I’m pre-emptively labeling this as part one, because things I’ve learned on the job, that I never learned in law school will be revisited again.
Over at The Defense Perspective, Stephen Gustitis had a post about using a polygraph as a method of client control. His reasoning goes, criminal clients often refuse to face the facts, even if the prosecution has a mountain of evidence against them. Since they won’t face reality, the client will insist on a course of action where the only outcome is the client spending time in prison, when they could have taken an offer and received less time or probation. If you give the client a polygraph, there’s two potentially positive outcomes for the attorney. The client passes and you can go to the prosecutor with that tidbit of information. Or, the client fails and will (hopefully) decide to face reality.
Where am I going with this? Client control. Extremely important and a subject that was never covered during my law school education. Even in my “practical law” classes when we’d have to roll-play being a client, no one was even the client who wouldn’t take the great deal you worked out for him. Or the client with mental illness. Or the client that just flat out ignores you. Everyone would behave like an attorney talking to another attorney. That’s not the fault of the students, they don’t know how else to behave.
My first experience with an out of control client came at my first trial. Up until then, pretty much all my clients just wanted me to get them a deal. The ones that were trouble, my boss would handle, since he has a lot more experience than I do. But, this one was a misdemeanor, and should have been a pretty easy case for the defense. The first time meeting the defendant was right after I was appointed to him. I asked him how he wanted to handle the case, if he wanted me to work something out with the County Attorney or if we needed to set it for trial. His response was something along the lines of, “I don’t want to hear nothing about a deal, we’re taking this thing to trial.” He probably also used a fair amount of profanity for that one sentence as well.
Whenever I’d meet with or talk to the defendant, we’ll call him Billy, he tended to have a lot of trouble staying on topic. I’d ask him a question and he’d give me a long rambling answer, and I use the word “answer” in the loosest sense of the word. It was usually a jumble of semi-coherent thoughts about how the county was out to get him, or how the state of Texas was out to get him, or that I wasn’t doing my job, and so on. He’d always end his diatribe by saying, “We’ve got to get this information out at trial, so the jury knows the truth.” I’d repeatedly tell him that we had a very simple, and winnable case, and if we started talking about how the state of Texas is screwing him over, the jury would think we’re trying to bullshit them, and wouldn’t appricate that. He’d agree with me, and then go right back to ignoring whatever I said.
Quite frankly, I had no idea what to do with this guy. There was nothing in any of my law school classes that even remotely prepared me for dealing with a guy like this. Stephen’s above suggestion of giving him a polygraph wouldn’t apply since A) Billy had no means to afford a polygraph; and B) our defense was that he had legal authority to commit the acts, not that he didn’t do it. I couldn’t remind him that going to trial costs extra, since he was a court appointee. In short, I was stuck. All I could do was keep telling him that its very easy to talk your way into jail.
The trial was an unmitigated disaster. Even though the prosecutor, the judge, and my fiancee said I did a good job, I felt like I had snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. Billy took the stand, with my blessing. I told him to testify for two reasons. First off, he had been waiting five months to tell his side of the story. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to get up there and testify about how the county, the judge, the prosecutor, and the great state of Texas were out to get him. This was going to be his moment in the sun. It was like Festivus came early for him, he got to air all his grievances. After the prosecutor got done with Billy, I just wanted to lay my head on the table and wave the white flag. The second reason I told him to testify was that we’d get two extra defenses if he took the stand. If I had to do it again, I’d probably tell him not to take the stand, but I know he wouldn’t listen to me.
Was there anything I could have done to keep Billy under control? I’m not entirely sure. But I do know that law school does a poor job of preparing people for difficult clients. I know the rebuttal. You’re a criminal defense attorney in a rural county. You’re not exactly dealing with the best and the brightest who are going to listen. And that’s true, but a class on client management would be very beneficial to new attorneys.