EXT. RIVERSIDE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY (WOMEN’S PRISON)

Stodgy brick building. Barbwire lines the perimeter.

INT. LOBBY, WOMEN’S PRISON

Kate’s at the counter. The beefy GUARD processes paperwork.

GUARD: Oof. Good luck with that nutjob. Been in solitary the last month.

KATE: I don’t need the play-by-play, Merrill.

GUARD: Let’s just say she wouldn’t win Miss Congeniality.

KATE: Who gives a shit? Neither would I.

VISITOR’S ROOM.

Kate sits behind the glass divider, anxious. She fishes a flask out of her purse and takes a quick swig. Just then, Sheila swaggers in, her hair all nappy, her eyes laced with malice. She takes a seat on the other side of the divider.

SHEILA: Who the fuck is you?

KATE: Your savior, bitch. Think Jesus with a nice rack.

SHEILA: Whatchoo, lawyer or somethin’?

KATE: Fuck no! Look like a lawyer to you?

SHEILA (studies her): Yeah. Mine was a white trash piece of shit, too.

KATE: Here’s the thing about trash- it’s colorblind. Yep, can’t fly jets.

SHEILA: I’ll cut you, bitch.

KATE: Yeah? Well, guess what? My knife’s bigger.

SHEILA: You lucky you on the other side a’ this glass.

KATE: I ain’t the scumbag that robbed the Link.

SHEILA: Aw, man, that’s bullshit! Asshole done set me up. Didn’t get a fair trial or nothin.’

KATE: I know.

SHEILA: Then spring my ass loose, bitch!

KATE: That’s the problem with you ‘vics- you don’t know nothing’s free.

SHEILA: You right- shit ain’t free. Whatchoo gonna do for me?

KATE: Let’s just say I happen to know the best defense attorney in the state.

SHEILA: Yeah? You fucking him?

KATE (taken aback): When I’m in the mood. How’dya know?

SHEILA: I’m jawn, bitch.

KATE: Not only can he get your ass out, he can get your shit expunged- so you can actually have a life when you get outta here.

SHEILA: System all fucked up. Can’t get no job, ‘partment. Fuckin’ white man-

KATE: Can it, Rosa Parks. Whaddya know about the Link? No bullshit.

SHEILA: Awright, look. This guy name Eddie set it all up- short dude, big dick. I been to his house, I know where the nigga lives.

KATE: Address?

SHEILA: I ain’t Mapquest, bitch.

KATE: Mapquest? Damn, four years is a long time.

SHEILA: I don’t know the name a’ the street or nothin’, but I know where it is. Get me out, I show ya.

KATE: Yeah, okay. Think I was born yesterday?

SHEILA: Hell, no! You old as fuck.

KATE: Yeah? When’s the last time you got carded? 1982?

SHEILA: Man, fuck you! I’m almost out, I don’t need this shit.

Kate thinks… realizes she’s out of options. Sighs.

KATE: Better not fuck me over.

SHEILA: I was thinkin’ the same damn thing.

KATE: Try anything, I’ll shoot your ass.

SHEILA: Talk a lotta shit for a white girl. You from here, ain’tcha?

KATE: I’m jawn, bitch.

SHEILA: (a beat) Awright, then.