The Client

Ricky! Son!

Come back here!

Don't be too late.

I want you in by dark.

Watch out for your brother.

- I can watch out for myself.

- Can not!

Don't worry, Mama.

Why must you watch out for me?

Hush up.

Don't be reading anymore scary comics.

You hear me, Ricky?

- Whatever.

- He can't sleep.

I'll miss my bus. I'll be late again.

I'll get docked for sure.

There's some macaroni and cheese

in the cabinet, okay?

Got your lunch?

Keys?

Exact change for the bus?

Oh, shoot, baby, thank you.

Forget my head...

...if it wasn't screwed on.

You stay out of them woods.

You hear me, Mark?

Bye, baby.

- Come on, give me a cigarette!

- No way!

Mark, wait!

Catch me, I'll give you one.

I can't run that fast.

Catch me!

Wait up!

You'll never get your smoke.

- We' re not supposed to go in the woods.

- Go home, I'll smoke them!

Come get me!

Come on, Ricky! Catch me.

Come on, give me one.

No way, pal!

I'll tell Mom.

Tattletale.

You know the deal.

- If I tell, you'll kick my ass.

- That's right.

- If you smoke more than one a day...

- You'll kick my ass again.

That's right.

- How many do you smoke a day?

- Only one. I'm smart.

Will one a day kill me?

Not soon, but any more than that,

you'd be in deep sh*t.

- How many does Mom smoke?

-40.

And what about Dad?

A hundred a day.

He's going to die soon.

I wish. Sit here.

Don't try to swallow the smoke yet.

You' re not ready for that.

You'll just choke and puke

all over the place.

Suck a little and blow.

I told you not to swallow the smoke.

This is easy.

You look like you' re going to puke.

Do not.

Where is he going?

What's he doing?

Damn!

Damn. Goddamn.

Son of a b*tch!

Jesus Christ,

he's trying to kill himself.

How do you know?

I seen it on TV once.

- Why would he want to kill himself?

- How would I know, stupid?

- Let's get the hell out of here.

- No.

You stay here. Okay?

If you move, I'll kick your ass.

What are you going to do?

Come on, let's go.

- We must make sure he's okay.

- Is he dead?

I don't know.

Nothing works. Nothing works!

He is crazy as hell.

- Let's go, please.

- We can't.

If he kills himself and we know

about it, we can be in trouble.

We won't tell no one.

Just let him die.

- We' re not leaving until I say so.

- Stay down.

Stupid.

Bastard!

Bastard!

Get in!

Don't you touch that damn door!

Sorry, kid.

You had to be a cute ass.

Had to stick your dirty little nose

in my business, didn't you?

So we should die together.

Just you and me.

Off to la-la land.

Sweet dreams.

Want the gun?

- Why you looking at it?

- I wasn't.

Don't you lie to me!

I'm crazy.

If you lie, I'll kill you.

Please don't kill me, sir.

I got my mom and brother

to take care of.

I give you a choice.

I blow your brains out...

...and end it now...

...or we could wait

and let the gas do it.

You decide.

What's your name?

Mark Sway.

Jerome Clifford.

Attorney at law.

Since we' re both tired right now...

...you can call me Romey.

Listen.

Hear that bird?

I drove from New Orleans to hear

those stupid birds. Grew up here.

I played in these woods.

Now I'll die here too.

Why are you doing this?

Because if I don't kill myself...

...he will.

Who?

The Blade.

Barry "The Blade" Muldano.

Why does this Blade guy

want to kill you?

I know where

the proverbial body is buried.

Whose body?

See, my client...

...killed Senator Boyd Boyette...

...and hid the body.

So now my client,

he wants to kill me.

You know where the body's buried?

It's buried...

He hid the body...

He's still buried there.

The FBI dug up half of New Orleans.

They haven't found it and never will.

Yeah, Mark, go for it.

Yeah, Mark, go ahead!

Go ahead.

Pull the trigger. Yeah!

Pull it!

Pull the goddamn trigger! Pull it!

Pull it!

Nifty piece, huh?

Hell, I don't even know if it works.

Let's see.

It works!

It works! Come here!

Son of a b*tch!

Where are you?

Goddamn kid!

Come back here, kid!

If The Blade finds out what I told you,

he's going to kill you anyway!

You hear me, kid?

Where are you?

Stop!

Stop!

Put my drink on my bill.

Dance with me.

I've waited half an hour.

Where's Romey?

The Feds are on my ass.

Mr. Muldano.

I don't know.

He hasn't been in here all day.

Now, Claudette...

..."God hates a liar. "

That's what my mother always said.

I'm not lying. I haven't seen him.

I don't know where he is.

You know, Claudette...

...you' re a very pretty woman.

Thank you, Mr. Muldano.

You want to stay pretty, don't you?

I'm just a secretary.

Honest to God,

I don't know where he is.

- He doesn't always tell me.

- Put your hand in here.

Put your hand in here!

I don't-

I don't know. Honest.

Put your hand in.

Come on.

Please. I don't know where he is.

You know, I believe

you really didn't know where he was.

What's inside?

- There you go.

- Watch yourself.

What's up, kid?

What are you so scared of?

Did you have a bad dream?

You' re scaring your mama.

Get your thumb out.

Come on, baby.

Where have you been?

What is wrong with your brother?

What have you done now?

What the hell is going on?

- Boy witnessed a suicide, ma'am.

- He what?

Me and Ricky was just...

...out in the woods playing...

This guy was dead

with a gun in his mouth.

Oh, my dear God!

And I ran home and called 911.

What happened to Ricky?

He just laid on the bed

and started sucking his thumb.

This is Sgt. Hardy.

We need paramedics at Sway's trailer.

This boy needs to be hospitalized.

I have no health insurance.

St. Peter's will take indigent cases.

Just pack up some things

in a bag for the hospital.

You telling the truth?

About what you saw?

Don't you believe me?

I didn't say I didn't believe you.

It just seems strange.

You called 911,

but you wouldn't leave your name.

I was scared.

It was the first dead guy I ever saw.

Then why'd you sneak back

and hide in the woods?

I don't know.

I just wanted to see, I guess.

Did you talk to the man...

...before he killed himself?

No, I never talked to him.

Does "Jerome Clifford "

mean anything to you?

I found some fresh cigarette butts...

...near the body.

Same brand as your mom smokes.

Somehow I can't see you

finding the body and then...

...deciding to have a cigarette.

Look, Officer, we was walking through

the woods when we found Romey dead.

- That's all.

- Who's Romey?

- That's the guy's name, isn't it?

- I said, "Jerome Clifford. "

Whoever heard of the name Romey?

I'm Dr. Greenway, is this your son?

- Yes.

- What's his name?

- How long has he been this way?

- I didn't find him, my boy Mark did.

You found him, Mark? Ricky?

Jerome R. Clifford, attorney,

was found dead...

...in an apparent suicide

outside Memphis just hours ago.

The famed Mafia lawyer

was to defend the alleged hitman...

...Barry "The Blade" Muldano...

...in the notorious case

of still-missing Louisiana senator...

...Boyd Boyette, now presumed dead.

It'd be tough to build a case

against Muldano without a body...

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