A LAWYER stands next to a shelf with books. The books are very wide. They have eaten too many words.

LAWYER:
𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳? 𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵
𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘔𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘮𝘢? 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦!

The lawyer opens a briefcase. It's full of lemons, the justice fruit only lawyers may touch.

LAWYER (CONT'D):
𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱. 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴.

Words scroll across the bottom of the screen. These are cases the lawyer takes:
𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗘𝗦, 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡, 𝗦𝗨𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡, 𝗗𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗧, 𝗙𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦.

LAWYER (CONT'D):
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 35 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯.

We see the Bill of Rights. It's in love. The lawyer will break its heart. There's nothing we can do.

LAWYER (CONT'D):
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

The lawyer opens up the jacket of his first suit. Millions of gavels pour out. His promise has worth.

LAWYER (CONT'D):
𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯.

We see his past clients: a tornado, a tornado, a tornado.

LAWYER (CONT'D):
𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦.

The phone digits appear. It's your social security number.