We're in Carter's office.
Carter shuffles paperwork on his desk, standing. He's an old Southern lawyer, with a body beaten and decrepit from years of late nights preparing for court. Tall. Hunched shoulders. His lawyers face him like lieutenants.
"Need to get him back on the street," says Carter. "Marcus, pull the case law on resisting arrest, peaceful right to protest, all that shit. Neil, call the judge."
"A good lawyer knows the law ..." says Neil.
"And a great lawyer knows the judge. Wake him up if you have to." Carter peers over his spectacles at Babydoll. "Who is this?"
"This my new all-star trial attorney intern, Babydoll," says Marcus. "What he do?"
"Who, Da'Quan? What they're saying he did," says Carter, "is resisting arrest." The sarcasm bleeds through his voice as he says the charge.
Marcus falls back. "So they arrested him for.. resisting when they arrested him for ..."
"... resisting arrest. Right." Carter shakes his head.
"Have we reached World War Three fallout out there or are we holding steady at occupied militarized warzone?" says Neil.
Carter still can't find the papers he was looking for. "Between the protesters, the white folks who hate them, the folks who hate us keeping minorities out of prison, and the cops tryna keep a lid on all of 'em ... Cops are gonna just keep grabbing em off the street, we put em back on."
"It's the circle of fucked up life," says Marcus.
"I want y'all out there on those lines too," says Carter. "I'll let you consider that your community service."
"How that work when we here twenty- four-seven?" says Marcus.
Carter gives him that look. The kind of looks your dad gives you. "More people in the community you know, the more jurors you'll know."
"How we be here clearing cases ... and out there protesting?"
"More jurors you know, the better chance your client has to not get convicted."
"Can I be reading law books and hold protest signs at the same time?"
"Y'all ain't got time to be out there on the protest line, ain't got time to sit in the stands at the high school football game, ain't got time for church, you ain't got time for trial lawyerin'."
"Sit in church?" says Louis. "That's a violation of separation of church and state. I'm Jewish!"
Carter finds his paper and holds it up. "Georgia jury's gonna just love that. See you Sunday. Front row."