The night Naz was arrested, he lost a lot. He lost his freedom to return home to his family, to his school, to his night job that helps pay for that school. But what he didn’t lose, and what none of us can lose, were his Constitutional rights to an attorney, to a fair and impartial trial by you, his peers, and to the presumption of his innocence beyond a reasonable doubt.
Man, these dudes in here, upstate, places I’ve been… I mean, whether they in here for selling drugs or murder, they all got one thing in common. You ask them, every last one say they innocent. But they all got that stink about them, every moron to millionaire, that lying stink. But you? You smell like innocence. You are the real deal, Naz. That makes you one of a kind.
Look, 20 years from now when you wake up in your cell, and you look at yourself in your dented tin mirror, here’s what you’re gonna see. Someone you don’t recognize, who made the wrong decision when he had the chance to save himself.
I didn’t kill her. Even if you can’t remember anything, you’d know that. You’d feel it, right? I don’t. I’m not a murderer.