O.G.

When you are working on a case

that you think is a wrongful conviction,

you're only on one side.

And that side is getting to the truth.

18-year-old Hae Min Lee disappeared on January 13.

Police found her half-buried body.

She had been strangled.

The suspect is Adnan Masud Syed.

I've been saying to Adnan,

"We should go to media. We should go to journalists.

'Cause they can do things we can't do."

Adnan Syed's story has captivated millions

since the launch of the podcast Serial.

It's our responsibility as investigators

to consider other suspects.

Now, Adnan Syed heads back to court

as questions about his case continue to surface.

This is a piece of evidence

that nobody even realized existed for all these years.

I might've been the last person to see him.

I'm telling you, that's what happened.

I wish I never would've talked to y'all in the first place.

This is perhaps the critical piece to the state's case.

Now, I know there are things that don't look good for me.

Full search, guys.

Man, they didn't even kill the motherfucker.

How's it going, Louis? Same old.

Hey, CO!

When we getting out of here, man?

See the playoffs last night? I did.

Bullshit, man!

The Pacers are gonna win it next year.

What Pacers?

Right there, Louis. Come on.

Shit. Hey, yo, Rocco.

Did you hear about that bullshit up at the Synd?

Yeah, I heard about it.

These Syndicate motherfuckers

and the United always beefing.

You don't know shit, Rocco!

These white motherfuckers is always

getting us like that.

You're a white nigga.

I ain't that kind of white.

You guys want to go back on?

Fuck your mama, Lenny!

Keep talking, Pete.

She gonna be taking this big old dick!

I'll send Bower down there.

Ooh, I'm scared now!

All good.

All right, Louis, you're good to go.

Hey, CO, man, come open up my door.

I'm tired of this shit.

Yeah, we must have done something wrong... it's long.

Too goddamn long, bro.

I've been reading, you know, keeping myself cool.

Yeah, that's what's up. That's what's up.

Hey, you... you know, got that brown, though?

I ain't got shit, bro.

Man, I ate the first half of that shit.

Yeah?

Where they smartass now?

Better get them eyes out and be ready.

Hey, Larry.

Larry, what's up with this wheel well, man?

It's rusted straight through, Jerry.

Well, can't you grind it down and Bondo it?

No fucking way. It's wasted.

Oh, man, that guy gonna spend a fortune.

Ray's idea, you see.

He makes 400 grand a year.

That is a fair point

And he pays five bucks a day for this top-grade work.

Hey, sir.

Uh, do you mind if we switch away from

that white crooner shit?

That's just about killing me.

That's Roy Orbison.

It sound like his... his pants is inched up too tight.

You... you got any Teddy Pendergrass in there?

In what? In... in my radio?

All you got to do is slide up the dial to 106.7,

let that play.

I tell you, you finish up with the Sunfire right here,

and then I'm gonna think about it.

Yes, sir. Can I ask you something?

Why's he keep calling me "sir"?

He's trying to kiss your fucking ass.

I think he is.

What, just 'cause I don't know who that

Teddy "Pundagas" is?

Pendergrass. P... Pender?

I never heard him sing. I don't know the guy.

You want to hear some? Yeah, I want to hear some.

You sure? I'm sure.

Hey, Wilson, hit that.

You don't know that, Piner? No.

Tone deaf.

Brother, he needs to make your Sunfire still.

You got the easy job.

Backing plates, discs,

grinder wrench for five-inch grinder,

angle grinder.

What about the grinder wrench?

I just gave it to you.

Oh, I didn't hear you, man.

Snatch them bolts out your ears, dude.

Make sure you speak up for young UN.

Slide hammer.

I call heaven and earth to witness against you today

that I have set before you life and death...

Blessing and curse.

Therefore, choose life that you and your offspring may live.

Hey, Petey.

You got my three for the third quarter last night?

Man, Warriors tanked that shit, Louis.

That's why you owe.

I'll put it on your card.

Yeah, the spread five for the first quarter tomorrow.

You want it?

Against Curry? Mm-hmm.

I'll take the spread. Hmm, all right.

For my offspring...

Hey, Louis. How's it going, man?

Still got that dog walking you, huh?

Five-one-five-six. Escort one, offender Beecher...

What can I do for you, Menkins?

Uh, I got a parole officer coming.

I want to make sure he's on the visitor's list.

When's he supposed to be coming?

Sometime next week.

Okay, it looks like I've got here Pinkins.

Yeah, that should be about it.

Finally getting out of here, huh?

Anything else?

I'm good. Uh, thank you, Miss Molly.

All right, then.

All right.

Five-one, I've released offender Menkins back to...

Yo, what's up, man?

What's going on down there?

Fuck my shit up, bro.

Ralph, come open up my cell, man.

Hang on, I'm coming. This is bullshit, man.

Hey, knucklehead.

I want to do the first thing you want, man.

You going to chow, Menkins?

Not for no meatballs.

Your call. I know it is.

Five-one-one-six, chow line...

Oh, slow. Baby bro.

Please add credit to you prepaid telephone card.

Whoo-whoo. Shit.

Ah!

Louis, the ball, let's go. Game on.

You know you got that old same old dumb-ass shot.

Come on. Don't be talking about...

If you ain't got the money.

Come on, Louis, shoot the damn ball.

Boo!

Damn, why you always hitting that broke-ass shot?

Same fucking shot over and over and over again.

It ain't broke. It ain't broke 'cause it's

the only motherfucking shot you ever take.

What can I say?

Uh-oh. Come on.

$2.

This is horse shit, literally.

He's right, man. Pile of horse shit.

Go ahead, Mo. Come on, man, throw the ball.

Shoot it once, come one.

$2. Who shoots like that?

Ding. Shit.

Shit ain't no fun, Louis. Rick Barry-ass shit.

Then don't play.

Boo-yah! Damn.

You worse than me.

Come with that motherfucking Texas shit.

Y'all sorry as shit.

Hey, motherfucker's getting out of here in 40 days,

and he act like his shit don't stink.

Well, I tell you what, his shit gonna stink

when he get out there after 30 years.

All right, man, all right.

He's gonna be like, "Hey, man,

where my Betamax at?"

All right, all right, all right.

How come my beeper ain't working no more?

All right, all right, man.

What up, getting nervous?

Life won't be the same without three hots and a cot.

He's scared as shit.

Hey, you ain't hear me, huh?

What's up, man? Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo...

I was just playing, man. Huh?

We cool. Better be.

We cool. Come on, come on, easy.

We cool. I know we cool.

All right, then. All right.