

...for the quality of their thinking?

Yes, Mother. What is it?

Why can't you pay for your whores

down in the Quarter like your brother?

I'm sure for a little extra you

can get them to dress up like maids.

If that's your fancy.

I want an MRl now.

This was a full-on hallucination.

This time they were reading poetry.

The housemaid getting her hooks

into the heir to the estate.

You're not losing your marbles,

you're tuning in.

No, no, see, you just told me the story,

so of course it was on my mind.

Maybe or maybe to be sure you get

somebody in to clean the place up.

See what's got a hold on you.

You know do a little grigri.

One of your neighbors does

the best grigri, Madame Odette.

Cabin through those woods.

-Does everyone believe in this stuff?

-No, but it's good for tourism.

Look, I'm not knocking

on my neighbor's door...

...and saying, "Hi, got voodoo?"

I'm a little neurologically impaired,

I'm not nuts.

Madame Odette is otherwise known

as Odette Simone, Lena's grandma.

Lena's beloved grandma

who raised her like her own child.

Grigri or not,

could be the road to Lena's heart...

...needs to pass

through a little cabin on the bayou.

Welcome, neighbor.

I'm Odette Simone.

pleased to meet you,

Mrs. Simone. I'm--

Oh, I know who you are.

I like daisies.

They got a cheerful face.

That corn bread that you sent over

never saw lunchtime.

I should have come by sooner

to thank you.

As far north of the Mason-Dixon Line

you come, think I expect manners?

Come on in. I got another batch

crying to come out of the oven.

How do you get anything done...

...when you can just sit here

all day long and look?

It's a good spot.

My family's been here 1 1 5 years.

You got your eye on my Lena?

I love to see a Yankee

lose his tongue.

Manger, eat.

You wanna get somewhere with Lena,

take her on a date.

A proper one. And don't

waste your time asking her...

...if she wants to

because you'll just get a saucy "no."

That girl's been hurt bad

and hurt deep.

When your own mama barely

takes the time to know you're alive...

...you start to think

that's what you deserve.

The other thing you came for.

I'll help you with if you'll let me.

Excuse me?

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