RADIO: 2:00 in Memphis...
[Radio continues indistinctly]
WOMAN: Ricky? Son? BO Y: What?
WOMAN: Come on back here.
Won't be back till late. I want you in by dark.
Watch out for your little brother, Mark.
RICKY: I can watch out for myself.
MARK: Cannot. Don't worry, I'll take care of him.
RICKY: Why does he have to?
MARK: Because I'm older, stupid.
RICKY: Mom, he called me stupid again.
WOMAN: Y'all hush up.
WOMAN: Don't read any more of them scary comics, Ricky.
RICKY: Whatever. WOMAN: He can't sleep.
WOMAN: I'm gonna miss my bus.
Gonna be late again. I'll get docked for sure.
[Woman slurping]
There's macaroni and cheese in the cabinet, OK?
All right. Got your lunch?
WOMAN: Thank you, baby.
- Keys? - Oh... yeah.
- Exact change for the bus? - Oh, shoot, baby, thank you.
Forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.
WOMAN: Stay out of them woods. MARK: OK, Mom.
WOMAN: You hear me, Mark? Come here, baby.
RICKY: Come on, Mark, give me a cigarette!
MARK: No way! RICKY: Mark, wait!
MARK: Catch me, and I'll give you one.
RICKY: Can't run that fast! MARK: Wuss!
[Laughing]
MARK: Catch me!
RICKY: Wait up, Mark! MARK: Better hurry.
RICKY: We can't go in the woods.
MARK: Go home. I'll smoke them myself.
MARK: Come get me! Come on!
RICKY: Wait up, Mark!
[Boys yelling indistinctly]
Come on, Ricky. Catch me.
RICKY: Come on, give me one! MARK: No way, pal!
RICKY: I'll tell Mom. MARK: Shit, you tattletale!
MARK: You know the deal.
RICKY: If I tell anyone, you'll kick my ass.
MARK: That's right. If you smoke more than one a day...
RICKY: You'll kick my ass again.
MARK: That's right. RICKY: How many do you smoke?
MARK: Only one. I'm smart. RICKY: Will one a day kill me?
MARK: Nah, but more puts you in deep shit.
RICKY: How many does Mom smoke? MARK: Forty.
RICKY: Whoa. What about Dad? MARK: A hundred a day.
RICKY: Is he gonna die soon? MARK: I wish. Sit there.
Don't try to swallow the smoke yet,
'cause I know you're not ready for that.
You'll just choke and puke all over the place.
MARK: Suck a little and blow.
[Coughing]
[Laughing]
Told you not to swallow the smoke.
This is easy.
That's why you look like you're going to puke.
Do not.
- Where's he going? - Shh.
- What's he doing? - Shh.
MAN: Damn... damn...
MAN: Damn!
[Mumbling]
Damn. Goddamn it.
[Closes car trunk]
Son of a bitch!
Jesus Christ, he's trying to kill himself.
How do you know?
I seen it on TV once.
Why does he want to kill himself?
How am I supposed to know, stupid?
Well, let's get the hell out of here.
No. You stay here. If you move, I'll kick your ass.
What are you going to do?
RICKY: Mark. Mark!
[Breathing deeply]
- Come on, Mark, let's go. - We got to make sure he's OK.
- You think he's dead? - Don't know.
Uhh.
[Opens car door]
MAN: Damn!
Nothing works. Nothing works, damn it!
He is crazy as hell.
Aah!
Damn it. Damn it! Damn!
Let's go, Marky. Please.
No, we can't. If he kills himself and we know about it,
we could be in bullshit.
We won't tell no one. Just let him die.
No. We're not leaving till I say.
Let him die!
Mark.
Let him die!
[Gasps]
MAN: You bastard!
You little bastard!
MAN: Get in there. MARK: No!
Get in there! Got you!
MAN: You sit there. Don't you touch that damn door!
Sorry, kid. You had to be a... a cute ass,
had to stick your dirty little nose...
in my business, didn't you?
So I think we should die together.
Just you and me, pal, off to la-la land.
Sweet dreams.
- You want that gun? - No, sir.
- Well, you're looking at it. - I wasn't, sir.
Don't you lie to me!
You lie to me, I'll kill you.
Please don't kill me, sir.
I got my mother and brother to take care of.
I'll give you a choice. I'll blow your brains out...
and end it now...
or we could wait and let the gas do it.
You decide.
[Man laughing]
[Crying]
- What's your name? - Mark. Mark Sway.
Jerome Clifford, attorney at law.
So, since we're both pretty tight right now,
call me Romey.
[Bird chirping]
Shh.
Listen. You hear that bird?
I drove all the way from New Orleans to hear those birds.
Grew up here.
I played in these woods.
Now I'm gonna die here, too.
Why are you doing this?
ROMEY: Because if I don't kill myself, he will.
Who's he?
The Blade. Barry "the Blade" Muldano.
[Chuckles]
Why does this Blade guy want to kill you?
Mmm!
[Laughing]
ROMEY: Because I know...
I know where the proverbial body is buried.
Whose body?
[Crying]
[Romey speaking indistinctly]
ROMEY: My client killed Senator Boyd Boyette and hid the body,
so now my client, he wants to kill me.
ROMEY: You know where the body's buried?
The body is buried. He hid the body...
[Crying]
ROMEY: It's still buried there. Can you believe it?
FBI's dug up half of New Orleans.
They haven't found it.
They're not gonna find it. No way.
ROMEY: Yeah! Oh, yeah, Mark, go for it!
Yeah, Mark, go ahead.
Go ahead, Mark, pull the trigger.
Yeah! Pull the trigger.
Pull the goddamn trigger!
Pull it! Pull the trigger!
Pull it!
Pretty nifty piece, huh? Ha ha! Whoa!
Hell, I don't even know if it works.
ROMEY: Let's see if it works.
Aah!
It works!
- Shit! - It works! Hey, get over here!
- Kid, come back here! - Ricky!
ROMEY: Don't go anywhere! MARK: Ricky, damn you, come on!
ROMEY: Hey, Mark! Son of a bitch!
Hey!
Where are you? Goddamn kid!
Hey!
ROMEY: Mark! Come back here, kid!
Barry the Blade finds out what I told you,
he's going to kill you anyway.
[Fires gun]
ROMEY: You hear me, kid?
ROMEY: Mark! Why, you...
ROMEY: You...
RICKY: Aah! Aah!
- Put my drink on the bill, babe. - All right.
MAN: Come on, dance with me!
I've been waiting a half-hour.
MAN: Where's Romey? The damn Feds are on my ass.
God, 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, honest to God.
I haven't seen him. I don't know where he is.
You know, Claudette, you're a very pretty woman.
Well, thank you, Mr. Muldano.
Now, you want to stay pretty, don't you?
Please. I'm just a secretary.
Listen, honest to God, I don't know where he is.
He doesn't always tell me where he's going.
Put your hand in there. Put your hand in here!
- I don't... I don't know. Honest. - Shh.
Put your hand in. Come on, put it in.
CLAUDETTE: Please, I don't know where he is.
MULDANO: Come on.
CLAUDETTE: Aah!
[Claudette whimpering]
CLAUDETTE: Mr. Muldano, I...
You know, I believe you really didn't know where he was.
- Here we go. - Damn!
OFFICER: What's inside here?
- Check the woods. - Here, take a look at this.
- 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 mamma. Get your thumb out.
Come on, baby.
[Door opens]
Where have you been?
What the hell is wrong with your brother?
What have you done now? What the hell is going on?
- Boy's witnessed a suicide. - He what?
Me and Ricky was just... out in the woods playing.
We seen this guy, and he was dead with a gun in his mouth.
- Oh, my dear God. - I ran home and called 911.
What happened to Ricky?
He just laid on the bed and started sucking his thumb.
This is Sergeant Hardy. We need the paramedics over here now.
This boy needs to be hospitalized.
I don't have health insurance.
HARDY: Saint Peter's will take the indigent cases.
Pack up some few things.
MRS. SWAY: What, like clothes? What?
[Siren]
HARDY: Are you telling the truth about what y'all saw?
Don't you believe me?
Well, I didn't say I didn't believe you.
Just seems strange, that's all.
You call 911, but you wouldn't leave your name.
I was scared. I never saw a dead guy before.
HARDY: Why did you sneak back and hide up 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.
The name "Jerome Clifford" mean anything to you?
No.
You know, 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.
Officer, we was just walking through the woods.
We found Romey dead. That's all.
- Who's Romey? - Isn't that the guy's name?
HARDY: I said Jerome Clifford. Whoever heard of the name Romey?
MAN: Hello. I'm Dr. Greenway. Is this your son?
GREENWAY: What's his name? MRS. SWAY: Ricky Sway.
GREENWAY: How long has he been this way?
MRS. SWAY: My boy, Mark, found him.
GREENWAY: You found him, Mark?
MAN ON TV: ...Channel Three report.
WOMAN ON TV: Jerome Clifford, New Orleans attorney,
was found dead in an apparent suicide...
outside Memphis just hours ago.
The famed Mafia lawyer was due to defend...
the alleged Mafia hit man Barry "the Blade" Muldano...
next month in the increasingly notorious case...
of still-missing Louisiana Senator Boyd Boyette,
now presumed dead.
MAN ON TV: It would be tough enough to build...
a case against Muldano without a body,
but surely Clifford's death will mean more delays.
As one source tells me, the plot thickens and sickens...
for U.S. Attorney Roy Foltrigg.
WOMAN ON TV: No body, no case, no conviction.
And that means no front-page pictures...
that Attorney Foltrigg likes so much.
WOMAN ON TV: No CNN interviews, no quick ascent to Capitol Hill.
Sorry, Reverend Roy.
RO Y: I never liked that cow. MAN: We're here, Roy.
Apparently, he first tried a hose attached to the tailpipe.
For some reason, it didn't work... probably too stoned.
Full of downers and a gallon of whiskey.
He swallowed a bullet for dessert.
Single shot to the head. Cheap, snub-nosed.38.
A definite suicide, Roy.
I called Romey two days ago.
I said, "I can pierce client/attorney privilege...
"and put your ass on the stand."
I was bullshitting him, of course,
but I didn't know he'd get so damn nervous...
he'd blow his scalp off.
- He knew where the body is, Joe. - He'll never tell us now.
JOE: Without that body, we got no case.
RO Y: How's the weather in Memphis?
MAN: It's hot, Roy.
Sprite?
[Opens can]
- What happened to your face? - Got in a fight at school.
HARDY: It's summer. There's no school.
- I meant a kid from my school. - Who was the kid?
- Why? - Why? 'Cause I'm a cop.
It's my job to ask questions.
Besides, I think your story's full of holes.
I believe you were in that car before Clifford died.
What does "indigent" mean?
Indigent? That means poor, like you and your mother...
and your little brother.
So you'd better tell the truth, hope it snaps him out of it.
Otherwise, he could lie in some institution...
for dirt-poor crazy people with padded walls and cockroaches...
and chained to some filthy bed with snakes...
Mark? I'm Karen. Will you come with me?
- Bye. - Bye.
GREENWAY: We'll watch him through the night.
MRS. SWAY: What will you do? GREENWAY: Just watch.
GREENWAY: Sometimes, just a good night's sleep,
and the next morning they wake up fine.
GREENWAY: His reflexes are good.
MRS. SWAY: That's good. Mark, honey, Ricky's real sick.
What's the matter with him?
It's called post-traumatic stress syndrome.
Sometimes, a person sees something they can't deal with.
MRS. SWAY: I'm always telling Mark no horror movies,
no scary comics, not for Ricky.
He's always been tender that way.
GREENWAY: Easy now.
MRS. SWAY: I protect him. There's so much bad out there.
GREENWAY: Why don't you get some rest yourself?
There's nothing more you can do. We'll watch him tonight.
This has been a rough day. Just lie down in here.
MAN: That's a bad injury. What happened?
SECOND MAN: Got hit by an oil truck.
Jerk ran a stop sign.
FIRST MAN: My name's Gill Beale. I'm a lawyer.
I specialize in car wrecks, especially large trucks.
Let's see what you got. A broken leg, a concussion,
a couple of busted ribs...
- And a broken collarbone. - Great!
BEALE: I can get you at least 600,000.
Did I say six? Six is just for starters. Check me out.
Call up Gill Beale. You'll see who's for real.
MAN: There's more lawyers here than there are doctors.
BEALE: Now, don't be that way. I'm gonna outrun that buggy.
[Men arguing]
JOE: Wait till you see this guy.
Mr. Foltrigg, Jason McThune, FBI. Welcome to Memphis...
home of the King, city of the good abode.
RO Y: What do you know, McThune?
Kid's name is Mark Sway. He told Memphis P. D...
that he and his brother stumbled on the body,
then turned and ran and called the cops.
- I think he's lying. - Why?
We lifted his prints off a Sprite can.
They match prints that were all over the car.
I think he was in that car with Clifford before he shot himself,
and for quite a while.
JOE: Why would he lie?
One... he's scared. Two... kids always lie.
Adults are the enemy, remember? Three... maybe Romey told him...
something he knows he should not know.
People hate to die with secrets. That's good work, McThune.
Thank you, sir. I'm going to keep it up, believe me.
Listen, I'm sick and tired of chasing Elvis sightings.
- I want to get out of here. - Where do you want to go?
- Anywhere you go, sir. - Got to fix that hair, first.
Meantime, I want to talk to that child.
Yes, sir.
Dr. Greenway wants to see you.
MARK: How old are you? KAREN: Twenty-four. Why?
MARK: Are you married? KAREN: Sometimes.
MRS. SWAY: He looks better to me.
I think we get him into his own bed, he's going to be fine.
I don't know why you can't give him some medicine or something.
Can't you just give him a shot? I got to go to work.
Our trailer park takes rent by the week.
Listen to me.
Right now, it's as if Ricky is in a dark place.
He's trying to find the way out.
What's very important is that when he finds that way out,
the first thing he sees is your face.
Let's hope it will only take a day or two.
There goes another job.
Must be damn near setting some kind of record.
I'll call your employer.
My employer runs a sweatshop. He will not send flowers.
He will not understand.
You could take shifts. Perhaps the father...
Ex-father! And you keep him away from Ricky.
MRS. SWAY: Now, hush! MARK: Damn, Momma, I'm sorry.
[Greenway clears throat]
I... I don't know if you've seen this,
but there are policemen downstairs, and reporters,
and the FBI is coming to interview Mark at 10:00.
Mom, I don't want to talk to them.
I'll wind up like Ricky if they keep bugging me.
They won't go away.
Look, I don't give a flying shit about the FBI.
Boy, you're getting on my last nerve.
Now, would you sit down and hush up?
I don't know what the hell to do.
I feel like I'm losing my mind, telling me to wait...
for my boy to have some crap.
- Mom. - This boy...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
I'll think of something to get us out of this.
Hey, you and Ricky just found that guy dead.
Right? Come on, now,
there's nothing you ain't telling me, is there?
Dr. Greenway wants to start you on Valium, Mrs. Sway.
MRS. SWAY: Those cost extra? KAREN: Don't worry about that.
KAREN: Take these. MRS. SWAY: Both of them?
KAREN: Both. You'll start feeling a lot better.
MRS. SWAY: Hey, don't go far. MARK: OK, Mom.
FBI, huh? Whoo! I hear 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-sized electric chair.
I saw it once. It was about so high.
Did you know that when somebody gets electrocuted,
the current is so strong...
it makes the blood in the veins boil?
Bzzzzzt!
God... fry up just like a piece of bacon.
You're the only pig around here.
Oh... we'll see you later, Marcus.
[AII talking at once]
WOMAN: Are you here to question Mark Sway?
RO Y: I beg your pardon?
MAN: Are you here to improve...
your own position regarding the case?
My real interest is to see justice done.
Every one of you knows that.
WOMAN: Are you ever gonna find that body?
RO Y: We'll find it. You can count on it.
[Questioning continues]
[Telephone buzzing]
RECEPTIONIST: You ain't the only one here by yourself.
What do you want?
- I need to see Mr. Beale. - Where are your parents?
- Where are yours? - Are you even injured?
- Do I look injured? - Well, we only do injuries.
Well, I'll just go get hit by a truck and come back.
[Phone buzzing]
RECEPTIONIST: Y'all shut up, too.
- Yes? - Hell, no.
WOMAN: What's wrong with this window? Where are you going?
MAN: I'll get something to eat, then swing by the post office.
WOMAN: All right.
[Banging]
MARK: Hey. When's your boss coming back?
WOMAN: May I help you?
MARK: No. I need to see Reggie Love.
WOMAN: Why, may I ask?
MARK: That's between me and Mr. Love.
- I'm Reggie Love. - A woman lawyer. Oh, great.
Why is it you think you want a lawyer?
I don't want a lawyer. I hate lawyers.
MARK: Every lawyer I ever had just shafted me and my mom.
I said I need a lawyer, but I don't know about no woman.
WOMAN: Well, this lawyer that shafted you... what was her name?
- 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?
You still haven't answered my question.
Because I'm supposed to talk to some Reverend Roy guy.
- Reverend Roy Foltrigg? - Why's he called that?
He loves to quote scriptures in court,
and he knows the Bible better than God himself.
- Does he win a lot? - Always.
MARK: Why can't everyone just leave me alone?
- Some sweaty fat guy blows... - Why'd you lie to the police?
I didn't.
REGGIE: It says here you found Jerome Clifford dead.
- I did. - Uh-huh.
Dead men don't sweat... now, do they?
If you was my lawyer,
and I told you something, could you ever repeat it?
No. What is it you want to tell me?
Well, that Clifford guy came driving up...
in his big, black car,
and me and Ricky, we snuck up to watch.
And that Clifford guy got out, and he put a gun in his mouth,
and he blew his head out.
So you did see Jerome Clifford alive.
- Yeah. - Why'd you lie to the police?
I don't know. I mean, I was just scared, I guess.
My little brother's in a coma, my mom might lose her job,
the FBI's after me, but I don't know nothin'.
You would lie, too.
REGGIE: Well, you're right. You do need a lawyer, Mark Sway.
There are a few male lawyers down the hall.
You want me to recommend one?
- 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.
MAN: Shipment's coming in late. Bobby, check the permits on it?
BOBBY: Yeah. It's in the file drawer.
Thank God your mother... my sister... is dead, Barry.
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 he felt the top of his head...
pull right off his ugly face!
Two kids found him, Barry,
maybe before he finished the job.
- I know. I seen it on TV. - He might have talked.
Tell me Boyette's body's where the cops can't find it.
- The cops won't find it. - Move the body, Barry.
I will, Uncle Johnny. Only I can't right now.
JOHNNY: Why?
Where it's at... the body...
the cops are swarming all over the place.
Don't worry. They won't find the body.
If that kid knows anything, he's not talking.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here.
I'm going to Memphis and take care of those kids.
JOHNNY: I'll tell you what... you just sit on your dumb ass.
JOHNNY: Gronke. GRONKE: Mm-hmm?
JOHNNY: I want you in Memphis. GRONKE: Uh-huh.
[Knock on door]
MAN: Come.
MAN: Ah, you must be Mark.
Hi, Mark. Jason McThune, Memphis FBI.
This is Larry Trumann from New Orleans FBI.
That's Thomas Fink, Assistant United States Attorney,
and Mr. Foltrigg, United States Attorney,
both from southern Louisiana.
Sit down, son.
- Come on over here. Sit down. - Thanks.
We expected your mother, Mark. Where is she?
She's upstairs with my little brother.
She can't leave in case he wakes up.
MARK: But we could hold this off for a couple of days.
No, Mark! Let's talk a few minutes, just us.
- You nervous? - A little.
[Chuckling]
- Do I need a lawyer? - What for?
MARK: To protect my rights. RO Y: No.
McTHUNE: You've seen too much TV.
TRUMANN: We just want to ask you some questions.
Lawyers just get in the way. They object to everything.
What happens if I don't answer your questions?
We'd take you downtown. Might have to take your mother, too.
My mother get in trouble?
You ever hear of obstruction of justice, Mark?
It's a federal offense.
If a man knows something about a crime...
and withholds information from the FBI or the police,
well, he might be punished... sent to jail or something.
You're saying, if I don't answer your questions,
I could go to jail?
Maybe.
MARK: If y'all was in my place, wouldn't y'all want a lawyer?
Hell, no. They're a pain in the ass.
- Pain in the ass? - Mm-hmm.
But aren't you a lawyer?
MAN: Jerome Clifford wasn't really dead...
when you found him, was he.
MARK: Yes, he was. RO Y: You were in that car.
You see that?
RO Y: You and Romey Clifford had a nice long chat.
Did you talk about life? Did you talk about love?
Y'all talk about where bodies are buried?
- I have to go to the bathroom. - Answer the question first.
- I've got to go bad. Please? - Well, you better go.
Thanks.
[Door closes]
- You don't need no lawyer. - Hell, no!
That boy's ready to tell all. You know where Muldano's at?
- Yeah. - Grab him so he don't skip town.
Don't mark up his face.
We'll do the press conference here, Wally.
Hold on till we grab Muldano.
I want to make sure those affidavits are set.
Did you get my makeup? I'll need pancake number 17.
Doughnuts. Doughnuts. Give me that telephone.
Press loves coffee and doughnuts. See what you can do.
Where will we put me? By the flags?
I look best in front of these glass bricks...
behind a big bank of microphones.
That always looks nice, doesn't it?
[Knock on door]
- Come in, Mark. Polite kid. - Yeah. He's a good boy.
REGGIE: Oh, keep your seats. LARRY: We're in a meeting.
McTHUNE: 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?
JOE: When did he hire you?
REGGIE: I don't think that's any of your business, is it?
RO Y: You'll have to forgive us, Miss Love. You're so pretty,
how could anybody mistake you for a lawyer?
Please call me Reggie.
RO Y: Reggie. REGGIE: Roy.
REGGIE: So, uh, did you, in fact... oh, please sit down...
attempt to interrogate my client...
outside the presence of his mother... Jason?
- No. - He tells me you did, Lawrence.
He's confused. We assumed his mother was on her way down.
Where were you during this?
That's not really relevant. Did you advise him...
that he should talk to an attorney, Thomas?
Uh, yes. Remember, Mark said something...
or I did... about TV,
and then Mark said that he might need a lawyer,
and I thought he was just joking.
REGGIE: So he never asked if he needed a lawyer?
I don't remember it that way.
Well, did you advise him of his Miranda rights?
No. Why? He's not a criminal. We just want to ask questions.
So you did try to interrogate him away from his mother.
McTHUNE: No. THOMAS: Definitely not.
No way.
- Bullshit. - Ah. Tread carefully, cherie.
We know your client lied about being in that car.
I think that's a bit of the pot calling the kettle black.
MARK, ON RECORDING: Do I need a lawyer?
McTHUNE: What for? MARK: To protect my rights.
McTHUNE: No. You've watched too much TV.
LARRY: We just want to ask you some questions.
THOMAS: Lawyers just get in the way. They object to everything.
- You wired the kid. - It's nothing personal.
McTHUNE, ON RECORDING: ...your mother, too.
You boys attempted to interrogate a child...
outside the presence of his mother, without her consent.
He asked you if he needed a lawyer,
and you said, "No. Lawyers are a pain in the ass."
REGGIE: I'd like to confer with my client...
and meet with you people in my office tomorrow around 3:00.
If I need anything from you boys... like the truth...
well, I expect to get it.
I catch you lying again, I'm going to use the tape.
- That's blackmail, Ms. Love. - Indict me, Reverend Roy.
[Chuckles]
RO Y: Damn. McTHUNE: Still want doughnuts?
Shut up, McThune. Goddamn.
MRS. SWAY: Want a cigarette? REGGIE: No. I just quit.
MRS. SWAY: There's been a mistake.
We can't afford no lawyer.
REGGIE: Don't worry about it. MRS. SWAY: My boss fired me.
My baby's in a coma, and he fires me.
Don't tell Mark.
REGGIE: Just one day, he fired you? He's a pig. That sucks.
MRS. SWAY: Wasn't much of a job anyways. Five bucks an hour.
REGGIE: How long you been there?
MRS. SWAY: Huh? Oh. Uh, six months.
Lord, I can't keep my head on straight.
REGGIE: You're doing fine.
I like your ring. They real diamonds?
Lord, no. It's semiprecious.
MRS. SWAY: You got kids?
REGGIE: Gosh, you must have been a baby...
when you started having your babies.
I was just a dumb kid, living in a dream.
All's I ever wanted was a white house with a walk-in closet.
Ain't that stupid?
No. Having a dream's never stupid.
I say, take it one day at a time.
[Singing] Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Come on, Ricky. You always laugh at my air guitar.
Who's the best guitarist in the whole world? Who?
Come on, Ricky, say it. Yell it!
MARK: I know.
Look, Ricky... an Eskimo pissing.
Ahh... la la la la la...
Whew! God.
Ricky, 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, Ricky. I swear.
I got us a lawyer,
and even though she is a woman, she's pretty darn good.
She only costs a dollar, too.
But that's not it, though.
I'm really sorry.
I'm going to make it up to you. I promise.
[Camera clicks]
Hey! What the hell are you doing?
Hi. Slick Moeller, Memphis Press.
I wrote the story this morning. Say, how's your brother?
MARK: Get out of here! MOELLER: How's your brother?
Just a second, son! I want to ask you some questions.
Did Jerome Clifford touch you anyplace or something like that?
Did he tell you why he was committing suicide? Did he?
- Get out of here! - Did he talk to you?
- Get out! - I'll pay you for an interview.
Cops say you know more than you're telling!
Are you all right?
You understand I can't do it without getting paid.
I got to hang up. I'll talk to you later.
GRONKE: You Nance, the private investigator?
Security specialist. Who's asking?
Name's Gronke. I need some fast work.
- Who referred you? - Sulari. New Orleans.
I get $2,000 cash retainer, nonrefundable,
before I lift a finger.
You like kids?
TV: First thing we'll do is...
...is scheduled to be finished...
REGGIE: Why do you think Foltrigg was so...
Mark, we're almost through. Could you listen up, huh?
[Turns off TV]
REGGIE: Thank you. Why was Foltrigg so convinced...
you were in Clifford's car?
I don't know.
If I'm 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. You like Led Zeppelin? - Oh, yeah. They were great.
I'll bet you never even heard of Led Zeppelin.
You're probably one of them grownups...
who just say they like really cool bands...
just to get close to little punks like me.
Well, I think we've covered just about everything.
All right, what's your favorite Led Zeppelin song?
Uh, Moby Dick... live version. Bitching drum solo.
I'll pick you up tomorrow about 2:30, OK?
What were the names of the first four albums, Miss Groupie?
You tell Reverend Roy what you told me.
That'll probably be the last we'll hear from him.
OK? Hmm?
What happens if you lie to the FBI?
It's a federal offense. You could go to jail. Why?
You weren't smoking something besides cigarettes, were you?
No, ma'am.
Is there something you're not telling me?
I'm positive I'm not keeping something from you.
- I mean, I was just curious. - OK.
The first Led Zeppelin albums were called I, II, and III.
The fourth, which is untitled, is generally referred to as IV.
See you tomorrow, groupie.
WOMAN ON TV: ...the space people!
They've come back! I knew they would!
Hello, out there. Just be peaceful.
Ah, w-we're friendly. Don't be afraid.
My assistant will now approach you.
Do not hurt him.
NANCE: Want one? MARK: Huh?
Elvis Pezley.
Ha! Elvis Pezley.
I bet it's poisoned.
- She's funny, isn't she? - Yeah.
My boy loves her.
Ahh.
Sorry. My boy was in a car wreck. Drunk driver.
Don't know if he's going to make it. He's only eight.
My brother's only eight, and he's really sick.
- What's wrong with him? - He saw something, is all.
You're not the kids who saw that suicide guy, are you?
- Mm-hmm. - I seen it on TV. Jesus.
That must have been awful. How's your brother doing?
- He just lays there. - Man, oh, man.
- What a scary thing to see. - I wasn't scared.
He must have been crazy to stick a gun in his mouth like that.
NANCE: I mean, why? MARK: Hmm.
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.
- Hope your brother gets better. - Yeah.
[Dialing]
[Telephone rings]
MARK: Karen? Where's Karen?
Off duty, hon. Get you anything?
Yeah. You got anything to eat around here?
NURSE: Cafeteria's open. MARK: All right.
- Can I have your autograph? - Sure.
[Elevator bell dings]
[Doors open]
WOMAN: Giving them a vacation package.
Lots of attitude, you know? I want the honeymoon suite.
GRONKE: Everything's going to be fine... just fine.
[Gronke humming]
Now, you listen to me, Mark Sway.
I don't know what Romey told you,
but you repeat a single word to anyone,
including your bitch lawyer, I'll kill you.
You talk to the Feds tomorrow, I'll kill you.
And if you tell anyone about me, I'll kill you slow.
You understand me, little big boy? You understand?
Then we have an understanding. Now, I'll be watching you, boy.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
CLINT: So everybody knew that Muldano and Boyette...
were in bed together.
REGGIE: Basically, Boyette got himself killed.
He took Mafia money to build a toxic waste dump.
When his constituents got pissed, he voted against it.
- Enter Barry the Blade. - If Foltrigg can prove it.
Why would Foltrigg risk bringing in Muldano...
without Boyette's body?
I think this guy's gonna run for office.
- What are we serving? - It's Thursday.
Southern pecan.
Something wrong? Your brother all right?
I ain't talking to the FBI today, and that's final.
Mark, you have to talk with the FBI.
They could subpoena you.
Foltrigg is going to be here any minute.
I said no. Now, you're my lawyer,
and you have to do what I tell you.
WOMAN: 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.
All right, stay here. Stay out of sight.
REGGIE: Something's up. I don't get it, but I'll do it.
Good afternoon, Ms. Love. Is young master Sway all ready?
Roy, I'm sorry, but the meeting's been canceled.
Uh, ahem. I beg your pardon?
REGGIE: Let me debrief the child...
and give you a statement in writing.
We both know he doesn't know anything.
We need to talk to this child, Reggie.
We have a set of fingerprints...
put him right inside Jerome Clifford's car.
All right? What are we going to do about that?
- Well, I think, Roy, that... - Shit.
...the question is, how did you match his fingerprints?
We lifted one off a soda at the hospital.
Did you ask either Mark Sway or his mother before doing so?
You invaded the privacy of an 11-year-old child.
WALLY: We were just trying to obtain evidence.
REGGIE: Evidence? So his prints are in the car.
You have no proof that he even interacted with Clifford.
Kid has a bruise on his cheekbone.
We found a spot of blood on Clifford's ring... not his type.
Well, let me guess. Mark Sway's blood type.
That's right.
And how did you obtain Mark Sway's blood type?
From his brother's hospital admission records.
REGGIE: And how did you obtain confidential hospital records?
- Look here... - No, you look here.
You get near my client without my permission,
I'll sue you and the FBI for civil-rights violations.
I'll file an ethics complaint with the state bars,
and I'm going to haul your ass into court.
You're playing big-league hardball here, Ms. Love.
We don't respond to threats. Does Mark Sway's mother know...
you've been institutionalized for drug and alcohol abuse?
Huh?
It was a treatment center. Close the door when you leave.
Reggie.
Listen, you've been practicing law for two years.
You're not equipped to handle this.
We know more about your client's actions than you do.
You're an amateur, Reggie. Your client's in serious peril.
Think that over.
Open that door. Let me talk to him.
- You are so good. - Hmm.
But you're not going to use this child...
to climb into the governor's chair.
You think you look good on TV?
If you try to contact my client or his family again,
I'll put little Mark Sway on the news prime time.
He can tell everybody how you trampled...
the Constitutional rights of a little 11-year-old,
and I got the tape to prove it.
Oh, we'll talk to that boy.
You miss one step, I'll eat you alive, all right?
Jesus Christ.
I'm going to kill that kid.
You been lying to me. Start telling me the truth.
You're the liar! Keep the dollar! You're fired!
What are you talking about? Come back here! Come back!
Mark! Shit! Where are my car keys?
- Where are my keys? - They're in your purse!
REGGIE: Mark!
- Mark, get in the car. Come on. - No!
- Mark, please. - No.
REPORTERS: Hey! Mark!
[Reporters yelling]
Mark, a couple of quick questions!
Kid, how'd you like the story this morning?
REGGIE: Move off.
RO Y: Kid didn't hire a lawyer for his health.
JOE: The Mob knows he knows where the body is.
That's why they flew in Gronke. You got it, Wally?
RO Y: We got to get our hands on that child before the Mob does.
We can petition the juvenile court,
alleging the boy needs supervision.
And protection. Gronke's not here to visit Graceland.
The kid's in danger. It's in his best interest...
to take him into protective custody.
To make him talk...
We allege the kid's breaking the law.
He is breaking the law! He's obstructing justice!
You file those petitions. Incarcerate his ass tonight.
Where are we? You said we was getting rid of the reporters.
See any reporters around? This is my mamma's house.
MARK: You live with your mom? REGGIE: Yeah.
REGGIE: This is Mamma Love. MAMMA LO VE: You must be Mark.
Take me back to the hospital!
Listen, 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!
MARK: I'll hitchhike! REGGIE: Go ahead!
[Door closes]
Shoot!
Nice meeting you, Mark.
[Knocking on door]
GRONKE: Who is it? BONO: It's your mother.
Ha ha! Hey, Bono.
How you doing, Paulie?
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?
Yeah, a couple... watching the hospital, same as we are.
You know, 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.
If that doesn't work, we kill them all.
REGGIE: How's he doing?
MAMMA LO VE: When he gets hungry, he'll come in.
REGGIE: Lucky a car only comes by every four hours.
MAMMA LO VE: That is one willful child, Regina.
REGGIE: Pain in the butt, if you ask me.
MAMMA LO VE: That's the pot calling the kettle black.
Hey, man. How you doing? You remember me?
- You're the kid at the hospital. - Uh-huh.
Hop in. Give you a ride. Come on, now.
What are you doing out here? Come on, hop in.
Hey, you know, my boy's getting much better.
How's your brother doing?
[Footsteps running away]
Come on back here!
- Elvis has left the building. - Told you so.
[Door slams]
MAMMA LO VE: Well, hello there.
- Take me back to the hospital. - Anybody want some lemonade?
REGGIE: I'm not taking you anywhere until we've talked.
MAMMA LO VE: Some pie? MARK: Where's the phone?
- I need to call a cab. - Help yourself.
It's $40 from here, Mamma?
Or 45? I'm not sure. Something with a tip.
Look, you're fired. Get that through your thick head.
Fine. I cannot do my job if you keep hiding things from me.
Do you know how it felt to go in there...
and take on Foltrigg on your behalf without the facts?
I should have smelled your breath.
Then I would have known you was a drunk.
Well, I think I'll be going.
I have been sober for three years.
That's what all the drunks say...
how they're going to get sober and all.
They even say they love you, but they don't.
Then they come home and beat you and your mother so bad...
you got to hit them in the face with a baseball bat.
- Talking about your daddy? - Yeah. Well, I got rid of him.
When me and Mom went into court to buy a divorce,
our lawyer sucked, as usual.
So I went up and told the judge myself about all the beatings,
about how he made us sleep in the street.
And that's when my father became my ex-father.
And now I got you. And you're a drunk and a bad lawyer, too!
Now I'm getting rid of you. You're fired, OK?
I can handle this myself.
REGGIE: Mark. Mark, I used to think...
I could handle everything by myself,
but sometimes being strong means asking for help.
Now, I know you been taking real good care of your family,
but the FBI's not going to leave you alone.
- You got to let me help you. - Let me go. I need a cigarette.
REGGIE: Smoking is terrible for you. Hey, hey, hey.
What did Romey tell you in that car?
Why do I always have to answer questions?
Why don't you ever have to answer any questions?
OK, that's fair enough. Go ahead, ask me something.
- Like what? - Whatever you want.
Go ahead. There's no rules, there's no limits.
- You ask me, and I'll answer. - And you'll tell the truth?
If it takes my skin off.
All right.
What's that thing you always wear around your neck?
This is my mamma's compass.
I wear it so I'll never lose my way again.
- Hmm. - Anything else?
- Yeah. These your kids? - Yes.
They chained down in the basement?
Close. They're with their daddy. We're divorced.
- You ever see them? - They don't want to see me.
'Cause you's a 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.
Well, I married a big Memphis doctor,
and I worked to put him through medical school.
When he became rich, he traded me in for a younger model.
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.