You meet your client

A few minutes later your client is led in. He's a handsome but sulky young man, who nods to his father in the gallery and slumps into a seat beside you.

"I'm..." you start to introduce yourself.

"My lawyer," he interrupts. "The one who is going to get me out of here. This is fucking bullshit. Why don't I have some high priced mouthpiece instead of some big-titted bimbo? For fuck sakes."

"This is a bail hearing," you tell him, trying to suppress your irritation. "I'm good at these. Just stay calm and look responsible. This isn't the time for you to start acting bratty."

"Fuck you bitch!" he hisses. "I screw cunts like you twice before breakfast to warm up for some real pussy. You got a daughter? She might be worth poking. At least her cunt might be tight, and not loose and saggy like yours probably is."

You stare at him, not believing what you're hearing, and uncertain how to respond. Before you can say anything Jeff Ryan leans over the gallery railing and slaps his son across the back of the head. Before Tommy can do more than turn around his father growls at him like an angry bear.

"Shut your fucking mouth you little turd. Do what she tells you and mind your fucking manners. Don't fuck this up." The last sentence might have been said to his son but you have no doubt that you're included in it. Tommy turns and sits up straighter, his face tight and angry.

You glance across the courtroom and see the prosecutor smirking, obviously having witnessed the exchange. You keep your face neutral, trying not to show the irritation you feel as the bailiff announces the arrival of Judge Melman.