I didn't have a dollar to buy food...
or a car to go look for a job.
I figured I could handle it myself, just like you,
but... I was wrong.
MARK: So then you started to drink?
Mm-mm. First, I stopped sleeping and eating.
I was scared to death.
I stayed up every night watching my babies,
trying to figure out what I was gonna do.
Finally, I took some pills to sleep.
Hell, he prescribed them for me. I wasn't trying to kill myself.
But that's when he pounced. Got himself a fancy lawyer.
I didn't have anybody.
I figured after all those years...
of blowing noses and wiping butts and fixing meals...
and car-pooling the kids every which way...
that it would count for something.
I was a fool.
The court declared me unfit.
Just like that, they were gone.
He took... my little girl and my little boy.
Anyhow, that's when I started drinking.
But I got myself sober, I stayed sober,
and I put myself through law school.
Do you miss your kids?
So much I try not to think about them.
He told me.
Romey told me where the body's buried.
Do you want to tell me, Mark? I can call the police...
and put an end to this.
But I swore an oath that I wouldn't tell nobody.
They're going to get me, Reggie.
I seen it on TV. The Mob never forgets.
Oh, my God. 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 back to the hospital...
where you'll be safe.
MARK: Reggie, I'm scared.
What's up?
He's in there, but y'all gonna have to deal with the bitches.
What do you think?
I got an idea.
McTHUNE: Yeah, I got it. It'll take at least a week...
to get that kid into protective custody.
And we'll still have to make him talk.
I want that kid in court and on the stand maana.
You hear what I'm telling you?
Let me have the phone. I'll solve this.
Don't you have something to do?
Why don't you go wake somebody up?
Mr. Foltrigg, may I have your autograph?
Of course you can. Thomas, move forward on this matter...
and produce some results in the interest...
of your own personal job security...
right, by God, now.
What's your name?
Our trailer... they burnt down our home.
We got... we got n-nothing left.
- Who did? - H-how the hell do I know?
Somebody... they saw two people. They was leavin', and...
- It's all gone. All of it. - Mom, it's my fault.
I am so sorry, really. Look, it's gonna be all right.
REGGIE: Do you have insurance?
That's none of your business, really.
REGGIE: I'm sorry, Dianne. I didn't mean anything by it.
REGGIE: I was just trying to... DIANNE: What is this crap?
Just a few things to make you feel more comfortable.
- Mamma Love cooked you... - I don't need your charity!
It's not charity, Dianne.
DIANNE: You're trying to take away my son.
Mark's already got a mother!
REGGIE: You're doing a fine job.
DIANNE: I don't need your help.
- I'm sorry if I offended... - Get out!
Sure.
- Reggie. Reggie, are you OK? - I'm fine.
CLINT: They got her on all kinds of medications.
She doesn't know what she's saying.
I had no call to speak to her that way, Lord.
- I'm sorry. - It's all right.
[Knock on door]
Hello.
I'm Detective Ed Nassar, Memphis P.D.
- You Dianne Sway? - Yeah.
These are from juvenile court, Miss Sway.
It's a summons for a hearing tomorrow.
This summons requires us to take Mark into custody at this time.
What? You can't take my son, you son of a bitch!
HARDY: Easy, now. DIANNE: Over my dead body!
- It's for his own good. - What's he done? Just tell me!
Somebody, help me here! Don't you touch him!
- You son of a bitch! - Come on, Miss Sway.
DIANNE: Aah! Get off of me! NASSAR: Calm down. Calm down.
DIANNE: Call Reggie! Can't you call Reggie? Get Reggie!
DIANNE: Mark! Mark!
NASSAR: We'll take good care of him.
NASSAR: Come on, now. DIANNE: Get your hands off me!
NASSAR: You're getting yourself all riled up.
DIANNE: Hey! Aah!
They're taking me to jail! I'm an 11-year-old!
Hey, you gonna read me my rights?
Hey, meathead, do you even know how to read? You gonna cuff me?
HARDY: This isn't an arrest. MARK: What the hell is it?
NASSAR: Watch your mouth, kid. MARK: Kiss my ass, you jerk!
NASSAR: He's all yours. WOMAN: Oh! Calm down.
Empty your pockets.
OK, now follow me.
RO Y: I don't look too bad. LARRY: You look good.
[Telephone rings]
All right. Hello.
McTHUNE: I twisted every arm. You got what you want.
The kid's in custody. Your hearing's tomorrow at 10 a.m.
I knew you could do it, Jason. Well done.
RO Y: One child in jail. WALLY: All right.
[Howling and shouting]
- What kind of place is this? - Women's detention hall.
[Howling and shouting]
Keep the noise down!
Why am I being put with the women?
'Cause you're a minor.
Stop treating me like a kid! Put me where the men are!
You're safer here. You have this whole cell to yourself.
MARK: Is this what they mean by "solitary"?
WOMAN: No. Take any bed. Don't give me any trouble.
- You OK, boy? - Can I call my mom?
Just to tell her where I'm at and that I'm OK?
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, ma'am.
[Telephone rings]
WOMAN ON PHONE: Brother's Pizza.
MARK: Uh, yes.
I would like to order 20 of your largest supremes.
WOMAN ON PHONE: OK, and where's that going, honey?
MARK: I'm ordering for Detective Nassar, North Prison.
WOMAN ON PHONE: And how would you like to pay for this order?
- Well, with my credit card. - Number, please.
The number is 4000030619540010.
WOMAN ON PHONE: OK. Hold on. That'll be $248.10.
Fine. Cheaper than the last time. Thank you.
[Laughing]
REGGIE: We'll never get him out tonight. Foltrigg filed...
a custody petition, and there's a hearing tomorrow at 10.
CLINT: Ten? REGGIE: Yep.
There's three to seven days after filing, not hours.
REGGIE: That damn Foltrigg... he'll do anything.
CLINT: You got that right. REGGIE: A child behind bars!
Milo, I've been through this wallet three times.
I have found everything except my Visa.
MAN: Hi. Did y'all order the pizzas?
[Muttering]
Ha! My, my, my.
You didn't have to sign a custody order.
- I would have brought him here. - And good morning to you, too.
What's going on?
HARRY: According to the FBI,
Paul Gronke and his pal Bono have just arrived in our city.
- You heard of these guys? - No.
HARRY: Your client could be in a world of danger.
REGGIE: Oh, shit. HARRY: What does the kid know?
- You know that's privileged. - He knows more than he should.
If he did know something,
would you guarantee him witness protection,
complete relocation for his mother, his brother, and him?
Well, this is not standard.
Oh, damn it, Harry! Why should he talk if we can't protect him?
HARRY: Forgive my presumption here, Reggie,
but you do seem overly agitated.
Whatever became of that objectivity...
we used to fight about over at Memphis State?
After all, he is just a client, isn't he?
I'm sorry. I just didn't get much sleep.
It's just that...
He's never had a break. He's counting on me.
- Hey. - Hi.
REGGIE: Thanks, Doreen. DOREEN: Good luck.
- Brought your jacket. - Thanks.
- You all right? - Yeah.
- You sure clean up good. - You, too.
MARK: Why can't I just tell them I don't know nothin'?
REGGIE: Because it's wrong. Because it's against the law.
Besides that, nobody's going to believe you,
not the Mob, not the FBI, nobody.
And besides that, Barry Muldano's a killer.
You 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 and all?
- Yes. - Proof. The truth hurts.
- They took your kids away. - You're right. You're right.
But if you lie, you're going to be just like them.
If I tell the truth, he'll kill me!
All right. Look, have you ever...
Have you ever heard of the Witness Protection Program?
That's where they put you in those funny mustaches...
and send you off to New Jersey or someplace to live.
I saw it on TV. The guy in the TV movie,
the Mob found him anyways, and they blew his legs off.
You saw that on TV?
[Reporters shouting questions]
Reggie, no matter what I do, I can probably get killed.
You can't let them ask me any questions.
I'll try, Mark,
but if Foltrigg gets you on that stand,
you can't lie, or you'll be just like them.
REGGIE: OK? MAN: Court is in session.
Mark.
HARRY: My, we certainly have drawn a crowd this morning.
- Officer? - Sergeant Hardy.
HARRY: Why are you in my courtroom wearing a firearm?
HARDY: Which... HARRY: Thank you. You may go.
RO Y: Shh. HARRY: And you, Mr. Moeller.
HARRY: Your coverage of this 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.
Well, now, that's better. Shall we proceed?
REGGIE: Your Honor, the child is without custodial parent.
Request postponement until such time as she can appear.
Your Honor, I'm Thomas Fink, Assistant U.S. Attorney...
for the eastern district of Louisiana.
I'd like to address this issue of the mother's absence.
It's our position, the position of the petitioners...
HARRY: Your position, Mr. Fink, is in that chair. Please sit.
And listen carefully. I'll only say this once.
Judge Roosevelt...
HARRY: As for you, this is not New Orleans,
and I'm not one of your federal judges.
This is my private courtroom, and I make the rules.
HARRY: Rule number one... you will speak only when spoken to.
Rule number two... do not grace His Honor...
with unsolicited commentary.
Rule number three... His Honor does not like...
to listen to the voices of U.S. Attorneys...
who love to hear themselves speak.
You understand these rules, gentlemen?
- Mr. Foltrigg. - Sir.
HARRY: Will Mr. Fink handle the prosecution's case?
Yes, sir, if it please the court, sir.
I'll allow it, but try and keep his butt in that seat, please.
HARRY: The court will act in loco parentis.
I'll watch out for the child's interests in this hearing.
- Proceed. - The child moves to dismiss.
The allegations are without merit.
The petition's been filed in an attempt...
to explore things the child might know.
- Quit calling me "the child." - Quiet, young man. Proceed.
Mr. Foltrigg and Mr. Fink are using this hearing...
as a fishing expedition, Your Honor.
Their supposition that the...
my client had any legally significant conversation...
with Mr. Clifford is based on purely circumstantial evidence.
The petition should be dismissed. Let's go home.
- Your Honor, if I may? - You may.
The child is the last person to see Clifford alive.
Now, we've established this child willfully deceived us.
Fingerprints on a Cadillac is hardly willful deceit.
The child's fingerprints were on the suicide hose...
and on the gun itself.
The child must testify in order to exonerate himself.
Mr. Fink, are you attempting to implicate this child...
in Clifford's suicide?
No. Currently, we're alleging only obstruction of justice.
Involvement in a suicide could constitute juvenile delinquency.
This child could be removed from his mother's care.
REGGIE: There's absolutely no basis for this.
Your Honor, we are only asking that the child testify...
to clear his good name.
We're not forcing the child to testify... not yet.
HARRY: Miss Love, will your client testify...
and put an end to this foolishness?
REGGIE: And if we refuse?
I don't like it, but I'd have to lock him up...
till we sort this out.
No.
The child moves for a change of venue.
Since Senator Boyette's alleged murder occurred in Louisiana,
we'd like a postponement pending relocation to that locality.
As U.S. Attorney for Louisiana, I hereby waive venue...
Child declines.
RO Y: And release proceedings to your jurisdiction.
REGGIE: Child declines such an offer.
- That's a pretty suit, cherie. - Drop dead, Roy.
HARRY: All right, you two. Just settle down.
I think it would be in everybody's best interests...
for little Mark to take the stand.
- But, Your Honor... - That's my ruling, counselor.
HARRY: Mark, come up here and take this seat right by me.
CLINT: It's OK.
FINK: Mm-hmm.
Put up your right hand, Mark. You swear to tell the truth?
- You have to say it. - I swear.
HARRY: OK. Mr. Fink will ask you some questions.
He'll keep them clear and simple. Understand?
MARK: Yes, sir. HARRY: Mr. Fink.
FINK: May I rise? HARRY: Mr. Fink.
How you doing, Mark?
Now, Mark, were you forced into the car...
with Mr. Clifford before he died?
Yes, sir.
FINK: Did you have a conversation?
MARK: Yes, sir. FINK: Listen up.
Did Mr. Clifford mention Barry Muldano...
or Senator Boyd Boyette?
You answer the question, Mark.
Is taking the Fifth Amendment lying?
HARRY: No, it's not lying.
- Can I take the Fifth Amendment? - No, you cannot.
Why not? It applies to kids, doesn't it?
Not in this case, Mark.
You're not implicated in the death of Senator Boyette,
so you'll have to answer the question.
REGGIE: As Mr. Foltrigg has done so thorough a job...
in attempting to implicate Mark,
I must, out of an abundance of caution,
advise my client to take the Fifth.
Haven't we played enough games? We're searchers for the truth.
A man has been murdered, another's dead by his own hand,
yet this boy remains silent.
What wanton hubris is this? Speak, child, now.
"Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord,"
so sayeth the psalm.
Uh, that's Proverbs 12:22.
This is still a courtroom, not a church, Mr. Foltrigg.
Please, sit down.
Romey Clifford tell you where Boyd Boyette's body's at, son?
HARRY: Mr. Foltrigg!
Yes, sir.
Answer the question, Mark.
I take the Fifth Amendment.
MARK: 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.
HARRY: Sorry, Mark. It's for your own protection.
McTHUNE: Judge, why can't you get him to answer?
These proceedings are closed.
- I didn't lie, Reggie. - You did great.
What kind of a lawyer tells a child to plead the Fifth,
send him to jail, and hold up a federal investigation?
You trying to ruin his life or just flat out get him killed?
He did real good, Reg.
NANCE: We alone? HARDY: Yeah, we are.
What happened?
I was looking for a little more this time.
- I asked you a question. - The kid's going back to jail.
- Judge want to keep him safe. - What's he know?
I'd say he knows everything, the little bastard.
Harry wants him in court tomorrow...
to see if a night in the slammer changes his mind.
- You didn't hear this from me. - Shut up.
Give me a little break here.
JOHNNY: Go powder your nose.
What is it? I'm eating here.
MULDANO: Just talked to Gronke in Memphis.
WAITER: What can I get you? MULDANO: 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, Barry?
We've had this conversation.
BARRY, ON MICROPHONE: I'm sick of it. I deserve respect.
- Nice work, Ron. - Thanks.
I'm picking it up just fine.
We need to make a move. That little bastard knows something.
BARRY: Probably told his lawyer.
We're tapping the phones tonight.
BARRY: I hate goddamn lawyers.
Please, Uncle Johnny, let me hit the kid.
We got nothing to worry about from that kid.
- Call the whole thing quits. - Uncle Johnny, that kid knows...
[Johnny's hand smashes the table]
Goddamn bugs.
JOHNNY: City's lousy with them.
You're right, Uncle Johnny. Kid knows nothing.
[Waiter stirring loudly]
They're onto us. We're out of business.
We're going to put this thing behind us. Is that clear?
I got it, Uncle Johnny.
MOMMA LO VE: What are you doing? REGGIE: Nothing. Go to sleep.
MOMMA LO VE: Have you any idea what time it is?
REGGIE: Momma, have you seen my notebooks from school?
MOMMA LO VE: In the garage? REGGIE: Huh?
MOMMA LO VE: Garage. REGGIE: Shit. Yeah.
MOMMA LO VE: Honey, you need to get some sleep.
He's your client, Regina. He's not your ch...
[Door slams]
Unh!
Damn.
[Shivering]
Jesus.
Mark. Mark. Mark.
- Telda, call a medic! Quick! - Medic on five now!
- The boy's soaking wet. - The baby's in shock, isn't he?
Go get a towel. Shit.
MEDIC: What's going on? DOREEN: I don't know.
Damn. This kid's heart is about to explode. Get an ambulance!
DOREEN: Right. Telda, call an ambulance!
[Siren]
WOMAN: What have we got? MAN: Elevated pulse and B.P.
MAN: Vitals have come down since we got here.
WOMAN: Did he bleed? MAN: No.
WOMAN: He can wait. MAN: Sign. He's all yours.
- Where are the police? - He's just a juvenile.
INJURED MAN: Goddamn it! Look at this, man.
INJURED MAN: My guitar.
I just can't believe it, man. Look at my guitar!
DOCTOR: Forget the guitar. MAN: This is an original.
DOCTOR: All right, settle down.
NURSE: Just what we need... another drunk Elvis.
MAN: People here need help. I need a new guitar.
Who's gonna pay for this? Who's paying for the guitar?
DIANNE: Is there coffee? OFFICER: They got a fresh pot.
[Panting]
Mark?
Paging Mr. Sway.
Now, it's nothing personal, kid. I don't want to hurt you.
I just want to talk. Want a smoke, huh?
Let's have a smoke together.
Mark?
OK, you little punk, game's over.
Oh, isn't this a nice spot to die? Uh-huh.
Well, well! I wonder if we'll find a live body in here.
[Whistles]
GRONKE: Come on over here.
Hey!
[Pounding on door]
BARRY: Open this door, you little punk!
[Telephone ringing]
- McThune. - Chief, this is Jerry.
JERRY: It's about Mark Sway. He's escaped.
Pardon me?
MOMMA LO VE: Hi there. Thought you boys could use some coffee.
- Thank you, Mrs. Love. - Well, you're welcome.
Is this really the best time to defrost the freezer?
Will you shut up?
MOMMA LO VE: You need anything else, just holler.
REGGIE: Why are you being nice to them?
Because they're cute. They're trying to be protective.
Where have you been? They're here because they're hoping...
an 11-year-old boy comes by so they can pounce on him.
CLINT: I feel like a prisoner. REGGIE: Shit.
Will you just be calm?
Me? You haven't sat still since they got here.
MOMMA LO VE: It isn't every day you get staked out at home.
Fine. Let's just all relax.
Can we do that? Let's just try and sit down and relax.
MOMMA LO VE: I'm relaxed.
[Telephone ringing]
Hello.
It's me. I busted out of jail. You've got to come get me.
Jeanette. It's Jeanette.
[Police radio transmitting]
Oh, it's Jeanette.
REGGIE: What are you doing calling me so late, girl?
Who's Jeanette?
I'm at Saint Peter's, hiding out.
- What?! - I ran in place for an hour.
I faked an attack of post-traumatic stress disorder.
They rushed me right over. It was easy as pie.
- Are you OK? - No, I'm not OK.
I locked the Mafia guy in the morgue.
MAN: There's something down the hallway here!
Mark, just go find yourself a policeman right now.
[Men shouting]
I'm not going back to jail.
MARK: If you don't come get me,
I'll go where I'm going on my own.
- No! No, no. - I'm serious, Reggie.
MARK: You've got to get me.
Now, you're the only friend I've got. You know that.
- Don't let me down. - Shit!
Um... I'll meet you by the front parking lot...
in a dark gray Honda.
OK, right in front of the cross. The big one.
Thank you, Reggie. Thanks.
CLINT: My dark gray Honda? REGGIE: Give me the keys.
You can't run away with an escaped whatever-he-is.
They'll arrest you. You'll be disbarred. You're crazy.
Momma, distract the police. I'll go out the back way.
Will you just go give them coffee or something?
Don't ask me any questions, please. Oh, I need some cash.
Reg, this is my rent money.
You can live with Momma. She likes you better than me.
That wouldn't be hard.
REGGIE: Get in and stay down.
Your momma must be beside herself.
I called her from the morgue, told her we'd fix everything.
- We?! - You're an accomplice now.
Shit.
We're watching the mother's room, and we bugged her phone.
- Anybody talk to her yet? - No. You wanted to be first.
McTHUNE: Your boy's missing.
Missing? You mean you lost him.
Has he tried to contact you tonight?
Uh-uh. You searched the hospital?
He knows it real well, you know.
Yes, we have searched the hospital.
Reggie Love is missing, too. Could Mark be with her?
Hell, y'all are the FBI.
Since you got involved, our trailer's been blowed 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?
Well, I've been thinking.
That witness protection thing sounds pretty good,
but Romey was all drunk and on pills.
What if the body ain't where he said?
Would we still get witness protection?
We make our deal before we tell them where it is...
and then just keep our fingers crossed.
So first we got to be sure the body's even there, right?
What are you getting at?
We got to go to New Orleans and find Senator Boyette's body.
You are out of your mind. No way. Absolutely not.
That's it. Where are you going?
You, stay. Damn it.
Get back in the car. Mark! Where are you going?
Mark! Somebody's going to see you, damn it!
Let me go! I'll hitchhike if I have to!
You're going to 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, well...
asking people for help?
Yeah.
I guess now I'm asking you.
Please?
MARK: Where are you going?
REGGIE: I'm Looking for a map to New Orleans.
What do you think I'm doing?
JOHNNY: The kid broke jail. The lawyer is 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 remember how close he was to death.
- It was kind of a joke. - Very funny.
After Romey died, there were cops all over the place.
Now they're finally gone, I can get the body.
JOHNNY: The way this has been handled has been very stupid.
I will not let you take this family down with you.
I'm begging you, Uncle Johnny, just let me get the body.
Help me now, and I'll never make another mistake again.
JOHNNY: Take Gronke and Bono.
I'm giving you one chance to clear this up.
- This is my last favor, Barry. - Thank you, Uncle Johnny.
JOHNNY: Barry, do you understand what I mean...
when I say "my last favor"?
I understand.
[Telephone rings]
CLINT: Reggie Love's office. REGGIE: Call Dianne Sway.
REGGIE: Tell her Mark's OK. He's with me.
CLINT: Where are you? The Feds are going crazy.
A motel outside of New Orleans.
We'll be back tomorrow.
If anything happens, take care of Mamma Love.
Reggie, Reggie, don't you hang up. Reggie!
Hey. Got something. Good. Good work.
We monitored a call from Clint Von Hooser...
to Dianne Sway.
Love has got the kid in New Orleans.
Walter, get the airplane.
Excellent news.
Yes, sir. We are out of here, huh?
We'll give you a telephone call.
Move out, Walter.
Go, Wally!
We still going north?
I don't know. Check out my compass.
Take it off.
I never take it off.
That's OK. We're on the right street.
1210.
Yes. Turn your lights off.
This is where the rich people live.
Holy shit, look.
Don't curse.
See what that one is.
1212.
1213.
REGGIE: Must be 1214.
There it is.
Bingo.
Oh, my.
Be quiet. Don't let the neighbors see you.
I see a house, but not a boathouse.
Get down. You'll kill yourself.
We'll find another way.
Let's go by the river and hide the car.
[Man and woman arguing loudly]
REGGIE: Don't touch the fence.
MARK: I ain't crazy.
I don't want the shit shocked out of me.
That must be Romey's place by those trees.
MARK: Yeah.
Looks like a boathouse.
How can we get there?
- Come on. - No, Mark! Shoot!
That's private property.
WOMAN: Turn off the lights and come to bed.
MAN: That's what I'm doing.
MARK: Romey's neighbors sure are paranoid.
REGGIE: You would be with the Mafia next-door.
Don't touch it.
MARK: Damn it.
REGGIE: Shh.
I'll look around for another door.
REGGIE: There's another door, but it's locked.
MARK: I'll try the window.
BARRY: Know how to get to Romey's?
GRONKE: Everybody knows how. Sit down.
REGGIE: Be careful.
MARK: OK.
REGGIE: You OK?
REGGIE: Can you see anything?
Yeah.
[Thump]
Shh! Quiet.
You'll wake up the neighbors.
REGGIE: What do you see?
MARK: It's definitely a boathouse.
REGGIE: Wait. What are you doing?
REGGIE: Don't go in there. MARK: I'll unlock the door.
REGGIE: Mark, get down here.
REGGIE: Mark!
Mark! Shit!
MARK: Uhh! REGGIE: You OK?
MARK: I'll see if it's here. REGGIE: No. Let me in.
MARK: It's here! REGGIE: Open up this door.
REGGIE: Mark, I'm going to kill you if you don't open this door.
Chittering
Oh, shit!
What happened? Are you all right?
Yeah. It's a raccoon.
Good. Now let me in.
BARRY: Watch the water.
BONO: I can keep lookout. Just take care of business.
Somebody's coming. I think it's Barry Muldano.
- Open this door. - It's locked.
I'm trapped.
GRONKE: You got a key?
[Silenced gunshots]
- You hear something? - No.
[Door closes]
GRONKE: Getting paranoid in your old age?
BARRY: Shut up, asshole.
[Rustling]
Bye-bye, Rocky Raccoon.
Leave a goddamn calling card, why don't you?
I told you I heard something, asshole.
GRONKE: You buried him underneath here, right?
BARRY: Give me one of them.
GRONKE: Some rocket scientist you are.
There are so many neighbors around here, Barry.
BARRY: Shut up and start digging.
[Digging]
BARRY: It's at my house.
[Muttering]
Come on. Let's get it out of here.
Resurrection time, you old bastard.
Let's just get out of here.
Shh. Shh.
Hey!
Aah!
BONO: Hey, Gronke, you OK?
Get this thing off me, Bono.
Aah!
REGGIE: Run, Mark, run!
You're going to die, bitch.
Get off her. Now.
I'm serious. Let her go.
Drop the knife.
Mr. Mark Sway.
You a big man with a gun, Mark Sway?
You're not going to shoot anyone.
[Cocks gun]
Yes, I am.
Give me the gun.
No. He was going to kill you.
He would have killed my mom and my little brother.
You're a scared little prick, probably piss your pants.
Come on. Pull the goddamn trigger.
No, Mark. Mark.
If I just shoot, everything will be OK.
No. You'll be just like him.
REGGIE: Give it to me.
Come on. Give it to me.
Give it to me.
Should have let the kid shoot, bitch.
You haven't got the balls.
Really?
[Alarm sounds]
Jesus Christ!
You robbing son of a bitch!
BARRY: Damn! MAN: Who the hell are you?
No one's breaking into my place, you son of a bitch!
Holy... get in the house!
MAN: Call the police!
BONO: What, are you nuts? BARRY: We still got time!
BARRY: Goddamn it! GRONKE: Get in the boat, Barry!
[Engine starts]
[Arguing]
- You're a genius. - You're not bad yourself.
REGGIE: Let's see what we got. MARK: I wonder if he's home.
- Ohh! - Oh, God. He's home.
What's the cloak-and-dagger all about, Reggie?
You can trust us.
- You three come alone? - Uh-huh.
- Is that the truth? - Of course.
Have one of them trot out to the parking lot...
and get a pen from those agents that aren't out there.
- Give me a pen, Wally. - Hi.
You've been busy, Reggie... obstruction of justice,
tampering with federal evidence,
contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
Roy, I'm flattered that you noticed.
You really see Boyd Boyette's body?
- I smelled it, too. - Where is it?
Here's a list of all the psychiatric hospitals...
that specialize in children.
I want a bed for Ricky Sway by noon.
You're not in that strong a bargaining position.
You know where that body's at, you better tell.
I don't know where it'll be in three hours.
You want to play games or make a deal?
All right. What do you want?
- Have access to a private jet? - I do.
Pick up Dianne and Ricky Sway and their doctor.
When Mark Sway's on board,
I'll tell you where your body is. How's that?
Nothing I can't live with.
REGGIE: The whole family enters the witness protection program.
Soon as Ricky's better, they choose their new city.
Agreed.
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's going to need some starting-out money...
and a nice new job.
OK. One of you guys want to type this up?
Soon as Dianne signs, we'll live happily ever after.
Give me some help, Reggie. How far is it to that body?
12 little itty-bitty tiny minutes.
- Thank you, Reggie. - You're welcome, Roy.
MAN: They're on the roof now. They're going to board.
SECOND MAN: Here. Now just get right in the helicopter.
Departure is at 1603 hours.
E.T.A. 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 to survive.
It's not too late. I'll dig up that body myself.
Let Gronke here drive you and take Bono along.
You can all go together for a nice 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.
MAN: Welcome to New Orleans. Watch your step.
Mom!
God, I'm sorry I worried you.
I'm glad you came.
I'm not sure I had that much choice.
If you don't want me...
to tell where the body is, I won't.
Phoenix has this great hospital for kids.
Once Ricky's better, we'll move anywhere...
Canada, Connecticut, anywhere.
Anyplace that starts with a "C," anyway.
They... they told me we'd have a real house.
REGGIE: Some getting-starting money,
walk-in closet.
Later, maybe a good job?
Yeah.
And watch my boys grow up, maybe even join the PTA.
Whatever.
Hell, I'm only 27 years old.
You're due for a break.
Look, about what all I said in the hospital...
Oh.
MRS. SWAY: I want to apologize.
No need, no need.
And wherever your kids are...
they're crazy not to want you with them.
Thank you.
Yeah, like you said, one day at a time.
Phoenix...
I sure do like the sound of that.
[Snaps fingers]
Congratulations, Ms. Sway.
Jason McThune will escort you to Phoenix,
take care of matters.
McTHUNE: Right this way, Ms. Sway.
All right, guys. Let's go.
Let's go, boy. Come on.
Thanks, Reverend Roy.
You've been a real pain in the ass.
Thank you, son. Good luck to you.
You've been an even larger pain in the ass.
Give me five.
You can't come, can you?
When you enter the witness protection program,
well, you have to sever all ties.
I'll never see you again, will I?
No.
Look, you want to...
You want to take care of my compass?
That way you'll never lose your way again.
I love you, Reggie.
I know, sweet boy. I love you, too.
You better go to your mamma.
OK?
I'll call you.
Oh!
The body is behind Romey Clifford's house...
in his boathouse.
1214 East Brookline.
Oh, my.
You did very well, Ms. Love.
Reggie. Thank you, Roy.
Oh. You forgot one thing.
You should have demanded immunity...
for your illegal actions.
Oh. An eye for an eye.
Exodus 21:24.
Let me tell you something.
When I'm governor of Louisiana, do you want a job?
I got one. Thanks.
FINK: Showtime, Roy.
Oh.
Thank you, Reggie.
Thank Mark.
Hey.
RO Y: Will y'all come over here, if you will?
MAN: Come on, come on!
RO Y: Now, we have, uh...
After what I must say has been an exhaustive investigation,
we can make the solemn announcement...
that we've recovered the body of Senator Boyd Boyette.
CLINT: He's quite a kid.
REGGIE: Don't tell him he's a kid.
He'll just get real pissed off.