Midnight Bayou

Synopsis: Silver spoon Boston lawyer Declan Fitzpatrick fell in instant love with a Louisiana bayou 'haunted' estate when he drove by with college friends. Now he learns it's on sale and rushes to the rather destitute owner, old Odette Simone. She lives in a cabin nearby and makes sure he gets to meet her orphaned granddaughter, headstrong restaurateur Lena. The youngsters sort of fall in love, but the estate's bloody slavery days past, including fratricide and infanticide, comes to weigh heavily, even in ghostly fashions.
Director(s): Ralph Hemecker
Production: Mandalay Television
91 min

Go Mardi Gras, 2001!

Anybody beside me think

we missed the turnoff?

We have a party!

I'm king of the world!

I'm king of the--

Whoa, whoa, stop, stop.

Stop, stop, stop!

Declan, what are you doing?

-Where'd she go?


Where'd she go?

Where'd who go?

What are you talking about?


There is no way in hell

that thing is there.

No, no, no.

Manet Hall, very bad juju.

Nobody's lived there for years

except squatters and tramps.

Some of them possibly

not of the living variety.

I'm going in.


-Come on.

-Come on.

-No, not me, no way.

-lntruders, be gone!

Come on.

This is what I get

for bringing my roommate...

...down here for Mardi Gras.

I gotta have it, Remy.

Just tell me where to send the check

and how much.

Can we please leave now?

No, no, no.

I wanna see the ballroom.

What makes you think

there's a ballroom?

How could a haunted Southern

mansion not have a ballroom?

We are so out of here.


you get your butt over here now...

...or you can find

your own ride home to Boston!

Here, try that.

Two more bay leaves,

one more grind of pepper...

-...and a dash of cayenne.

-Got it, babe.

Oh, and your grandma called.

She needs a favor out by the cabin.

On my way. All right.

Satchmofest kicks off tonight,

so order in a double of everything.

If we run short on ice again...

...I will personally put somebody's

hand in the Hurricane blender.

Love y'all.

Bye, baby.


Come here. Hey.

What's going on? How you doing?

-Good. How you been?

-How's things in New Orleans?

I got something cooking.

Oh, yeah,

and it ain't just in the oven.

Seems somebody's bought the Hall.

Sight unseen,

cash on the barrelhead.

Young lawyer out of Boston,

Declan Fitzpatrick.

Oscar said

there was a favor you needed.

Oh, just a neighborly thing to do

would be to take the gentleman...

...Welcome to the Bayou

fresh-baked corn bread.

And my knees have been acting up

something fierce.

This young lawyer wouldn't happen

to be single, would he?

And when did that become a crime?

Grandma, why you wanna waste

a perfectly good loaf of corn bread...

...on a guy who'd be gone in minutes

like everybody who buys the Hall?

Oh, no, now this one's different.

This one's putting down roots.

Yeah, I'm bad with roots.

Roots scare me.


I got a look at the man on his way in

and if I were 20 years younger...

...I'd be heading over there

with the corn bread myself.

You wouldn't have a chance.

How do you know he doesn't belong

to a club, wear loafers with no socks?

Those boys in the Quarter...

...may have the right footwear...

...but none of them

mean anything to you.

They all mean something to me.

What's the difference?


-May I help you?

I was just looking for the owner.

Is he expecting you?

No, it's just a corn bread

courtesy call.

I figured I'd find him sitting

on the veranda sipping mint juleps...

...being fanned by servants.

Oh, you've made his acquaintance?

Haven't had the pleasure.

So his reputation precedes him?

No, not exactly. Just--

The kind of person who buys

a house like this, it's a type.

Northern boy who comes down here

dreaming of moonlight and magnolias.

I actually hear the owner

isn't too big on mint juleps.

He's more of a beer guy.


-Declan Fitzpatrick, Northern boy.

Oh, my God.

How could you--?

That was entrapment.

-Have we met?

-Have we met?

Guess that answers our question.

I was down here for Mardi Gras

in 2001, maybe it was at a party?


I was mostly in Shreveport in '01.

Maybe in Boston?

Never been there.

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