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Juror #8: Let me ask you this: Practise you really call up the boy'd shout out a thing similar that and then the whole neighborhood could hear him? I don't call back and then - he's much too vivid for that.

Juror #x: Vivid? He's a common ignorant slob. He don't even speak adept English.

Juror #xi: [who has a foreign accent] He *doesn't* speak good English.

Juror #eleven: I beg pardon...

Juror #ten: "I beg pardon?" What are you so polite about?

Juror #eleven: For the same reason you are not: it's the way I was brought upwards.

Juror #8: [after conducting an experiment to encounter if the sometime man could have reached his door in 15 seconds] Here's what I think happened: the old man heard the fight between the boy and his father a few hours earlier. Then, when he'due south lying in his bed, he heard a body hit the flooring in the boy's flat, heard the woman scream from across the street, got to his front end door as fast as he could, heard somebody racing downward the stairs and *assumed* it was the boy!

Juror #6: I call up that's possible!

Juror #3: [from the other side of the room] *"Assumed"?*

[Everyone looks at #3 as he chuckles]

Juror #3: Brother, I've seen all kinds of dishonesty in my solar day, but this footling display takes the cake. Y'all come in here with your hearts bleedin' all over the flooring nigh slum kids and injustice, you listen to some fairy tales... Of a sudden, you start gettin' through to some of these old ladies. Well, you're not getting through to me, I've had plenty.

[starts shouting]

Juror #3: What's the *matter* with y'all guys? You lot all *know* he's guilty! He'south *got* to fire! You're letting him slip through our fingers!

Juror #eight: [brow furrowing] "Sideslip through our fingers"? Are you his executioner?

Juror #3: I'm one of 'em!

Juror #8: ...Perchance you'd like to pull the switch?

Juror #3: For this kid? You bet I would!

Juror #8: [baiting him] I experience lamentable for you. What information technology must feel like to want to pull the switch! E'er since you walked into this room, you've been acting like a cocky-appointed public avenger. Yous want to run into this boy die because you *personally* want it, not considering of the facts! You're a sadist!

[#3 lunges wildly at #8, who holds his ground. Several jurors hold #3 dorsum]

Juror #3: I'll kill him! I'll - *kill him!*

Juror #8: [calmly] Y'all don't *really* hateful yous'll kill me, do you?

Juror #9: Gentlemen, that's a very sad matter... to exist nothing.

Juror #3: [to Juror #8 about the El-Train drowning out the supposed death threat] Y'all're talkin' nigh a affair of *seconds!* Nobody can be *that* accurate!

Juror #8: Well, I think testimony that can put a boy into the electric chair *should* be that accurate.

[Juror 8 has convinced everyone to change their votes to "not guilty" - except for Juror three]

Juror #seven: Well, what practise we do now?

Juror #8: [to #3] Y'all're alone.

Juror #3: I don't care whether I'm lonely or non! It's my right.

Juror #8: [nods] It'south your right.

[shell]

Juror #3: Well, what exercise you want? I say he'southward guilty.

Juror #eight: We want to hear your arguments.

Juror #3: I *gave* you my arguments!

Juror #8: We're non convinced. We want to hear them again. We take as much time every bit it takes.

Juror #3: [some other pause, seething with anger] Everything - *every single thing* that took place in that courtroom, simply I hateful everything - says he's guilty. What d'ya think, I'k an idiot or somethin'?

[gets out of his seat]

Juror #3: Why don'tcha have that stuff about the old man - the old man who *lived* there and heard *every*affair? Or this business about the knife! What, 'cause we found 1 exactly like it? The old man *saw* him! Right in that location on the stairs! What's the difference how many seconds it was? Every single thing... The pocketknife falling through a hole in his pocket... You tin't *show* he didn't become to the door! Certain, y'all can take all the fourth dimension, hobblin' around the room, but you can't prove it! And what virtually this business with the El? And the movies! At that place's a phony deal if I ever heard one. I betcha 5 thousand dollars I'd remember the movies I saw! I'g tellin' ya, every matter that'southward gone on has been twisted... and turned!

[points at Juror #8]

Juror #3: This business concern with the glasses? How exercise *you* know she didn't have 'em on? This adult female testified in open court! And what well-nigh hearin' the child yell? Huh? I'thou tellin' ya, I've got all the facts here...

Juror #3: [struggles with his notebook] Here... Ah.

[He throws it on the tabular array. The photo of him with his son is on peak]

Juror #3: Well, that's it - that'southward the whole case!

[He turns towards the window as the other jurors stare at him; he turns back to them]

Juror #3: Well? *Say* something!

[No one obliges; everyone is focused on him]

Juror #three: You lousy bunch of bleedin' 'earts... Yous're not goin' to intimidate me - I'grand *entitled* to my opinion!

[He sees the moving picture of his son on the table]

Juror #three: Rotten kids, you work your life out...!

[He grabs the pic and tears information technology to pieces. He suddenly realizes what he'south doing and sobs into his clenched fist]

Juror #3: ...no. Not guilty. Not guilty.

Juror #8: It's always difficult to continue personal prejudice out of a matter like this. And wherever you lot run into it, prejudice ever obscures the truth. I don't actually know what the truth is. I don't suppose anybody volition always really know. Nine of us now seem to feel that the accused is innocent, only we're just gambling on probabilities - nosotros may be wrong. We may be trying to let a guilty human get free, I don't know. Nobody actually tin. Simply we have a reasonable doubt, and that's something that'due south very valuable in our organization. No jury can declare a homo guilty unless it'south sure.

Juror #viii: [after Juror #10 explains that he believes the boy is guilty because of the testimony of the adult female across the street] I'd similar to ask you something: yous don't believe the male child's story. How come you believe the woman'southward? She's one of "them", likewise, isn't she?

Juror #ten: [the grinning vanishes from his face] You're a pretty smart fella, aren't yous?

Juror #eight: [answering Juror #4's remark nigh where the father'south body was found] We're not, unless somebody else wants to; but *I'd* similar to find out if an old human being who drags one foot when he walks, 'cause he had a stroke terminal year, could get from his bedroom to his front door in xv seconds.

Juror #3: He said 20 seconds.

Juror #viii: [looks at him] He said fifteen!

Juror #3: He said 20 seconds! What are you tryin' to distort...

Juror #eleven: He said xv.

Juror #3: [pause, then shouts] How does he know how long fifteen seconds is? Y'all can't judge a thing like that!

Juror #9: He said fifteen seconds. He was very positive about it!

Juror #3: He was an old man! One-half the time he was confused! How could he exist positive about anything?

[stops, realizing what he'southward simply admitted]

Juror #x: [the vote has go 9-3, enraging Juror #10] I don't understand you people! I mean all these picky little points y'all continue bringing upward. They don't mean zilch! You saw this kid just like I did. You're not gonna tell me you lot believe that phony story almost losing the pocketknife, and that business almost being at the movies. Look, you know how these people *lie!* It'south *born* in them! I mean, what the heck? I don't accept to tell you! They don't know what the truth *is!* And lemme tell ya: they don't need any existent large reason to kill someone, either! No *sir!*

[#5 slams the paper down, gets upward from his seat]

Juror #ten: They get drunk! Oh, they're real large drinkers, all of 'em - you know that - and bang: someone'due south lyin' in the gutter! Oh, nobody'south blaming them for information technology. That'southward the way they are, past nature! You know what I mean? *Violent!*

Juror #10: [#9 rises and crosses to the window] Where're you lot going? Man life don't mean as much to them as it does to the states!

[#11 gets up and walks to the other window]

Juror #10: Await, they're lushing it upwards and fighting all the time and if somebody gets killed, so somebody gets killed! They don't intendance! Oh, sure, there are some good things about 'em, likewise! Wait, I'grand the first one to say that!

Juror #10: [#8 gets upwardly and walks to the nearest wall] I've known a couple who were OK, only that's the exception, y'know what I mean? Nearly of 'em, it's like they have no feelings! They can do anything!

[#2 and #6 get up from the tabular array. Anybody's back is to #10]

Juror #ten: [looking around, starting to refuse in volume] What'due south goin' on here? I'thousand trying to tell ya... You lot're makin' a large mistake, you lot people! This kid is a liar! I know information technology, I know all about them! Mind to me... They're no good! In that location'south non a one of 'em who is any good! I mean, what's happening in here? I'm speaking my piece, and you...

[the Foreman gets up and walks away. And so does #12]

Juror #ten: Listen to me. We're... This kid on trial here... his type, well, don't you know nigh them? There's a, there's a danger here. These people are unsafe. They're wild. Heed to me. Heed.

Juror #iv: [quietly and firmly] I have. At present sit down and don't open your mouth once more.

[crush]

Juror #x: [the shock of being ignored and silenced sinking in] I'yard jus' tryin'-a... tell ya...

Juror #half dozen: You remember he'due south not guilty, huh?

Juror #8: I don't know. It'south *possible*.

Juror #3: That business before when that alpine guy, what's-his-proper name, was trying to bait me? That doesn't evidence annihilation. I'yard a pretty excitable person. I mean, where does he come off calling me a public avenger, sadist and everything? Anyone in his right listen would blow his stack. He was just trying to bait me.

Juror #4: He did an excellent task.

Juror #two: Information technology's hard to put into words. I just call back he's guilty. I thought it was obvious from the discussion, 'Get'. Nobody proved otherwise.

Juror #eight: Nobody has to show otherwise. The brunt of proof is on the prosecution. The defendant doesn't even take to open his mouth. That'south in the Constitution.

Juror #6: [when Juror #viii asks him to "suppose" the defendant's innocence] Well, I'thousand non used to supposin'. I'thou just a workin' homo. My boss does all the supposin', but I'll try one. Supposin' you talk us all out of this, and, uh, the kid actually did knife his father?

[Juror #9 has pointed out that the witness beyond the street had marks on her olfactory organ, indicating that she normally wore glasses]

Juror #eight: [to Juror #4] Do you article of clothing glasses when you go to bed?

Juror #4: No. I don't. No ane wears eyeglasses to bed.

Juror #8: It'south logical to assume that *she* wasn't wearing them when she was in bed - tossing and turning, trying to autumn asleep!

Juror #three: How do *you* know?

Juror #eight: I don't *know* - I'm guessing! I'm besides guessing that she probably didn't put her glasses on when she turned to await casually out of the window - and she herself testified the killing took identify just every bit she looked out, the lights went off a split 2d later - she couldn't take had *time* to put them on then!

[stops #3 from stopping him]

Juror #8: Here'south another guess: perchance she honestly thought she saw the boy kill his father - I say she just saw a blur!

Juror #three: How do you know *what* she saw? How does he know all that? How do you lot know *what* kind of glasses she wore? Perchance they were sunglasses, maybe she was far-sighted! What practice you lot *know* almost her?

Juror #viii: I just know the woman's eyesight is in question now!

Juror #xi: She had to be able to identify a person 60 feet away, at night, without glasses.

Juror #2: You can't send someone off to die on bear witness like that!

Juror #three: Oh, don't give me that.

Juror #viii: Don't you think the woman *might* take made a mistake?

Juror #iii: [stubbornly] No!

Juror #eight: It's not *possible?*

Juror #3: No, it'south not possible!

Juror #8: [gets up and speaks to Juror #12] Is it possible?

Juror #12: [nods] Not guilty.

Juror #8: [goes to #10] You think he's guilty?

[#x shakes his head "no"]

Juror #iii: *I* call up he's guilty!

Juror #viii: [ignores #3; goes to #4] How about y'all?

Juror #4: [looks at #viii, pauses, then shakes caput] No... I'm convinced. Not guilty.

Juror #three: [shocked, having merely lost all support] What'south the matter with ya?

Juror #4: I take a reasonable doubt now.

Juror #9: 11 to i!

Juror #8: [justifying his reason for voting "not guilty"] I but think we owe him a few words, that's all.

Juror #x: I don't heed telling you this, mister: we don't owe him a thing. He got a fair trial, didn't he? What exercise you call back that trial price? He's lucky he got it. Know what I hateful? Now, look - we're all grown-ups in here. We heard the facts, didn't we? Y'all're not gonna tell me that nosotros're supposed to believe this child, knowing what he is. Listen, I've lived among them all my life - you can't believe a word they say, you lot know that. I mean they're built-in liars.

Juror #nine: Only an ignorant human being can believe that.

Juror #10: At present, mind...

Juror #9: [gets up] Practise you recollect you were born with a monopoly on the truth?

[turns to Juror #8, indicating #10]

Juror #9: I remember certain things should be pointed out to this man.

[after another vote is taken, the count is six to six]

Juror #10: Six to six... I'm telling yous, some of yous people in hither must be out of your minds. A kid like that...

Juror #9: I don't remember the kind of boy he is has anything to do with it. The facts are supposed to determine the instance.

Juror #10: Don't give me that. I'k sick and tired of facts! You can twist 'em anyway you like, you know what I mean?

Juror #ix: That's exactly the bespeak this gentleman has been making.

[indicates Juror #8]

Juror #iii: [when Juror #11 questions whether the boy would return dwelling house to remember the knife] Look, you voted guilty. What side are ya on?

Juror #11: I don't believe I have to exist loyal to one side or the other. I'thousand only request questions.

Juror #10: [when a new "not guilty" vote appears in a cloak-and-dagger election] All right, who was it? I wanna know.

Juror #eleven: Excuse me, this was a underground ballot. We all agreed on that. At present, if the gentleman wants it to remain secret...

Juror #iii: "Undercover"? What do you hateful, "secret"? There are no secrets in a jury room, I know who it was.

Juror #iii: [to Juror #5] Brother, y'all really are somethin'. you lot sit here vote guilty like the rest of us, then some golden-voiced preacher starts trigger-happy your poor heart out about some underprivileged kid, simply couldn't help condign a murderer, and you alter your vote. Well, if that isn't the near sickening - *why don't you drib a quarter in his drove box?*

Juror #v: [astonished that #3 was accusing him, gets up] Oh, now just await a minute! Listen, you can't talk to me that! Who do you remember you are?

Juror #iv: Now at-home down, at-home down!

Juror #five: No, now who exercise y'all think y'all are?

Juror #4: It doesn't affair. He's very excitable. Only sit down...

Juror #3: [exploding] "Excitable"? You bet I'yard excitable! We're trying to put a guilty man in the chair where he belongs, and so someone starts telling us fairy tales and nosotros're listening!

Juror #1: Heya, c'monday at present.

Juror #3: [to Juror #5] What made you change your vote?

Juror #9: He didn't change his vote - *I* did!

Juror #10: [anybody stares] Ohhh, fine!

Juror #nine: Would you like me to tell ya why?

Juror #7: No, I wouldn't similar y'all to tell me why.

Juror #9: Well, I'd like to make it clear anyways, if you don't heed.

Juror #10: [impatient] Do we *take* to mind to this?

Juror #6: [firmly] The man wants to talk.

Juror #9: [to Juror #six] Give thanks you.

Juror #9: [motions to Juror #8] This gentleman has been continuing alone against us. At present, he doesn't say that the male child is *not* guilty; he but isn't *sure*. Well, it's non easy to stand alone against the ridicule of others, so he gambled for support... and I gave information technology to him. I respect his motives. The boy is probably guilty, but - eh, I want to hear more than. Right now the vote is x to 2...

[Juror #vii gets upward and heads to the bath]

Juror #nine: Now I'm talking here! You take no right to leave this room - !

Juror #8: [calmly stopping him] He tin can't hear you, and he never will. Allow'due south sit.

Juror #7: You a Yankee fan?

Juror #v: No, Baltimore.

Juror #vii: Baltimore? That'due south like being hit in the head with a crowbar once a day.

[after Juror #viii has established that the old human witness could not have heard the killing over the noise of the elevated train]

Juror #3: Why should he prevarication? What's he got to gain?

Juror #9: Attending, maybe.

Juror #3: Y'all keep coming in with these vivid sayings! Why don't you lot send 'em into a paper? They pay 3 dollars apiece!

Juror #6: [getting up] What are y'all talkin' to him like that for? Guy talks like that to an old homo actually oughta get stepped on, you know. Yous oughta have more respect, mister. If you say stuff like that to him over again... I'one thousand gonna lay you out.

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Man in corridor: You did a wonderful job, wonderful task!

Judge: To go on, you've listened to a long and circuitous case, murder in the first degree. Premeditated murder is the most serious charge tried in our criminal courts. Yous've listened to the testimony, you've had the law read to yous and interpreted equally it applies in this case, it's now your duty to sit down down and attempt to separate the facts from the fancy. I man is dead, some other homo'southward life is at stake, if there'south a reasonable doubt in your minds as to the guilt of the defendant, uh a reasonable doubt, then you must bring me a verdict of "Not Guilty". If, withal, at that place'south no reasonable doubt, and then you lot must, in adept censor, detect the accused "Guilty". All the same you decide, your verdict must be unanimous. In the event that you detect the accused "Guilty", the demote will not entertain a recommendation for mercy. The death sentence is mandatory in this case. Y'all're faced with a grave responsibility, thank you, gentlemen.

Juror #5: Boy oh boy, it'due south really hot, huh? Pardon me, but don't you e'er sweat?

Juror #4: No, I don't.

Juror #8: Look, there was 1 alleged eye witness to this killing. Someone else claims he heard the killing, saw the male child run out later and at that place was a lot of circumstantial show. But, actually, those two witnesses were the entire case for the prosecution. Supposing they're wrong?

Juror #12: What do you mean, supposing they're incorrect? What'south the indicate of having witnesses at all?

Juror #8: Could they be wrong?

Juror #12: What are you trying to say? Those people saturday on the stand under oath.

Juror #viii: They're only people. People make mistakes. Could they exist wrong?

Juror #12: Well, no, I don't think so.

Juror #8: Practise you 'know' so?

Juror #12: Oh, come on. Nobody can know a thing like that. This isn't an exact science.

Juror #8: That'south right, it isn't.

Juror #3: It's these kids - the manner they are nowadays. When I was a kid I used to call my male parent, "Sir". That's correct. "Sir". You always hear a kid call his male parent that anymore?

Juror #8: Fathers don't seem to think information technology'southward important anymore.

Juror #3: [looking at him] You got any kids?

Juror #8: Three.

Juror #iii: I got one. Xx-two years onetime.

[takes photograph from his wallet and shows it to Juror #8]

Juror #iii: Aah. When he was nine years quondam he ran away from a fight. I saw it; I was so embarrassed I almost threw up. I said, "I'k gonna make a man outta you if I have to suspension you in two tryin'". And I made a homo out of him. When he was sixteen, we had a fight. Hit me in the jaw - a big kid. Haven't seen him for ii years. Kids... work your heart out...

Juror #8: According to the testimony, the boy looks guilty... maybe he is. I sat there in court for half-dozen days listening while the show built up. Everybody sounded so positive, you know, I... I began to get a peculiar feeling about this trial. I mean, nix is that positive. There're a lot of questions I'd take liked to enquire. I don't know, maybe they wouldn't have meant annihilation, just... I began to get the feeling that the defense counsel wasn't conducting a thorough enough cross-examination. I hateful, he... he allow likewise many things go by... little things that...

Juror #ten: What petty things? Listen, when these fellas don't ask questions it's because they know the answers already and they figure they'll be injure.

Juror #8: Maybe. It'south as well possible for a lawyer to be but manifestly stupid, isn't it? I hateful it'southward possible.

Juror #7: You lot sound similar you met my brother-in-law.

Juror #viii: [taking a coughing drop that Juror #two offered him] There'due south something else I'd similar to talk virtually for a minute. Thank you. I think we've proved that the one-time man couldn't have heard the boy say "I'thou gonna kill you", just supposing he did...

Juror #10: [interrupting] You didn't prove information technology at all. What're you talking about?

Juror #8: But supposing he actually *did* hear information technology. This phrase, how many times have all of us used it? Probably thousands. "I could impale y'all for that, darling." "Inferior, you practise that in one case more than and I'yard gonna kill yous." "Go in there, Rocky, and kill him!"... See, we say it every twenty-four hour period. That doesn't mean we're gonna impale anyone.

Juror #three: Wait a minute, what are you trying to give us here? The phrase was "I'm gonna kill y'all"; the child yelled it at the top of his lungs... Don't tell me he didn't mean it! Anybody says a affair like that the way he said information technology, they mean information technology!

Juror #2: Well, gee now, I don't know.

[Everyone looks at #2]

Juror #2: I recollect I was arguing with the guy I work next to at the bank a couple of weeks ago. He chosen me an idiot, then I yelled at him.

Juror #3: [pointing at #eight] At present mind, this guy's tryin' to brand y'all believe things that aren't and then! The kid said he was gonna impale him, and he *did* kill him!

Juror #viii: Let me ask you this: exercise you actually think the kid would shout out a thing similar that so the whole neighborhood could hear him? I don't think then; he'southward much to bright for that.

Juror #10: Bright? He'due south a common, ignorant slob. He don't fifty-fifty speak good English.

Juror #11: [looking up] He *doesn't* even speak skillful English.

Juror #viii: I only want to talk.

Juror #seven: Well, what's in that location to talk about? Eleven men in here think he's guilty. No i had to think about it twice except you.

Juror #10: I want to to inquire yous something: do you believe his story?

Juror #8: I don't know whether I believe information technology or not - maybe I don't.

Juror #7: And so how come you vote not guilty?

Juror #8: Well, there were eleven votes for guilty. It's not piece of cake to raise my hand and ship a boy off to die without talking nigh it get-go.

Juror #7: Well now, who says it'south easy?

Juror #viii: No one.

Juror #7: What, merely because I voted fast? I honestly call up the guy's guilty. Couldn't change my mind if you talked for a hundred years.

Juror #8: I'g not trying to alter your mind. It's just that... we're talking about somebody'due south life hither. Nosotros can't make up one's mind it in v minutes. Supposing we're wrong?

Juror #7: Supposing we're wrong! Supposing this whole building should fall down on my head. Y'all tin suppose anything!

Juror #8: That'southward right.

Juror #7: I don't know near the rest of 'em only I'm gettin' a little tired of this yakity-yack and back-and-forth, it'due south gettin' u.s. nowhere. And so I guess *I'll* have to break it up; I change my vote to "not guilty."

Juror #three: Yous *what?*

Juror #7: You heard me, I've... had enough.

Juror #three: Whaddaya mean, you've had enough? That'southward no respond!

Juror #7: Hey, listen, you just uh... accept care of yourself, 'uh? You lot know?

Juror #xi: He'southward right. That's non an reply. What kind of a man are y'all? You have sat here and voted "guilty" with everyone else because there are some baseball tickets called-for a hole in your pocket? And at present you've changed your vote because you say you're sick of all the talking here?

Juror #7: Now mind, buddy - !

Juror #xi: Who tells you that you lot have the correct like this to play with a human's life? Don't you care...

Juror #vii: Now expect a minute! You can't talk like that to me - !

Juror #11: I *tin can* talk similar that to you! If you desire to vote "not guilty", then do it because you are convinced the man is non guilty, not because you lot've "had plenty". And if you think he is guilty, then vote that way! Or don't you have the guts to do what you call up is right?

Juror #7: Now mind...

Juror #xi: Guilty or not guilty?

Juror #7: I told ya! Not guilty!

Juror #xi: Why?

Juror #7: ...Wait, I don't have tuh...

Juror #11: You *do* have to! *Say* it! *Why?*

Juror #7: Uhh... I don't, uh... think he'south guilty!

[Juror #xi stares back with impatient resignation, and finally returns to his seat]

Juror #4: I'll accept the testimony from right afterward the murder, when he couldn't recall a thing most the movies, groovy emotional stress or non.

Juror #8: I'd like to enquire y'all a personal question.

Juror #four: Go ahead.

Juror #viii: Where were you final night?

Juror #4: I was home all nighttime.

Juror #eight: How nigh the nighttime before that?

Juror #3: What is this?

Juror #four: It'due south all right. I left the office at 8:30 and went straight dwelling and to bed.

Juror #8: And the night earlier that?

Juror #4: That was... Tuesday night. The bridge tournament. I played bridge.

Juror #eight: Mon nighttime?

Juror #3: When you get to New year's day'southward Eve, 1954, let me know.

Juror #four: Monday night? Monday dark... my wife and I went to the movies.

Juror #eight: What did you see?

Juror #iv: "The Cherry Circle". A whodunit.

Juror #8: What was the second characteristic?

Juror #4: "The"... I'll tell you lot in a infinitesimal..."The... Remarkable Mrs." something... "Bainbridge". "The Remarkable Mrs. Bainbridge".

Juror #2: I saw that. It'due south called "The Amazing Mrs. Bainbridge".

Juror #4: Yes. "The Amazing Mrs. Bainbridge".

Juror #8: Who was in "The Amazing Mrs. Bainbridge"?

Juror #four: Barbara... Long, I think information technology was. A dark, very pretty girl. Ling or... Long, something like that.

Juror #8: Who else?

Juror #iv: I'd never heard of them earlier. It was a very inexpensive second feature, with unknown...

Juror #eight: And you lot weren't under an emotional stress, were you?

Juror #iv: [slowly, realizing] No. I wasn't.

Juror #9: It's not easy to stand lone against the ridicule of others.

Juror #10: Oh, listen, I don't run across what all this stuff about the knife has got to exercise with anything. Somebody saw the kid stab his father, what more do we need? You guys tin can talk the ears right off my caput, y'all know what I hateful? I got three garages of mine going to pot while you lot're talking! And so permit'southward get down and get out of hither!

Juror #10: Brilliant? He'south a mutual ignorant slob. He don't even speak good English.

Juror #3: [as Juror eight sets upwards an experiment to run across if the old man could reach his forepart door in xv seconds] What practice you mean, *yous* wanna try it? Why didn't his lawyer bring it up if information technology's and then of import?

Juror #v: Well, maybe he just didn't remember about information technology, huh?

Juror #10: What do y'all mean didn't think of it? Do y'all recall the man'south an idiot or something? It's an obvious thing!

Juror #5: Did *you* think of information technology?

Juror #10: Mind, smart guy, it don't matter whether I idea of it. He didn't bring it up because he knew it would hurt his case. What do y'all recall of that?

Juror #8: Perhaps he didn't bring it upward because it would've meant bullying and badgering a helpless old human being. You know that doesn't sit very well with a jury; virtually lawyers avoid it if they can.

Juror #seven: So what kind of a bum is he, then?

Juror #8: That's what I've been asking, buddy.

Juror #8: Has anyone take any idea hwo long information technology would take an el-

[sees Jurors iii and 12 playing Tic Tac Toe on a piece of scratch newspaper. He rushes over and takes away the sheet of paper]

Juror #3: Hey!

Juror #8: This isn't a game.

Juror #viii: Has anyone take any idea how long information technology would take an el-

[sees Jurors 3 and 12 playing Tic Tac Toe on a piece of scratch newspaper. He rushes over and takes abroad the sheet of paper]

Juror #three: Hey!

Juror #8: This isn't a game.

Juror #8: Let me inquire you this. Do you really remember the boy would shout out a matter like that and then the whole neighborhood could hear him? I don't think so. He's much as well bright for that.

Juror #3: Look, y'all voted guilty. What side are you on?

Juror #8: Well, I recollect testimony that could put a boy into the electrical chair should be that accurate.

Juror #11: I don't believe I have to be loyal to one side or the other. I'chiliad but asking questions.

Juror #three: Y'all're talking about a matter of seconds! Nobody can exist that accurate.

Juror #8: We're talking about somebody's life here. We can't decide it in five minutes.

Juror #xi: [with a foreign accent] He doesn't even speak good English language.

Juror #7: [after another juror sneezes loudly] " Ok the horn works, now try the lights"

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