The Big Easy

(singing in cajun)

(horn blowing)

All right, hold it!

Oh, sorry, lieutenant.

(radio) All right,

it's 2 a. m. in New Orleans,

The big easy.

And we're stirring up

that gumbo!

(helicopter in background)

Hey, Remy!

Hey, Teeneg, here you at?

Where you been,

don't you ever go home?

Only when the music stops, Cher.

Hey, who's the dead meat?

As long as you're here,

let's see if you can make him.

Oh man, yeah;

Hello, Freddy.

That's Freddy Angelo,

wise-guy scumbag,

Works for Eddie Di Moti.

He handles Mexican

imports for the family.

Mama!

Can't find any bullet hits,

spent shells,

Nothing like that;

very little blood.

We figure they lit him up

some place else,

then brought his body here.

Here's his wallet.

They just lifted the prints.

Oh-huh!

Oh, the drivers license

is missing!

I guess they took it for

proof of their hit.

Standard wise-guy

procedure, right, Remy?

If you're gonna wrap

'em in a concrete overcoat

and dump 'em in

lake Pontchartrain.

But here's Freddy,

dead as Kelsey's nuts,

right in the middle

of the Piazza D'Italia.

Now what does that tell us, huh?

Somebody is sending a message.

To the esteemed president

of the Italian-American

Renaissance Association.

Vinnie "The Cannon" Di Moti.

There you go.

I want you to pick up

Vinnie "The Cannon"

tomorrow morning at his barbershop

and bring him in for questioning.

Hi, Remy.

Cavenaugh, where you at?

I'm doing it.

What is this, the Dodge and

De Soto Follies?

Who would know what

you're thinking about?

Captain, it was Andre's idea.

Is he the brains of

the partnership now?

Hey, what did they do now?

Impounded a boat.

They spent half their shift at

the damned police dock.

What am I going to

do with them?

- Why don't we shoot 'em?

- Yeah!

No, they're too much fun

at Mardi Gras.

Who's that in my office?

Assistant district attorney,

Anne Osborne.

Hmmm, nice neck!

We have written orders

to cooperate.

Her be part of the special

task force

That's investigating

police corruption.

Where did she get

that idea, huh?

She says she's here about

the Angelo murder.

So I'm gonna get myself

some real coffee,

and you're going to give her

whatever she needs.

She's in good hands, Cher.

Excuse me.

Oh!

Anne, hi.

I'm Remy McSwain.

Oh!

Ouch!

Your pencil.

Lieutenant...

Ahhh, Remy.

Lieutenant, I've come to find out

what progress you've made

on the Angelo murder.

What's your hurry,

he's not even stiff yet.

He is dead though,

isn't he?

Oh, last time I saw him, yeah.

You have no clues or leads?

Not so far.

See, I've seen dozens of

these wise-guy jobs.

We usually find out why

the hit went down or who did it,

But we never have enough

to take to court.

He wasn't at the barbershop,

so we picked him up at his home.

Bring him in.

Oh, thank you so much for

coming in, Mr. Di Moti.

This is Miss Anne Osborne of

the district attorney's office.

My lawyer is going to get me

out of here in five minutes.

I got nothing to say

'til then, nothing!

Why, you're not

under arrest, Mr. Di Moti.

Did McCabe give you

that impression?

McCabe, I want you to

apologize to Mr. Di Moti here.

I'm sorry about the

misunderstanding, Mr. Di Moti.

You're free to go

any time you want, sir.

Again, we really do apologize.

Well...

We just wanted to express

our sympathy about Freddy.

About who?

Freddy Angelo,

the guy they found floating

in the fountain last night

behind your office.

Yeah, he used to work

for me, terrible!

Nobody's got any respect

for monuments anymore.

Mr. Di Moti, isn't it true

that Mr. Angelo worked for you

for nearly 20 years,

and was still in your employ

at the time of his death?

Can I go?

You know, kid, your father would

never drag me down here.

If he wanted to see me,

he'd come to the house!

He knew a little something

about respect.

Di Moti:

Get out of my way!

I can't believe you were so

obsequious with that man.

What does "obsequious" mean?

It means you had a high-ranking

member of the Mafia

in your office and

you kissed his ass.

Well, let me point

out a few things to you.

First of all, nobody

uses the word "Mafia" anymore.

Down here we call them "wise guys. "

You're not from here, are you?

I only say this to save

you any kind of embarrassment.

I'll bear that in mind, lieutenant.

Anything else?

Hey, you like spicy food;

why don't we have dinner?

I know this little cajun place.

Relax, Romeo.

Tell me what you learned

from two minutes of ass-kissing.

Actually I learned a

lot from that little interview.

Do you read minds?

No, I read people; and

after seeing "The Cannon,"

I can probably tell you why

Freddy sprung a leak last night.

I suppose you know

who the killer is, too.

Oh no, but I bet we find his body

floating in the lake

in a couple of weeks.

Then what will you do?

Nothing.

I told you we never

have enough to take to court.

Hell, I'd close the case

right now except for one thing.

What's that?

I'll tell you over dinner.

Hey, come on, we don't

have to stand in line.

- Hey!

- Hey, man!

How embarrassing.

That's what's great about being a cop.

How you doing?

(singing in cajun)

Hey!

All right, Willie!

Come on, we're going

to work up an appetite.

Hi, Remy.

I thought we were

here to discuss business.

Business and pleasure,

what's wrong with that?

I can't do this.

Wait, didn't they

dance where you come from?

No, we barely spoke.

This is New Orleans, doll,

the big easy.

Down here dancing's

a way of life, come on.

Feel the music!

Now you're getting it, that's right!

(singing in cajun)

Hey!

I look in your eyes

Oh yeah, girl,

and I realize

that I'm a man...

(with heavy accent) You see

my grandpapa on my mama's side,

now he was a real cajun.

Born and died on the bayoutish.

I thought you came

from a family of Irish cops.

No, that was on my daddy's side.

He was the first one

to become a cop.

Followed by three brothers,

one son and four nephews.

My cousin, Terry,

joined the fire department.

He's the black sheep of the family.

You were the youngest detective

in the history of the N.O.P.D.

to ever make lieutenant.

I had an in

in the department, sugar.

Careful who you say that to.

Oh yeah, that's right,

you bust cops...

for a living.

I'm not embarrassed

to put bad cops behind bars.

Why don't you tell

me something about your life.

It's not as colorful as yours.

Oh yeah?

Do you want me to tell you

why I'm not closing the Angelo case?

That's supposed to be why I'm here.

- It's you.

- Oh please!

No, no, it's you really.

I mean, how come an

assistant district attorney

in an official corruption

strike force

is suddenly so interested

in a routine Mafia hit?

Routine "wise-guy" hit,

remember?

Yeah, whatever.

What gives?

We have the jurisdiction

to investigate any crime.

You got some kind of police

corruption angle on this case?

No comment, lieutenant.

- You got any evidence at all?

- No comment, again.

Hey, Remy, how's everything?

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