Int. shabby office – day
Wood desk. Bare bones. Behind it sits a CLERK who is in conference with JANE.
It’s kinda like a plea bargain. You pay the $20 bucks just cuz you showed up. And you sign the affadavit.
That says basically I’m lying. That I was lying when I checked the not guilty box. I’m not lying. I’m innocent.
O.K. so yeah…it’s a bitter pill. So, go across the street and down it with a chaser. Take my word Ma’m, it beats standing in front of Judge Thomas and pleading your case.
I’ll take my chances.
I’m your angel of mercy beamed down to save you time and heartache. That judge has never ever reversed a charge. I don’t care how many photos and sworn affidavits you’ve hauled in here with you. He’s gonna find you guilty. And, just for being a pain in the ass, he’s gonna demand the check be certified. He’s like that.
But what about justice?