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- Suit claimed he stole them. | - Stole them?

Those folks thought they were worthless, | couldn't give them away fast enough.

Now, you remember this.

The Colonel grew up out here.

Eight kids in a one-room shanty.

Raised himself up out of the swamp | with his own two hands...

for us, for the family. He did it for us.

There are people that will hate you | just for spite...

when you rise up in the world.

When Ray took his life, | I swore I'd try to be a good father to you.

He was innocent | and they hounded him to the grave.

And any man that tries to bring harm | to this house...

will be made to pay.

Now, you promise me, | you'll come to me if there's any trouble.

You promise me that.

The warnings | on the National Weather Service...

for all of South and Southeastern...

- Hello, Mother. | - Cray. What a nice surprise.

- Everything A-okay with you, sugar? | - Fine!

Here's an update.

The hurricane is coming North.

Have you seen this thing before?

That's yours truly doing the weather report.

Colonel owned the station then.

We had that dreadful hurricane.

People lost everything.

Terrible tragedy.

I had to stay on the air | for five hours straight.

Mother, do you know when he died...

did Dad have any papers...

or did he have a place...

that he kept things | he didn't want people to see?

He had...

special places.

Who is it?

Just come on up.

I'm sorry. You don't have to.

No, stay right there.

- I need an ambulance. | - No!

My father made tapes of us.

- What? | - My father made tapes of us together.

What the f*** are you talking about?

You father made tapes of us?

- Did you know about this? | - I came to warn you.

- What's your father's name? | - Xang.

- Xang? | - Someone paid him.

Who paid him?

- I don't know. I'm sorry. | - What do you want from me?

I have to leave the city.

You want to leave the city? | You want some cash?

- Where are the tapes? | - I have money in the studio.

At the studio? The tape's at the studio?

Please, I can't go back there alone.

They'll kill me.

Damn.

- You have any candy? | - I do now.

Come on over here! Where are you?

Here, chuck your ass down here, baby.

You're gonna scream | like a goddamn stuck pig.

You don't have the key?

F***!

You like my daughter? | You f***ed my daughter?

- Hello? | - How's my favorite candidate?

What? Cliff.

- Something wrong? | - No, nothing's wrong.

I got a message you called earlier.

What's up?

Do you happen to know what time | the factory tour is tomorrow?

It's 11:
00, | and then we go over to the nursing home.

- Right. | - You didn't forget, did you?

No, I got the itinerary.

I'm sorry, I got a head like a screen door.

Sure you're all right? | You sound a little off your feet.

- No, I'm fine. | - Sure?

- I'm fine. | - Ikay, you get some rest now.

- Big day tomorrow. | - Yeah.

My wife can't wrestle, | but you ought to see her box!

What the hell is that smell?

Christ, I wish I'd known.

Still taking those three-hour lunches?

You know what's changed around here? | Exactly nothing.

- Come on back. | - Not the wallpaper, anyway.

God, I forgot how bright it was.

And look at you.

If I'd have known you'd go so far, | I'd have gone easier on you.

I was the worst lawyer | that ever worked for you.

Far from it.

Problem was, being who you were...

you had to work twice as hard, so people | wouldn't think you were standing still.

- I could've ordered you a sandwich. Here... | - No, I just wanted to see you.

Not getting nostalgic?

You ain't old enough.

Can I ask you about a case?

Lee, my name is Cray Fowler.

I'm your new lawyer. | I'll be defending you in this case.

You all right?

They treating you well?

You need anything?

What have you told them?

Nothing.

Your other attorney?

Anyone? Nothing at all?

Why are you doing this?

Why don't you tell me what happened?

I heard...

fighting.

I saw him.

I saw you.

I thought you were dead.

I have the knife.

What knife?

You used a knife.

You think I killed him?

I didn't touch him.

Maybe I can't, maybe I can.

You'll just have to wait.

Thanks for letting me see this.

I have to call you back.

Was it helpful? | Maybe you shouldn't tell me that.

I shouldn't tell you that.

You've got a homicide on your calendar.

Which one?

Vietnamese girl, Lee Tran.

I noticed you drew the case.

Were you expecting a plea on that?

- There's been a discussion. | - Yeah.

Anyway, I'm taking the case, | and it's going to trial.

I didn't want you to hear it | from somebody else.

It isn't a personal thing, it just...

happens to be your case, that's all.

You haven't tried a criminal case | in three years.

- I got a lot of catching up to do. | - You'll lose.

Maybe.

This isn't a game. I don't f*** around.

Nobody knows that better then me.

See you later.

- Thanks for seeing me. | - What can I do for you?

I went up to the Mineral Rights Iffice...

and I thought you might be interested...

in what I came up with.

These names mean anything to you?

Any reason they should?

Those are the landowners | in the St. Albans Parish...

who made oil-lease deals | with Oxytech before the war.

They're probably friends of the Colonel.

Well, I checked the social register and...

I checked Oxytech's board of directors.

Checked the phone book, voter directory, | Nobody's heard of them.

I thought you might be interested.

I might be.

Another thing...

If you're agreeable...

I'd like to engage your services...

to assist me in defending a murder case.

I'm expensive.

I know that.

- Who's prosecuting? | - Natalie Tate.

Tough.

Tell me about it. I used to live with her.

Come on, what's the joke? | This is a joke, right?

- No joke. | - Jesus Christ!

It's a hell of a time for a stunt like this. | I can't believe this.

Who are you shitting here? | Hollister's killing us.

Where do I pull the weakest, | demographically? You tell me.

Lower middle class, ethnic, blue-collar.

You know a better way of convincing | those folks I've got their interests at heart?

The best tradition | of enlightened aristocracy.

There I am in court...

representing an ethnic female, | who may be falsely accused of murder.

How much TV coverage time is that worth?

Lead story on the news, every night, | as long as the trial lasts.

A stroke is what it is.

- Stroke of genius. | - Yeah.

You think this up yourself?

Shocking, isn't it?

Nathan LaFleur is co-defending.

How about a Pimm's Cup, Cliff?

Nathan LaFleur.

That's good.

Wave it up there for me, baby.

That's great.

All right, you know what to do. | Lean forward now.

Grab on that. That's good.

Follow this where it leads you. | Focus on this f***er.

Stay in the middle of the chair.

Put your hands behind you. | That's right, baby.

That's the one. Sit back on the chair, honey.

Lean on the chair, that's it.

I have to go to the bathroom.

- Remember, I'm paying you by the hour. | - Yeah.

You've got five minutes.

What're you doing in my office?

I'm Cray Fowler. I'm representing Lee Tran.

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