1. A polished black Lincoln is driving down the freeway in mid-afternoon traffic.
I pride myself on my ability to keep my clients out of prison.
I manipulate – legally, I should stipulate - the law in order to instigate the desired outcome.
2. Defence Attorney William Connelly (new character, no reference) is facing us. He’s driving the Lincoln, hands planted firmly on the wheel. His complexion is pale; he looks exhausted, like he’s just faced off against the ultimate prosecutor in the courtroom.
I’d never had a case involving an innocent man with the desire to be found guilty.
Not until recently.
Not until Ash Williams.
3. Flashback to weeks ago. Ash Williams is behind bars, leaning against them, lips pursed, whistling; not at all fazed. Connelly looks animated, arms up in the air, unable to believe what he’s just heard.
We were at Calender Call; and in a few minutes I was due to tell the judge we were ready to go to trial.
That’s when he told me...
You want to go to prison?!
That makes no - -
4. Ash is frowning now, eyebrows furrowed. Connelly’s still aghast.
You’re my lawyer.
If you can’t do your job, I’ll find someone who can.
I am doing my - -
It’s my job to defend y - -
5. On Connelly, fuming.
You want to go to prison? I’ll get you sent to prison.
6. Cut back to the present, in prison. From our vantage point, the entire place appears to be overridden with deadites. And Ash is unleashing some major violence on a bunch of them; a prison-made blade is affixed to his stump.