Sleepers Page #11

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...a charge of guilty against the Wilkinson Home for Boys...

...against Sean Nokes, Adam Styler, Henry Addison, and Ralph Ferguson.

I will present to you evidence and offer into account testimony to prove that.

I will place them at the scene of the crime.

I will bring witnesses to the stand who will confirm...

...that they were there on that deadly night.

I will present enough evidence that you can then go into a jury room...

...and come back with a clear decision that's beyond a reasonable doubt.

I'm sure you all know what that means...

...since you probably watch as much television as I do.

John...John Reilly and Thomas Marcano...

...are two innocent pawns, quickly arrested and just...

...as quickly prosecuted on the...

...slightest threads of evidence.

Look on the bright side, he seems to know their names.

I don't have to tell you. You and I know how these things work.

It's nice when you come around.

Hey, bring me another spoon. This one's dirty!

Take it.

No, no, she'll do it.

How's work?

I'm still there.

You know, Pop, l...

...l went down to the courthouse.

You know, I saw John and Tommy.

I started thinking back to when we were young....

Where's the chicken?

So...?

Nothing. I was just thinking.

You're doing good, right?

Yeah. Doing good.

Good.

What the hell do these things do?

They're for praying.

Look at all this sh*t!

What, does your mother think you're in the f***ing army or something?

Ain't none of it on the approved list.

I'm sure your Mommy got a copy of that list.

My mother can't speak English that well.

Don't blame us for your f***ing mother being stupid, all right?

When are you gonna let us hear you pray?

Maybe he needs something to pray for.

Put your hands on the table and lay them flat.

Spread your legs.

Now start thinking up some prayers.

We don't hear no praying.

You better start, or Styler might lose his baton up your ass.

Blessed art thou among women...

...and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus....

Pray nice and loud!

F***er, pray! Come on, now!

-Louder. -Hail Mary...

Louder, f***er!

Pray like you're in f***ing church!

Sorry I'm late. I lost all track of time.

I got this idea for a witness, but I'm not quite sure yet.

But I want you to come along. So, you want to just go...

-Where are we going? -To his place.

-Where is it? -It's in the rectory.

No. Shakes!

-Just trust me. -I can't.

How was court today?

Like the first round of a fight... everybody just feeling each other out.

How did the boys look?

Like they wished they were someplace else.

It's the sheep that stray that you most want back.

It's not too late, Father.

We still have a chance to bring in a couple of stray sheep...

...one more chance.

Is that chance legal?

Last chances never are.

King Benny behind this?

He's in on it, but... he's not calling the shots.

Who is?

Michael.

I should've smelled it.

The minute he went for the case, I should've figured something was up.

It's a good plan.

Michael's got it all covered... just about every base you look at.

He's got it covered.

Not every base.

You're short something, or else you wouldn't be here.

You don't sh*t a shitter, right?

That's right.

So, what is it?

Where do you come up short?

Witness.

We need somebody to take the stand and say...

...they were with John and Tommy on the night of the murder.

So, you figured if you had a priest, it would be perfect?

Not just any priest.

You're asking me... you're asking me to lie.

You're asking me to swear to God and then lie.

I'm asking you to save two of your boys.

-Did they kill that guard? -Yes.

So what they said is true? They walked in and they killed him?

Yes.

They killed him exactly like that.

I think I need a drink.

Anyone want a drink?

This is some favor you're asking me.

We know that.

No, I don't think you do know.

You said, if there was ever anything really important...

...l could come to you, ask you.

I was thinking more along the lines of Yankee tickets.

I don't need Yankee tickets, Father. I need a witness.

What about the life that was taken, Shakes? What's that worth?

To me? Nothing.

Why not? Tell me.

He was a guard at Wilkinsons.

All right.

If Father Bobby was gonna be involved, he deserved to know what he's getting into.

If he wasn't, I trusted that the truth would go no further than this room.

I thought that Carol needed to know, as well.

Jesus Christ, we were just boys. We were not tough.

They held us down.

I told him about the torture, the beatings, and the rapes.

I told him about the four frightened boys who prayed...

...to Father Bobby's God for help that never came.

I told them everything.

We can't fight anymore. They just took it all.

John used to wail at night, hear it all the way down the hall.

You know he wanted to be a priest, John wanted to be a priest.

Then he pulls his pants down. I didn't even know what a blow job was.

I just blacked out what I could. It was like I couldn't even breathe.

Then...l started to choke.

He was pulling the hairs out of the back of my head.

Then I blacked out.

But I do remember when, for fun, they'd take us down in the basement...

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