Caged No More

Life in Louisiana has always been easy.

Good people, great food,

and a spirit of liveliness like no other

in the French Quarter.

But it's the beautiful land

outside the city

that brings me solace and

allows me to breath deep.

The peaceful waters,

smells of honeysuckle and magnolia,

and the great oaks that beckon you sit

and reflect for a while.

The melting pot of cultures

makes it one of the most

interesting places on earth.

There's a warmth and friendliness

that I've not experienced anywhere else.

It was a joy to grow up here.

Which I'm sure is why our family

has lived here for generations.

The spicy food is a true reflection

of the people that call it home.

A resilient breed that bear

one storm after the other.

Always rising up,

leaving defeat in their dust.

But since I came back

from serving in Iraq,

I've seen the tide turning.

A darkness lurks here that I don't

remember existing before.

Maybe it's everywhere

in the U.S., not just here.

I don't know when

this door opened or how,

but our family was about

to shaken to its core

through something so unimaginable.

And right at the center of it,

was my uncle Jack.

And a God-fearing woman of faith

named Miss Agata Prejean,

who was godmother to his girls.

Somehow she would be the one

called to have the courage

to look the horrific terror in the eye

and believe that God

could bring an end to it.

Macy.

This better not be like the last time.

You good for nothing...

Why do you do this to me, huh?

Why do you do this to me?

I already called the 9-1-1.

The police are right behind me.

If I was you, Jack, I'd just walk away.

Now!

Macy girl?

You here?

M... Macy! Oh.

Baby, it's Aggie.

I'm here.

Can you hear me?

Baby, can you talk?

Oh, my God.

Tell me what you took.

- Mama Aggie?

- Mm-hmm.

- They're gone.

- Who?

Jack sold 'em.

Right now, he's selling them.

They're gone.

Macy girl, you listen to me now.

You've got to tell me what you took.

I don't know.

It... it doesn't matter anymore.

Nothin' matters anymore.

Don't you... you stay with me.

Macy, you wake up.

Now you... Oh, Lord.

You tell me, I promise you...

I promise you, you wake up,

and I'll get back whatever Jack stole.

But nothin' is worth losing

your life over, you hear me?

Macy girl, you hear me?

Oh, God, how could he do it?

- What?

- It's...

it's all on his laptop.

Please promise me you'll get them back.

- Please.

- I promise, child. I promise.

I... I'll even call

the police right now.

No, they won't...

they won't believe you.

You... you gotta do it.

Yes. I'll do it.

Now you just tell me what you took.

- Macy?

- Save my girls, Mama.

Macy girl, stay with me.

Oh, Macy baby, don't leave me

like this. Open your eyes.

Macy! Macy!

Macy girl!

Oh, God. No!

Oh!

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me, Macy.

Not like this.

I need you, child.

Your girls, they need you.

Oh, Macy.

Macy, no!

No!

No!

What's this old lady doing here?

What're you talking about?

You think this nice lady

had something to do with

- that woman's death?

- Look. I'm just saying

it's weird is all.

Just let me handle it.

Um, I'm detective Mark Landon.

Would it be okay if I just

ask you a few questions?

- What is your full name?

- Agata Prejean.

But everybody calls me Aggie.

All right, Miss Aggie.

Do you live here?

- No, I live in Lafayette.

- Lafayette.

Did you drive all the way

here by yourself.

- Yes, sir.

- I see.

Can you give me the name of the victim?

Macy DuLonde.

Her maiden name was Bargass.

She was like my child to me.

I'm so sorry, Miss Aggie.

Uh, what was your relationship to her?

I worked for her parents

from, oh, Lord, let's...

1966 to, uh...

when they both died in 1995.

How they'd die?

Horrible car accident.

Heart-wrenching for all of us.

Macy just was never the same.

Hey, Mark.

Look what I found.

I didn't know these people

were the DuLondes.

Miss Aggie, do you know who this man is?

That's Jack, Macy's husband.

I wish we'd never laid eyes on him.

Now this is Richard DuLonde,

one of the wealthiest men

in New Orleans.

No, that's Jack.

Macy's husband.

Do you know where he is now?

In London with Macy's precious girls,

Skye and Elle.

I'm so grateful that they

didn't have to see this.

Poor Macy.

She's taking them drugs

'cause of her awful marriage.

Are you certain

this isn't Richard DuLonde?

I mean, same eyes, same face.

- He has the same last name.

- That's Jack.

I don't mean to be rude ma'am,

but this is no coincidence here.

Something is up,

because the man that is in this photo

is a dead-ringer for Richard DuLonde.

Now did he have a brother

or maybe somebody...

What part of "that's Jack"

don't y'all understand?

Jack couldn't be related

to nobody like that.

He ain't got a speck

of righteous blood in him.

He's vial, nasty, just mean, awful...

Miss Aggie...

- Let's calm down.

- Miss Aggie.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Auntie Aggie?

I got your text.

I'm so sorry to hear about Macy.

I know she was like a daughter to you.

No, Leona.

She had her whole life ahead of her.

You know what?

Come on, sit down.

Let me fix you something to eat.

I can't eat.

I got to find those letters.

What letters?

Let me help you.

No, you don't even know

what you looking for.

Okay, well then just tell me

what happened last night.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

Before Macy...

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