September 13.

  He was returning to filming with something else in mind. The st few ses had left the actors exhausted. John Grisham, who sidered Mississippi his most important city, found this film special. It was one of those movies deeply ingrained in his activities, a part of him. A Time to Kill is perhaps the most faithful refle of John’s distent with everything right and wrong in America. His ter books were reflected in different neer articles, spoken ideas, or margins of inspiration.

  Billy pyed cards with the boys at night, exging pairs of questions. Around 11 p.m., John and Billy were drinking small shots of tequi, strong drinks in short durations.

  -I want you to be part of my publishing house; your books are fabulous, - ented Billy.

  -Tor Books? I thought they specialized in fantasy and sce fi, - said John.

  -We do, but noir and suspense novels fit well. Besides, you’re a great author. Tor Books’ tracts are fantastic. We operate uhe assumption of a nonprofit entity, and we rei everything in schorships for writers, students, or academics, - Billy expined.

  -Oh, a nonprofit bookstore. An innovative idea, - John remarked.

  Billy dow.

  -The idea is to sell books and adjust invoices. Books don’t bring in much, so reiing everything might be less favorable. But I believe a try that alloromotes literature in every household, along with a try that ences those who strive in the field, should earn a fair living. And well, you would help a lot in achieving that goal. You’re a great writer and seller, - Billy ented.

  Handling chores, each part hi a position. Billy’s position was clear: wihe guild of writers to be his future projects. Having creators of stories under his wing erhaps the most perfed symmetrical idea. For now, with the Game of Thrones series, which had expao thirteen books, when Gee R. R. Martin said he wrote every day, he wasn’t lying. In Billy’s mind, fog on the Game of Thrones books meant thousands of pages, perhaps 800,000 pages filled with characters and stories, cut short by time, order, or publication.

  -You’re also a writer, - John Grisham noted.

  -I am. I’ll publish my third book spring, - Billy replied, holding a 900-page book, which was just aension of the stories from the sed book, The War of the Five Kings, and a bit of the beginning of A Storm of Swords, which had 2,000 pages. Three books, each 900 pages, are giants ih, adding different politics, like how the story of the Greyjoys starts to unfold in the first book.

  It's impressive, but I’m referring to your ics. I’ve read some out of curiosity. They say they’re amazing, and in terms of drawing, there’s no doubt, but it’s not my type of reading, - John remarked.

  -I’ll send you my books. You’ll enjoy reading more than any other book. Unlike fantasy books, I wao extrapote different ideas, - Billy ented.

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  Se 135. Take 1.

  Jake Brigance was sittio Carl Lee. This was typical of them. The director wao shoot o take at Samuel L. Ja’s request.

  -How do you see the trial? - Carl Lee asked.

  -Not good, Carl. I’d like to say we’ll win, but it’s plicated, - Billy responded, with a plete air of sorrow, the suffering of the whole matter, the problems with the , followed by his issues at work, home, and even marital troubles.

  -I hired you because you’re the best, Jake. Don’t give me that. At this point, you have to give it your all. I hired you as my wyer because you’re part of them, you’re part of that group, you vihem, - Carl Lee ented.

  -What are you talking about? I’ve represented your entire family. I sider you my friend. I wouldn’t have taken the case! - Jake Brigance/Billy responded.

  -Please, don’t be foolish. You’re my wyer. My friend? What nonsense, Jake. You’ve eaten at my house, your daughters py with my daughters, you have a beer at the same house. Stop being hypocritical. Win the case. You win the case, - Carl Lee ented.

  -I don’t know what to tell them, - Jake remarked.

  -Just tell them what you want to hear. You’re a white man, you should know what to do, - Carl Lee ented.

  -Cut, - the director Joel Schumacher said.

  -Great job, everyone. I’m tinually amazed at how easily you slip into character, - Joel ented, satisfied. Both were great actors, expressing thousands of emotions i se. The ges, the ings and goings, were something only great actors could achieve.

  Se 137, take 1.

  Billy mentally prepares himself. When a wyer ehe courtroom and addresses a group of strangers who make up the jury, the only thing he offer is his credibility. In the mind of Jake Brigance, his argument must have the power to show his causes.

  -As a wyer, I bring you nothing but the truth. Thirty years ago, he had slept with a girl under eighteen in Texas. Does that mean he is lying now in this trial? Does it mean his professional opinion ot be trusted? Please, think of Bass as the psychiatrist, not Bass as the person. Please, let's be fair to his patient, Carl Lee Hailey. He knew nothing about the doctor's past. There was something about Bass that might i you. Something Mr. Buckley did not mentiotag the doctor. The girl he slept with was seventeen. She ter became his wife, gave him a son, and regnant again when she and her son died in a train act... Judge with your yardstick, what is the truth?

  -Obje!- excimed Buckley/Kevin Spacey. -Obje, Your Honor! This is not part of the trial record!-

  -Obje sustained. Mr. Brigance, you ot refer to faot presented as evidehe jury will disregard Mr. Brigance's st ents.- ehe Judge.

  Billy/Jake looked at no one else, he was in his zone. With a deep breath, his voice trembled, and the transpositions of emotions were visible imosphere, with a force that was not transmitted with words in the air, it was the very use of the voice, a high tone, not loud, heard by the entire room.

  -What happens then with rape? The victim has aire lifetime to digest it, try to uand it, ask questions, and worst of all, know that the rapist is still alive and may someday escape or be released. Every hour of every day the victim thinks about the rape and asks tless questions. She relives it step by step, minute by minute, and it always hurts like the first time. Perhaps the worst of all crimes is the monstrous rape of a minor. When it happens to an adult woman, she has a good idea of why it happened. An animal full of hatred, anger, and violence.

  -But a girl? A ten-year-old girl? Put yourselves in the parents' pce. Try to expin to your daughter why she has been raped. Try to expin to her why she won't be able to have childre's suppose your ten-year-old daughter has been raped and you are a Vietnam veteran, very familiar with the M-16, and you mao get hold of one of those rifles when your daughter lies in a hospital between life ah. Let's suppose the rapist is captured and that, after six days, he mao get within a couple of meters of him as he leaves the Courthouse. And he has his M-16 with him. What will he do? Mr. Buckley has told us what he would do. He would cry for his daughter, offer the other cheek, and pce his hopes in the judicial system. He would wait for justice to be doo the rapist, for him to be sent to Par and, if possible, to remain there for the rest of his life. That's what Mr. Buckley would do and he deserves admiration for being so kind, passionate, and merciful. But what would any reasoher do? What would Jake do? If he had an M-16? Blow that bastard's brains out! It was simple. It was fair.-Jake/Billy took a turn down the aisle.

  He lowered his tone.

  -Now just imagihis image, close your eyes, and please imagine a girl in the forest, beaten, bloody, with her legs open and tied to some trees, looking around. Semi-scious and halluating, she saw someone running towards her. It was her father running desperately to save her, she saw him when she needed him most. She called him through tears and he disappeared. They took him away, now she needs him as much as she did then. Now imagihat she is a white girl, and it is yirl, your child who asks you that-

  -Cut.- ented Paul Schumacher.

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  Billy could say that another movie to his list of 1995, hoped that everything would turn out well.

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