The Client Page #5

Please.

How did you like the story

this morning?

- He didn't hire a lawyer for his health.

- He knows where the body is.

Even the Mob knows he knows.

That's why they flew in Gronke.

You got it, Wally?

We have to get our hands on Mark

before the Mob does.

We can petition the court,

alleging the boy needs supervision.

And protection.

Gronke's not here to visit Graceland.

We tell the judge it's in the kid's

best interest to take him into custody.

- Get the judge to make him talk.

- Saying he's breaking the law.

He is. He's obstructing justice.

File those petitions.

Incarcerate his young ass tonight.

You said we were

getting rid of the reporters.

Do you see any?

This is my mama's house.

You live with your mother?

This is Momma Love.

Hi, there. You must be Mark.

Take me back to the hospital!

You and I are going to do

some talking first.

Talk, my ass! You' re fired!

Fine.

You' re the boss.

This is kidnapping or something!

Take me back, right now!

I'll hitchhike if I have to!

Go ahead!

Nice meeting you, Mark.

- Who is it?

- Your mother.

Hey, Bono.

How you doing, Paulie?

I guess Johnny means business,

bringing you here.

- Where's the kid?

- With that b*tch lawyer.

Got a private dick tailing him.

Any sign of the Fibbies?

A couple, watching the hospital,

same as we are.

I gave that kid a warning last night.

This is the directive.

We bug everything: hospital room,

lawyer's office, the works.

Find out what the kid knows.

That doesn't work...

...we kill them all.

How's he doing?

He'll come in when he's hungry.

It's lucky a car

only comes by here every 4 hours.

That is one willful child.

Pain in the butt, if you ask me.

Isn't that the pot

calling the kettle black?

Hey, man.

How are you?

You' re the kid at the hospital, right?

Hop in.

Come on.

What are you doing out here?

Come on, hop in.

My boy's getting much better.

How's your brother doing?

Come on back here.

Elvis has left the building.

I told you so.

Take me back to the hospital.

Lemonade?

I'm not taking you

anywhere till we talk.

Pie?

Where's the phone?

I must call a cab.

Help yourself.

It's $40 from here, Momma?

Or $45? I'm not sure with a tip.

You' re fired! Can't you get that

through your thick head?

Fine. Because I cannot do my job

if you hide things from me.

Did it occur to you how it made me feel

to take on Foltrigg on your behalf...

...without the facts?

If I'd smelled your breath first,

I'd have known you was a drunk.

I'll be going.

I have been sober for 3 years.

That's what all the drunks say.

How they will get sober.

They say they love you,

but they don't!

Then they come home wasted

and beat you and your mother so bad...

...you gotta hit them

in the face with a bat.

You' re talking about your daddy.

I got rid of him.

Me and my mom went to court to buy

a divorce, our lawyer sucked, as usual.

So I went up there

and told the judge about the beatings...

...how he made us sleep in the street.

That's when my father

became my ex-father.

Now I got you...

...and you' re a drunk

and a bad lawyer too.

So I'm getting rid of you,

you' re fired.

I can handle this myself.

I used to think I could handle

everything by myself.

But sometimes being strong

means asking for help.

I know you've taken good care

of your family.

But the FBI won't leave you alone.

Let me help you.

Let go!

I need a cigarette!

Smoking is terrible for you.

What did Romey tell you?

Why do I always answer questions?

Why don't you ever have to?

Fair enough.

Go ahead, ask me something.

Like what?

Whatever you want.

There's no rules, no limits.

You ask me and I'll answer.

And you'll tell the truth?

If it takes my skin off.

What's that thing you always wear

around your neck?

This is my mama's compass.

I wear it so I'll never

lose my way again.

Anything else?

These your kids?

They chained down in the basement?

They' re with their daddy.

- There was a divorce.

- You ever see them?

They don't want to see me.

Because you was drunk

and on drugs?

Because after the divorce

I drank some, yes.

I drank a lot.

Why?

You' re right, there must be

a cigarette around here someplace.

I married a doctor, worked my ass off

to put him through medical school...

...and when he became rich and famous,

he traded me in for a younger model.

I didn't have a dollar to buy food...

...or a car to go look for a job.

But I figured I could

handle it myself, just like you.

But...

...I was wrong.

So then you started to drink?

First... I stopped sleeping and eating.

I kept staying up every night,

watching my babies...

...trying to figure out what to do.

Finally, I took some pills to sleep.

Hell, he prescribed them for me.

I was not trying to kill myself.

But that's when he pounced.

Got himself a fancy lawyer.

I didn't have anybody.

But I figured after all those years

of blowing noses and wiping butts...

...fixing meals and carpooling kids,

that it would count for something.

I was a fool.

The court declared me unfit.

Just like that...

...they were gone.

He took...

...my little girl and boy.

Anyhow, that's when I started drinking.

But I got myself sober.

I stayed sober.

And put myself through law school.

Do you miss your kids?

So much I try

not to even think about them.

He told me.

Romey told me where the body's buried.

Do you want to tell me?

I can call the police

and put an end to this.

I swore an oath

that I wouldn't tell nobody.

They' re gonna get me.

I seen it on TV.

The Mob never forgets.

They came after you, didn't they?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get security on Ricky's room,

notify the police...

...and get you to the hospital

where you'll be safe.

I'm scared.

What's up?

He's in there. But you'll have to

deal with the 2 b*tches.

What do you think?

I got an idea.

It'll take a week to get

that kid into protective custody.

We still need a way to make him talk.

I want him in court maana.

You hear what I'm saying?

Yes, but-

I know how to solve this.

Don't you have something to do?

Go wake somebody up.

May I have your autograph?

Of course. Thomas,

move forward in this matter...

...and produce results

in the interest of your job security.

Right, by God, now.

Your name?

Our trailer...

They burned down our home.

We got nothing left.

Who did?

How the hell do I know?

Somebody. They saw two people...

...they was leaving and...

...it's all gone. All of it.

- Mom, it's my fault.

- I'm so sorry.

It'll be all right.

Do you have insurance?

It's none of your business, really.

I'm sorry. I meant nothing by it.

- I was just trying to help.

- What is this crap?

It's just a few things I put together

to make you feel more comfortable.

I don't need your charity!

- It's not charity.

- And don't try to take away my son.

Mark's already got a mother!

You' re doing a fine job.

- I don't need your help.

- I'm sorry.

Get out!

Reggie, you okay?

Fine.

They got her on medication.

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