Cell 213

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(PANTING)

(PANICKED SOBBING)

(CHILD SCREAMS)

- (MAN YELPS)

- (MAN MUTTERS)

(MAN WAILS)

(MAN QUIETLY RECITES THE LORD'S PRAYER)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

WOMAN:
I know where thou dwelleth,

where the Seat of Satan is,

and thou holdest fast my name

and has not denied my faith,

even in those days when Antipas

was my faithful witness,

who was slain among you,

where Satan dwelleth.

MAN:
Please.

I don't want to go back there.

MAN 2:
Nobody wants to go back there,

but you've got to.

MAN 2:
Shoot, I've got a whole damn

list of things I don't want to do.

Hey, you know that old saying?

Something about crime and time

and all that sh*t.

Did you know we use enough embalming fluid

in this country yearly

to, um, fill 12 Olympic size swimming pools?

Yeah, I think I've heard that one before.

Let's go.

Um, what about my lawyer?

He's supposed...

He's supposed to be coming today.

Hey...

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Michael! What if...

We have to go back.

Prosecution wants a break.

Odds are with the client.

If you win this, they're gonna

make you partner.

I'll win this.

MICHAEL:
I know.

It's okay.

(PHONE RINGS)

Sh*t. Hang on.

Hey. Hi, baby.

Yeah, we're just taking a bit of a recess.

Yeah.

Actually, I'm right in the middle of

something. Can I call you back?

Yeah. You too, baby. Okay. Okay. Thanks.

- (SHE UNDOES HIS BELT)

- What are you doing?

(SHE LAUGHS)

- MICHAEL:
Come on.

- (SHE LAUGHS)

(WHISPERING)

Everything is going to be fine, Mr. Charnin.

What the f*** is happening over there?

Well, it appears the prosecution

is having a bit of a meltdown.

You think this is funny, Michael?

If the next witness testifies to half

of what Mr. Charnin thinks he will,

our case is f***ed.

Relax. I'm not worried about the witness.

We're prepared.

Oh, we're prepared? F*** you.

If we lose this case, I promise you,

you're going under the bus.

This is a bullet you will not dodge.

Your honor, permission to approach.

I think this is good for us, sir.

Take a deep breath.

- JUDGE:
Mr Gray, care to join us?

- Yes, your honor.

He knows what he's doing.

- He's in town...

- What's going on, Henry?

It seems the prosecution

is missing a witness.

Your honor, if you could just grant us

a brief continuance,

I can assure you that we can find out

what's happened to this gentleman

- and then move forward with this.

- Mr Gray, thoughts?

To be honest, your honor, the prosecution

has had ample time to present the case.

Now, I think it's only fair to my client,

the patient jurors and to all of us here

that if the prosecution

has no other available witnesses,

we should move to summation

and present to the jury.

PROSECUTION:
Your honor, we have been

trying to contact this witness all day.

I spoke with him personally last night.

He will be here,

it's just a question of time.

Your honor, please.

I don't know what the f*** you did

in there. I don't want to know.

Maybe the gods are just

continuing to smile down on you,

but if this guy doesn't show up tomorrow,

the judge will throw the whole case out.

Let's just hope he doesn't show then.

Mr. Charnin, you're in good hands.

This way, sir.

Have a nice day.

- You're gonna win this, Michael.

- You better believe it.

So, are you going back to the office now?

No, I... I've got to go to prison.

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

MAN:
It's done.

I thought we weren't...

weren't supposed to...

He didn't testify today.

MAN:
Yeah, I know.

You...

You scared him?

Yeah. I scared him.

MICHAEL:
Um...

MAN:
You want details?

No. No, I don't.

Okay.

(SOBS) Oh, God.

(FLIES BUZZ)

I see them!

(SCREAMS)

- GUARD:
Charlie, 213!

- You're a devil! Devil!

Okay, pass on through. Okay, you go ahead.

(DOOR BUZZER)

Thank you.

(DROPS KEYS IN BOX)

Slide it on through, please.

Step on through.

Good.

- Step right there, please.

- Excuse me?

Briefcase on the floor, please.

Arms out to the side.

- Oh, this is ridiculous.

- Little further up, please.

Thank you.

So, tell me,

how many rapists and murderers do you

think you've set free over the years?

Really? Do we have a problem?

Yes, we have a problem.

I'll take it from here, Ray.

Why don't you make a quick round,

clock out early

and have dinner with the missus.

Thank you, sir.

- Superintendent Joseph Sands.

- Michael Gray.

We know who you are.

I came down here to greet you personally.

We don't get the big stars out here much.

Well, I'm not a big star, sir.

I'm just very good at what I do.

Yeah.

I like to think I am, too.

JOSEPH:
Sometimes, I think of this

as our own little world.

I grew up with a couple of the old-timers

here myself.

Your client, Charlie Johnston,

I've known him since he was just a boy.

He used to light small animals on fire.

Just for kicks.

- Stepping.

- (DOOR BUZZER)

You know getting him out of here is not

gonna make the world a better place.

Any shrink worth his grain will tell you

that people like Charlie are better

served behind these walls.

With all due respect, it's not my job

to determine his worthiness.

It's my job to do my job.

You know, there's a path

we all take, Michael,

that leads us to who and where we are.

Just do me a favor.

On your way back to your big law office in

the city, stop by Rose Jennings' house.

Yeah, the little girl he raped and murdered.

Tell her mother your little theory

about your duty to your job.

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