The Client Page #4

They real diamonds?

Lord, no. It's semi-precious.

You got kids?

You must have been just a baby

when you started having your babies.

I was just a dumb kid...

...living in a dream.

All I ever wanted was a white house

with a walk-in closet.

Ain't that stupid?

Having a dream is never stupid.

Take it one day at a time,

that's what I say.

Come on. You always

laugh at my air guitar.

Who's the best guitarist in the world?

Come on, Ricky, say it.

Yell it.

Look, Ricky, an Eskimo pissing.

Look at you.

I shouldn't have made you stay

in those woods. It's my fault.

But things are

going to be all right, I swear.

I've got us a lawyer...

...and even though she is a woman,

she's pretty darn good.

She only costs a dollar too.

That's not it, though.

I'm really sorry.

I want to make it up to you.

I promise.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Slick Moeller, Memphis Press.

I wrote the story.

How's your brother?

- Get out!

- How is your brother?

I just want to ask you a few questions.

- Did Clifford touch you any place?

- Shut up!

Did he tell you why

he was committing suicide?

- You better get out!

- Did he talk to you?

- Get out!

- I'll tell you what, I'll pay you.

Are you all right?

You Nance, private investigator?

Security specialist. Who's asking?

My name is Gronke.

I need some fast work.

Who referred you?

Sulari, New Orleans.

I get $2,000 cash, non-refundable,

before I lift a finger.

You like kids?

Why do you think Foltrigg was so...

We' re almost through.

Could you listen up?

Thank you.

Why was Foltrigg so convinced

you were in Clifford's car?

I don't know.

As your attorney,

you have to trust me.

I do trust you, Reggie.

I swear, I wasn't in that car.

You like Led Zeppelin?

Yeah. Do you?

They were a great band.

I bet you never heard of Led Zeppelin.

You' re probably a grownup

who says they like cool bands...

...just to get close

to little punks like me.

I think we've covered

just about everything.

What's your favorite Zeppelin song?

" Moby Dick, " live version.

Bitching drum solo.

I'll pick you up tomorrow

about 2.30.

What were the names

of their first 4 albums, Miss Groupie?

Just tell Foltrigg what you told me and

that'll be the last we hear from him.

What happens if you lie to the FBl?

It's a federal offense.

In theory you could go to jail. Why?

You weren't smoking

something besides cigarettes...

...in the woods, were you?

Something you' re not telling me?

I'm positive I'm not keeping

something from you.

I was just curious.

The first Led Zeppelin albums

were called " I, " " Il " and " Ill. "

The 4th, which is untitled...

...is generally referred to as " IV. "

See you tomorrow, groupie.

Want one?

Elvis Pezley.

I bet it's poisoned.

She's funny.

My boy loves her.

Sorry.

My boy was in a car wreck.

Drunk driver.

I don't know if he'll live.

He's only 8.

My brother's only 8.

He's really sick.

What's wrong?

He saw something, is all.

Are you the kids

who saw that suicide guy?

I seen it on TV.

That must have been awful.

How's your brother doing?

He just lays there.

What a scary thing to see.

I wasn't scared.

He must have been out of his mind

to stick a gun in his mouth.

I mean, why?

Was he acting weird...

...or yelling crazy stuff?

Maybe he said something scary

to your little brother.

That could be.

Well, dude, I got to go.

I hope your brother gets better.

Where's Karen?

Off duty, hon. Get you anything?

Is there anything to eat?

Cafeteria's open 24 hours.

Can I have your autograph?

Everything'll be fine.

Now you listen to me, Mark Sway.

I don't know what Romey said,

but you repeat it to anyone...

...including your lawyer,

I'll kill you.

Talk to the Feds tomorrow,

I'll kill you.

If you tell anyone about me...

...I'll kill you slow.

You understand me, big boy?

You understand?

Good. We have an understanding.

I'll be watching.

Everyone knew Muldano

and Boyette were in bed together.

Boyette got himself killed. He took

money from the Mafia to build a dump.

When his constituents got pissed

he voted against it.

- Enter Barry "The Blade. "

- If Foltrigg can prove it.

Why would Foltrigg bring in Muldano

if he didn't have Boyette's body?

He's going to run for office.

What are we serving?

- It's Thursday.

- Southern pecan.

Is something wrong?

I ain't talking to the FBI today!

You have to.

They could subpoena you.

Foltrigg is going to be here any minute.

I said, no.

As my lawyer,

you have to do what I tell you.

Reverend Roy, I saw you on TV!

This place is a dump.

You can say that again.

My Lord.

They are coming down the hall.

Make them go away. Please!

Stay here, out of sight.

Something's up. I don't get it,

but I will do it. Sit down.

Good afternoon, Ms. Love.

Is young master Sway all ready?

Roy, I'm sorry,

but the meeting's been canceled.

Pardon?

Let me debrief the child...

...and give you a written statement.

He doesn't know anything.

We must talk to him. We have

a set of confirmed fingerprints...

...that put him inside

Jerome Clifford's car.

What will we do about that?

I think the big question is...

...how did you match his fingerprints?

Off a soda can at the hospital.

Did you ask either Mark

or his mother before doing so?

- So you invaded his privacy.

- We were trying to obtain evidence.

For what?

So his prints were in the car!

You have absolutely no proof

that he interacted with Clifford.

The kid has a bruised cheekbone.

We found blood on Clifford's ring...

...not his type.

Let me guess.

Mark Sway's blood type.

That's right.

And how did you obtain

Mark's blood type?

From his brother's hospital records.

And how did you obtain

his brother's confidential records?

You get near my client again without my

permission, I'll sue you and the FBI...

...for civil rights violations,

file a complaint with the state bar...

...and haul your ass into court!

You' re playing big league hardball.

We don't respond to threats.

Does Mrs. Sway know you were

hospitalized for drug and alcohol abuse?

It was a treatment center.

Close the door when you leave.

You've been a lawyer for 2 years.

You' re not equipped to handle this case.

We know more about

Mark's actions than you do.

You' re an amateur.

He's in serious peril.

Think that over.

Let me talk to him.

You are so good.

But I won't let you use Mark

to climb into the Governor's chair.

You think you look good on TV?

If you attempt to contact my client

or his family again...

...I'll put Mark on prime-time news.

He can tell everyone how you trampled

a kid's constitutional rights.

And I got the tape to prove it.

We'll talk to that boy.

You miss one step, I'll eat you alive.

Jesus Christ.

I'll kill that kid.

You lied! You got till 3

to start telling the truth. 1-2-3.

You' re the liar!

Keep the dollar, you' re fired!

You come back here!

Come back here.

- Sh*t, where did I put my car keys?

- In your purse.

Mark, get in the car.

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