CAMERA FINDS MIchele “Micky”ROYAL, sitting at a scarred plastic table with TWIN—a quiet, loyal figure with a watchful presence—and MS. KIM LEE, still elegant even in grey prison sweats.
This is Mickey’s last night inside.
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MICKEY
(to Twin, steady, low)
“Twin… soon as you get out, wherever you land—Memphis , Houston, Atlanta, Carolina—it don’t matter. I got you. You been holdin’ me down these 64 months, and I don’t take that lightly. Long road… but you made it easier.”
Twin gives her the kind of nod that means loyalty’s been sealed forever.
MICKEY
(turning to Kim Lee)
“Ms. Kim… you’re out ten days after me. I’ll be waitin’ at that front gate. We’ll go straight to your daddy, and we’ll see where life takes you.”
Kim Lee studies Mickey with sharp eyes, sipping her instant coffee like it’s fine wine.
MS. KIM LEE
“You didn’t brag. You didn’t fold. In here? That’s rare. You kept your crown.”
Mickey leans back, smirk cutting across her face.
MICKEY
“My crown’s never been in question.”