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and come back.

You shut up too.

Yes?

Hell, no.

I'm going to pick up something to eat

and then swing by the post office.

When's your boss returning?

May I help you?

- No, I need to see Reggie Love.

- Why, may I ask?

That's between me and Mr. Love.

I'm Reggie Love.

Sh*t. A woman lawyer. Great.

I think so. Why is it

you think you want a lawyer?

I don't want a lawyer.

I hate lawyers.

Every lawyer I ever had

shafted me and my mom.

I said I need a lawyer.

But I don't know about no woman.

Well, this lawyer that shafted you,

what was her name?

It wasn't no her, it was a he.

Right.

Well, why is it that you think

you need a lawyer?

Because I'm Mark Sway.

So?

The kid who found the dead guy.

I'm famous. Don't you read the paper?

You haven't answered my question.

Because I'm supposed to talk to

Reverend Roy in 10 minutes.

Reverend Roy Foltrigg?

Why is he called that?

He quotes the scriptures in court

and knows the Bible better than God.

He wins a lot?

Always.

Why can't people leave me alone?

Some sweaty guy kills himself-

Why'd you lie to the police?

- I didn't.

- It says here in the paper.

You found Clifford dead.

I did.

Dead men don't sweat...

...now, do they?

If you was my lawyer...

...and I told you something,

could you repeat it?

No. What is it you want to tell me?

That Clifford guy came...

...driving up in his big black car

and me and Ricky...

...snuck up to watch...

...and that Clifford got out...

...put a gun in his mouth,

and blew the back of his head out.

So you did see Clifford alive.

Why'd you lie to the police?

I don't know.

I was just scared, I guess.

My brother's in a coma

and my mom might lose her job.

The FBl's after me but

I don't know nothing. You'd lie too.

You' re right.

You do need a lawyer, Mark Sway.

There are male lawyers down the hall.

Want a recommendation?

How many cases have you won?

More than I lost.

How much do you cost?

How much you got?

Our boy has arrived.

Thank God your mother,

my sister, is dead.

Having a son this stupid

would have killed her for sure.

I told you not to hit Boyette.

You did.

I told you not to tell Romey

too much. You did.

I hope it hurt that fat bastard.

I hope that bullet was slow.

I hope he felt his head

pull right off his face!

Two kids found him,

maybe before he finished the job.

I know, I seen it on TV.

He might have talked.

Tell me Boyette's body is well-hidden.

The cops won't find it.

Move the body.

I will, Uncle Johnny.

Only I can't, right now.

Why?

Where it's at...

...the body, the cops

are swarming all over the place.

Don't worry, they won't find it!

If that kid knows anything,

he's not talking or I wouldn't be here.

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