The Second CourtCase: The Verdict

(The jury walks back into the courtroom, all eyes in their direction.)

(Greene watches them, sitting, his crutches to his side. He makes eye contact with Five, nervously. Five nods and sits down. Greene smiles, taking the nod to mean they acquitted him)

(Ms. Harrison watches them as well, cocking her eyebrow and looking at Four. Four sees her. Ms. Harrison grins, Four standing and taking his place. Ms. Harrison then looks at the judge who nervously darts his eyes from her to Greene. He knows Greene can blackmail him. He knows this could go wrong. But Ms. Harrison smiles, nodding, the judge taking a breath.)

(There is a silence)

(Four hands his verdict to bailiff and from him it goes to the judge. The judge reads it and then places it down)

Judge: Will the defendant please rise?

(Greene does so, breathing. Trying not to panic)

Judge: On the count of disturbing the peace and performing a crime against humanity how do you find Charlie "Cheryl" Greene?

Four: We find the defendant not guilty. (Charlie gasps clutching his chest)

Judge: Thank you, jurors for your time. (Pause, the jurors beginning to be escorted out) Mr. Greene. (Charlie looks at him smiling) Though the jury finds you not guilty it is this court's decision to find instead that you are not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect. (Charlie cocks his eyebrow. Twelve stops walking) Therefore, you are to spend a year in Sanford Mental Hospital-

Charlie: Wait-

Judge: In which you will be treated for Transsexuality and homosexuality. This court is adjourned. (He bangs the gavel)

Charlie: What?

Twelve: Oh my god.

Charlie: You son of a bitch, I'm innocent! The jury proved it!

Judge: These guards shall escort you out.

Charlie: No! (The guards grab him) No! I'm not crazy! I am a man, you hear me? Let go of me! I can prove that they set this up! I have it on tape! No! (Ms. Harrison stands, grinning, leaving the courtroom. Charlie's distant screams are heard, Judge removing his glasses and placing his face in his hands. Twelve walks over to him)

Twelve: Why? (Judge looks up. Twelve is on the brink of tears) How could you do this? They'll kill him in there.

(Judge knows he's right)

Judge: Bailiff, escort this Juror back to his room. This court is adjourned, the final decision has been made.

Twelve: But-

Judge: Young man, it is done. (Twelve is taken away, looking worriedly at Judge. He takes a breath before rising and going to his chambers)

(Four stands outside, hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. Ms. Harrison spots him, walking over)

Lawyer: Hey. (He turns to her) Good job in there. (Hands him a wad of cash making it look like a handshake. He looks her up and down, counting it) Don't worry. All of it's there. (He nods)

Four: Thank you.

Lawyer: Thank you.

Four: So what happens now?

Lawyer: They take her to the madhouse.

Four: And?

Lawyer: That's it. Force-fed pills, and hopefully she turns back around. Besides, no one will believe the word of a crazy woman. (Robert nods) C'mon. You look like you could use a drink.

Four: You don't even know. (He smiles, spitting out the cigarette and walking down the steps with her, the judge pouring himself a drink in his chambers, the jurors leaving, Charlie screaming and being forced into the back of an ambulance, Twelve the only one left with the truth)

(But not too far away, maybe a hundred, two hundred miles, a man sits on his porch. A familiar man. And older man sits on his old porch, the nighttime covering his house and all of his land. His name is Roger Coleman. He scratches his stubble, looking out at his uncut lawn, and takes another inhale of coke, closing his eyes. He planned to fall asleep that night on the porch as usual, but something awoke him. A rustling. A quiet rustling in a nearby bush.)

(Rober opens his eyes. He hears it again. At this he grabs his shotgun, which is always next to him, and stands, pointing the gun at the bush)

Roger: Who's out there? (Silence) Show yourself!

(And through the silence, the pause of the rustling, Roger is shot. Once, twice, three times in the chest. He drops the gun, grabbing his chest. They hit no vital organs, but he bleeds, his mouth opens and blood dropping out of it. The culprit runs, hopping into a van Roger probably didn't notice because of his drug habit)

(But he collapses, grabbing his chest, dying, slowly dying, the choking on his blood, the blood mixing in with the crevasses of the floorboards beneath him, the van driving off and Greene kicking and screaming as he is tied down in the ambulance)

Thus begins The Final CourtCase.

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