Last Dance Page #4

to know what she was doin'.

- I loved her and all, but...

- Did you see her that night?

You know if she

was on any drugs?

Look, I'm on next.

Doug? Hi. I'm, I'm Rick Hayes.

I'm with the Clemency Board.

The reason I'm here is, uh, it looks like

Cindy could be executed in three weeks.

- Uh-huh.

- Well, l-I'm just...

l-I'm wondering, uh,

now that it's ancient history...

if there was anything you might

like to add before it's too late.

- Like what?

- Well...

Well, l-I know you plea-bargained

down to second-degree murder...

- in exchange for testifying

against her at the trial...

- Yeah.

And at the trial you said

the whole thing was her idea.

- Actually, that's kind of unusual, isn't it?

- Why?

I don't know. I mean,

17-year-old guys...

don't usually let girls lead 'em

around, now, do they?

Maybe she was the one

that was unusual.

Th-The two of you had pulled off

quite a few burglaries that summer.

- So she masterminded all of'em.

- I was 17 f***in' years old, boy.

Oh, uh, I see what you mean. She was...

She was older. She was, what, 19?

Yeah, 19, goin' on about 30.

And drugs. What kind of drugs

were you on?

Some weed, some beer.

- That's all?

- Yeah.

What about crack?

- Nah, no crack.

- You sure? Because the,

the police report...

- Am I sure?

- Yeah.

You think I'm ever gonna

forget that night?

Well, you would if it would save you from

being executed, now, wouldn't you?

- You're f***in' with me.

- No, you help me, and maybe

I can help you.

- Did she send you?

- No.

She suckin' your cock?

Oh, sh*t, she can get a guy

to do anything she wants.

She's a cocksuckin' witch!

I'll kick your ass!

F***ers!

Have you got mental problems?

Is that why they stuck you down here?

- Hey...

- 'Cause that's gotta be it.

- It got out of hand.

Listen to me. I don't care what your

name is. Your brother can fire my ass.

- Look...

- You're not here to retry this case or duke

it out with the prosecution's witness.

Sam, when I came here you asked me

if I wanted to work. That's all I'm

trying to do.

I thought you'd be a lazy bastard. I didn't

know you'd go into business for yourself.

Well, maybe the woman

doesn't deserve to die.

- That's not your decision, Rick.

- Okay.

- You understand? Huh?

- Yeah.

Good. Now, I'm reassigning you. Do some

fact checking on the John Reese report.

- What about all the interviews

I'm supposed to do?

- No, no, no, no. John Reese.

Or you're out of here.

Who do you think you are, man?

Get your butt over here.

Attention on the yard.

Attention on the yard.

The following inmate, Labarber, Michelle,

report to the visiting room.

Well, I'll be damned.

- Hey, Reg?

- What?

Reg, come here.

I wanna show you something.

- You remember that guy?

- What guy?

- That guy from Clemency.

- Yeah. What?

- He sent me a picture of the Taj Mahal.

- The what?

The, the, the, the Taj Mahal.

It's this place in India.

This king built it

for his queen.

Oh, yeah, that's nice.

I like that.

Here, come on.

Hey, hey, let me see.

Cindy. Cindy,

turn it down this way.

- Got that?

- Oh, that's nice. Nice!

- That looks real good.

- Yeah, I've seen that one before.

- Oh, yeah. I bet you been

there a hundred times too.

- Well, I think it's pretty.

What's it say?

It says, "I wish you were there.

Sincerely, Slick Rick."

- What the hell's that mean?

- Oh, nothin'. Just a kind of a joke.

Good luck with your appeal,

Mr Reese. Goodbye.

Mr Reese, how are you? Hi.

- Where's Sam?

- Well, he had to work

on another case today.

- Who are you?

- I'm Rick Hayes.

- I'm gonna be working on your report.

- I can't believe Sam didn't come.

Well, uh, I'd just like to verify a few things,

if that's okay.

- Have a seat.

- Thanks.

- Tell me, have you read the report?

- Of course I read it.

- There's another letter comin'

you have to put in.

- Oh? From whom?

Dr Arnold Marks.

- What's the nature of the letter?

- You don't know who he is?

- No.

- He's the top cardiovascular

surgeon in New York City.

- Oh.

- And a personal friend.

He did my bypass.

Man read my book, came down here,

did my bypass, no charge.

Well, you have a lot of

impressive friends, Mr Reese.

Yeah, and right now I'm gonna need

every one of'em. You read my book?

- Yeah, I started it.

- Finish it.

- I plan to.

- You see the letter from the

dean of the Yale law school?

- Yeah.

- I've been corresponding with him.

I've strategized all my appeals,

you know. I taught myself.

I've taken control

of the killing machine.

Look at me.

Is he working

for the white girl now?

- What?

- Cindy Liggett.

Is she the one getting clemency?

Is that... That's why Sam's not here?

Mr Reese, the governor

determines who gets clemency.

Yeah, but what is

the smart money saying, huh?

I mean, who's gonna live, me or

the white girl? Who's he gonna forgive?

A man of colour

who earned a law degree...

who wrote a best-seller and won the

admiration of some of our best people...

or a white trash girl who

bludgeoned two people to pulp...

without blinking an eye?

They will be diminished...

by my death...

'cause I represent everything

they love and admire.

How they gonna go

and kill a man...

who has been on The New York

Times best-seller list?

- Hey there.

- Hey.

So, what's all that stuff?

Homework?

No, these are your trial transcripts. Um,

look, I'm not supposed to be here, okay?

- They took me off the case.

- How come?

Mmm, doesn't matter.

But there's stuff in here,

especially in your sentencing hearing.

- Forget it.

- Grounds for appeal that

haven't been raised. No...

- Just leave it alone.

- Think your lawyer really blew it.

- You might not have gotten

the death penalty.

- Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?

Yeah, it does to me.

What do I have to say to you?

Look, if you wanna be my buddy,

just come see me on Saturday, okay?

I got two left.

What... You tell me what it is I have to say

to you to get you to want to save your

own life.

- What is this with you, some

kind of ego thing or what?

- What?

You don't like to lose.

Is that it?

What are you

tryin' to prove here?

I'm just trying to do my job.

I mean, I guess this is

the first real job I've had.

I knew you was a rich boy.

Huh. Yeah? It shows, does it?

See, growing up I thought everyone lived

like me. I had a good time.

I mean, I graduated law school

and...

- I'm sorry. I don't want to bore you

with this, but I'd like to...

- I know.

I been listenin' to the same four

life stories for way too long now.

One more would be just great.

Well, uh, I graduated

law school and, uh...

I drew a salary from my dad's company,

and I travelled and I partied.

Tough. Breakin' my heart here.

Yeah, well, the recession hit

and my father's business fell apart.

I tried to help with

the company and...

I mean, we almost got things

turned around, but, uh,

a bunch of loans came due...

and, and one thing

led to another and, uh...

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