The Rainmaker Page #3

- Right.

Excuse me.

- Rudy Baylor.

- It's me. How's the fishing going?

- I'm talking to the prospect now.

- You better sign her up.

- Can you hear me?

- I enjoyed meeting you.

Thanks for the company.

- Tomorrow night?

- Maybe.

Time is up. Pass your test booklets

to your right so we may gather them up.

In my first year of law school,

everybody loved everybody else.

We were studying the law,

and the law was a noble thing.

By my third year, you were lucky

if you weren't murdered in your sleep.

People stole exams, hid research from

the library and lied to the professors.

Such is the nature of the profession.

Half an hour ago, her husband

threw a bowl of soup at her, -

- because she won't get it through

her head how much he loves her.

Pregnant at 18, married. A miscarriage,

probably because he beat her up.

- And still, she can't leave him.

- You're gonna have to help me.

Everything tells me she's a loser.

Scarred, broken, maybe dangerous.

But I've never seen anyone like her,

and all I want to do is protect her.

Visiting hours are over.

- So...

- He should be shot.

Any man who beats his wife with

an aluminium bat needs to be shot.

- How did you find out?

- Police reports, ambulance reports...

How long will you wait until he decides

to hit you on the head with his bat?

That would be it.

A couple of good shots to the skull...

Don't tell me how it feels.

Look at me, Kelly.

Can I ask you something?

Do you have a father or a brother?

Why?

If my daughter got beat the way your

husband beats you, I'd break his neck.

No big brother?

No...

No one to take care of me.

I'll try to help you any way I can,

but you have to file for divorce.

Now, while you're in hospital.

It'll sail through.

What better proof is there than that?

I can't file for divorce.

- Why not?

- Because he'll kill me.

He tells me so all the time.

- That's not gonna happen.

- Could you put a pillow under my foot?

There's one over there.

Here.

- Is that okay?

- Yeah.

Could you pass me my gown, too?

Thanks.

- You need some help putting it on?

- No, just turn around.

- Hey.

- Who are you?

- I live here. Who the hell are you?

- I'm Delbert's wife.

- Who? How did you get in here?

- Birdie gave me the key.

I live here.

You have no right to be in here.

Get a grip.

Birdie wants to see you.

- What is this?

- You must be the lawyer.

- I'm Rudy Baylor.

- I'm Delbert, Birdie's youngest.

He yelled at me

and told me to get out.

- Is that so?

- Damn right.

I don't want neither one of you

going through my stuff.

I come to see Mama and she's got

a stinking lawyer living with her.

- You been messing with Mama's will?

- She's your mama, ask her.

- She won't say a word.

- Then neither can I.

That's a lawyer-client privilege.

But I'll tell you what...

I made a couple phone calls,

verified some accounts...

Your mama's second husband

left her an enormous fortune.

- How big?

- Big.

I hope you're not meddling, boy.

Mama, wouldn't you just love to come

and visit us in Florida for a while?

Mama, come in and get some cake.

We ain't but 180 miles away

from Disneyworld.

- How you feeling, Donny Ray?

- Great. Don't I look fantastic?

- You feel up to this?

- Yeah, let's go already.

A lawyer isn't supposed to become

personally involved with a client.

But there's all kinds of lawyers...

and all kinds of clients, too.

You okay, baby?

Can I get you guys anything else?

- You want something?

- I'll have a shot of Jack Daniels.

What's it gonna do, kill me?

- This is my friend Donny Ray.

- I'm so glad to have you here.

You just come right over here

and sit down. Have a rest.

You have me all blocked off here.

- Ms Birdie, my back's killing me.

- I almost forgot, this came for you.

- Oh, my God!

- Isn't it exciting?

- I'm so proud of you.

- I passed the bar.

Here's to Rudy.

Congratulations on passing the bar.

- What the hell is that?

- Iced tea.

You did good work. I got a cheque

today from the van Landel settlement.

I'm giving you a bonus.

$5,500 each.

- Thank you.

- Sign up some more cases.

Are we gonna be ready

for tomorrow morning? Nine o'clock?

We're gonna argue

Great Benefit's motion to dismiss.

I think we're ready.

Deck and I have been going over it.

I think we're ready.

I hope so, because I might have you

handle some of that argument, Rudy.

It would be awfully embarrassing

if we lose this case on a dismissal.

Boss?

I got to go.

The food's on me.

- Enjoy your meat.

- Thanks, Bruiser. Appreciate it.

Something's about to go down.

He never split money like that before.

- What's behind this generosity?

- Come on, man.

Oh yeah?

One of his ex-partners testified.

I think he cut a deal.

- He's gonna be singing on Bruiser.

- So what?

- You're gonna have to make a move.

- I just got here.

Things might get a little hot.

Jury tampering,

tax evasion, money skimming...

- I'm real nervous.

- Why? They can't arrest us.

Suppose they come with

subpoenas and hacksaws?

They do that in racketeering cases.

They confiscate

the files and computers.

I'm not worried about being arrested,

I'm worried about my job.

- So what are you saying here?

- Let's bolt.

- How much money you got?

- $5,500.

Me too. We can rent

a small office. $500 a month.

We operate on a shoestring

for the first six months.

We split everything

right down the middle, fifty-fifty.

Costs, expenses, profits, everything.

Right down the middle.

What's the matter?

You don't want to be my partner?

It's not that...

You're hitting me with this,

and you got to give me a minute.

We have to act fast.

Okay, let's do it.

We'll do it for a while, see how it goes.

- How many files do you have?

- I got three.

Get them out, take them home.

But don't get caught.

- Is somebody watching us?

- The Feds.

I'm eating too fast.

Sorry.

The FBI is chaining up the office door.

Is Bruiser coming?

I doubt it. Arrest warrants are out

for both Bruiser and Prince.

Just relax. You can do this,

it's just a motion.

- Me?

- You know this case, you'll be fine.

- I don't even have my licence.

- You don't need a licence.

I memorised the Black files cold.

I read all the books on jurisprudence,

the rules of evidence and discovery.

But a look around the courtroom, and I

know I haven't even been born yet.

Excuse me, Your Honour.

I'm here for

the Black vs. Great Benefit hearing.

- And who are you?

- Baylor. I work for J. Lyman Stone.

Oh, you work for J. Lyman...

Staunch supporter

of the tobacco lobby.

Where is Mr Stone?

Honestly, I don't know.

He was supposed to meet me here.

Why doesn't that surprise me..?

You want a continuance?

- No, I'm prepared to argue the motion.

- Are you a lawyer?

I just passed the bar,

and these are my clients.

Mr Stone filed this on my behalf

until I passed the bar.

You got a nerve. Now get the hell out,

get your licence, and "then" come back!

Come back when you got a licence!

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