He told me.
Romey told me where the body's buried.
Do you want to tell me?
I can call the police and put an end to this.
I swore an oath that I wouldn't tell nobody.
They're gonna get me.
I seen it on TV.
The Mob never forgets.
They came after you, didn't they?
Yes, ma'am.
I'll get security on your brother's room, notify the police...
...and get you to the hospital where you'll be safe.
I'm scared.
What's up?
He's in there. But you'll have to deal with the 2 bitches.
What do you think?
I got an idea.
It'll take a week to get that kid into protective custody.
We still need a way to make him talk.
I want him in court maņana. You hear what I'm saying?
Yes, but--
I know how to solve this.
Don't you have something to do? Go wake somebody up.
May I have your autograph?
Of course. Thomas, move forward in this matter...
...and produce results in the interest of your job security.
Right, by God, now.
Your name?
Our trailer...
They burned down our home. We got nothing left.
Who did?
How the hell do I know? Somebody. They saw two people...
...they was leaving and...
...it's all gone. All of it.
- Mom, it's my fault. - I'm so sorry.
It'll be all right. Do you have insurance?
It's none of your business, really.
I'm sorry. I meant nothing by it.
- I was just trying to help. - What is this crap?
It's just a few things I put together to make you feel more comfortable.
I don't need your charity!
- It's not charity. - And don't try to take away my son.
Mark's already got a mother!
You're doing a fine job.
- I don't need your help. - I'm sorry.
Get out!
Reggie, you okay?
Fine.
They got her on medication. She doesn't know what she's saying.
I had no call to speak to her that way. Lord!
I'm sorry.
I'm Detective Ed Nassar, Memphis P.D. You Dianne Sway?
It's a summons for a hearing tomorrow at Juvenile Court.
The summons requires us to take Mark into custody.
What? You can't take my son.
- We have to. - You son of a bitch!
Over my dead body!
- It's for his own good - What's he done? Just tell me!
Somebody help me! Don't you touch him.
- You son of a bitch! - All right. That's it!
Help me!
There's no reason to get excited. We'll take care of him.
- You're getting riled up. - Get your hands off of me!
They're taking me to jail! I'm 11! They hit my mother!
Shut up.
You going to read me my rights?
Do you even know how to read? You're going to cuff me?
- This isn't an arrest. - What the hell is it?
- Watch your mouth! - Kiss my ass, you stupid jerk!
He's all yours.
Calm down.
Empty your pockets.
Now follow me.
- There you are. - I don't look bad.
You look good.
You got what you want.
The kid's in custody. The hearing's tomorrow at 10 a.m.
I knew you could do it.
Well done.
One child in jail.
- What kind of place is this? - Women's detention hall.
- Keep it down! - Why am I being put in with women?
Because you're a minor.
Stop treating me like a kid. Put me with the men.
You're safer here. You have this whole cell to yourself.
- Is this what they mean by solitary? - No.
Have any bed you want. Don't give me any trouble.
You okay, boy?
Can I call my mom just to tell her where I'm at...
...and that I'm okay?
Please, she's probably worried sick about me.
I suppose I could run a phone in here.
I'll make this little exception, just this once.
Thank you.
Brother's Pizza.
I'd like to order 20 large Supremes.
And where's that going?
I'm ordering for Detective Nassar, North Precinct.
And how would you like to pay for it?
With my credit card.
Number, please.
The number is...
...4000-0306...
...1954...
...0010.
Okay. Hold on.
That'll be $248.10.
Fine. Cheaper than the last time.
Thank you.
Can't get him out.
Foltrigg filed a custody petition and the hearing's at 10.
10? There's 3 to 7 days after filing a petition.
- Foltrigg'll do anything. - You got that right.
A child behind bars for the night.
I have been through this wallet 3 times. I found everything except my Visa.
Did you order the pizzas?
My, my, my.
You didn't have to sign a custody order. I would have brought him.
Good morning to you too.
What's going on?
According to the FBI...
...a Mr. Paul Gronke...
...and his pal, Bono...
...have just arrived in our city. You ever heard of these guys?
Your client could be...
...in a world of danger.
What does he know?
That's privileged.
He knows more than he should.
If he did know something...
...would you guarantee witness protection for him and his family?
This isn't standard.
Damn it! Why should he talk if we can't protect him?
Forgive my presumption here, but you do seem overly agitated.
Whatever became of that...
...objectivity we used to fight about at Memphis State?
After all...
...he is just a client.
Isn't he?
Sorry, I didn't get much sleep.
It's just that...
...he's never had a break and he's counting on me.
Thanks, Doreen.
Good luck.
Brought your jacket.
You all right?
You sure clean up good.
You too.
Why can't I just tell them I don't know nothing?
Because it's wrong, and it's against the law.
And besides, no one will believe you. Not the Mob, not the FBI, nobody.
Besides that, Muldano's a killer.
You've got a chance to stop him before he hurts somebody else.
But didn't you tell the truth in divorce court, about being a good mom?
Proof. The truth hurts. They took your kids away!
You're right.
Don't you see? If you lie, you're going to be just like them.
If I tell the truth, he'll kill me.
All right.
Have you ever heard...
...of the witness protection program?
That's where they put you...
...in funny mustaches and send you off to New Jersey or someplace to live.
I saw it on TV. But the guy on the TV movie, the Mob found him anyways.
They blew his legs off.
You saw that on TV?
No matter what I do, I could probably get killed.
You can't let them ask me any questions.
I'll try.
But if Foltrigg gets you on the stand...
...you can't lie...
...or you'll be just like them.
Court is in session.
My...
We certainly have drawn a crowd this morning. Officer?
I'm Sergeant Hardy.
What are you doing here with a gun?
Wait...
Thank you. You may go.
And you, Mr. Moeller.
Your coverage of the case has led me to consider having you indicted...
...for reckless endangerment.
But Your Honor--
Another word and I will slap you with contempt.
Good day, sir.
Now, that's better.
Shall we proceed?
I'd like to note for the record that the child is without a parent.
Request postponement until she can appear.
I'm Thomas Fink, Assistant U.S. Attorney for eastern Louisiana.
I'd like to address the issue of the absence of the child's mother.
It's the position of the petitioners--
Your position...
...is in that chair.
Please sit.
Listen carefully, I'll say this once.
As for you, Mr. Foltrigg...
...this isn't New Orleans and I'm not one of your federal judges.
This is my private courtroom and I make the rules.
Rule one: You will speak only when spoken to.
Rule two: Do not grace His Honor with unsolicited commentary.
Rule three: His Honor doesn't like to listen to U.S. Attorneys...
...who love to hear themselves speak.
Do you understand?
Is Fink to handle the case for the prosecution?
Yes, if it pleases the court, sir.
I'll allow it, but try and keep his butt in that seat.
The court will act in loco parentis.
I'll watch out for the child's interests in this hearing, Ms. Love. Proceed.
The child moves to dismiss. The allegations are without merit.
The petition was filed to explore what the child might know.
Quit calling me "the child."
Quiet.
Proceed.
Mr. Foltrigg and Mr. Fink...
...are using this hearing as a fishing expedition.
Their supposition that the... my client...
...had any legally significant conversation with Mr. Clifford...
...is based on circumstantial evidence.
The petition should be dismissed.
Your Honor?
- If I may? - You may.
The child is the last person to see Jerome Clifford alive.
We have established he willfully deceived us.
Fingerprints on a Cadillac is hardly willful deceit.
We can show the child's fingerprints on the suicide hose and on the gun itself.
We feel the child must testify in order to exonerate himself.
Are you attempting to implicate this child in Clifford's suicide?
No, we are alleging only obstruction of justice.
Involvement in a suicide could constitute juvenile delinquency.
He'd be taken from his mother--
There is no basis for this.
We are only asking that the child testify to clear his good name.
We're not forcing him to testify, not yet.
Will he testify and put an end to this foolishness?
If we refuse?
I'd have to lock him back up till we sort this out.
The child moves for a change of venue.
The murder of Boyette occurred in Louisiana. We'd like to relocate there.
As the U.S. Attorney for eastern Louisiana, I waive venue.
The child declines.
- We give the case to your jurisdiction. - The child declines.
That's a pretty suit.
Drop dead.
All right, you two.
Just settle down.
Nice try, but it would be in everybody's best interests...
...for Mark to take the stand.
That's my ruling.
I want you to come up here and take this seat right by me.
It's okay.
Put up your right hand.
You swear to tell the truth?
Say it.
I swear.
Mr. Fink will ask you questions.
He'll keep them clear and simple.
May I rise?
How are you, Mark?
Were you forced into the car with Mr. Clifford before he died?
Did you and Clifford converse?
Listen up.
Did Clifford mention Barry Muldano or Senator Boyd Boyette?
Answer me.
Is taking the 5th Amendment lying?
No, it's not lying.
Can I take the 5th?
No, you cannot!
Why not? Doesn't it apply to kids?
Not in this case.
You're not implicated in Boyette's death, so you must answer the question.
As Mr. Foltrigg has tried so thoroughly to implicate Mark...
...I must, out of an abundance of caution...
...advise my client to take the 5th.
Haven't we played enough games? We are all searchers for the truth.
A man's been murdered and another man has killed himself...
...yet this boy remains silent. What wanton hubris is this?
Speak! Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord, so sayeth the Psalm.
No, that's Proverbs, 12. 22.
This is still a courtroom, not a church.
Please, sit down.
Did Romey Clifford tell you where Boyd Boyette's body's at?
Answer the question.
I take the 5th Amendment.
I'm sorry, but I can't answer any of these questions...
...because I'm afraid of what might happen to me or my family.
I have no choice but to return you to protective custody.
It's for your own protection.
Can't you make him answer the question?
These proceedings are closed.
I didn't lie.
You did great.
What lawyer tells a child to plead the 5th, go back to jail...
...and hold up a Federal investigation? Are you trying to ruin this boy's life?
You did real good.
- We alone? - Yes, we're alone.
What happened?
I want a bit more this time.
I asked you a question.
Kid's going back to jail.
Judge wants him safe.
- What's he know? - I'd say he knows everything.
The bastard.
He'll be in court tomorrow in case a night in jail changes his mind.
- You didn't hear this from me. - Shut up!
Give me a little break here.
Go powder your nose.
What is it? I'm eating here!
I just talked to Gronke in Memphis.
What can I get you?
Dos Equis.
Where's your regular waiter?
I don't know.
Cops got the kid. I still can't move the stiff.
You're a dumb ass, you know that?
We've had this conversation.
I'm sick of it. I deserve respect.
Nice work, Norm.
Picking it up just fine.
We still need to make the move.
The bastard knows something.
Probably told his lawyer. We're tapping the phones.
I hate goddamn lawyers.
Please, let me hit the kid.
We don't have to worry about him.
Let's call it quits.
The kid knows.
Goddamn bugs.
The city's lousy with them.
You're probably right.
He knows nothing.
They're onto us.
We're out of business.
We're putting this whole thing behind us. Is that clear?
I got it, Uncle Johnny.
- What're you doing? - Nothing, go to bed.
Do you know what time it is?
Mama, have you seen my notebooks from school?
In the garage, maybe.
Oh, shit, yeah.
You need to get some sleep.
He's your client, Regina, not your child.
Damn!
Telda, call the medic! Quick!
Medic on 5 now!
Goddamn, the boy's soaking wet!
- He's in shock, isn't he? - Go get a towel.
- What's going on? - I don't know.
This kid's heart is about to explode. Get an ambulance!
Right. Telda, call an ambulance!
- What is it? - Elevated pulse and BP.
Shakes and sweats. He's from juvenile court.
Did he bleed or anything?
He can wait 5 minutes.
- Sign on the line and he's yours. - Where are the police?
He's just a juvenile.
Goddamn it! Look at this, man!
My guitar. I just can't believe it. Look at my guitar.
- Forget the guitar. - No, honey, this is an original guitar!
These people over here need help. I need a new guitar. Who'll pay for this?
Is there coffee?
- There's a pot there. - Too hot in there for you?
Paging Mr. Sway.
It's nothing personal, kid. I don't want to hurt you.
I just want to talk.
Want a smoke?
Let's smoke together.
Okay, you little punk!
Game's over.
Isn't this a nice spot to die!
I wonder if we're going to find a live body in here.
Come here, boy.
Open this door, you little punk! I'll kill you!
Chief, this isn't very... It's about Mark Sway. He's escaped.
Pardon me?
Hi, thought you could use some coffee.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
You're welcome.
Is this really the best time to defrost the freezer?
Will you shut up?
Need anything, just holler.
- What are you being nice to them for? - Because they're cute.
They're just being protective.
Where have you been?
They are here hoping an 11-year-old comes by so they can pounce on him!
I feel like a prisoner.
Shit!
Will you just be calm!
You haven't sat still since they got here.
The cops don't stake out your home everyday.
Fine. Let's just relax.
Can we do that? Let's sit down and relax.
I'm relaxed.
Reggie, it's me.
I've busted out of jail, come get me.
Jeanette!
It's Jeanette!
It's Jeanette.
What're you doing calling me so late?
Who's Jeanette?
I'm at St. Peter's, hiding out.
I ran in place for an hour...
...and faked an attack of post- traumatic stress disorder.
They rushed me right over. It was easy as pie.
- Are you okay? - No, I'm not okay.
I locked a Mafia guy in the morgue. He was trying to kill me.
I hear something down the hallway!
Go find yourself a policeman, now.
Someone's locked in the cooler.
I'm not going back to jail.
If you don't come get me...
I'll go where I'm going on my own.
I'm serious. You must come get me.
You're the only friend I've got, you know that. Don't let me down.
Shit!
I'll meet you by the front parking lot in a dark grey Honda.
Right in front of the cross...
...the big one.
Thank you, Reggie. Thanks.
- My dark grey Honda? - Just give me the keys.
You can't run away with an escaped whatever-he-is.
They'll arrest you. You'll be disbarred. You've lost your mind.
Momma, I need you to distract the police.
Go get them coffee or something and don't ask me any questions.
I need some cash.
- This is my rent money. - You can live with Momma.
She likes you better than me.
That wouldn't be hard.
Down! Your mama must be beside herself.
I called her and told her we'd fix it.
We?
You're an accomplice now, right?
Shit!
We're watching the mother's room in case he comes. We bugged her phone.
- Talked to her yet? - You said you wanted to.
- Your boy's missing. - Missing? You mean, you lost him.
Has he tried to contact you tonight?
You searched the hospital? He knows it real well.
We searched the hospital.
Reggie Love is missing too. Could Mark be with her?
Hell, you're the FBI!
Since you got involved, our trailer's been blown up...
...my boy's been thrown in jail and now he's missing.
So, let me tell you something: Act like the FBI, you find him!
- Head towards the bridge. - Why?
I've been thinking.
That witness protection thing sounds pretty good.
But Romey was all drunk and on pills.
If the body ain't where he said, would we get witness protection?
We'll make our deal before we tell them where the body is, then hope it's there.
First, we must be sure the body's there, right?
What do you mean?
We must go to New Orleans and see if Boyette's body's where Romey said it is.
You are out of your mind! No way! Absolutely not!
That's it.
Where are you going? Stay-- Goddamn it!
Get back in the car!
Where are you going?
- Someone'll see you! - Let go!
I'll hitchhike!
You'll get yourself killed!
A lot of other people could get killed if I don't go!
I'll do it on my own if I have to.
Mark, please. Please!
Remember at Momma Love's...
...what you told me about asking people for help?
I guess now I'm asking you.
Please?
- Where are you going? - I'm looking for a map to New Orleans.
What do you think I'm doing?
The kid broke jail.
The lawyer's missing.
Gronke spent all night in a freezer.
No one has been killed and the body has not been moved.
Can you explain this to me, Barry "The Blade"?
The thing is, Uncle Johnny...
...I hid the body under a boat in Romey's boathouse.
You what?
I wanted Romey to know how close he was to being dead. It was a joke.
Very funny.
When Romey died there were cops everywhere.
Now they're gone, I'll get it.
The way this has been handled has been very stupid.
I won't let you take this family down, understand?
I'm begging you, just let me get the body.
Help me now...
...and I'll never make a mistake again.
Take Gronke and Bono.
I'm giving you one chance to clear this up.
This is my last favor.
Thank you, Uncle Johnny.
Do you understand what I mean when I say "my last favor"?
I understand.
Reggie Love's office.
Call Dianne, tell her Mark's okay.
He's with me.
Where the hell are you?
A motel outside New Orleans. We'll be back tomorrow.
Where?
If anything happens, take care of Momma Love for me, okay?
Don't hang up.
Got something. Good. Good work.
We just monitored a call from Clint Von Hooser to Dianne Sway at the hospital.
Love has the kid in New Orleans.
- We're out of here! - Get the airplane.
Excellent news.
We're out of here.
We'll call you. Move out, Walter.
Go, Wally!
Are we still going north?
I don't know. Check my compass.
- Take it off. - No, I never take it off.
We're on the right street.
1210.
Turn your lights off.
This is where rich people live. Holy shit, look at it!
Don't curse!
See what that one is.
1212.
1213.
This must be 1214.
- There it is. - Bingo.
Oh, my!
Be quiet. Don't let the neighbors see you.
I see a big house, but no boathouse.
Maybe it's further back. Get down, you'll kill yourself.
We can go by the river and hide the car.
- I'm sick of-- - I wanted that Armani...
Don't touch the fence.
I ain't crazy. I don't want the shit shocked out of me.
Romey's place must be by those trees.
Looks like a boathouse.
How will we get there?
Come on.
Shit.
That's private property.
Turn off the lights and come to bed.
What do you think I'm doing?
- Romey's neighbors are paranoid. - You'd be too, with the Mafia next door.
Don't touch!
Damn it!
I'll look around for another door.
There's another door but it's locked too. Be quiet.
I'll try the window.
- Do you know how to get to Romey's? - Everyone knows how to get there.
Be careful.
You okay?
See anything?
Quiet.
You'll wake the neighbors.
Do you see?
It's definitely a boathouse.
Wait! Don't go in there!
I'll climb in and unlock the door.
Listen to me. Get down here.
You okay?
- Got to see if the body's here. - No, let me in.
It's here!
Open this door!
I'll kill you if you don't open this door!
What happened?
Are you okay?
It's just a raccoon.
Good! Now let me in!
- Watch the water. If anyone comes-- - I know how to keep lookout.
Just take care of business.
I think Barry Muldano's coming.
Open this door.
It's locked.
I'm trapped!
Got a key?
You hear something?
Getting paranoid?
Shut up, asshole.
Bye-bye, Rocky Raccoon.
Leave a calling card, why don't you?
I told you I heard something, asshole.
- You buried him under here? - Under the boat.
- Give me one of those picks. - Rocket scientist you are.
- There are neighbors around here. - Shut up and start digging.
Let's dig and get out of here.
Resurrection time, you old bastard.
They found the body.
Let's just get out of here.
You okay?
Get this thing off me.
Run!
You'll die, bitch!
Get off her. Now.
I'm serious.
Let her go.
Drop the knife.
Mr. Mark Sway!
You a big man?
You a big man with a gun?
You won't shoot anyone.
Yes, I will.
Give me the gun.
He was going to kill you.
He was going to kill me. He'd have killed my mom and Ricky.
You're a scared little prick.
Probably piss your pants.
Come on, big man, pull the trigger.
If I just shoot...
...everything'll be okay.
No, you'll be just like him.
Give it to me.
You should have let the kid shoot.
You haven't got the balls.
Really?
Jesus Christ!
You robbing son of a bitch!
Who the hell are you?
No one's breaking into my place, you son of a bitch!
Damn it! I'm unarmed!
Honey! Get in the house!
Call the police!
Cops will be here soon. Get in!
- You're a genius. - You're not bad yourself.
Let's see what we got.
I wonder if he's home.
Oh, God, he's home.
What's the cloak-and-dagger all about? You can trust us.
You three come here alone?
- Really? - Yes.
Then send someone to those cars that aren't there...
...and get us a pen and paper.
Get a pen.
You've been busy: obstruction of justice, tampering with evidence...
...contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
I am so flattered that you noticed.
You saw Boyette's body?
I smelled it too.
Where is it?
A list of psychiatric hospitals that specialize in children.
I want Ricky there by noon.
You're not in a position to bargain. If you know where the body is, tell me.
I know where the body is, but I don't know where it'll be in 3 hours.
Now, you want to make a deal?
What do you want?
You have access to a jet?
- I do. - Send it to Memphis.
Get Dianne and Ricky and their doctor. We'll meet them at the airport.
When Mark's safely on board, I'll tell you where your body is.
How we doing?
There's nothing I can't live with.
The Sways enter a witness protection program...
...and they'll choose their new city.
Agreed.
Complete change of identification and a nice little house.
White, with a walk-in closet.
Write it down: "Walk-in closet."
Is "walk-in" hyphenated?
She'll need starting out money and a nice new job.
One of you want to type this up?
After Dianne signs it, we'll all be happy.
Give me some help, Reggie.
How far is it to that body?
Twelve little itty-bitty tiny minutes.
- Thank you, Reggie. - You're welcome.
ETA for New Orleans, about 54 minutes.
They screwed up! You shitheads! You never walk away! Never!
Now, settle down, Barry.
Sometimes you must cut your losses.
It's not too late! I can go back and dig up that body!
Why don't you let Gronke drive you? And take Bono for company.
You can all go together for a nice long ride.
No, Uncle Johnny, please.
Let me go myself. I can handle it.
And risk getting caught? No.
No more risk, Barry.
Barry "The Blade."
No more.
Not ever.
Welcome to New Orleans. Watch your step.
I'm sorry I worried you.
I'm glad you came.
I'm not sure I had any choice.
If you don't want me to tell them where the body is, I won't.
But there's a great hospital in Phoenix for kids and once Ricky is better...
...we can move anywhere we want.
Canada, Connecticut, anywhere.
Any place that starts with a "C" anyway.
- They told me we'd have a real house. - Some getting-started money.
Walk-in closet.
And maybe a good job?
And watch my boys grow up.
And maybe even join the PTA.
Whatever.
I'm only 27 years old.
You're due for a break.
About what I said at the hospital...
- I want to apologize. - No need.
And wherever your kids are...
...they're crazy not to want you there.
Thank you.
Like you said.
One day at a time.
Phoenix.
I like the sound of that.
Congratulations. Jason McThune will escort you to Phoenix.
Right this way.
All right, let's go.
Let's go, boy. Come on.
Thanks. You've been a real pain in the ass.
Thank you. And good luck.
I assure you, you have been an even larger pain in the ass.
Can you come with us?
When you enter the witness protection program, you have to sever all ties.
I'll never see you again, will I?
Look...
Will you take care of my compass?
So you'll never lose your way again.
I love you, Reggie.
I know, sweet boy, I love you too.
You better go to your mama.
I'll call you.
The body is behind Clifford's house, in his boathouse.
1214 East Brookline.
Oh, my...
You did very well, Ms. Love.
Reggie. Thank you, Roy.
You forgot one thing.
You should have demanded immunity for your illegal actions.
An eye for an eye.
Exodus, 21. 24.
When I get to be governor of Louisiana, do you want a job?
I got one, thank you.
Showtime, Roy.
Thank you.
Thank Mark.
Will you come over here together, if you will, please?
After what I must say has been an exhaustive investigation...
...we are able to solemnly announce...
...that we have recovered the body of Senator Boyd Boyette.
He's quite a kid.
Don't tell him he's a kid, he'll just get real pissed off.