Cape Fear Page #4

instead of battery.

I'd have been up for parole in seven years

according to Georgia penal code.

Rape is a capital offense.

You could've gotten life, death.

You could be sitting

on death row right now.

I learned to read during my stretch.

First, Spot Goes To The Farm...

...then Runaway Bunny,

then law books, mostly.

Did you know, after I discharged you,

I acted as my own attorney?

Applied several times for an appeal.

No, I didn't know that.

So, here we are...

...two lawyers, for all practical purposes,

talking shop.

How much do you want, Mr. Cady?

- How much do I want what?

- How much money do you want?

Money?

Counselor, do I look destitute to you?

I'm open to discussion,

within reasonable limits.

You ever been a woman?

- A what?

- A woman.

Some fat, hairy, ugly hillbilly's wet dream?

I realize that you suffered.

There's no question about that.

You don't know

what suffering is, Counselor.

Like it says in Galatians 3:

"Have ye suffered so many things in vain?"

I learned from the get-go in the joint

to get in touch with my feminine side.

I'm open to some sort of discussion

on compensation.

What shall be my compensation, sir...

...for being held down and sodomized

by four white guys...

...or four black guys?

Shall my compensation be the same?

What is the formula for compensation, sir?

How about $10,000 in cash?

Do I...

Let's just break that down.

That figure just came

to the top of my head.

For argument's sake,

let's say $20,000, $30,000.

I'll tell you what. Let's say $50,000.

$50,000 into fourteen years.

Fourteen years times 365 days...

...is about 5,000 days.

You divide that by $50,000,

and that's like $10 a day.

That's not even minimum wage.

To say nothing about the family

and respect that I lost.

I don't think you really understand

what we're talking about.

Fourteen years.

Whoops.

Gotta git.

I'm late for another appointment.

I got some good news.

I got the bank, the account number.

I'll call your son-in-law's lawyer,

tell him we're going to court.

Mr. Bowden, your wife's on line one.

Ask her to hold. I have to make a call.

- I wouldn't make that call. The way I'd-

- Mr. Bowden...

...she says it's urgent.

Yeah?

...these kind of horrible,

high-pitched howls.

They sounded like he was screaming...

...and then Dani came running in, and I...

...I called the vet.

Then it was so weird because...

...it was like he was winding down...

...just winding down like an old clock.

Then, all of a sudden, he just stopped.

He had this kind of...

...his eyes just wide open,

and this kind of...

...surprised look.

And then...

...then he died.

He just died, before the vet even got here.

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