Midnight Bayou Page #5

you were wrong about?

Mother, tell me.

The boy that she had been seen with

in the bayou.

What boy?

-My Abby would never--

-Lucian.

What boy?

A boy with red hair, Lucian.

Get your coat on, Julian.

The carriage is waiting downstairs.

Now, did Mama send you

to bring bad Julian home?

A whiskey and a woman!

For mon frere.

Though I doubt he'd know

what to do with either of them.

It's been so long

since sainted Lucian...

...has tasted of the carnal delights.

You embarrass yourself

and your family, Julian.

I'm not embarrassed to pay

for a whore.

Now, if I had married one,

it would be a different matter.

But you beat me to that, brother,

as you have so many other things.

If you say another word

about Abigail--

Lucian...

...pride of the Manets.

He pines...

...and he weeps.

Because his bride...

...abandoned him for another.

Saddled him

with their bastard whelp.

You drove her away,

what with your poetry...

...and your roses.

I loved her

for the slut that she was...

...right down to that sweet

little heart-shaped birthmark...

...on the inside of her thigh.

Don't you love me, brother?

Finished setting up already?

Grandma, what's wrong?

You're asking me?

I saw.

Well, look at this.

Three generations together again.

You must be Declan.

What is she doing in this house?

I have as much right

to be in this house as you do.

Some of us...

...are just more respectful of blood kin

than others.

Is this coffee fresh, Mama?

Yes, honey.

How could you take her in again?

She's my child.

I'm your child.

You're gonna let her

come back and suck you dry again?

She has a disease.

She is a disease.

I told you I'm clean.

You know how you can tell

a junkie is lying?

Her lips are moving.

-You ought to shut--

-I would think again about that.

Grandmama...

...I love you with all my heart...

...but as long as she's in this house,

I won't be.

Let me know when she's gone.

Hey, hey, hey.

Family sucks.

You know anything about it?

"Aunt Buffy bought

the wrong color tea towels."

Come on. I don't want you to go.

-Why not?

-Three reasons.

Okay, because

you're too upset to drive...

...because I love you...

...and because I love you.

This is all about you and me.

We were brought together

for a reason.

To make it right this time.

I was Abigail...

...and I know you were Lucian.

I thought I loved somebody once

the way you do now.

We were 1 6.

Every day I woke up I'd think,

"l get to see him today."

And then one day where I saw him...

...was up under the oaks

by your house...

...going at it like a jackrabbit

with my mama.

Oh, she laughed and laughed.

She thought it was the funniest thing,

me coming along right at that minute.

He laughed too.

I guess

she'd gotten him pretty stoned.

I'm not that boy, Lena.

Well, you should be. He had it right.

Enjoy what you can and move on.

Way of the world.

So save yourself, okay?

I'm no good for anybody,

and I don't wanna be.

place sure looks better than it did

when I used to break in...

...and get up to all kinds of hell

in here.

What can I do for you,

Miss Simone?

Mind if I cut right to the chase?

Actually, I'd appreciate it.

I'm in trouble.

Big trouble. Big even for me.

I owe some money.

That's why I had to get out

of Houston.

They said if I don't pay what I owe,

they're gonna hurt Lena, and Mama.

What, they front you a key,

and it all go up your nose?

You'd think I'd learn by now, huh?

Would $1 0,000 do it?

I was a trial lawyer, Miss Simone.

You're gonna have to be a better liar

around me.

Now, why don't you

get out of my house before I hurt you.

Your type doesn't hurt a woman.

Don't think

I don't know the difference.

You know...

...I wonder what would happen

to your little daycare commune...

...when the authorities hear that you've

been making improper advances...

...towards your clients' kids.

Just a rumor would be enough

to shut you down.

And, yeah, I think $1 0,000

would just about do it.

Okay.

You wanna make an accusation,

make it.

Deputy Sheriff, St. Charles parish.

Remy's Uncle pierre. Call him.

I can make a lot more trouble for you

than you can for me. Believe that.

Yeah, baby. Come on.

Hey, the girls are waiting.

-party, boys. Come on.

-Come on.

You all right?

If I'd never moved here

and never met Lena...

...would that have been better?

Get in the car. Come on.

Not tonight.

-Come on. Come on.

-Let's go. Yeah.

Don't go, beautiful.

Stay with me.

Well, aren't you something?

Okay. Okay, come on. You got it.

In my father's day...

...you think they went to the Quarter

for lap dancing?

What? I hear you. Come on, buddy.

They were men and we are mice.

Okay, come on. Come on, I got you.

I don't feel so good, Declan.

Yeah,

that would be 1 1 Sazeracs talking.

Just take a seat.

There you go.

I got just the thing for you, buddy.

Try not to throw up on my floor.

Hello, Abigail.

He wants to make a life with you.

He wants to play make-believe.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

You all right?

As long as I don't breathe

or anything.

Doctor was here. Not much you can do

for a cracked rib.

There something

you weren't saying on the phone.

-About what?

-Who did this?

It was your mom.

-I didn't wanna call the cops.

-Then I'll call them.

The times I could've had her

put away...

...but I always told myself,

no, it will catch up with her on its own.

No, no, no. Lena...

...there was not a thing

in the whole world...

...you could have done to stop this.

But she's just...

...out there.

-We'll postpone the wedding.

-Oh, no, no, no.

You think I wanna hear from your mom

the rest of my life...

...about all your second cousins stuck

with non-refundable plane tickets?

party's on, babe.

And though I speak with the tongues

of men and of angels...

...but have not love...

...I have become a sounding brass

or a clanging cymbal.

And though I have

the gift of prophecy...

...and understand all mysteries

and all knowledge...

...and though I have all faith

so that I can move mountains...

...but have not love...

...I am nothing.

All right.

May I have this dance?

I've been lying to you...

...about not seeing anything.

So you know it was us then.

We're them.

You wanna know

why Lucian killed Julian?

Because he found out Julian had been

screwing his sweet beloved Abigail.

Apparently,

she was a very busy bride.

Nobody killed Abigail.

She abandoned her husband

and her baby.

No. She loved Lucian.

I saw the note she left.

"Try to forgive me."

That's it.

And she didn't take all her jewelry.

What piece of her jewelry

do I have?

The watch.

It didn't mean anything to her.

We weren't brought together

to get it right.

No higher purpose in any of this.

Just trapped on a wheel...

...that keeps coming around

and around the same place.

To blood and death and lies.

I'm putting the bar up for sale.

I'll go to Florida,

look for a new place.

Maybe if we get off

the wheel this time...

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