- It's just us. You and us.

- Who were you in the park with?

- I don't know names.

I just got lost.

- Where did you see the lady? - What lady?

- The female jogger was severely beaten and raped.

Every black male who was in the park last night is a suspect.

I need all of them.

- What's going on with my son?

- Your son was involved in a rape in Central Park.

- No. No, that's not possible. No. - Wait a minute. Wait a second...

- They saw you rape the lady.

- I didn't see a lady or hit anyone.

- I didn't see any lady.

- Kevin.

- I didn't see any lady.

- I wanna see my son right now. Right now.

- Whatever they said I did, I didn't. - I know.

- Nothing these boys state matches the central facts of the crime.

- All we need is for one to tie this whole thing together.

- These tapes are not as clean as the state would have you believe.

- There is injustice happening here.

- There is not one shred of evidence.

- Imagine the frenzy of these teenagers, ripping off her clothes.

- They are innocent of these crimes. - They are guilty.

"...to the count of assault, and to the count of rioting and to the count of attempted murder"

- Why are they doing us like this? - What other way they ever do us?

- I've been having these dreams. I keep hearing these footsteps.

And they're coming closer and closer.

- That's me, coming to bring you home.

- They said if I went along with it, that I could go home, and that's all I wanted.

- The police will do anything.

Lie on us. They will lock us up. They will kill us.

- This is my life.

- I don't think we should admit to something that we didn't do.

- Okay, you keep fighting.