Ricky! Son!
Come back here!
Don 't be too late. I want you in by dark.
Watch out for your brother.
- I can watch out for myself. - Can not!
Don 't worry, Mama.
Why must you watch out for me?
Hush up.
Don't be reading anymore scary comics. You hear me, Ricky?
- Whatever. - He can't sleep.
I'll miss my bus. I'll be late again.
I'll get docked for sure.
There's some macaroni and cheese in the cabinet, okay?
Got your lunch?
Keys?
Exact change for the bus?
Oh, shoot, baby, thank you.
Forget my head...
...if it wasn't screwed on.
You stay out of them woods.
You hear me, Mark?
Bye, baby.
- Come on, give me a cigarette! - No way!
Mark, wait!
Catch me, I'll give you one.
I can't run that fast.
Catch me!
Wait up!
You'll never get your smoke.
- We're not supposed to go in the woods. - Go home, I'll smoke them!
Come get me!
Come on, Ricky! Catch me.
Come on, give me one.
No way, pal!
I'll tell Mom.
Tattletale.
You know the deal.
- If I tell, you'll kick my ass. - That's right.
- If you smoke more than one a day... - You'll kick my ass again.
That's right.
- How many do you smoke a day? - Only one. I'm smart.
Will one a day kill me?
Not soon, but any more than that, you'd be in deep shit.
- How many does Mom smoke? - 40.
And what about Dad?
A hundred a day.
He's going to die soon.
I wish. Sit here.
Don't try to swallow the smoke yet. You're not ready for that.
You'll just choke and puke all over the place.
Suck a little and blow.
I told you not to swallow the smoke.
This is easy.
You look like you're going to puke.
Do not.
Where is he going?
What's he doing?
Damn!
Damn. Goddamn.
Son of a bitch!
Jesus Christ, he's trying to kill himself.
How do you know?
I seen it on TV once.
- Why would he want to kill himself? - How would I know, stupid?
- Let's get the hell out of here. - No.
You stay here. Okay? If you move, I'll kick your ass.
What are you going to do?
Come on, let's go.
- We must make sure he's okay. - Is he dead?
I don't know.
Nothing works. Nothing works!
He is crazy as hell.
- Let's go, please. - We can't.
If he kills himself and we know about it, we can be in trouble.
We won't tell no one.
Just let him die.
- We're not leaving until I say so. - Stay down.
Stupid.
Bastard!
Get in!
Don't you touch that damn door!
Sorry, kid.
You had to be a cute ass.
Had to stick your dirty little nose in my business, didn't you?
So we should die together.
Just you and me.
Off to la-la land.
Sweet dreams.
Want the gun?
- Why you looking at it? - I wasn't.
Don't you lie to me!
I'm crazy. If you lie, I'll kill you.
Please don't kill me, sir.
I got my mom and brother to take care of.
I give you a choice.
I blow your brains out...
...and end it now...
...or we could wait and let the gas do it.
You decide.
What's your name?
Mark Sway.
Jerome Clifford.
Attorney at law.
Since we're both tired right now...
...you can call me Romey.
Listen.
Hear that bird?
I drove from New Orleans to hear those stupid birds. Grew up here.
I played in these woods.
Now I'll die here too.
Why are you doing this?
Because if I don't kill myself...
...he will.
Who?
The Blade.
Barry "The Blade" Muldano.
Why does this Blade guy want to kill you?
I know where the proverbial body is buried.
Whose body?
See, my client...
...killed Senator Boyd Boyette...
...and hid the body.
So now my client, he wants to kill me.
You know where the body's buried? It's buried...
He hid the body...
He's still buried there.
The FBI dug up half of New Orleans. They haven't found it and never will.
Yeah, Mark, go for it.
Yeah, Mark, go ahead!
Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Yeah!
Pull it!
Pull the goddamn trigger! Pull it!
Pull it!
Nifty piece, huh?
Hell, I don't even know if it works.
Let's see.
It works!
It works! Come here!
Son of a bitch!
Where are you?
Goddamn kid!
Come back here, kid!
If The Blade finds out what I told you, he's going to kill you anyway!
You hear me, kid?
Where are you?
Stop!
Put my drink on my bill.
Dance with me.
I've waited half an hour.
Where's Romey? The Feds are on my ass.
Mr. Muldano.
I don't know. He hasn't been in here all day.
Now, Claudette...
..."God hates a liar." That's what my mother always said.
I'm not lying. I haven't seen him. I don't know where he is.
You know, Claudette...
...you're a very pretty woman.
Thank you, Mr. Muldano.
You want to stay pretty, don't you?
I'm just a secretary.
Honest to God, I don't know where he is.
- He doesn't always tell me. - Put your hand in here.
Put your hand in here!
I don't...
I don't know. Honest.
Put your hand in.
Come on.
Please. I don't know where he is.
You know, I believe you really didn't know where he was.
What's inside?
- There you go. - Watch yourself.
What's up, kid?
What are you so scared of?
Did you have a bad dream?
You're scaring your mama. Get your thumb out.
Come on, baby.
Where have you been? What is wrong with your brother?
What have you done now? What the hell is going on?
- Boy witnessed a suicide, ma'am. - He what?
Me and Ricky was just...
...out in the woods playing...
This guy was dead with a gun in his mouth.
Oh, my dear God!
And I ran home and called 911.
What happened to Ricky?
He just laid on the bed and started sucking his thumb.
This is Sgt. Hardy. We need paramedics at Sway's trailer.
This boy needs to be hospitalized.
I have no health insurance.
St. Peter's will take indigent cases.
Just pack up some things in a bag for the hospital.
You telling the truth?
About what you saw?
Don't you believe me?
I didn't say I didn't believe you.
It just seems strange.
You called 911, but you wouldn't leave your name.
I was scared. It was the first dead guy I ever saw.
Then why'd you sneak back and hide in the woods?
I don't know. I just wanted to see, I guess.
Did you talk to the man...
...before he killed himself?
No, I never talked to him.
Does "Jerome Clifford" mean anything to you?
I found some fresh cigarette butts...
...near the body.
Same brand as your mom smokes.
Somehow I can't see you finding the body and then...
...deciding to have a cigarette.
Look, Officer, we was walking through the woods when we found Romey dead.
- That's all. - Who's Romey?
- That's the guy's name, isn't it? - I said, "Jerome Clifford."
Whoever heard of the name Romey?
I'm Dr. Greenway, is this your son?
- Yes. - What's his name?
- How long has he been this way? - I didn't find him, my boy Mark did.
You found him, Mark? Ricky?
Jerome R. Clifford, attorney, was found dead...
... in an apparent suicide outside Memphis just hours ago.
The famed Mafia lawyer was to defend the alleged hitman...
... Barry "The Blade" Muldano...
... in the notorious case of still-missing Louisiana senator...
... Boyd Boyette, now presumed dead.
It'd be tough to build a case against Muldano without a body...
... but surely Clifford's death will mean more delays.
As one informed source tells me...
... the plot thickens for U. S. Attorney Roy Foltrigg.
No body, no case, no conviction.
That means no front-page pictures that Foltrigg likes so much.
No CNN interviews, no speedy ascent to Capitol Hill.
Sorry, Reverend Roy.
I never liked that old cow.
We're here, Roy.
He tried it first with a hose attached to the tailpipe, but it didn't work.
- He was probably too stoned. - He was full of downers and whiskey.
I guess he figured he'd swallow a bullet for dessert. Cheap snub-nosed.38.
Definitely a suicide.
Damn him. Two days ago I told him:
"I have enough evidence to put your fat ass on the stand."
I was bullshitting of course. But...
...I didn't know he'd get so nervous he'd kill himself.
He knew where the body was.
He'll never tell us now. Without that body we have no case.
- How's the weather in Memphis? - It's hot, Roy.
Sprite?
What happened?
I got in a fight at school.
It's summer. There's no school.
I meant, a kid from my school.
Who?
- Why? - Why? Because I'm a cop.
It's my job to ask questions.
Besides, your story's full of holes.
I believe you were in that car before Clifford died.
What does "indigent" mean?
Indigent?
It means "poor."
Like you and your mother and your little brother.
So tell the truth...
...hope this snaps him out of it.
Otherwise...
...he could lie in some...
...institution for dirt-poor crazy people...
...with padded walls...
...and cockroaches...
...chained to some...
...filthy bed, with snakes...
I'm Karen.
Come with me.
- We'll have to watch him. - What will you do?
We'll just watch for now. Sometimes a night's sleep...
...and the next morning they wake up.
- His reflexes seem to be good. - That's good.
Ricky's real sick.
What's wrong?
Post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Sometimes people see something they can't deal with.
I'm always telling Mark...
..."No horror movies. No scary comics."
Not for Ricky.
He's always been tender that way.
Easy, now.
You try to protect them, but it's so bad out there.
Why don't you get some rest? Just lie down and rest.
There's nothing more you can do. We'll watch him.
You've had a rough day. Just lie down. Stay with him.
Bad injury. What happened?
Car wreck. Got hit by a truck. Nut ran a stop sign.
My name's Gill Beale. I'm a lawyer. You got a problem, I can fix it.
I specialize in car wrecks. Now, let's see what you got here.
- Broken leg, concussion, broken ribs... - And a broken collarbone.
Great.
I can get you $600,000. We'll file suit tomorrow.
Did I say 6? Six is just for starters. Check me out.
Call up Gill Beale, he's for real.
More lawyers around this place than there are doctors.
Don't be that way.
I'll outrun that little buggy of yours.
Wait till you get a load of this guy.
Mr. Foltrigg, Jason McThune, FBI. Welcome to Memphis...
...home of the King.
What do you know?
Kid's name is Mark Sway.
He said that he and his brother just stumbled on the body in the woods.
- Then called the cops. He's lying. - Why?
We got a set of his fingerprints. They match prints that were inside the car.
He was in that car with Clifford before he died, for quite a while.
There's a lot of prints.
- Why would he lie? - He's scared.
And he's a kid. They always lie.
And maybe Romey Clifford told him something he knows he shouldn't know.
People hate to die with secrets. That's good work.
Thank you very much. I'm going to keep it up, believe me.
Listen...
...I'm sick of chasing Elvis sightings. Is there any room on your staff?
- Where do you want to go? - Anywhere.
Do something with your hair first. Meantime, I want to talk to Mark.
Right away, sir.
Dr. Greenway wants to see you.
How old are you?
24. Why?
Are you married?
Sometimes.
I don't know nothing, but he looks better to me.
He'll be fine if we get him home in his own bed.
I don't know why you just can't...
...give him some medicine or something.
- I have to go to work. - Mrs. Sway, listen to me.
Our trailer rents by the week.
Listen to me.
Right now, it's as if Ricky is in a dark place...
...and trying to find a way out. What's important...
...what's very important is that when he finds that way out...
...the first thing he sees is your face. Let's hope it'll only takes a few days.
There goes another job. Must be setting some kind of record.
- I'll call your boss. He'll understand. - My boss runs a sweatshop.
He will not send flowers. He will not understand.
You could take shifts. Perhaps the father could come.
Ex-father! And you keep him away from Ricky!
Hush!
Okay, mom. I'm sorry.
I don't know if you've seen this, but there are policemen downstairs...
...and reporters and...
...the FBI is coming to see Mark.
I don't want to talk to them. I'll wind up like Ricky if they don't let me be!
They won't go away.
Look, I don't give a flying shit about the FBI!
You are getting on my last nerve. Now sit down...
...and hush up! I don't know what to do.
- Can I see you outside? - I'm going crazy.
Tell me to wait for my boy to... Or some crap.
This boy!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too.
I'll think of something to get us out of this, I promise.
You and Ricky just found that guy dead...
...right?
There's nothing you ain't telling me, is there?
Dr. Greenway wants to start you on Valium.
Those cost extra?
Don't worry about it. Just take these.
- Both of them? - Yes.
You'll feel better.
Don't go far.
FBI, huh?
I hear that they're sending the Reverend Roy Foltrigg himself.
That's bad. That's...
You know...
...that the FBI...
...puts kids in jail if they break the law?
And if a kid has been involved in a murder...
...they got a special little...
...kid-size electric chair.
I saw it once. It was about... so high.
When somebody gets electrocuted, the current is so strong...
...it makes the blood in the veins boil.
Fries you like a piece of bacon.
You're the only pig around here.
We'll see you later.
- Are you here to question Mark? - I beg your pardon?
Are you here to improve your own position regarding the case?
My real interest is to see justice done. You all know that about me.
You ain't going in here by yourself. What do you want, boy?
I need to see Mr. Beale.
- Where are your parents? - Where are yours?
Are you injured?
Do I look injured?
We only do injuries.
I'll just go get hit by a truck and come back.
You shut up too.
Yes?
Hell, no.
I'm going to pick up something to eat and then swing by the post office.
When's your boss returning?
May I help you?
- No, I need to see Reggie Love. - Why, may I ask?
That's between me and Mr. Love.
I'm Reggie Love.
Shit. A woman lawyer. Great.
I think so. Why is it you think you want a lawyer?
I don't want a lawyer. I hate lawyers.
Every lawyer I ever had shafted me and my mom.
I said I need a lawyer. But I don't know about no woman.
Well, this lawyer that shafted you, what was her name?
It wasn't no her, it was a he.
Right.
Well, why is it that you think you need a lawyer?
Because I'm Mark Sway.
So?
The kid who found the dead guy. I'm famous. Don't you read the paper?
You haven't answered my question.
Because I'm supposed to talk to Reverend Roy in 10 minutes.
Reverend Roy Foltrigg?
Why is he called that?
He quotes the scriptures in court and knows the Bible better than God.
He wins a lot?
Always.
Why can't people leave me alone? Some sweaty guy kills himself...
Why'd you lie to the police?
- I didn't. - It says here in the paper.
You found Clifford dead.
I did.
Dead men don't sweat...
...now, do they?
If you was my lawyer...
...and I told you something, could you repeat it?
No. What is it you want to tell me?
That Clifford guy came...
...driving up in his big black car and me and Ricky...
...snuck up to watch...
...and that Clifford got out...
...put a gun in his mouth, and blew the back of his head out.
So you did see Clifford alive.
Why'd you lie to the police?
I don't know. I was just scared, I guess.
My brother's in a coma and my mom might lose her job.
The FBI's after me but I don't know nothing. You'd lie too.
You're right. You do need a lawyer, Mark Sway.
There are male lawyers down the hall. Want a recommendation?
How many cases have you won?
More than I lost.
How much do you cost?
How much you got?
9.32. Our boy has arrived.
Thank God your mother, my sister, is dead.
Having a son this stupid would have killed her for sure.
I told you not to hit Boyette. You did.
I told you not to tell Romey too much. You did.
I hope it hurt that fat bastard. I hope that bullet was slow.
I hope he felt his head pull right off his face!
Two kids found him, maybe before he finished the job.
I know, I seen it on TV.
He might have talked.
Tell me Boyette's body is well-hidden.
The cops won't find it.
Move the body.
I will, Uncle Johnny.
Only I can't, right now.
Why?
Where it's at...
...the body, the cops are swarming all over the place.
Don't worry, they won't find it!
If that kid knows anything, he's not talking or I wouldn't be here.
I'll go to Memphis and take care of that kid.
I'll tell you what to do.
Just sit on your dumb ass.
I want you in Memphis.
Come.
You must be Mark.
Jason McThune, Memphis FBI.
This is Larry Trumann, New Orleans FBI.
Thomas Fink, Assistant U.S. Attorney and Mr. Foltrigg...
...U.S. Attorney...
...both from southern Louisiana.
Sit down.
Right over there.
Where is your mother?
She's with my little brother.
She can't leave in case he wakes up.
We could hold this off for a few days.
No, Mark! Let's talk for a few minutes.
Nervous?
A little.
Do I need a lawyer?
What for?
- To protect my rights. - You watch too much TV.
We just want to ask questions. Trust us.
Lawyers just get in the way. They object to everything.
What if I don't answer your questions?
We might have to take you downtown. Your mother too.
Will she get in trouble?
- Maybe. - Ever hear of obstruction of justice?
It's a federal offense.
It means if a man knows about a crime and withholds information...
...from the FBI or the police, he might be punished.
Sent to jail or something.
So if I don't answer your questions, I could go to jail?
Maybe.
If you was in my place, wouldn't you want a lawyer?
No. They're a pain in the ass. You don't need a lawyer.
Pain in the ass?
Aren't you a lawyer?
Clifford wasn't really dead when you found him, was he?
He was.
We know you were in that car.
See that?
You and Romey had a nice long chat.
What did you talk about? Life? Love...
...or where bodies are buried?
I must go to the bathroom.
Just answer the question first.
I've got to go bad. Please?
You better go.
"You don't need no lawyer."
You all know, that boy is about ready to tell all.
- You know where Muldano is? - We follow him.
Grab him so he don't skip town.
- The office. - Don't mark up his face.
We'll see reporters here.
Wait till we grab Muldano. I want to make sure he can't make bail.
Did you get my makeup off the plane? I need pancake number 17.
Doughnuts. Give me the telephone. Press loves doughnuts.
See what you can do.
Where will we put me?
I look best in front of these glass bricks, behind lots of microphones.
That always looks nice.
- I'll call you back. - Come in, Mark. Polite kid.
He's a good boy.
- Keep your seats. - We're in a meeting.
You're in the wrong room.
I don't think so. My name is Reggie Love, I'm an attorney...
...and I represent Mark Sway.
May I see some I.D., please?
When did he hire you?
I don't think that's really any of your business.
Forgive us, Ms. Love. You're so pretty. How could you be mistaken for a lawyer?
Please, call me Reggie...
...Roy.
Please, sit down.
Did you attempt to interrogate my client outside the presence of his mother...
...Jason?
He tells me you did... Lawrence.
Well, he's confused.
We assumed his mother was coming. Where were you during this?
That's not really relevant.
Did you advise him to talk to an attorney...
...Thomas?
Remember, once, Larry? Mark said something, or I did, about TV...
...and then...
...Mark said he might need a lawyer...
...and we thought he was just joking.
So he never asked if he needed a lawyer?
I don't remember that.
Did you advise him of his rights?
What for?
He's not a criminal. We just wanted to question him.
So you did attempt to interrogate him without his mother and counsel?
Definitely not.
No way.
Bullshit.
I'd tread carefully. We know your client lied about being in that car.
I think that's a bit of the pot calling the kettle black.
Do I need a lawyer?
What for?
To protect my rights.
You watch too much TV.
We just want to ask questions. Trust us.
Lawyers just get in the way. They object to everything.
You wired him.
Nothing personal, Lawrence.
You tried to interrogate a child without his mother.
He specifically asked you if he needed a lawyer and you said no...
...stating as a reason that lawyers are a pain in the ass.
I'd like to confer with my client and meet you in my office tomorrow at 3.
If I need anything from you...
...like the truth, well, I expect to get it.
I catch you lying again...
...I'm going to use this tape.
That's blackmail, Ms. Love.
Indict me, Reverend Roy.
Still want doughnuts?
Shut up, McThune. Goddamn!
- You want a cigarette? - Oh, no, thanks. I just quit.
There's been a mistake, ma'am. We can't afford no lawyer.
Don't worry about money.
My pig boss fired me this morning. My baby's in a coma and he fires me.
Don't tell Mark.
Just one day and he fired you?
He sucks. Wasn't much of a job anyways.
$5 an hour at a lamp factory.
How long you worked there?
Six months.
- Lord, I can't keep my head on straight. - You're doing fine.
I like your ring.
They real diamonds?
Lord, no. It's semi-precious.
You got kids?
You must have been just a baby when you started having your babies.
I was just a dumb kid...
...living in a dream.
All I ever wanted was a white house with a walk-in closet.
Ain't that stupid?
Having a dream is never stupid.
Take it one day at a time, that's what I say.
Come on. You always laugh at my air guitar.
Who's the best guitarist in the world?
Come on, Ricky, say it.
Yell it.
Look, Ricky, an Eskimo pissing.
Look at you.
I shouldn't have made you stay in those woods. It's my fault.
But things are going to be all right, I swear.
I've got us a lawyer...
...and even though she is a woman, she's pretty darn good.
She only costs a dollar too.
That's not it, though.
I'm really sorry.
I want to make it up to you.
I promise.
- What the hell are you doing? - Slick Moeller, Memphis Press.
I wrote the story. How's your brother?
- Get out! - How is your brother?
I just want to ask you a few questions.
- Did Clifford touch you any place? - Shut up!
Did he tell you why he was committing suicide?
- You better get out! - Did he talk to you?
- Get out! - I'll tell you what, I'll pay you.
Are you all right?
You Nance, private investigator?
Security specialist. Who's asking?
My name is Gronke. I need some fast work.
Who referred you?
Sulari, New Orleans.
I get $2,000 cash, non-refundable, before I lift a finger.
You like kids?
Why do you think Foltrigg was so...
We're almost through. Could you listen up?
Thank you.
Why was Foltrigg so convinced you were in Clifford's car?
I don't know.
As your attorney, you have to trust me.
I do trust you, Reggie. I swear, I wasn't in that car.
You like Led Zeppelin?
Yeah. Do you?
They were a great band.
I bet you never heard of Led Zeppelin.
You're probably a grownup who says they like cool bands...
...just to get close to little punks like me.
I think we've covered just about everything.
What's your favorite Zeppelin song?
"Moby Dick," live version. Bitching drum solo.
I'll pick you up tomorrow about 2.30.
What were the names of their first 4 albums, Miss Groupie?
Just tell Foltrigg what you told me and that'll be the last we hear from him.
What happens if you lie to the FBI?
It's a federal offense. In theory you could go to jail. Why?
You weren't smoking something besides cigarettes...
...in the woods, were you?
Something you're not telling me?
I'm positive I'm not keeping something from you.
I was just curious.
The first Led Zeppelin albums were called "I," "Il" and "III."
The 4th, which is untitled...
...is generally referred to as "IV."
See you tomorrow, groupie.
Want one?
Elvis Pezley.
I bet it's poisoned.
She's funny.
My boy loves her.
Sorry.
My boy was in a car wreck.
Drunk driver.
I don't know if he'll live.
He's only 8.
My brother's only 8.
He's really sick.
What's wrong?
He saw something, is all.
Are you the kids who saw that suicide guy?
I seen it on TV.
That must have been awful.
How's your brother doing?
He just lays there.
What a scary thing to see.
I wasn't scared.
He must have been out of his mind to stick a gun in his mouth.
I mean, why?
Was he acting weird...
...or yelling crazy stuff?
Maybe he said something scary to your little brother.
That could be.
Well, dude, I got to go.
I hope your brother gets better.
Where's Karen?
Off duty, hon. Get you anything?
Is there anything to eat?
Cafeteria's open 24 hours.
Can I have your autograph?
Everything'll be fine.
Now you listen to me, Mark Sway.
I don't know what Romey said, but you repeat it to anyone...
...including your lawyer, I'll kill you.
Talk to the Feds tomorrow, I'll kill you.
If you tell anyone about me...
...I'll kill you slow.
You understand me, big boy?
You understand?
Good. We have an understanding.
I'll be watching.
Everyone knew Muldano and Boyette were in bed together.
Boyette got himself killed. He took money from the Mafia to build a dump.
When his constituents got pissed he voted against it.
- Enter Barry "The Blade." - If Foltrigg can prove it.
Why would Foltrigg bring in Muldano if he didn't have Boyette's body?
He's going to run for office. What are we serving?
- It's Thursday. - Southern pecan.
Is something wrong?
I ain't talking to the FBI today!
You have to.
They could subpoena you.
Foltrigg is going to be here any minute.
I said, no.
As my lawyer, you have to do what I tell you.
Reverend Roy, I saw you on TV!
This place is a dump.
You can say that again.
My Lord.
They are coming down the hall.
Make them go away. Please!
Stay here, out of sight.
Something's up. I don't get it, but I will do it. Sit down.
Good afternoon, Ms. Love.
Is young master Sway all ready?
Roy, I'm sorry, but the meeting's been canceled.
Pardon?
Let me debrief the child...
...and give you a written statement. He doesn't know anything.
We must talk to him. We have a set of confirmed fingerprints...
...that put him inside Jerome Clifford's car.
What will we do about that?
I think the big question is...
...how did you match his fingerprints?
Off a soda can at the hospital.
Did you ask either Mark or his mother before doing so?
- So you invaded his privacy. - We were trying to obtain evidence.
For what? So his prints were in the car!
You have absolutely no proof that he interacted with Clifford.
The kid has a bruised cheekbone. We found blood on Clifford's ring...
...not his type.
Let me guess. Mark Sway's blood type.
That's right.
And how did you obtain Mark's blood type?
From his brother's hospital records.
And how did you obtain his brother's confidential records?
You get near my client again without my permission, I'll sue you and the FBI...
...for civil rights violations, file a complaint with the state bar...
...and haul your ass into court!
You're playing big league hardball. We don't respond to threats.
Does Mrs. Sway know you were hospitalized for drug and alcohol abuse?
It was a treatment center. Close the door when you leave.
You've been a lawyer for 2 years. You're not equipped to handle this case.
We know more about Mark's actions than you do.
You're an amateur.
He's in serious peril.
Think that over.
Let me talk to him.
You are so good.
But I won't let you use Mark to climb into the Governor's chair.
You think you look good on TV?
If you attempt to contact my client or his family again...
...I'll put Mark on prime-time news.
He can tell everyone how you trampled a kid's constitutional rights.
And I got the tape to prove it.
We'll talk to that boy.
You miss one step, I'll eat you alive.
Jesus Christ.
I'll kill that kid.
You lied! You got till 3 to start telling the truth. 1-2-3.
You're the liar! Keep the dollar, you're fired!
You come back here! Come back here.
- Shit, where did I put my car keys? - In your purse.
Mark, get in the car.
Please.
How did you like the story this morning?
- He didn't hire a lawyer for his health. - He knows where the body is.
Even the Mob knows he knows. That's why they flew in Gronke.
You got it, Wally?
We have to get our hands on Mark before the Mob does.
We can petition the court, alleging the boy needs supervision.
And protection. Gronke's not here to visit Graceland.
We tell the judge it's in the kid's best interest to take him into custody.
- Get the judge to make him talk. - Saying he's breaking the law.
He is. He's obstructing justice.
File those petitions. Incarcerate his young ass tonight.
You said we were getting rid of the reporters.
Do you see any? This is my mama's house.
You live with your mother?
This is Momma Love.
Hi, there. You must be Mark.
Take me back to the hospital!
You and I are going to do some talking first.
Talk, my ass! You're fired!
Fine.
You're the boss.
This is kidnapping or something! Take me back, right now!
I'll hitchhike if I have to!
Go ahead!
Nice meeting you, Mark.
- Who is it? - Your mother.
Hey, Bono.
How you doing, Paulie?
I guess Johnny means business, bringing you here.
- Where's the kid? - With that bitch lawyer.
Got a private dick tailing him.
Any sign of the Fibbies?
A couple, watching the hospital, same as we are.
I gave that kid a warning last night.
This is the directive.
We bug everything: Hospital room, lawyer's office, the works.
Find out what the kid knows.
That doesn't work...
...we kill them all.
How's he doing?
He'll come in when he's hungry.
It's lucky a car only comes by here every 4 hours.
That is one willful child.
Pain in the butt, if you ask me.
Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?
Hey, man.
How are you?
You're the kid at the hospital, right?
Hop in.
Come on.
What are you doing out here?
Come on, hop in.
My boy's getting much better.
How's your brother doing?
Come on back here.
Elvis has left the building.
I told you so.
Take me back to the hospital.
Lemonade?
I'm not taking you anywhere till we talk.
Pie?
Where's the phone? I must call a cab.
Help yourself. It's $40 from here, Momma?
Or $45? I'm not sure with a tip.
You're fired! Can't you get that through your thick head?
Fine. Because I cannot do my job if you hide things from me.
Did it occur to you how it made me feel to take on Foltrigg on your behalf...
...without the facts?
If I'd smelled your breath first, I'd have known you was a drunk.
I'll be going.
I have been sober for 3 years.
That's what all the drunks say. How they will get sober.
They say they love you, but they don't!
Then they come home wasted and beat you and your mother so bad...
...you gotta hit them in the face with a bat.
You're talking about your daddy.
I got rid of him.
Me and my mom went to court to buy a divorce, our lawyer sucked, as usual.
So I went up there and told the judge about the beatings...
...how he made us sleep in the street.
That's when my father became my ex-father.
Now I got you...
...and you're a drunk and a bad lawyer too.
So I'm getting rid of you, you're fired.
I can handle this myself.
I used to think I could handle everything by myself.
But sometimes being strong means asking for help.
I know you've taken good care of your family.
But the FBI won't leave you alone.
Let me help you.
Let go!
I need a cigarette!
Smoking is terrible for you.
What did Romey tell you?
Why do I always answer questions? Why don't you ever have to?
Fair enough. Go ahead, ask me something.
Like what?
Whatever you want. There's no rules, no limits.
You ask me and I'll answer.
And you'll tell the truth?
If it takes my skin off.
What's that thing you always wear around your neck?
This is my mama's compass.
I wear it so I'll never lose my way again.
Anything else?
These your kids?
They chained down in the basement?
They're with their daddy.
- There was a divorce. - You ever see them?
They don't want to see me.
Because you was drunk and on drugs?
Because after the divorce I drank some, yes.
I drank a lot.
Why?
You're right, there must be a cigarette around here someplace.
I married a doctor, worked my ass off to put him through medical school...
...and when he became rich and famous, he traded me in for a younger model.