Cape Fear Page #7

No. Do you understand?

There will never be any connection

between you...

...and Max Cady.

You understand that?

Did he touch you?

What are you laughing about?

Why are you smiling?

I'm asking you a question.

Did he touch you?

Dani, wipe that smile off your face!

I'm asking you did he touch you?

Oh, wait, Dani. I'm sorry.

Wait, honey. I'm sorry.

Get out of here!

Come on.

Counselor?

Is that you?

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

I ain't no white trash piece of sh*t.

I'm better than you all.

I can out-learn you.

I can out-read you.

I can outthink you,

and I can out-philosophize you.

And I'm going to outlast you.

You think a couple whacks to my

good-old-boy gut will get me down?

It's going to take a hell of a lot

more than that...

...to prove you're better than me!

"I am like God, and God like me.

"I am as large as God.

"He is as small as I.

"He cannot above me

nor I beneath him be. "

Silesius, 17th century.

Could you be there?

I wonder if you're here.

Ah, f*** it.

If you're here,

what the f*** is the difference?

F*** it!

- I've got Mr. Kersek on one.

- Good. I'll take it.

Sam, you look tired. You get that writ?

No, we have to get into that.

Let me just grab this.

- Kersek.

- I'm damn sorry aboutlast night.

Thatson of a b*tch could survive

a nuclearstrike.

Hang on a second.

Tom, I'm not doing it. I pulled a fast one...

...and it's come back and bit me on the ass.

What you did was dumb. What I'm asking

is no big deal. This is my daughter!

No, it's perjury.

It's bullshit and I'm not doing it!

- All right?

- I'll be in my office.

Who was that top criminal lawyer?

Lee Heller. We need to talk.

If word gets out how Cady

bushwhacked those bastards...

...it'll be hard to get three new guys.

I don't want three new guys.

You hear me?

Mr. Heller, it's Sam Bowden

from Broadbent and Denmeyer.

Tom speaks very highly of you. He says

you're the best, and that's what I need.

We froze our butts togetherin Korea.

How can I help you, Sam?

It's a petition for a restraining order,

but there have been complications.

I know this is short notice,

but I need this injunction.

There's an ex-convict named Max Cady

who's been harassing my family.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bowden.

I can't continue this conversation.

- Is there a more convenient time?

- The damn thing is, I have a conflict.

- What would that be?

- You see...

...Mr. Cady retained my services yesterday.

- He what?

- In fact, I see on my phone sheet...

...Mr. Cady called this morning,

so I'm sure he'll fill me in-

But wait a minute, Lee.

This man is a psychotic.

It appears I'll be seeing you

at that hearing after all.

- Could you repeat that?

- I said, "Ifyou don'tleave...

"... my family alone

and ifyou don't get out of here...

"... you're gonna be hurting

like you never dreamed. "

- A threat?

- You betyour ass that's a threat.

You need only glance

at my client to know...

...that Mr. Bowden made good

on his heinous and cowardly threat.

Just as God arose to judgment

to save all the meek of the earth...

...I hope and pray you will do the same, sir.

Your honor...

...Mr. Cady wouldn't have

surreptitiously taped our meeting...

...unless he knew that he'd-

This court does not condone...

...feuds, vendettas or vigilantism.

Let me quote our great Negro educator,

Mr. Booker T. Washington.

"I will let no man drag me down so low...

"... as to make me hate him. "

Yes.

I will grant the restraining order...

...not to validate the malice between you...

...but in the interest of Christian harmony.

You may not come within 500 yards...

...of Mr. Maximilian Cady...

...until such time as the court

may lift the injunction.

King Solomon could not have

adjudicated more wisely, your honor.

I am so offended by the Philistine tactics

of Mr. Bowden...

...I petitioned the A.B.A.

for his disbarment...

...on the grounds of moral turpitude.

Now, if you will excuse us, my client...

...is due back at the hospital...

...for the results of his numerous x-rays.

Kersek, I want a gun.

- I need a gun. I want a gun.

- You want a gun?

Yeah, I need a gun.

- Know anything about guns?

- I don't believe in them. Not in the house.

I'll get you a gun. What kind?

Now, calm down.

- Something simple I can handle.

- Let me see what fits you.

Forty-five...

Let me see your hands.

- A.38 snub-nosed special.

- All right. Good.

I can teach you how to use it.

- Great.

- The first lesson is this...

...don't think of it as trying to kill a man.

- Right.

- It's an extension of your fist.

You're just reaching out

and knocking him down.

Boom. All right.

Later on we'll shoot some trees, okay?

That'd be great. Good.

What is it? What?

- Well, Sam...

- Yeah?

I give you a gun. You pull it on Cady...

...it will dawn on you that shooting

a man is different than shooting a tree.

Next thing, you know, Cady has the gun.

You'll teach me. I could handle a gun.

He won't take it away.

Best-case scenario:

you kill Cady dog-dead.

Fifteen years to life.

Do you realize that, Counselor?

Oh, Jesus! It's all f***ed up, Kersek!

I mean, the law considers me

more of a loose cannon than Max Cady!

Some big-sh*t attorney has whipped the

A.B.A.'s ethics committee into a frenzy.

There's an emergency session

in Raleigh over the assault.

How did they link that to you?

I went to warn Cady.

I thought it was the decent thing to do.

Maybe I'd scare him. He was wired.

Goddamn fools.

This hearing, it's real important?

Only if I want to continue to practice law.

Cady isn't expected there, is he?

Mr. Cady, he's beyond reproach.

- But you're required to be there.

- Yeah.

- When is this hearing?

- It's Thursday morning, 9:00.

The torture begins and lasts for two days.

You have to fly up the night before?

Right.

Cady's an opportunist.

If he thinks you're gone for two days...

...that's going to be as tempting to him

as sh*t is to a fly.

If Cady breaks into your home...

...he can be killed.

Justifiably.

But he won't show unless

he's sure you won't be there.

- Have a good trip.

- All right. Bye-bye.

- Call us tonight, okay?

- All right.

- I didn't miss the 9:20 to Raleigh?

- I'm afraid you did. There's a 10:20.

It's not that. I have some

important papers for Samuel Bowden.

Was he on the 9:
20?

We can't give out that information, sir.

Well, it's just...

...I guess I could send it to him overnight...

...but he might be back, for all I know,

tomorrow morning, and I...

See, I...

My wife and I have been in an accident,

and he's our lawyer.

If I don't get in touch with him,

we could lose this case.

We've already lost our little daughter Dani.

Is...

Is there any way to know if he was

on that flight and when he's returning?

It'd really help us.

He'll be back the day after tomorrow, sir.

Bless your heart.

Go on in.

Get down, Sam.

Give me a cigarette.

Slow down. You're outpacing me

two-to-one since you started again.

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