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We're gonna lose this case, Carl Lee.
There are no points of law to argue here. I wanna cop a plea.
Maybe Buckley will cop us... a second-degree ***
and we can get you just life in prison. Jake, I-- I can't do no life in prison.
You gotta get me off. Man, if it was you on trial--
It's not me. We're not the same, Carl Lee.
The jury has to identify with the defendant.
They see you, they see a yard worker. They see me, they see an attorney.
I live in town. You live on the hill.
Oh, you white and I'm black. See, Jake?
You think just like them. That's why I picked you.
You're one of them, don't you see? You think you ain't,
because you eat in Claude's... ...and you're out there trying to get me off
on TV, talking about black and white.
But the fact is... ...you're just like all the rest of them.
When you look at me, you don't see a man.
You see a black man. Carl Lee, I am your friend.
We ain't no friends, Jake. We're on different sides of the line.
I ain't never seen you in my part of town. I bet you don't even know where I live.
Our daughters, Jake, they ain't never gonna play together.
Now, what are you talking about? America is a war...
...and you are on the other side. How a black man
ever gonna get a fair trial... ...with the enemy on the bench
and the jury box? My life in white hands.
You, Jake. That's how.
You my secret weapon because you're one of the bad guys.
You don't mean to be, but you are. It's how you was raised.
***, ***, black, African-American. No matter how you see me...
...you see me as different. You see me like that jury sees me.
You are them. Now, throw out your points of law, Jake.
If you was on that jury... ...what would it take
to convince you to set me free? That's how you'll save my ***.
That's how you'll save us both.