We're in a tattoo parlor in Hayesville, Georgia.
Close on the grimacing face of MARCUS HAGGARTY, 30, Black, a wild spirit too big to be caged by his body. He lies on a table, shoulders bare.
"With clients, it’s a very close relationship," says Marcus. "You’re having a legalized war with the state. You’re planning together, you’re working together, you meet their family...so losing a case with a friend and having that friend cuffed, and you might have been able to do something about it, and maybe you didn’t do it - maybe you missed something - those are the things that keep rolling around in your head, really forever. That’s what it’s like. It’s awful."
BABYDOLL KENDRICK hovers on a stool nearby, listening. She's 26, fresh from law school, Black, smugly upper middle-class, she knows a lot and she's got a lot to learn. She doesn't know what to think.
"What's gonna happen to him?" asks Babydoll.
"He got six years at a probation revocation," says Marcus. "What you think is gonna happen?"
Babydoll looks ashen. "Can't we appeal?"
Marcus yelps as the needle finds a nerve. "Ain't no appeal on probation revocation. He got popped. Now he's going to state prison. The real deal. One thing you’re sitting next to a guy, next thing you know, he going to big boy prison."
Babydoll stares. Marcus's face is grim, resigned. He feels it.
Tattoo artist slaps his shoulder. "All done."
Marcus sits up and turns to show Babydoll his naked back.
From his shoulders down: a series of names and dates are inked to the tops of his shoulder blades.
The name at the bottom is red and raw.