She doesn't sound that positive. There's so much garbage going through that courtroom, she thinks that anybody in there is going to have a stink on him.
She said she's going to put me on the stand. Give me a chance to tell my side of the story
That's good. You need to tell them that....
You believe that, don't you?
I'm just going to tell the truth, that I didn't do anything wrong.
I never made the football team, But I thought- I dreamed you would. I even thought about getting mad at you for staying out too late- there you were lying on the bed in those disposable diapers- I wanted the real diapers but your mother insisted on the kind you didn't have to wash, just throw away. I never thought of seeing you- you know- seeing you in a place like this. It just never came to me that you'd be in any kind of trouble . . . .
Mr.Harmon: When you were first born, I would lie up in the bed thinking about scenes of your life. You playing football. You going off to college. I used to think of you going Morehouse and doing the same things I did when I was there.
Mr. Harmon: She's struggling. It's hard on all of us. I know it's hard on you.
Steve: How's mom doing ?
Mr. Harmon: Steve. It's going to be all right, son. It's going to be all right. You're going to be home again and it's going to be all right.