Marcus and Babydoll follow the guard down the long florescent lit corridor. The guard unlocks the holding room and they enter.
KYLE PETERSON, 24, scrawny white supremacist redneck in prison jumpsuit, tries to jump out of his seat, but he’s cuffed to the table. His eyes bug out.
Kyle's face, neck, ears, arms are covered with white supremacist tattoos.
Babydoll stands back while Marcus gets right up next to him.
Kyle spits it out: "No one said you were --"
"Racially challenged?" says Marcus, deadpanning.
Kyle looks like he's going to be sick. "I ain't so desperate I gon let a couple n***** represent me in court. I rather go back to prison. Guards! I'm done. I don't want no lawyer no more. I'm gonna go back. What is this, Gorilla Court in Africa?"
Babydoll, standing, arms folded, a hard look on her face, is having none of this nonsense. "Who is in charge of you? Where are the people who run you? Who taught you this? Who allowed you to do this? You saw this somewhere. This has been demonstrated for you. This has been excused for you at some point. Where is your family?"
Kyle is sulky and stone-faced. "My family is in prison."
"They give birth to you in prison?" says Marcus.
"Might as well have."
Marcus is relaxed. Unphased by any of this. "So you really rather go back to prison than have a Black lawyer huh."
"Same thing." Kyle has a Southern accent as thick as yellow-jackets stuck to a Coca-Cola on a July day.
"Where’d you meet your girlfriend?" asks Marcus.
"Cage fighting ring."
"You fought her?"
"She was watchin'."
"Did you try to get a job when you were released from prison?"
Kyle's face, covered with prison tats, tells us all we need to know about that. Hopeless expression.
"Never mind. Next question. What involvement did your -- girlfriend? Have in this?"
"Was her idea."
"The pictures. All of it."
Marcus flips through the pages of the file. "You accrued sixty-eight offenses during your time."
"Anyone going in gonna get offenses."
"What’d you go in for?"
"Stole some bike parts," says Kyle. Suddenly he remembers his stance and adds, "We're gonna get America back, just you watch."
"You are a white man - in America - but you think we are a threat to you. Shit bro you make me laugh." Marcus actually laughs out loud, deep, from his belly.
"Race is my religion."
"Guess that make me a atheist."
"How do I get a white lawyer?"
Babydoll is not having any of this. "You go on down to Yelp and look up 'white lawyers' and you find you one you can afford."
Marcus is warming up now. "You could do that. But first you should know I'd feel honored to represent you. Cuz when it boils down to it, your freedom is worth more to you than your bigotry. I know it is. You ain't no fool, I can tell. I mean you survived Baldwin state prison. If you want excellent representation, you need me. And if I want to become a better attorney, I need you."
Kyle's face -- covered with the most hateful tattoos -- as he considers this ...