Just Cause

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ought to be shot.

It's 25 years since I practiced law.

If you say no, he said to go to Princeton,

New Jersey and find Mr. Harry Gilyard.

A good man.

But he said to come to you first.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Can I drive you somewhere?

Nowhere.

There a 2:
00 a.m. Bus to Princeton

from the Trailways station.

I can get there by myself.

Thank you for your time.

No, you keep it.

It's got your name on it.

Daddy!

Wonderful, wonderful.

Carry on.

Where's Mommy?

- Hi.

- What happened to you?

I was working in juvenile detention center

this morning with this kid, Carlos.

He was in for dealing.

Usual rap sheet:
Misdemeanors,

history of drug use.

Half-hour in, I ask about his mother.

And he goes berserk.

I'm on my back seeing stars.

A day at the office.

An hour later,

I'm standing in front of the judge...

...convincing her he's perfect

for the Crossroads program instead of jail.

How did you explain the eye?

I told her my husband's a wife beater.

Thank you very much.

Why don't you go back to being a lawyer?

It is safer.

For who? Me or the bad guys?

More popcorn, please.

Daddy will bring it.

Paul, how did the debate go?

Little old lady showed up tonight.

Tells me her grandson's on Death Row

down in Florida.

A black kid. Went to Cornell.

Can I see it?

Back to the salt mines.

He needs a lawyer...

...not a teacher. And I need a drink.

Did you really read this?

Maybe this one is worth checking out.

Why don't you check it out?

You know Everglade County.

Can we sleep outside?

No way.

I'd sooner go to hell

than into another courtroom.

This would be really good for you.

Put you in the real world.

Why is every fucking thing the real world

except teaching?

That's the real world?

He's on Death Row. He's asking you

to put your money where your mouth is.

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