McNair

The end.

Jury didn't care.

Change of venue, denied.

Can you imagine what it'd be like for me around here if I'd gotten him acquitted?

I tried, sir. Truly, I tried.

Harvard University. Do tell.

...if Bobby Earl was a 6'4" golden-haired Caucasian...

I paid for it dearly. I've lost half my business because I defended that son of a bitch.

I said, "You'll have to plead guilty, take a 25-year hit.

You'll have some life left when you come out. "

...because I believe everybody has a right to legal counsel.

...I defended that boy pro bono...

Now, why didn't you bring in an expert to analyze his voice on the tape?

About half the people in the courtroom were on a first-name basis with that woman.

I know my job, Mr. Armstrong.

Is that what you teach your law students up there? "The truth will prevail"?

Motion to suppress a confession, denied.

Hang dog, show dog, I don't think it'd make any difference...

And he got the chair.

That jury is not gonna disregard the boy's own words.

Objection to an all-white jury, overruled. Noted for the record.

I find that a naive statement, counselor.

He sat there, day after day, looking guilty as hell.

...unless you get genetic screening or an enzyme-base analysis.

I'm gonna tell you something, worst thing in that courtroom was Bobby Earl himself.