The Client Page #7

Will he testify and put an end

to this foolishness?

If we refuse?

I'd have to lock him back up

till we sort this out.

The child moves for a change of venue.

The murder of Boyette occurred in

Louisiana. We'd like to relocate there.

As the U.S. Attorney for eastern

Louisiana, I waive venue.

The child declines.

- We give the case to your jurisdiction.

- The child declines.

That's a pretty suit.

Drop dead.

All right, you two.

Just settle down.

Nice try, but it would be

in everybody's best interests...

...for Mark to take the stand.

That's my ruling.

I want you to come up here

and take this seat right by me.

It's okay.

Put up your right hand.

You swear to tell the truth?

Say it.

I swear.

Mr. Fink will ask you questions.

He'll keep them clear and simple.

May I rise?

How are you, Mark?

Were you forced into the car

with Mr. Clifford before he died?

Did you and Clifford converse?

Listen up.

Did Clifford mention Barry Muldano

or Senator Boyd Boyette?

Answer me.

Is taking the 5th Amendment lying?

No, it's not lying.

Can I take the 5th?

No, you cannot!

Why not? Doesn't it apply to kids?

Not in this case.

You' re not implicated in Boyette's

death, so you must answer the question.

As Mr. Foltrigg has tried

so thoroughly to implicate Mark...

...I must, out of

an abundance of caution...

...advise my client to take the 5th.

Haven't we played enough games?

We are all searchers for the truth.

A man's been murdered

and another man has killed himself...

...yet this boy remains silent.

What wanton hubris is this?

Speak! Lying lips are an abomination

to the Lord, so sayeth the Psalm.

No, that's Proverbs, 12. 22.

This is still a courtroom,

not a church.

Please, sit down.

Did Romey Clifford tell you

where Boyd Boyette's body's at?

Answer the question.

I take the 5th Amendment.

I'm sorry, but I can't answer

any of these questions...

...because I'm afraid of what

might happen to me or my family.

I have no choice but to return you

to protective custody.

It's for your own protection.

Can't you make him

answer the question?

These proceedings are closed.

I didn't lie.

You did great.

What lawyer tells a child

to plead the 5th, go back to jail...

...and hold up a Federal investigation?

Are you trying to ruin this boy's life?

You did real good.

- We alone?

- Yes, we' re alone.

What happened?

I want a bit more this time.

I asked you a question.

Kid's going back to jail.

Judge wants him safe.

- What's he know?

- I'd say he knows everything.

The bastard.

He'll be in court tomorrow in case

a night in jail changes his mind.

- You didn't hear this from me.

- Shut up!

Give me a little break here.

Go powder your nose.

What is it? I'm eating here!

I just talked to Gronke in Memphis.

What can I get you?

Dos Equis.

Where's your regular waiter?

I don't know.

Cops got the kid.

I still can't move the stiff.

You' re a dumb ass, you know that?

We've had this conversation.

I'm sick of it. I deserve respect.

Nice work, Norm.

Picking it up just fine.

We still need to make the move.

The bastard knows something.

Probably told his lawyer.

We 're tapping the phones.

I hate goddamn lawyers.

Please, let me hit the kid.

We don't have to worry about him.

Let's call it quits.

The kid knows.

Goddamn bugs.

The city's lousy with them.

You' re probably right.

He knows nothing.

They' re onto us.

We' re out of business.

We' re putting this whole thing

behind us. Is that clear?

I got it, Uncle Johnny.

- What're you doing?

- Nothing, go to bed.

Do you know what time it is?

Mama, have you seen

my notebooks from school?

In the garage, maybe.

Oh, sh*t, yeah.

You need to get some sleep.

He's your client, Regina,

not your child.

Damn!

Damn!

Telda, call the medic! Quick!

Medic on 5 now!

Goddamn, the boy's soaking wet!

- He's in shock, isn't he?

- Go get a towel.

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

This kid's heart is about to explode.

Get an ambulance!

Right. Telda, call an ambulance!

- What is it?

- Elevated pulse and BP.

Shakes and sweats.

He's from juvenile court.

Did he bleed or anything?

He can wait 5 minutes.

- Sign on the line and he's yours.

- Where are the police?

He's just a juvenile.

Goddamn it! Look at this, man!

My guitar. I just can't believe it.

Look at my guitar.

- Forget the guitar.

- No, honey, this is an original guitar!

These people over here need help. I

need a new guitar. Who'll pay for this?

Is there coffee?

- There's a pot there.

- Too hot in there for you?

Paging Mr. Sway.

It's nothing personal, kid.

I don't want to hurt you.

I just want to talk.

Want a smoke?

Let's smoke together.

Okay, you little punk!

Game's over.

Isn't this a nice spot to die!

I wonder if we' re going to find

a live body in here.

Come here, boy.

Open this door,

you little punk! I'll kill you!

Chief, this isn't very...

It's about Mark Sway. He's escaped.

Pardon me?

Hi, thought you could use some coffee.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

You' re welcome.

Is this really the best time

to defrost the freezer?

Will you shut up?

Need anything, just holler.

- What are you being nice to them for?

- Because they' re cute.

They' re just being protective.

Where have you been?

They are here hoping an 11-year-old

comes by so they can pounce on him!

I feel like a prisoner.

Sh*t!

Will you just be calm!

You haven't sat still

since they got here.

The cops don't stake out

your home everyday.

Fine. Let's just relax.

Can we do that?

Let's sit down and relax.

I'm relaxed.

Reggie, it's me.

I've busted out of jail, come get me.

Jeanette!

It's Jeanette!

It's Jeanette.

What' re you doing calling me so late?

Who's Jeanette?

I'm at St. Peter's, hiding out.

I ran in place for an hour...

...and faked an attack

of post-traumatic stress disorder.

They rushed me right over.

It was easy as pie.

- Are you okay?

- No, I'm not okay.

I locked a Mafia guy in the morgue.

He was trying to kill me.

I hear something down the hallway!

Go find yourself a policeman, now.

Someone's locked in the cooler.

I'm not going back to jail.

If you don't come get me...

I'll go where I'm going on my own.

I'm serious. You must come get me.

You' re the only friend I've got,

you know that. Don't let me down.

Sh*t!

I'll meet you by the front parking lot

in a dark grey Honda.

Right in front of the cross...

...the big one.

Thank you, Reggie. Thanks.

- My dark grey Honda?

- Just give me the keys.

You can't run away

with an escaped whatever-he-is.

They'll arrest you. You'll be

disbarred. You've lost your mind.

Momma, I need you

to distract the police.

Go get them coffee or something

and don't ask me any questions.

I need some cash.

- This is my rent money.

- You can live with Momma.

She likes you better than me.

That wouldn't be hard.

Down! Your mama

must be beside herself.

I called her and told her we'd fix it.

We?

You' re an accomplice now, right?

Sh*t!

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