Last Dance Page #7

- Do you know what you're doing?

- Yeah.

- You're ruining your life and mine too.

- What about her life?

- You can't change what's gonna happen.

- Then you try and stop me.

- I'm trying. Believe me, I'm trying.

- Uh-huh.

I kept you from being disbarred after

that mess with Dad, but I don't know.

- You've got me on this one, brother.

- What are you talkin' about?

- John, you think this is about us?

You and me?

- You tell me.

You are so way off. This is the first thing

ever that is not about you and me.

I figured I'd save you

the trouble.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

And congratulations on Reese.

You were right.

There's a first time for everything.

She has unlimited visiting time.

You know that, don't you?

Then I'd better get goin'.

Sam, thanks.

- Thanks?

- Hey, I don't regret anything

that's happened here.

It's the next four days

I'm worried about.

I wish I could tell you

something that would help, but...

- Well, there is somethin' you could do.

- What's that?

Well, her brother's up

at Walkerton Work Camp.

Now, if you could get him a visit with her,

that would mean a lot.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Well, that'd be great.

- See y'all.

- Bye, Rick.

- Hey, how's it goin'?

- I tried to reach you at the office.

- We heard on the appeal?

- We got turned down.

- Sh*t!

- This came this morning.

- No hearing, nothing. Just a ruling.

- Man.

Our next move should be Judge Gorman

on the Federal Court of Appeals.

He's a good guy.

- Who's that, Gorman?

- Yeah, Gorman.

- They're in recess now.

Can you track him down?

- Yeah, l-I'll get to work on it.

Look, uh, you should know I left the job.

I have no authority any more.

Well, great. Now that you're no longer a

third-rate bureaucrat, you can really help.

Well, let's hope so.

Mrs Gorman, I promise you I would not be

calling you at your home at this hour...

if it weren't urgent.

No, l-I understand. It's-It's...

It's his vacation, but...

Well... No, I'm...

I'm sorry, but...

Well, all right.

Uh, look, I'm sorry

to have bothered you.

- Hi.

- Remember me?

I've got a fully-stocked bar now.

Uh, this is for you.

He's a family friend...

and, uh, I guess

you'll be lookin' for a job.

- Senator Paul Hagan?

- He's looking for a new legislative aide.

He's expecting your call.

- No strings.

- No strings?

Well, I figure if you can

chase a lost cause, so can I.

I mean, uh...

What are you doin'?

I don't understand.

You're just...

You're throwing it away. L...

Is it some kind of...

romantic slumming?

- No.

- You're too young for a midlife crisis.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I don't get it.

- Look, Jill...

- No, I gotta go.

- You listen to me, Rick.

You have done more for me...

- No.

- Than anyone ever has.

- Look, it is not over, okay?

- There is a judge on Federal

Court Appeals.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

I have screwed up a lot of things in my life.

This one I wanna do right.

Now, I want you to

get me somethin'. Okay?

Okay.

It's not so bad.

What isn't?

Knowin' what comes next.

What do you think

about this one?

Uh, it's...

It's fancy too.

I don't think it's that fancy.

Well, l-I just... It's something

simple, you know? Like, uh...

What exactly does

she need it for?

It doesn't matter.

What about this one?

It's simple.

Yeah.

I mean, would you donate

two dollars if you had two?

- This is the third time she's

done this to me.

- It's about time someone told her.

Well, I'm sorry.

There was nothing you or I

could've done. It's the system.

Well, we're the system.

Aw, wait a minute.

Why not let it go?

- You wouldn't understand, John.

- Try me.

Everyone gave up on her.

Meanwhile, the clock continues to count

down for death row inmate Cindy Liggett.

Sometime tomorrow evening, Liggett

is expected to be transferred...

to Men's State Prison, where she will

spend her last 48 hours on deathwatch.

Liggett was convicted of the murders

of Matt McGuire and Debbie Hunt...

in St. Charles 12 years ago, and her

execution has been scheduled

three times.

This time, however, her attorneys'efforts

to achieve a fourth stay...

appear not to have succeeded.

Thank you.

I hear there's some people up in Catesville

who are real eager to see you, Doug.

- I don't know anyone up there.

- It seems Cindy wasn't the only one

you put away when you copped your plea.

You also turned in your dealers.

Now, do you remember that?

- That's news to me.

- Oh, then you won't mind

being transferred, huh?

- What?

- Yeah. It's all arranged.

You see, someone I care about might die

'cause of one lyin' scumbag.

So I'm gonna send that scumbag

to Catesville.

- Do it.

- The two of you were out of

your mind on crack that night.

That fact could've saved her life.

Now, why'd you say it was only beer

and marijuana?

- I'll see you in Catesville.

- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What the hell you want?

- I want a statement.

I want to know why you

kept quiet about the drugs.

- Well, they said to.

- Who told you to?

The D.A. Rusk.

The D.A. Instructed you to lie?

- And you won't get me moved?

- You sign this affidavit.

- Clemency Office.

- Hi, Helen. It's Rick. Did you have

any luck finding thejudge?

Yeah. Um, he's at the Gulf Winds Fishing

Camp somewhere near Marquesa Lake.

- But there's no phone.

- How'd you track him down there?

Well, Sam...

Sam says good luck.

- Tell Sam thank you.

- You're welcome, Rick. Bye.

You won't be able

to take those.

- Why not?

- It's a part of the procedure.

- What harm is a few drawings gonna do?

- I'm sorry, Cindy.

- Hey, Reg.

- Hey, baby girl.

Why'd you shave your head?

It's for you, girl. Nothing left to lose.

You know what I mean?

You keep the faith now.

Bye.

All right, Cindy.

Miss Liggett?

I'm Warden Laverty.

This is Reverend Cummins.

Officer Mulkey

will be right here.

Anything you want from the canteen

in the way of sodas or candy,

just let her know.

- And she'll also have a TV hooked up

for you to watch.

- No TVs.

That's okay too.

We will need for you to change

into that blue uniform there.

Cindy, I'm on 24-hour call.

I'll come to you

whenever you want.

Okay. Well...

we're going to try to make you

as comfortable as possible.

Thanks.

Okay, c'mon. Let's go.

Get your ass outta the car.

They go to the beach

every weekend.

- They got a V.C.R.

- Yeah, I'll get it.

Sh*t!

Oh, it's you, you f***in' whore.

Get outta my house.

Get outta my house!

Get outta here, you thievin' whore!

Get outta my house!

There it is.

Judge Gorman!

Goddam it, Will! What the hell

are you doin' here anyway?

- Judge Gorman?

- Yes.

Your Honour, I'm sorry.

My name is Rick Hayes...

and I have a motion from State Legal Aid

to stay the execution of Cindy Liggett...

which is scheduled for 12.01 a.m.

This Saturday, tomorrow night.

Now, attached here you'll find

a witness's statement...

- that the prosecution attempted

to suppress evidence.

- All right, all right. I know the case.

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