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