I saw the time on your e-mail last night. The petition looks good. This should capture their attention. They nurse a beer over dinner, and cathartically talk about other cases. He leaves for the hotel, where he stays awake until 2 a.m. waiting for Magliocca to fax the final version.
Tucker arrives moments later.
He doesn't get far composing the letter before the fax arrives from the Supreme Court, denying Barnabei's first petition for cert. Later, Tucker describes the moment as a punch to the stomach. Tucker closes the door behind him. The conversation doesn't last long. Before the execution, I just don't think I'll be up to it.