I'm in a crap mood
because my uncle just died
and people are partying
like it's Mardi Gras.
What's your excuse?
- Klaus, seriously, what's going--
- I've been having these dreams
about my dead father.
No diagnosis necessary, love.
I've already got this one covered.
My fears of fatherhood,
of scarring my child
as my father scarred me,
are manifesting as nightmares.
It's horrifically cliché.
Truthfully,
I'm just surprised to hear
you acknowledge out loud
that you're going to be a dad.
Your baby mama's been living
in the bayou for months.
It's not exactly What to Expect
When You're Expecting.
I know more about the trials
of fatherhood
than you might imagine, Camille.
And it worked out so well for you
the first time.
Why change a thing?
Well, I see you've come
to return some stolen property.
On the contrary.
I've decided the boy
shall remain with me.
Unfortunately, he's not for sale.
Well, I do not wish to buy him.
- You will grant him his freedom.
- And if I say no?
You seem to have misinterpreted
the matter as up for debate.
Fine. Take him.
He wasn't worth a damn
to me anyway.
They told me he is your father.
Is it true?
You know, my father hated me, too.
The truth is, Marcellus,
family can be more
than just those
with whom we share blood.
We can choose.
I know I haven't been around
these parts lately.
It's a testament to Father Kieran
that we could come together
and share a drink
and a story or two.
Kieran rolled into town
on a rusty old cruiser
after his daddy died
25 years ago.
And, damn it, that guy could party.
That was, of course,
before he took his vows.
But even then,
he was committed to the Quarter.
He knew that this town needed him.
And we still do.
- To Father K.
- To Father K.
Looks like we had the same idea.
It's Cami, right?
I've been informed
that Kieran's necklace is missing
and the key that he always wore.
I assume he left it for me.
Excuse me?
How rude of me.
I'm Francesca Correa.
A closer walk with thee
Start from the beginning
