The Rainmaker Page #5

I always thought I'd go,

but it didn't work out.

- What kind of lawyer will you be?

- I enjoy trial work.

I'd like to spend my days

in a courtroom.

- Defending criminals?

- Maybe. They're entitled to a defence.

- They have a right to their day in court.

- Murderers?

Most murderers can't afford

a private lawyer.

Rapists and child molesters?

No.

Men who beat their wives?

Criminal work is a rare speciality.

I'll probably be doing more...

...civil litigation.

- Lawsuits and stuff?

- 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?

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