The Client Page #3

Well, this lawyer that shafted you,

what was her name?

It wasn't no her, it was a he.

Right.

Well, why is it that you think

you need a lawyer?

Because I'm Mark Sway.

So?

The kid who found the dead guy.

I'm famous. Don't you read the paper?

You haven't answered my question.

Because I'm supposed to talk to

Reverend Roy in 10 minutes.

Reverend Roy Foltrigg?

Why is he called that?

He quotes the scriptures in court

and knows the Bible better than God.

He wins a lot?

Always.

Why can't people leave me alone?

Some sweaty guy kills himself-

Why'd you lie to the police?

- I didn't.

- It says here in the paper.

You found Clifford dead.

I did.

Dead men don't sweat...

...now, do they?

If you was my lawyer...

...and I told you something,

could you repeat it?

No. What is it you want to tell me?

That Clifford guy came...

...driving up in his big black car

and me and Ricky...

...snuck up to watch...

...and that Clifford got out...

...put a gun in his mouth,

and blew the back of his head out.

So you did see Clifford alive.

Why'd you lie to the police?

I don't know.

I was just scared, I guess.

My brother's in a coma

and my mom might lose her job.

The FBl's after me but

I don't know nothing. You'd lie too.

You' re right.

You do need a lawyer, Mark Sway.

There are male lawyers down the hall.

Want a recommendation?

How many cases have you won?

More than I lost.

How much do you cost?

How much you got?

Our boy has arrived.

Thank God your mother,

my sister, is dead.

Having a son this stupid

would have killed her for sure.

I told you not to hit Boyette.

You did.

I told you not to tell Romey

too much. You did.

I hope it hurt that fat bastard.

I hope that bullet was slow.

I hope he felt his head

pull right off his face!

Two kids found him,

maybe before he finished the job.

I know, I seen it on TV.

He might have talked.

Tell me Boyette's body is well-hidden.

The cops won't find it.

Move the body.

I will, Uncle Johnny.

Only I can't, right now.

Why?

Where it's at...

...the body, the cops

are swarming all over the place.

Don't worry, they won't find it!

If that kid knows anything,

he's not talking or I wouldn't be here.

I'll go to Memphis

and take care of that kid.

I'll tell you what to do.

Just sit on your dumb ass.

I want you in Memphis.

Come.

You must be Mark.

Jason McThune, Memphis FBI.

This is Larry Trumann,

New Orleans FBI.

Thomas Fink, Assistant

U.S. Attorney and Mr. Foltrigg...

...U.S. Attorney...

...both from southern Louisiana.

Sit down.

Right over there.

Where is your mother?

She's with my little brother.

She can't leave in case he wakes up.

We could hold this off

for a few days.

No, Mark!

Let's talk for a few minutes.

Nervous?

A little.

Do I need a lawyer?

What for?

- To protect my rights.

- You watch too much TV.

We just want to ask questions.

Trust us.

Lawyers just get in the way.

They object to everything.

What if I don't answer your questions?

We might have to take you downtown.

Your mother too.

Will she get in trouble?

- Maybe.

- Ever hear of obstruction of justice?

It's a federal offense.

It means if a man knows about a crime

and withholds information...

...from the FBI or the police,

he might be punished.

Sent to jail or something.

So if I don't answer your questions,

I could go to jail?

Maybe.

If you was in my place,

wouldn't you want a lawyer?

No. They' re a pain in the ass.

You don't need a lawyer.

Pain in the ass?

Aren't you a lawyer?

Clifford wasn't really dead

when you found him, was he?

He was.

We know you were in that car.

See that?

You and Romey had a nice long chat.

What did you talk about?

Life? Love...

...or where bodies are buried?

I must go to the bathroom.

Just answer the question first.

I've got to go bad. Please?

You better go.

"You don't need no lawyer. "

You all know, that boy

is about ready to tell all.

- You know where Muldano is?

- We follow him.

Grab him so he don't skip town.

- The office.

- Don't mark up his face.

We'll see reporters here.

Wait till we grab Muldano.

I want to make sure he can't make bail.

Did you get my makeup off the plane?

I need pancake number 17.

Doughnuts. Give me the telephone.

Press loves doughnuts.

See what you can do.

Where will we put me?

I look best in front of these glass

bricks, behind lots of microphones.

That always looks nice.

- I'll call you back.

- Come in, Mark. Polite kid.

He's a good boy.

- Keep your seats.

- We' re in a meeting.

You' re in the wrong room.

I don't think so. My name is

Reggie Love, I'm an attorney...

...and I represent Mark Sway.

May I see some I. D., please?

When did he hire you?

I don't think that's really

any of your business.

Forgive us, Ms. Love. You' re so pretty.

How could you be mistaken for a lawyer?

Please, call me Reggie...

...Roy.

Please, sit down.

Did you attempt to interrogate my client

outside the presence of his mother...

...Jason?

He tells me you did... Lawrence.

Well, he's confused.

We assumed his mother was coming.

Where were you during this?

That's not really relevant.

Did you advise him

to talk to an attorney...

...Thomas?

Remember, once, Larry? Mark

said something, or I did, about TV...

...and then...

...Mark said he might need a lawyer...

...and we thought he was just joking.

So he never asked

if he needed a lawyer?

I don't remember that.

Did you advise him of his rights?

What for?

He's not a criminal.

We just wanted to question him.

So you did attempt to interrogate him

without his mother and counsel?

Definitely not.

No way.

Bullshit.

I'd tread carefully. We know your

client lied about being in that car.

I think that's a bit of the pot

calling the kettle black.

Do I need a lawyer?

What for?

To protect my rights.

You watch too much TV.

We just want to ask questions.

Trust us.

Lawyers just get in the way.

They object to everything.

You wired him.

Nothing personal, Lawrence.

You tried to interrogate a child

without his mother.

He specifically asked you if he needed

a lawyer and you said no...

...stating as a reason that lawyers

are a pain in the ass.

I'd like to confer with my client

and meet you in my office tomorrow at 3.

If I need anything from you...

...like the truth, well,

I expect to get it.

I catch you lying again...

...I'm going to use this tape.

That's blackmail, Ms. Love.

Indict me, Reverend Roy.

Still want doughnuts?

Shut up, McThune. Goddamn!

- You want a cigarette?

- Oh, no, thanks. I just quit.

There's been a mistake, ma'am.

We can't afford no lawyer.

Don't worry about money.

My pig boss fired me this morning.

My baby's in a coma and he fires me.

Don't tell Mark.

Just one day and he fired you?

He sucks.

Wasn't much of a job anyways.

$5 an hour at a lamp factory.

How long you worked there?

Six months.

- Lord, I can't keep my head on straight.

- You' re doing fine.

I like your ring.

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