Desperate Hours

( Engine roaring )

( whirring )

( door closes )

( faint whirring )

- Good morning, Nancy.

- Good morning.

( Voices murmuring )

Guard:

Man walking.

( Rattling )

Put your left hand

on top of your head.

Now the other one.

Guard:

We're at the gate.

In the three years

since my client's incarceration...

For the record, a 12-year sentence

for manslaughter during a bank robbery.

In the three years since

Michael Bosworth's incarceration,

he's completed the Johns Hopkins

Creative Writing Workshop.

In addition,

I present the court

two letters of character reference

from nationally known authors.

And I'll produce transcripts from

the mothers

of two men he shot down

in the past.

Nancy:
I'll also point out

that Michael Bosworth's I. Q

has been measured above 130.

Prosecutor:

The prosecution concedes

that Michael Bosworth

is very intelligent

but we also know that he

always reverts to violence.

The charge before the court

is attempted murder.

It defies all reason

that Michael Bosworth

would jeopardize

a flawless prison record

by attacking a guard over...

( bangs )

I'm not a case history.

( Gavel thumps )

The defendant will speak

only when spoken to.

- I don't need...

- ( Bangs )

Bailiff, sit this man down!

I don't need a rich girl's

self-serving charity!

I'm just pro bono busy work

for her rich daddy's law firm!

Judge:

Bailiff, sit the man down!

I want to go pro per!

I demand to represent myself!

My life is in jeopardy

from every guard in that prison.

- And Nancy Breyers' defense...

- ( Gavel bangs )

is trivial, unsuitable,

weak, and defeatist!

Mr. Bosworth, if necessary,

I will have you gagged and bound.

Ms. Breyers has represented you

diligently these past weeks.

You are fighting for your life.

You may not go pro per.

Your Honor, may I be permitted to confer

with my client in private?

I've got nothing to say to you.

Permission granted.

I have nothing to say to you.

Man walking!

- I'm gonna grab a sandwich.

- You got it.

Stand right here.

Ma'am.

Hold it right there, lady.

You stay here.

Mr. Bosworth, I am trying desperately

to think what more I can do

to convince you of my

competence in your defense.

Please, I've worked

very hard to help you.

Please,

I've... worked very hard.

( Sniffles )

Relax, cowboy.

Hook him up. Hook him up.

You better do what he says.

Please put your hands behind your back.

( Chair rattles )

Son of a...

God damn it!

( Cracks )

- ( gasps )

- Let's go!

Whatever I do,

it's only because I need you.

- Say you need me.

- I need you.

- I want you to act scared of me.

- I am scared of you.

( Guard grunts )

- I knew something would go wrong!

- Driver:
You got no faith, Albert.

Nancy! Hi!

I thought you were supposed

to be in court this morning.

- Nancy:
Gotta keep going.

- Oof!

Hey... I'll wait for you...

open your eyes and look at me!

I'll wait for you.

I'll wait for you

as long as it takes.

Woman:

Nancy! Nancy!

My brother knows what he's doing.

Open the door! Open the door!

- Where's the lawyer?

- Get outta here. Move!

Nancy, are you okay?

( Dog barks )

- Daddy!

- Hey, Zack!

Hiya, kid.

How you doing? Okay?

- Okay.

- Ls your mom in?

Yeah, come see Mommy.

Come on.

Hey, Mom! Look!

Hey, Mom! Look! it's Daddy!

Zack, what are you doing in shorts?

It's almost winter.

- Go up and get changed.

- Hi.

You're not supposed to be here

till this afternoon.

Hello.

Hey.

Daughter:
I'm surprised you guys

are talking to each other.

Yeah.

I love your hair like that.

It's beautiful when you

wear it that way.

- Oh, come on.

- I'm late.

All right.

Mom, Kyle will be driving me

to riding class after school, okay?

- Okay.

- ( Playing classical music )

if it makes you feel any better,

she's a lot harder on me

when we're alone.

Hey, come here,

I want to talk...

( music resumes )

She's still going out with Kyle?

Nora?

( Sighs )

I never liked that kid.

Kids his age are supposed

to be cocky, full of life.

You know what I mean?

Trouble is with Kyle,

he thinks too much.

Nora:
We can't all be full

of surprises like you.

Kyle's reliable.

If she marries someone like him

she won't have to worry about him

running off with some female

half his age.

- Of course, I'm only quoting.

- That is not fair, Nora.

Okay, so Karen is 24 years old.

So what?

"Fair"?

Ls that what you still think

life has to be, Tim... fair?

Jesus Christ.

When are you gonna grow up?

Well, I am trying.

Look, I came to tell you

that Karen is over.

- I've broken up with her.

- Poor baby.

Abandoned at her tender age.

The truth is, Nora, I came this morning

hoping to talk with you.

What are we doing?

Wrestling?

You always make sure you're

not here when I pick up Zack.

Nora:
We have nothing more

to say to each other.

If you want to talk to me, talk,

and then leave me alone.

They're at it again.

Go put on your pants, okay?

Do you need any money,

anything you and the kids need?

- Nora:
Please, Tim, not that!

- Well, what do you want?

What I have always wanted...

somebody that I can trust!

Somebody that I can depend on!

Not you!

I do want to tell you one thing.

I figured it out.

I took up with Karen

because she wasn't you.

Well, even dumb me

figured that one out.

Now I've broken it off with her

because she wasn't like you.

I can't believe

anything you say, Tim.

No, I don't blame you.

Are you sure you want

to sell the house?

The kids are settled here and all

the work you've put in and everything.

Okay, I'm sorry.

( Sighs )

Too many bad memories, huh?

And good ones.

Ditto.

One thing you've

gotta believe, Nora...

I never wanted to hurt you.

Well, you struck out there.

Hey, Zack!

Come on, let's go!

Nora:

Zack?

Tim:
Hey, there's a brontosaurus

in the pool!

Zack:
No way, they've been extinct

for more than a million years.

Hey...

how about a kiss?

Now, listen, don't forget

to tell your English teacher

the difference

between "lie" and "lay."

Mom, she'll flunk me

for being a smart-ass.

I doubt it.

Don't I get a kiss?

Just a friendly kiss?

- Nora:
Bye.

- See you later.

I'll call back this afternoon.

Will you be here?

I don't think so.

I'll leave a key under the mat.

You take care now.

Nora:

You, too.

You sure?

Tim:

Sorry.

Tim:

See you later.

- Hey, young fella.

- Hi.

- You wanna drive?

- Yeah, that'd be great!

- Okay, move over.

- Zack:
All right.

( Car door closes )

- Go on.

- Come on, Dad. Come on.

- All right, let's go.

- ( Engine starts, roars )

Mom, bye!

Bye, Mommy!

( Engine roaring )

Driver:

Now what?

What, are you gonna take

a swim?

Albert:
I don't get it.

Won't the cops be looking for the car?

So they will, Albert, so they will.

But not this one.

- Feast your eyes, boys.

- It's a Jaguar.

We're gonna steal a Jaguar?

Holy sh*t. Where'd you get the keys?

You know who God helps,

don't you, brother?

Albert:
I never even rode

in a Jaguar before.

Hey, I told you.

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