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...but surely Clifford's death

will mean more delays.

As one informed source tells me...

...the plot thickens

for U. S. Attorney Roy Foltrigg.

No body, no case, no conviction.

That means no front-page pictures

that Foltrigg likes so much.

No CNN interviews,

no speedy ascent to Capitol Hill.

Sorry, Reverend Roy.

I never liked that old cow.

We' re here, Roy.

He tried it first with a hose attached

to the tailpipe, but it didn't work.

- He was probably too stoned.

- He was full of downers and whiskey.

I guess he figured he'd swallow a bullet

for dessert. Cheap snub-nosed. 38.

Definitely a suicide.

Damn him. Two days ago I told him:

" I have enough evidence

to put your fat ass on the stand. "

I was bullshitting of course. But...

...I didn't know he'd get so nervous

he'd kill himself.

He knew where the body was.

He'll never tell us now.

Without that body we have no case.

- How's the weather in Memphis?

- It's hot, Roy.

Sprite?

What happened?

I got in a fight at school.

It's summer. There's no school.

I meant, a kid from my school.

Who?

- Why?

- Why? Because I'm a cop.

It's my job to ask questions.

Besides, your story's full of holes.

I believe you were in that car

before Clifford died.

What does "indigent" mean?

Indigent?

It means " poor. "

Like you and your mother

and your little brother.

So tell the truth...

...hope this snaps him out of it.

Otherwise...

...he could lie in some...

...institution for dirt-poor

crazy people...

...with padded walls...

...and cockroaches...

...chained to some...

...filthy bed, with snakes...

I'm Karen.

Come with me.

- We'll have to watch him.

- What will you do?

We'll just watch for now.

Sometimes a night's sleep...

...and the next morning they wake up.

- His reflexes seem to be good.

- That's good.

Ricky's real sick.

What's wrong?

Post-traumatic stress syndrome.

Sometimes people see

something they can't deal with.

I'm always telling Mark...

..." No horror movies.

No scary comics. "

Not for Ricky.

He's always been tender that way.

Easy, now.

You try to protect them,

but it's so bad out there.

Why don't you get some rest?

Just lie down and rest.

There's nothing more you can do.

We'll watch him.

You've had a rough day.

Just lie down. Stay with him.

Bad injury. What happened?

Car wreck. Got hit by a truck.

Nut ran a stop sign.

My name's Gill Beale. I'm a lawyer.

You got a problem, I can fix it.

I specialize in car wrecks.

Now, let's see what you got here.

- Broken leg, concussion, broken ribs-

- And a broken collarbone.

Great.

I can get you $600,000.

We'll file suit tomorrow.

Did I say 6? Six is just for starters.

Check me out.

Call up Gill Beale, he's for real.

More lawyers around this place

than there are doctors.

Don't be that way.

I'll outrun that little buggy of yours.

Wait till you get a load of this guy.

Mr. Foltrigg, Jason McThune, FBI.

Welcome to Memphis...

...home of the King.

What do you know?

Kid's name is Mark Sway.

He said that he and his brother just

stumbled on the body in the woods.

- Then called the cops. He's lying.

- Why?

We got a set of his fingerprints. They

match prints that were inside the car.

He was in that car with Clifford

before he died, for quite a while.

There's a lot of prints.

- Why would he lie?

- He's scared.

And he's a kid. They always lie.

And maybe Romey Clifford told him

something he knows he shouldn't know.

People hate to die with secrets.

That's good work.

Thank you very much.

I'm going to keep it up, believe me.

Listen...

...I'm sick of chasing Elvis sightings.

Is there any room on your staff?

- Where do you want to go?

- Anywhere.

Do something with your hair first.

Meantime, I want to talk to Mark.

Right away, sir.

Dr. Greenway wants to see you.

How old are you?

Are you married?

Sometimes.

I don't know nothing,

but he looks better to me.

He'll be fine if we get him home

in his own bed.

I don't know why you just can't...

...give him some medicine or something.

- I have to go to work.

- Mrs. Sway, listen to me.

Our trailer rents by the week.

Listen to me.

Right now, it's as if Ricky

is in a dark place...

...and trying to find a way out.

What's important...

...what's very important is that

when he finds that way out...

...the first thing he sees is your face.

Let's hope it'll only takes a few days.

There goes another job.

Must be setting some kind of record.

- I'll call your boss. He'll understand.

- My boss runs a sweatshop.

He will not send flowers.

He will not understand.

You could take shifts.

Perhaps the father could come.

Ex-father!

And you keep him away from Ricky!

Hush!

Okay, mom. I'm sorry.

I don't know if you've seen this,

but there are policemen downstairs...

...and reporters and...

...the FBI is coming to see Mark.

I don't want to talk to them. I'll wind

up like Ricky if they don't let me be!

They won't go away.

Look, I don't give a flying sh*t

about the FBI!

You are getting on my last nerve.

Now sit down...

...and hush up!

I don't know what to do.

- Can I see you outside?

- I'm going crazy.

Tell me to wait for my boy to...

Or some crap.

This boy!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

I'll think of something

to get us out of this, I promise.

You and Ricky just found

that guy dead...

...right?

There's nothing you ain't telling me,

is there?

Dr. Greenway wants

to start you on Valium.

Those cost extra?

Don't worry about it. Just take these.

- Both of them?

- Yes.

You'll feel better.

Don't go far.

FBl, huh?

I hear that they' re sending

the Reverend Roy Foltrigg himself.

That's bad. That's...

You know...

...that the FBI...

...puts kids in jail

if they break the law?

And if a kid has been

involved in a murder...

...they got a special little...

...kid-size electric chair.

I saw it once.

It was about... so high.

When somebody gets electrocuted,

the current is so strong...

...it makes the blood in the veins boil.

Fries you like a piece of bacon.

You' re the only pig around here.

We'll see you later.

- Are you here to question Mark?

- I beg your pardon?

Are you here to improve

your own position regarding the case?

My real interest is to see justice done.

You all know that about me.

You ain't going in here by yourself.

What do you want, boy?

I need to see Mr. Beale.

- Where are your parents?

- Where are yours?

Are you injured?

Do I look injured?

We only do injuries.

I'll just go get hit by a truck

and come back.

You shut up too.

Yes?

Hell, no.

I'm going to pick up something to eat

and then swing by the post office.

When's your boss returning?

May I help you?

- No, I need to see Reggie Love.

- Why, may I ask?

That's between me and Mr. Love.

I'm Reggie Love.

Sh*t. A woman lawyer. Great.

I think so. Why is it

you think you want a lawyer?

I don't want a lawyer.

I hate lawyers.

Every lawyer I ever had

shafted me and my mom.

I said I need a lawyer.

But I don't know about no woman.

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