- Call your next witness, Mr. Stone.
- The People call Keo Vincent.
- Do you solemnly swear that the testimony you're about
to give will be the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth so help you God?
- Do I got a choice?
- I'll take that as a yes.
- Morning, Keo.
I'd like to call your attention to the afternoon of July 11th.
Were you in the Englewood neighborhood that day?
- Could be. - Specifically at the home
of your cousin, a boy named Andre Williams?
- Andre said I was there?
- Just answer the question.
- I don't remember.
- But you do remember changing into some of Andre's clothes
around that time, right?
- What kind of clothes?
- It was a black polo shirt, some blue jeans.
- [chuckles] He's littler than me.
We don't even wear the same size.
- But you do remember being there now?
- Can't say for sure.
- And speaking with your uncle, Ernest Williams.
- If I was there and he was there, then yeah,
I would've talked to him.
- Maybe you remember that Andre gave you something.
He gave you a--
It was a bag.
Just a small, brown bag with something heavy in it.
- I gotta answer all these questions?
- Do your best.
- I don't know nothing about any brown bag.
- Judge, I'd like to show the witness
what's being offered as People's Exhibit 1.
- All right.
- You ever seen that particular gun before?
- No.
- Fair enough.
Can defense counsel have an opportunity to see
this exhibit?
Actually,
Keo, you wanna make sure that thing's not loaded?
[chamber clicks]
- Chamber's clear.
- And what about the magazine?
- Clip's empty, too.
- Can I see the gun, please?
- Now, the magazine release on this gun--
it's inoperable.
But you knew that because this is your gun.
That's why you had to smack the handle a few times
to get the mag to release.
Just like you did four months ago
when you loaded this same gun,
jumped on your bike, and rode to the corner
of 68th Street and Marshfield Avenue
where you opened fire on a group of gang rivals,
killing a ten-year-old girl in the process.
- Man, you making all this up.
Coming at me about some nonsense
about some button that don't work.
That means I drill somebody?
You know what? I'm out of here.
- The People move to dismiss all charges
against Chris Stackhouse. - Granted.
- Arrest this man for the murder of Lara Haley.
- Let me go. - Hands behind your back!
- Let me go!
[groaning] Let me go, man!
Let me go, man. - Stay down.
- I didn't do nothing to that girl.
- You're sure he's the one who killed our daughter?
- I am now.
Sometimes you have to make a wrong turn
before you find your way.
I'm sorry to put you through this again.
- We'll be there.
- Thank you.
- That boy was barely older than Lara was.
- [sighs]
- Don't tell me. Another ride home?
- Nope.
You're on your own now.
- Hey, Stackhouse.
- Yeah?
- Crossroads for you.
- What you mean?
- You just beat a murder rap and a bullet.
Keep doing what you're doing, sooner or later,
your luck's gonna run out.
Here. [elevator dings]
A guy I know runs a jobs training program
in Hyde Park.
Use my name. He'll hook you up.
- Maybe.
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