"Court will resume in one minute," the court officer said loudly.

Gus turned to his friends, panicked. "What-what do I do? I don't have a lawyer!"

"You technically don't need one," Gretchen told him. "You are allowed to represent yourself, if you choose to."

"I can?"

"Well, yes," Gretchen nodded. "But…there's only a 3% success rate for the individuals who do that."

"3%?" he exclaimed. "I'm doomed!"

"Just show the judge the tape, Gus," T.J. said. "And you'll be fine. That's picture perfect proof that you're innocent. There's no way they could charge you after seeing it."

"Court is back in session," the judge said, stepping back up to her stand. "Where is the defendant's lawyer?"

"He's, er…done," Gus said shakily, turning back around. "I'm going to be representing myself from now on."

The judge raised an eyebrow. "Does the prosecution have any objections to this?"

"Nope," the prosecutor said, looking rather pleased.

"You do know the saying, Mr. Griswald," the judge said. "That the man who represents himself has a fool for a client?"

"Um, no, your honor, I'm afraid I haven't heard it."

"Well, that's no matter," she said. "We will no resume the trial. Will the-"

"Excuse me, your honor," Gus said nervously, standing slowly. "I've-I've recently come to possess some new evidence that-"

"Objection," the prosecutor said at once. "The prosecution had no notice of this new evidence and has not had a chance to-"

"I haven't seen it either," Gus said quickly. "It was just delivered to me a minute ago."

"Has this evidence been processed by police?" the judge asked.

"I-no," Gus said. "It was not recovered at the crime scene. But if-"

"Counselors, approach," the judge said.

The prosecutor stepped towards the judge's seat.

"That means you too now, Griswald."

"Oh, sorry," Gus said, hurrying over.

"Your honor," the prosecutor said. "This evidence is simply not permissible. My office and I are supposed to be given a copy of every shred of evidence that is produced in this case and-"

"Relax, Margaret," the judge told her. "The boy's just told you that he hasn't had a chance to review this evidence either. Now, what I would like to know, Mr. Griswald, is exactly what this evidence is."

Gus held out the tape. "This tape shows that I wasn't the one who killed the four students."

"How do we know he didn't just use some fancy technology to alter that tape?" the prosecutor exclaimed.

"Mr. Griswald, where did you get this tape?" the judge asked.

"It was…given to me," Gus said carefully.

"By who?"

"By…some kids I go to school with," Gus admitted lamely. "But they wouldn't have altered anything!"

"How convenient," Margaret snapped. "Your honor, I move to have this tape thrown out on the grounds that-"

"Enough," the judge said, holding up her hand. "Now, in light of this new information, I am going to dismiss the court until tomorrow afternoon. During this time I will submit this tape to the police department's technological analysis team to determine if it has been altered in anyway. After, I will view it to assess its significance in this case. Are we all at an agreement?"

Gus and the prosecutor (though rather reluctantly) both nodded.

"Good," the judge said. "Jurors are dismissed until tomorrow, and they are reminded that they are not do discuss the case with anyone. Mr. Griswald will be escorted back to jail and-"

"He still has to go back?" T.J. exclaimed, standing up. "But just watch that tape and you'll see he's innocent!"

"Bailiff, have this man removed," the judge said boredly.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving," T.J. said as the bailiff approached him.

"Don't worry about me, T.J.," Gus said as T.J. turned to leave. "I'm going to be just fine."