Midnight Bayou Page #3

-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?

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