The Client List Page #6

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you get to talk.

At first, you did it to save your family,

I get that, but then it was for you.

You threw your whole life away

for what's on your ears

and around your neck.

You're home.

Oh, what did I do?

What am I supposed to say to him?

How am I gonna fix this?

I don't know.

Maybe some things can't be fixed.

Rex, I'm so sorry.

I know that I've really

messed things up,

and I'll do just about anything

to make it right.

So just look at me.

Talk to me.

Yell at me, swear at me, hit me,

I don't care.

All night,

I've been thinking about something.

That summer after graduation?

You and me going-

Going to the vet

to put Barney down.

I loved that dog too.

And we get there,

and we're sitting in the parking lot

holding that old dog between us,

petting him,

him loving the attention...

and both of us knowing

it's his last day of life.

And then you sang to him.

That Beatles song.

'In My Life.'

And then I-

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't go in.

And you took him,

and you carried him in...

and you held him...

till he died.

You did that for me.

And any time things got tough

with us, I'd think of that day,

and I'd think of that girl.

And now when I think of you,

it's gonna be this.

Winner of the

is Samantha Dale.

Mama?

Thank you, Eric.

Hey, what are you doing up?

I heard the TV.

Well, I'm sorry I woke you.

Come here.

You're watching

your pageant video.

Yeah.

I like the part where you say

what you'd tell the president to do

to fix the Middle East.

Did you ever tell the president?

No.

Oddly enough, he decided

not to consult Miss Bixby Hills

about international relations.

Why are you

watching this?

Just revisiting a time in my life

when I felt like

I was doing everything right.

You look sad.

Do you want me to sing to you,

like you do when I'm sad?

I think if you did that,

I just might fall apart.

You're sweet, though.

Then should I go back to bed?

In a minute.

Do you think they're gonna

let me wear makeup in jail?

I'll try to smuggle you some.

Thank you for helping me.

I'm your friend.

I haven't been

a very good friend lately.

Well, friendship

isn't quid pro quo.

Wow, you are a lawyer.

What's your mom say about all this?

"It's the reason you have more than one kid.

So you can ditch the screw-ups.

That sounds like your mom.

All right, let's get down

to business.

It seems this whole thing was orchestrated

by the mayor's re-election team.

They're trying to position her

as the champion of traditional values.

How did she even find out

about us?

Know someone by the name

of Emma Hollings?

Oh, my God.

She went

to some religious group.

Christian Fellowship Lodge.

That's it.

She found a lot of old people with

time on their hands and cell phones.

They bombarded the police with calls,

they got nowhere.

Took it to city hall, where the mayor

decided it was divine intervention.

I sent her there. This is all my fault.

They're looking to charge you

with felony promotion of prostitution

and possession of cocaine.

You're looking at two years.

Oh, my God.

Are you still using?

No. Never again.

I feel like dog crap.

Well, you're gonna feel agitated,

depressed.

I mean,

the works for a few months,

and then, honestly, periodic

cravings for the 10 next years.

Guess the first two years

will be while I'm in jail.

Well, maybe not.

I think we can use this election

to our advantage.

Don't they wanna look tough

on crime?

But what they want more

is publicity.

The more attention that Summerlin

can get from this, the better for her.

The more we help her,

the more likely she is to help us.

And the best way to get attention is

if we have good names to give.

Did you have any clients

that were prominent members

of the community?

Well, yeah, but I don't wanna hurt

any of those guys.

Well, I can't worry about them,

I'm representing you.

Besides, all the johns ever get

is a slap on the wrist.

There's personal

and professional embarrassment,

but they do more sleeping

on the couch than jail time.

I just don't know.

Well, fine.

Go to jail.

Don't see your kids for two years.

Okay, tell me what you need.

That's better.

And what about the girls?

Is this gonna reduce their jail time?

It might.

I know it's a cash business and your

clients used a lot of fake names, but-

Not with me, they didn't.

I need some good names, Sam.

Truckers and frat boys

ain't gonna do a thing for us.

We need our Eliot Spitzers

and Tiger Woods.

What about a circuit court judge?

You're kidding me. Who?

Charlie Ocko.

Dark hair, 6'4',

graduated cum laude from-

I know who he is.

I had a crush on him for years.

Well?

Let's just say sometimes small things

come in big packages.

Let's just stick

to what we can use in court, shall we?

This is great.

I need you to write down anyone else

you can think of.

I'm gonna need a lot more paper.

What about the cuddle guy?

Cuddle guy?

Davis P. Lowell.

Hedge fund manager, 44.

Three kids, Karen, Kathy and Keily.

Lives right here in Lareena

and likes to be held for hours.

Oh, that's kind of sweet.

Wearing only a diaper?

Okay, that's less sweet.

I don't know how it is

you do what you do.

Well...

Beats the hell out of waitressing.

Klaus Kransing, 52,

oil company lobbyist.

He'd fly up every Thursday

during his wife's book club.

When he'd get all hot and bothered,

he'd speak to me in German.

Nothing sounds sexy

in German.

He gave her a diamond watch.

She earned it.

I pawned it for a down payment

on Rex's Harley.

Things any better at home, darling?

Still sleeping on the couch.

We're doing our best

to hide it from the kids.

That's about to get

a whole lot harder.

Arnie Vanderbaush, 46.

He's a defense contractor

from El Paso.

And I think that's it.

What about Jim Reed?

What, Carol 'the b*tch of Bixby Hills"

husband, Jim Reed?

He came in, but I sent him home.

He's been a regular for years.

As much as I'd like to stick it to Carol,

please don't put him on the list.

Okay.

Okay.

I mean, this is incredible.

If we play this right, we're looking

at minimal time for all of you.

How many names we got?

Sixty-nine.

That's, uh-

Appropriate?

That's the word.

Look, I'm gonna get this formatted.

We are gonna walk it over

to the mayor's office personally.

And her team has already tipped

the press off. They know it's coming.

I always knew that Sam Horton

was nothing but trash.

You know, I got

a real common name, honey.

A lot of guys around here

got my name.

Better hope none of them

are on the list.

Good morning.

I heard my gynecologist

was on the list.

I don't even know

what to make of that.

Well, if my husband's on that

list, I'm gonna lake all his stuff,

put it on his bass boat

and set it on fire.

Screw that.

Set his stuff on fire, sure,

but sell the bass boat, girl.

You can get good money

for that thing.

Ooh-whee, you're right

about that. Heh.

Don't this remind you about what

happened in Odessa a few years ago?

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