MollyCeltic

Typewriter font- California 1995 1:00AM on a black screen. Fades out to a BLANK SCREEN ONLY SOUND IS CLOCK TICKING "MARCIA" A curly haired man with an athletic build in a scruffy suit with the top buttons undone and a faint stain on his white sirt. Is sat at his incredibly messy desk with piles of papers and empty fast food containers smoking a cigarette surrounded by papers and documents the office is dark and messy. The walls are grey and the overall feel of the room is very drab and depressing, which the fmily photos upon the desk juxtapose. Marcia has heavy bags under his eyes and messy hair sticking up everywhere. He leans back in his chair sighing, he quickly becomes frustrated with the thought of the trial and it's fustrations which we see through his body language and facial expresions being very slouched over and having little expression in his face. He stands and throws the desks contents to the ground in a fit of fustration. He stands breathing heavily looking...

   He Rubs his hands together and returns to the task. After sifting through some papers and files he picks up a file marked 'glove' he shakes his head and lets out an exasberated sigh before standing and opening the file which is full of reports about the finding of the glove and why it may have been viable evidence.  He flicks through various photos and When he turns to the image of the glove we are met with a montage of the glove being presented in court and OJ trying it on in court Back in his office he scoffs while closing the file and throwing the file onto the desk with litte care. He goes behind the desk and produces a half empty bottle of vodka which he's clealy been making his way through and a glass, while poring the glass he says in a passive aggressive tone with a humourless laaugh, "If the glove doesn't fit you must acquit" He fills the glass and drinks it in one go, he makes a grimace and pours another glass he takes a small swig before sitting ...