Last Dance Page #5

You probably think you know

everything about me.

I know what's in that file.

Look, even if I get clemency...

it means life in here with no parole,

and that's no life.

I'm not beggin' for mercy

I'm not gonna get.

You think I wanna die?

I do not wanna die. Okay?

- Well...

- But if I do, it's gonna be on my terms.

You got that? My terms.

That's all I got.

Frances!

They know how to harness Negroes

down south too, I hear.

With a strap across their back.

Come on.

Mmm. Hmm.

Get out of my house. Get out

of here, you thievin' whore!

Get out of my house, damn you!

Hey! What the fu...

Cindy!

Reg? Reggie?

Reg, you awake?

Reg? Reg?

Untamed youth with one thing on

their minds... Barq's Root Beer.

I know that you were

involved in her appeals.

That's right, and I assisted

Ed Duffy at the trial.

Listen, maybe we should

talk later. I got a hearing.

Just a minute. Is there anybody

else I should be talking to?

Her only family's a kid brother. It's been

a defence nightmare from day one.

- That's because of the brutality

of the crime.

- That, yeah.

And we only had nine days

to prepare for trial.

Well, now, the girl... she, in

fact, knew her in school, yes?

Yeah. And the boy was the son of none

other than of William J. McGuire.

McGuire? What, construction?

- Yeah. Hey.

- Hi, Linda.

- Listen.

McGuire wanted her to get the death

penalty, and he lobbied like hell for it.

- Huh.

- Listen, she got a tough break.

- Is there...

But it wasn't like she would've

ever gotten the sympathy vote.

Is there anybody out there with

anything good to say about her?

Nobody I'd let

baby-sit my child.

- You again.

- Me again.

- Well, it gets me away from the TVs.

- TVs?

Well, they got those TVs

down in the pod...

blastin' game shows

and soap operas all day long.

That's what I'd call cruel

and unusual punishment.

Yeah. No question.

Guess they figure by the time they get

around to killin' you, you'll be grateful.

Well, I'm just glad you consider me

a notch up from that kind of torture.

Just a notch.

What do you want?

Well, let's start with

some names, okay?

Anybody out there with anything

good to say about you?

When I was out in the free world,

there wasn't anything good about me.

- You could talk to Reggie.

- Oh? Who's Reggie?

She's my cell neighbour.

She killed both her husbands.

By the time they were about to arrest her,

she was just about to marry

number three.

Well, she... she might not make

the best character witness, uh...

- What about your brother?

- Billy?

I know he thinks I hate him,

but I don't.

I just wasn't a very good sister.

I was runnin' wild.

- Is he still in St. Charles?

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