JAKE
the fella tried to shoot me in the back.
EMMETT
…And you had to kill him?
JAKE
No, no, no! I winged him, and he dropped his gun.
EMMETT
You’re in here for winging a guy?
Paden watches, fascinated.
JAKE
Well, no, not exactly. See then his friend opened up on me.
EMMETT
What friend is that?
JAKE
The one with the shotgun.
LANGSTON
The dead one.
There is a long moment of silence in the cellblock.
EMMETT
Jake, I’m going to ask you once — was it self-defense?
JAKE
(after a moment, quieter now)
Honest to God, Emmett, he would’ve killed me.
LANGSTON
The jury saw it differently.
PADEN
(putting it all together)
So this is the guy you’re going to hang?
LANGSTON
Tomorrow morning. Ten o’clock.
PADEN
(nods)
I was afraid of that.
Emmett steps back and leans against the opposite wall, looking down at his boots.
JAKE
Emmett, can’t you help me?
Emmett looks up at the young man. He looks sad.
EMMETT
Jake, you know the law. You know what they did to me.
Jake remembers. It makes him gloomy.