Last Dance Page #3

Mmm. Hmm.

Get out of my house. Get out

of here, you thievin' whore!

Get out of my house, damn you!

Hey! What the fu...

Cindy!

Reg? Reggie?

Reg, you awake?

Reg? Reg?

Untamed youth with one thing on

their minds... Barq's Root Beer.

I know that you were

involved in her appeals.

That's right, and I assisted

Ed Duffy at the trial.

Listen, maybe we should

talk later. I got a hearing.

Just a minute. Is there anybody

else I should be talking to?

Her only family's a kid brother. It's been

a defence nightmare from day one.

- That's because of the brutality

of the crime.

- That, yeah.

And we only had nine days

to prepare for trial.

Well, now, the girl... she, in

fact, knew her in school, yes?

Yeah. And the boy was the son of none

other than of William J. McGuire.

McGuire? What, construction?

- Yeah. Hey.

- Hi, Linda.

- Listen.

McGuire wanted her to get the death

penalty, and he lobbied like hell for it.

- Huh.

- Listen, she got a tough break.

- Is there...

But it wasn't like she would've

ever gotten the sympathy vote.

Is there anybody out there with

anything good to say about her?

Nobody I'd let

baby-sit my child.

- You again.

- Me again.

- Well, it gets me away from the TVs.

- TVs?

Well, they got those TVs

down in the pod...

blastin' game shows

and soap operas all day long.

That's what I'd call cruel

and unusual punishment.

Yeah. No question.

Guess they figure by the time they get

around to killin' you, you'll be grateful.

Well, I'm just glad you consider me

a notch up from that kind of torture.

Just a notch.

What do you want?

Well, let's start with

some names, okay?

Anybody out there with anything

good to say about you?

When I was out in the free world,

there wasn't anything good about me.

- You could talk to Reggie.

- Oh? Who's Reggie?

She's my cell neighbour.

She killed both her husbands.

By the time they were about to arrest her,

she was just about to marry

number three.

Well, she... she might not make

the best character witness, uh...

- What about your brother?

- Billy?

I know he thinks I hate him,

but I don't.

I just wasn't a very good sister.

I was runnin' wild.

- Is he still in St. Charles?

- Last I heard.

He's almost 22.

His birthday's in April.

Were you close?

Well, we had different fathers.

Neither one of us knew 'em.

After my mama died,

it was just us.

Yeah, you were, uh, what, 16?

Yeah. She died two days

after my 16th birthday.

What was she like?

Pretty. Wild.

When she was feelin' good,

she could be a lot of fun.

She wasn't like

anybody's mama I knew.

We were more like sisters,

I guess.

She just couldn't stay clean. I guess

she passed that on to me.

Now, what is it

you're drawing there?

Oh. Well, sorry I asked.

It say in my file

I take drawing lessons?

- No, I don't think so.

- I do.

Through the mail.

Helps me pass the time.

You know, and every week they

give you something new to draw.

This week it's castles.

Takes me away.

Do you think you could get me

a picture of the Taj Mahal?

- Yeah. Why?

- I wanna draw it.

Taj Mahal? I expect that's

not too easy to draw.

Well, I got 23 and a half hours

a day to get it right.

No. No, hold our table.

We are on our way.

- Order a good bottle of red.

We'll be there in ten.

- No, Johnny, l...

- The ladies are not happy.

- You gotta apologize for me, cause I gotta work tonight.

- Aw, come on.

No, no, no, I been going through

the transcripts from the Liggett trial,

and listen to this...

- Sam gave you Liggett?

- Yeah. He's got that guy Henry Reese.

Well, Liggett shouldn't keep you that

busy. It's a pretty open-and-shut case.

- No, no, not necessarily.

- Huh? Well, it always

seemed that way to me.

- Yeah, but...

- And I'm familiar with the case.

No. L-I found this

police report, right?

Her brother said that she and her

codefendant had been up for two days...

smoking crack

and robbing houses.

At the sentencing hearing, her lawyer

doesn't say word one about drugs...

or intoxication or even a possible

lack of premeditation.

Well, that's a judgement call.

Yeah, but when juries vote to execute,

the key issue is intent.

I mean, was this murder intentional?

Was there a reasonable expectation

that death would result?

I was a prosecutor.

I know the law.

Well, then why didn't the lawyer use it?

'Cause this girl was blasted

out of her mind.

It would've at least raised

a doubt with the jury.

- Does it make it a clemency issue?

- No, not technically.

Then stay within the guidelines

of your office and wrap this one up.

Hold on. Does she have to die because

she had a lousy defence lawyer...

and the father of one of her victims

is a buddy of the governor?

No. She has to die because

she committed a double murder.

Well, I'm not saying that she doesn't

deserve to be behind bars.

I'm saying I don't think this woman

deserves to be put to death.

Let's go. Come on.

- Whoa.

- I want things to work out for you here.

- What does that mean?

- It means be sensible.

- Don't patronize me.

- Oh, not intended.

- Oh, I see. I'm just supposed

to shut up and be grateful...

- No, not grateful. Successful.

- And you're dead set on preventing it.

- Oh, boy, John, I really

appreciate your confidence.

- I want you to have a chance.

- Oh, by putting me in a job

where no one expects anything.

What have you done

to deserve anything more?

I think I've lost my appetite.

- Can you tell me where Morris lives?

- Next one.

Hi.

- Who are you?

- Uh, Miss Morris, well, I'm Rick Hayes.

I'm with the State Clemency Board.

- What's it about?

- Well, it's about your niece,

Cindy Liggett.

- No.

- No, she's not your niece?

- No. Not any more.

- Well, she did live here, yes?

- Mm-mmm. No. No.

- Well, uh, can I just ask you...

- There seems to be a...

- No.

Ooh, baby, you drive me

So don't send me home

I dressed up my windows

and I shined up my chrome

You're blowin'my gaskets

Lay down a five and I'll

show you my kitty cat.

Come here. I'd like to talk to you about

a girl named Cindy Liggett.

Don't turn up my heater

Don't shut off my light

How she got into it?

How far back you want me to go?

I mean, her mama's boyfriend

got her high on smack when she

was 14, and then he f***ed her.

- So...

- Cindy got into f***in' and shootin' up

because that's what her mama was into.

Tell me about

the girl she killed.

- Debbie Hunt.

- Yeah. What, you knew her?

Everybody knew Debbie.

Her daddy was foreman at McGuire.

You... Cindy's mom, she worked at

McGuire Lumber as well, yeah?

Hunt's bookkeeper. Hell, she couldn't

add water to orange juice.

What, like personal favours?

On-the-job services.

Sweet deal for old Hunt

till rumours started flyin'.

Then she spread it around she stole

from petty cash and fired her.

I'm sorry. You're saying that she knew this

when she went in that house that night.

It's like she was trying to

get even for her mom.

She was too screwed up

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