Jagged Edge Page #4

He's halfway to his parole hearing,

and he hangs himself.

You take care.

Good night.

When's Bridget gonna be back?

Bridget is coming back tomorrow.

- What's for dinner?

- What do you want? I'll cook you anything.

- Oh, God, Mum. You can't cook.

- Either can Bridget.

Yes she can. I thought you liked Bridget.

She farts too much.

So do you.

At least not atom bombs.

- Did you finish your homework?

- Yes.

Was Dad here last night?

He was? Why didn't he wake us?

He kissed you when you were asleep.

- 'Bye, Mum.

- Bye-bye, honey.

David.

David!

Can I have my kiss?

Tell him to wake me next time.

I will.

'Bye, Mum.

Have a good day.

Mrs. Styles.

You have no place here.

Just a goddamn minute!

Yes?

Christ.

You look like a real broad.

Come over here.

It's good to see you.

Come on in. Oh, yes.

Teddy, I'm a busted tyre for Christ's sake.

My lungs are shot.

I can't even piss straight.

You were the best investigator

the DA's office ever had.

- That was a long time ago.

- Four years!

I know the f*** how long ago it was.

Henry Styles.

Dumb f***ing a**hole. He hanged himself.

- I know.

- I know you know. You're here, aren't you?

Forrester isn't Styles, right?

Let's say the bastard didn't do it.

You're never gonna get him off.

If he didn't do it, I'll get him off.

Stop the horseshit, Teddy.

Look, I don't give a flying f***

how much money he's got.

A rich guy like Forrester...

Where the hell's he going to find

a jury of his peers?

He'll get a lot of people

who hate him for what he's got.

If he didn't do it...

...I'll get him off.

Forget Styles, will you? Forget him!

You're going to eat yourself alive

with all that guilt.

I can't forget him, and neither can you.

The f*** I can't!

- Sam, I'm responsible and so are you.

- Like hell I am!

Tom Krasny is responsible!

And f*** Styles and f*** you

and your goddamned guilt!

I'll take the case on one condition:

If you lie to me, or if I think you're guilty,

I'll drop out.

That's not professional, and you know it.

It's not a problem.

I'm not going to lie to you.

Okay.

I want Sam to have access to all your

personal and corporate correspondence.

Your financial records,

your wife's records...

- ...everything. Absolute access.

- You got it.

We've got four months to the trial.

I don't want you out in public.

I don't want pictures of you in the paper.

Look as if your life's been shattered.

My life has been shattered.

I don't want any visible support

from the firm, unless I ask for it.

I want to defend him alone.

Not with a team of high-priced lawyers.

The jury will like that.

I like her.

Yeah? She pisses me off.

Nice to meet you. I'm very happy.

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