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You're on your own.

Yeah?

It is.

Which prison?

Okay, I'll be there.

Two hundred fifty bucks, no personal
checks. Don't talk to anybody.

We've got Patricia live out there now.

- Patricia?
- Thanks, Roger.

I'm standing outside Nasir Khan's
Jackson Heights home.

We understand this is where
the murder suspect lives...

...with his parents and brother.

- Mr. Khan!
- Mr. Khan, Mr. Khan.

Mr. Khan...

Check it out. My son's sick so my wife
couldn't make it to put money in my account.

Know what I'm saying?

So maybe you do me a solid
and front me for a few things.

I'll settle up with you
tomorrow, no doubt.

Next.

Give me six beef jerkies...

...six honey buns,
a bottle of moisturizer...

...a box of Q-tips,
some Japanese noodle cups...

...say, six...

...and that jigsaw puzzle there.

Next.

Can I please get some
instant lunch chicken noodles?

You know you just got took.
You know that, right?

Yeah.

What the fuck is wrong with you, man?

That's gonna happen every day now.

Everybody knows about that girl
you raped and killed. You do—

- I didn't rape and kill anybody.
- Did I ask you that?

What you gotta do now
is start walking like a man...

...who's not afraid
to look a man in the eye...

...only don't you look him in the eye
because you'll regret that.

You know what I'm saying?

So look and don't look someone in the eye?
How am I supposed to do that?

Like this.

Boom, boom...

...boom.

It's easy. You.

Yeah, keep going.

Stay in line.

Boom.

Okay.

And when you fuck that up
and a man wanna talk to you...

...for motherfucking
staring in their eye...

...you just be polite
and respectful...

...because respect's all's
anybody's got here.

But if they still
wanna fuck with you...

...disrespect you...

...you better stand your motherfucking
ground even if you gotta get your ass beat.

Because you start backing down in
here, you fair game and you done.

You hear me?

- Yeah.
- Good.

I'll make a proper convict of you yet.

I tell the barber, "This ain't the cut I asked for
and I ain't leaving the chair until I get it."

He says, "You want a good cut?"

Next thing I know,
he comes out with this machete.

I swear to God, I just went
all instinctual on it, you know?

I didn't realize I stabbed his ass until
police pulled the scissors out my hand.

So you were in fear for your life?

Hell, yeah.

It was like a dream.

In fact,
I ain't even sure if it was me.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

—valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Surely goodness and
mercy shall follow me.

Amen.

"And God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes...

...and there shall be no more death,
no sorrow, no pain."

My condolences.

- Who are you, again?
- John.

I'm investigating what happened.

- You're a detective?
- An officer of the court.

You all were close?

I see you've met Mr. Stone.

Did he introduce himself properly?

He's the attorney for Nasir
Khan, or was.

So whatever he wants from you right
now is to help your friend's murderer.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

I'm just offering my condolences
as a private citizen.

What are you doing here?

I'm doing what you should be doing.

I'm trying to figure
out what happened.

- I know what happened.
- I don't think so.

I don't even think you think so.

You bother any of these people again,
I won't be happy about it.

- This is family business.
- Get out of here.

- Mind your business.
- What are you doing here?

What do you mean? I'm part of the family.
What are you doing here?

Yeah, sign the papers and send the checks.
Don't fucking call me anymore.

Call me again, see what happens. All right?
Call me again.

Fucking prick.

Let me use that then.

Which side you on?

You wanna know who's who in the zoo,
who to watch out for...

...you gotta check out
those card games...

...see who got the
temper, who got the cool.

Only don't you get in
any of those games.

Because what you don't wanna wind up
is owing somebody money.

That song don't end, my nigga.

And get some meat on you, man.
Start eating, working out.

But don't just go in there
and start pumping, man.

First you gotta look around, you know?

You see who's where,
which crew got benches...

- ...because ain't no crashing that party.
- Okay.

Okay.

Now, that man right there...

- I'm not playing with this dude.
- You know who that be?

Yeah, kind of.

Charm a brother,
promising this, that and the other.

Next thing you know,
he got your ass by the throat.

With all the muscle in here,
he don't gotta do that...

...than a spider need to sweet-talk a fly.
You know what I'm saying?

Well, someone else told me
I should make a deal with him.

- Who?
- With him.

- No. Who told you that?
- Some guy.

Who the fuck guy?

I don't know his name.

He wrong.

He leading your ass down the
garden pass with that advice.

Yeah, right.

That's bullshit.

Yeah.

- Are you taking pictures?
- Me? No, I was just...

Let me see your phone.

No.

You're invading people's privacy.
You need to leave.

No, I was just...

My son.
We're trying to find a good rehab facility.

- Oh, bullshit.
- No, really.

Then call and make an appointment,
but you need to get off the block now.

All right.

I'm going.

Hey, it's a free country.

Given what's happened...

...we think it'd be best if Hasan
were to take a leave from school.

A leave?
How's he gonna keep up if he leaves?

You could hire a tutor
to come to your home.

Don't you understand?
He fought back because he was provoked.

No doubt.

But some parents have expressed concern
too about his presence in the classroom.

And we have to think
of the entire community—

No. He is on the honor roll.
He does his homework.

The police took his schoolbooks,
but he still gets A's on his tests.

Do you think I wanna do this?

Then don't.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, yeah, hang tight, okay?

All right. Hang tight. I'll be there.
I'm heading downtown.

You're welcome.

Hey, good luck with your son.

Thank you.

Lynn thought you were a reporter.

I look like a reporter?

Print, maybe. On camera, no.

- She was a patient?
- She? Like I'm a mind reader?

Yeah, like you're a mind reader.

Give me your phone.
I'll snap her file.

Give me yours. I'll put my number in.
You can shoot it in texts.

So they can trace it back to me? Nope.

Most of the ATMs around here
max out at 200...

...but the one up on 14th by the CVS
kicks out $350.

Meet me back here in an hour.

- Three hundred and fifty?
- That's right.

Don't lose that phone!

What phone?

I'm kidding.

Now, understand,
everything in here is a weapon.

And I mean everything.

Match, toothpick, thread,
ink tube from your fucking pen.

Even that.

Not even boiling neither.

It's hot enough to mix up your noodles,
your Swiss Miss or whatever.

Squirt some baby oil in it,
throw that on a dude.

Shit is like napalm.

Take your skin right off.

Where do they get the baby oil?

Commissary. Ain't that some shit?

Yo, blood. Yo.

Blood, you play Spades?
I need a partner.

That's right.

You don't wanna owe anybody. Anyway...

Here you go. From now on,
anybody else you wanna know about...

...it's a straight 100 head.
We got a shitload of celebrities this year.

- All right?
- Mm-hm.

Your Honor, when my client
was erroneously picked up...

...in last night's pro sweep...

...she was carrying a six-pack of formula
and a box of disposable diapers.

I mean, what kind of lady of the night
are we talking about here?

Are you sure the
diapers were for a baby?

They were Pampers, Your Honor,
not Grampers.

If the state has no
objection to dismissal?

No objection, Your Honor.

- See you next time.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Next.
- The People v. Daniel Evans Farkas...

Ten percent finder's fee.

"...26 of 2014."

So you got any time tonight?

I got some.

Hey. There you are.

You just saved me
from having to deal with your boss.

I'll be out in a minute.

- Let me buy you a coffee, huh?
- Yeah, okay.

She's been in there
three times the last two years...

...crashed out every time.

That's not saying
she hasn't been in other places too.

I'd check into that if I was you.

This isn't admissible.

Why not? I paid good money for it.

Of course it isn't, not without a
subpoena, so you should get one.

You should also check to see
if she's got a sheet. A rap sheet.

I know what a sheet is, but what
does it matter? She's the victim.

What, Naz isn't too?

If I was still his lawyer,
I'd at least pretend I thought so.

It's like having a nuclear arsenal.
You don't wanna use it...

...but if the other side knows you got it,
they tend to come to the table sooner.

And you can stop staring at my feet
any time you want.

I'm sorry.
It's just my father has the same condition.

- Not as bad, but—
- You know what I really resent?

Attractive, young women telling
me I remind them of their fathers.

So you want them?

- Yes.
- Cost me 500 bucks.

I prefer a money order.

Nice doing business with you.

Take those off. Change into these.

- Why?
- Because Freddy said they match your eyes.

Just do it.

What if I wanna keep this one?

Then you're an idiot.

Thanks, Marcus.

She'll text you,
and then you'll pick me up right here.

Yes, ma'am.

- Go two. Go to two.
- All right. Yeah, yeah.

Mr. Khan! Mr. Khan!

- Talk to us, please. Why are you...?
- Can you talk to us?

- When's Khan up?
- Like 10th.

Bump him to first.

I want these cameras out of here.

- Mr. Khan...
- Mr. Khan, over here.

Hello. I'm here to see Nasir Khan.

- Who's Nasir Khan?
- Yo, who wants to know, man?

- Where's my aspirin?
- Hey, what's up?

- Goddamn!
- Go on. Go sit with the guards.

I need a coffee.

Nasir, hi. Sit down.

- I'm Alison, your new attorney. I'm here to help.
- Hey.

Help me. I'm migraining
like a motherfucker here.

- To help—
- They're to get me to get me aspirin.

Okay, sir.

To help you, I need you to trust me
like you've never trusted anyone.

I need you to listen to me,
everything I say, from this moment on.

You think you can do that for me?

Yeah.

Good. One, when we go out there,
I do all the talking.

Two, do not smile, do not scowl,
do not slump.

Keep your head up.
Look straight ahead.

But don't stare at anybody.
What's funny?

- Look, but don't look anybody in the eye.
- That's right.

That ain't right. Gotta make eye contact,
show them you're not afraid.

- Was I talking to you? Go away.
- I'm just saying.

Three, circus geek is
never a winning look.

At least they didn't put you
in an orange jumpsuit.

I know.

It looks like two Subway sandwiches.

Go up.

Next.

What are you doing here?

Just getting a feel for
what's coming, John.

- You?
- You know, I live here.

The People v. Nasir Khan,
indictment number 4157 of 2014.

Arraign the defendant.

The grand jury of New York
has indicted you...

...for possession of a weapon,
for deadly purpose, resisting arrest...

...aggravated sexual assault,
murder in the first degree.

How do you plead?

We've got a full dance card
today, folks.

- Not guilty.
- Not guilty.

There you go.

At this point, I am filing a
copy of the indictment report...

- ...and victim disclosure statement report.
- I missed the preliminary arraignment.

I wasn't yet retained,
but I'm certainly here now.

It is my understanding when my client
was remanded at that first hearing...

...he was advised the issue of reasonable
and affordable bail would be revisited.

So that's what we're doing now.

Mr. Khan vigorously maintains
his innocence...

...and is intent on fighting these
charges until he's exonerated.

He wants to go to trial,
and so is not a flight risk.

If we instead would like to see a young man
with no criminal record turned into a criminal...

...then let's have him sit at Rikers
as long as the slow wheels of justice take.

Your Honor, it's a felony murder.
He's facing life.

There's no bail high enough to
guarantee he won't take off.

Where? Where is he gonna go?

To Pakistan, where he's never been?

To some al Qaeda training camp?
I mean, what is going on here?

There's nothing going on here.

Well, he doesn't even own a passport,
so where is he going to go?

Your Honor, I don't know
if it was media pressure...

...political pressure,
or just good old 9/11 profiling...

...but I have never seen a grand jury
dance so fast in my life...

- ...leaving me no time to properly prepare.
- Prepare for what? This isn't his trial.

You'll have plenty of time to prepare.

And it's not as if he didn't have
professional counsel before.

Excuse me? Professional counsel?
He had John Stone.

- Miss Crowe...
- Your Honor?

Not in my court.

I apologize.

Your client seems to have a
little trouble looking at me.

Look at the judge.

That's better.

Mr. Khan, I see no reason
to change your bail status.

You remain on remand,
and we're done here.

Next.

The People v. Luke Waltman,
indictment number 6244 of year 2014.

Johnny, that was uncalled for.

This is not a level
playing field here.

The victim is an
upper-class Caucasian...

...the accused a striving member...

...of one of the most reviled ethnicities
in America.

May I say something?

My client was consciously
over-indicted by a DA's office...

...eager to score fast and score big.

- And we look forward to our day in court.
- Miss Crowe.

Next time, don't interrupt me when
I'm trying to save your son's life.

Miss Crowe! Miss Crowe!

- Miss Crowe, this way. Miss Crowe!
- This way.

All right, keep it moving. Let's go.

Gate!

Unh! Fuck!

- I wanna talk to Freddy.
- He wanna talk to you?

Ask him.

Just tell your sister
to load up a Green Dot card...

...text me the account, and we good.

Any chance of an advanced taste?

Let him in.

Why the green one?

Because orange means violent felon.

It kind of predisposes the judge
in a way that's not to your advantage.

I didn't ask for it.

But you wore it, didn't you?

Don't worry about it, man. We cool.

You don't owe me nothing.

Anything else?

Why me?

That's good enough.

Why you?

Let me show you something.

Out of all of this,
what am I most proud of?

That.

Yeah, that's right.

See, most convicts...
I mean, they got any kind of paper at all...

...it's some "study in your
cell at night" GED bullshit.

See, me, I like school,
so I did it right.

I mean, life wound up taking me
where it took me, but still, right?

Have a seat.

You know what the two most popular
books in the prison library is?

The Art of War, for obvious reasons.

And The Other Side of Midnight,
for obvious reasons.

You wanna learn what it takes
to survive in here?

Read this.

The man can write about dogs and
teach you everything you need to know.

Thanks.

But I've read it.

Hey.

That's my money, all of it.

You see that big dude right there?
Victor?

I asked him once,
"Well, where's the Gaza Strip?"

You wanna know what he said?

Vegas.

And then comes this bright
little college motherfucker.

Like a care package for my brain.

That's why you.

But you still got to ask...

...or I can't help you.

Help me what?

Survive.

See, survival in here is all about
your alliances, my desert brother.

Those husky dogs knew that.

- I like it on.
- I like it off.

No, I want it— I like— I like it on.

- Okay.
- I like it on.

- Okay. Okay.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, that's it. That's it, Johnny.

That's it. That's it.

That's it. That's it.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. I need a towel.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Thank you for today, baby.

Thank you for tonight.

So don't you wanna
know what I'm in for?

I was told never to ask that.

By who?

The "be Freddy's bitch" dude again.

Fuck that nigga.

I had a niece
around the same age as your bro.

Got murdered by her fiancé.

Now, how much time he did?

Two years. Why?

Because the verdict got overturned
on appeal.

Bad instructions to the jury...

...and the county prosecutor office
didn't want to retry.

A month later, he's out.

I see this nigger in a club.

He drinking, dancing, living.

I'm like,
"No." I go home to get my whistle.

I come back to slaughter his ass.
Boom.

Miss. Caught a busboy instead.

So now my niece is dead...

...busboy's dead...

...and I'm in here...

...and that nigga's out there
like a nut-swinging applejack.

Ain't that something?

I'm sorry.

Pretty girl too.

You want to see a picture?

Okay.

Four months pregnant too.

They're fully in the right to do that.

Anyway...

If we see any more of these headlines
with his face...

And also using...

The guy's a Sikh,
and he gets beat half to death.

Offer them low murder,
and we're done with it.

What is this?
Like you've been going after yourself...

...with a sharpened
pencil or something.

- Chopstick.
- Well, I had a guy use a knitting needle once.

You could see right through it
to the ankle bone.

- You wouldn't believe what people do.
- I would.

I'm ready to jump out a window.

Yeah, I've seen that too.

So what's in the bag?
Is that your medicine or your lunch?

- What I've been using from another doctor.
- Give me.

Just level with me.

Is there any fucking hope?

Not with any of this.

And not with you
gouging yourself like that either.

First, you're gonna go to a pharmacy
and pick this up.

This is real medicine,
not Mickey Mouse Medicine.

A serious corticosteroid.

Then you're gonna go
to a medical-supply place...

...get a UV lamp, they're a little
pricey, and some UV glasses.

Then you're gonna go to a grocery store,
get some Clorox, and bathe in it.

Here's how much to use.

- Clorox bleach?
- Or keep hacking away with your chopsticks...

...until you're walking around
on your kneecaps. It's up to you.

Yo, Freddy.

Hey, Freddy, man.
We ain't got no beef.

Beef?

Who said anything about a beef?

Just looking for a
big man to spar with.

Come on, Fred.

"Come on," what? Man,
I heard you took silver in the Gloves, man.

Show me what you got, baby.

That's what I'm talking about.
I like that.

Oh, shit. For real, for real, huh?

- That's what I'm talking about.
- Come on, chill, man.

- What's up with that cell phone business?
- I got no cell phone business.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Shit, dawg.

I must have heard wrong, then.

Come on, Freddy. I told you,
I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, man.

Not one cell phone?

We'll knock five years off the max,
25 to life.

- He'll be before a parole board in 20.
- Before them for what? Murder is murder.

They'll never let him out.
Wanna talk seriously? Take life off the table.

Oh, I don't think I can do that.

Well, I won't be able to sell him on
an indeterminate sentence...

...so I guess that's it.

Murder two, no sex
assault, capped at 25.

Man one, flat 10.

- You're kidding.
- No, I'm not kidding.

High man, 20, serves 15.

Okay. We'll take our
chances with the jury.

That's it?
You expect me to negotiate against myself?

- Yes.
- Man one, flat 15.

I can try that with him.

I think you'll succeed.

Twenty milligrams. Wow.

- What?
- Nothing.

- What?
- It's just...

Not saying it's gonna happen,
but possible side effects...

- ...from taking steroids this strong...
- Like?

Like, you know, hair loss...

...explosive acne,
uncontrollable crying jags...

...shrinking balls.

On the other hand, there's an excellent
chance you'll hit 75 homers this year.

What I say in court is for the judge.
What I say to the press is for the public.

But with you, I have to be honest,
and it is not good.

Running away with a knife
from a brutal stabbing murder...

...documented with photos
that'll make a jury's heart stop...

- But I didn't do it.
- We are way past "I didn't do it," Naz.

Here's what time it is.

If you are convicted, which you likely will be,
you will spend the rest of your life in a cage...

...waking up every morning
wishing you were dead, unless...

Unless?

Unless I can somehow
convince the DA's office...

...and it is a long shot,
to accept a plea of manslaughter...

...with a max sentence
of, say, 15 years.

But I'm not gonna fight for you on this
unless you can say, "Yes, I accept that.

It's better than the alternative."
And, Nasir, believe me, it is.

Can I think about it?

Of course.

But when we go before the judge,
it has to be yes or nothing at all.

You understand?

- Where's your associate?
- My what?

- The one who met with my parents.
- Oh.

She's just...

She's in court. Why?

They liked her.

My parents.

What'd she say?

She said he's going to say he did it.

What?

She told him to say it.

So here's my question.

When's the DA gonna grow a pair
and actually take a killer to trial?

You think it was up to me?

I have a boss who has a boss
who has a boss.

How does it work with you?

- You're so predictable.
- And you're not?

Give me the Saints in the under.

Why don't you just flush it
down the toilet, John?

The Saints couldn't beat Cooley High.

You wanna bet?

Funny, man.

- Hey, heard about your kid.
- What, my son?

- He was there.
- No, your kid, your killer.

He had her blood on his clothes.
He had the murder weapon on him.

- That.
- Tried to escape police custody.

- Listen, I respect the DA...
- What'd you hear?

The deal.
Man, 15 for that?

Gift from the gods.
I assume you took it.

Jack and soda.

Oh, hey, John.

Heard about your kid.
What a gift from the gods.

Small money's gonna tell you,
"Take the plea."

I gotta say, man,
the dude who killed my niece...

...he took his chances with the trial.
Next thing, he's walking free.

Now, understood,
that's like a freak of justice or whatever...

...but if he took what they offered,
he'd be upstate right now...

...and I'd be bringing fresh flowers
to my niece's grave.

What was her name?

No.

I can't even bring myself
to say it no more, you know?

- You understand what's gonna happen there?
- Yes.

And you're ready to do it?

Yes.

I didn't like the sound of that "yes."
Try again.

Yes.

Guard?

Don't move.

Put it down.

Okay, I need you to do something for me.

Officer, I'm here to see the defendant.

Hi. I'm Chandra.

I'm working with Miss Crowe.

- You okay?
- Not really.

- You know what's going on here?
- I do.

And I know it's tough,
but it's a good deal.

You think I'm doing the right thing
to accept it?

Yes.

Why would they accept it
if it's good for me?

Trials cost a lot of money.

If they can reasonably avoid
it, they will.

It happens every day.

Thank you.

For?

For just talking to
me like I'm a person.

What would you do?

She told me to come in here
and talk some sense into you...

...but if I were you,
I would ask myself one question:

Did I kill her?

If the answer is yes...

...take the deal.

If it's no...

...don't.

Hey, unless you fuck it up in there,
15 years is 12 years.

Twelve years, you still have a chance
of walking out a human being.

Any more than that, no.

You'll be 35 when you get out,
and you'll still have a life.

Take the deal.

- It says that I killed her.
- No, it doesn't.

It says you don't trust 12 idiots on a
jury to get it right, and neither do I.

You wanna play roulette?
Go to Atlantic City where the odds are better.

My parents will never know
I didn't do it for sure.

They don't know that now.

Naz...

...I'd kill to be 35 again.

Take the deal.

All rise.

All right.

I understand that in an
exchange for a plea of guilty...

...the people are offering to
downgrade the charge of murder one...

...to manslaughter one
with a sentence of 15 years.

Is that your understanding of the agreement,
Miss Crowe?

It is, Your Honor.

- Mr. Khan, is that your understanding?
- Yes.

All right.

You're gonna be asked a series of
questions by the district attorney.

If at any time you don't understand
what's being asked of you...

...or you have any need
for clarification...

...feel free to interrupt
and ask any question, okay?

- Okay.
- Defendant, please rise.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear or affirm
to tell the truth, the whole truth...

- ...and nothing but the truth?
- I do.

Have you spoken with your lawyer
before making this application?

Yes.

Have you taken any drugs or alcohol
or anything else...

...that would affect your ability
to understand these proceedings today?

No.

Do you understand that pleading guilty
is the same as going to trial...

...and being convicted of manslaughter
in the first degree?

- Yes.
- You understand that by pleading guilty today...

...you are giving up your right
to cross-examination...

...or to call witnesses to testify
on your behalf in front of a jury?

Yes.

Do you understand that
by pleading guilty...

...you give up your right
to appeal to a higher court?

Yes.

Are you pleading guilty
because you are, in fact, guilty?

Yes.

In your own words, then...

...tell us what happened
on the night of October 24th.

I left my parents' house
in my father's taxi...

...to go to a party in Manhattan.

I got lost.

And Andrea got into the back of the cab,
thinking I was a real cab driver.

We drove uptown. We talked.

She gave me something, some pill.

We went back to her
place and we drank.

She gave me something else,
some powder.

We, uh...

We went up to her bedroom. We had sex.

And then?

And then...

Then I fell asleep
and woke up in the kitchen.

I went back up to the bedroom
to get my clothes and say goodbye.

Then I went to her...

...and I saw that she was dead.

I panicked. I ran.

And?

And, uh...

That's all I remember.

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

Ask him again.

You drank, took drugs...

...had sex, and...

Killed her.

No. No, I didn't.

Then what the hell
are you pleading guilty to?

Okay.

What else we got here today?

You are an idiot.
You have fucked yourself.

Right now, out there,
that prosecutor, that sweet lady...

...is sharpening her knife, and the
judge is gonna help her murder you...

...for making them go to trial.
And I feel like killing you myself.

- So quit.
- What?

What did you say?

Quit.

I should.

In fact, I do. I quit.

Gate.

My firm will continue to work
for your son's exoneration...

...but two things will change.

Nasir's primary attorney
will now be Miss Kapoor...

...and given that we're now facing
what will be a complex trial...

...I can no longer offer
you our services pro bono.

Of course, you're free to decline
and seek counsel elsewhere.

- Westside Animal.
- Yeah. I'm calling about a cat.

It's an ugly sort of orange thing.

Are you the guy with the feet?

Right. The guy with the feet.
That's me.

Yeah. I'll hold.

- Yeah, it's still here.
- It's still there?

- You want him?
- No, I don't want it.

- I'm just, you know, checking.
- Okay.

Okay? Thanks.

You stuck to your guns.

That's good.

That's rare.

Maybe you'll get lucky, and the
judge will screw up with you too.

Well, I didn't take the plea
because I didn't do it.

Yeah.

That's what he said too.

My niece's killer.

You didn't do it.

He didn't do it.

I guess don't nobody do shit, huh?

This joint is so chock-a-block
with "I didn't do it" motherfuckers...

...they falling from the rafters.

Charlene.

- What?
- My niece.

Her name was Charlene.

And this...

...this is for her.

Fuck! Fuck!

Who was it?

I don't know. It was dark.

I asked you a question.

I answered it.

Say the words for me, Nasir.

I need your help.