You see, sometimes, the facts that are staring us in the face are wrong...
Hey listen, I'm talking to him, not to you!
Boy, this guy's beautiful, isn't he?
Yeah, listen, the kid had a lawyer, didn't he?
The lawyer presented the case, not you!
-How come you got so much to say? -The lawyer was court appointed!
So what does that mean?
It could mean a hell of a lot!
It could mean he didn't want the case, it could mean he resented being appointed, what's there for him?
No hope, no glory, very little chance of winning.
Not a very promising situation for a young lawyer.
He would have to really believe in his client in order to put up a good fight.
As you mentioned a minute ago, he obviously didn't!
Oh sure he didn't!
Who the hell could?
Except maybe god come to Earth or somebody...
Come on guys, look at the time!
Pardon me here.
-I have some notes here... somewhere... -Notes?
I... would... like... to ask some questions.
I've been listening very closely to what this jentleman has been saying.
He's got some very good points to make.
Now, from what was presented at the trial, it seems that the boy is guilty,
but maybe if we go deeper...
Come on, will ya? Gee!
I would like to ask one question.
Now, we assumed that the boy commited murder.
That he stabbed his father in the chest and then he run away.
This was at 10 minutes after 12.
Now, how was the boy caught...
...by the police?
He came back, at about 3 o'clock or so
and he was caught by two detectives in the hallway of his house.
Come on man!
Now my question is this...
If he really did kill his father, why did he come back 3 hours later?
Would he not be afraid of being caught by the police?
Look, he came home to get his knife.
It's not nice to leave knives sticking around out of people's chests!
Yes, especially relatives.
-I don't see anything funny about it. -Neither do I.
The boy knew that there were people who could identify the knife as the one he had just bought.
He had to get it before the police did.
But if he knew that the knife could be identified, why did he leave it in the first place?
Oh well...
I think we can assume he run out in a state of panic after he killed his father.
And when he finally calmed down, he realised that he had left the knife there.
Then this depends on your definition of panic.
Because he was calm enough to make sure that there were no fingerprints on the knife.
Now, where did his panic start and where did it end?
Look, you can throw all that other staff out...
He came home to dig out his knife and get rid of it.
-Three hours later? -Sure, three hours later!
If I had killed my father, I would not be coming back three hours later, I would be afraid of the police.
No...I would stay away, knife or no knife!
Look, you voted guilty, didn't you? What side are you on?
I do not have to be loyal to one side or the other, I'm simply asking questions.
Well, look...
This is just off the top of my head but it seems to me, I mean,
if I were the kid and I'd, you know, done the stabbing and all that,
I'd take a chance and go back for the knife.
I mean, he probably figured that noone's seen him and nobody didn't discover the body yet.
I mean, it was the middle of the night.
He probably figured that the body wouldn't be found till the next day.
Excuse me, but that is my whole point.
Now...
The woman across the street testified that the moment after she saw the killing,
that is a moment after the el train went by,
she screamed, then telephoned the police.
Now, the boy certainly must have heard the scream and knew somebody saw something.
No, I do not think the boy would have gone back if he had been the murderer.
Two points.
One...
In his state of panic, he may not have heard the scream,
perhaps it wasn't very loud.
Two. If he did hear it, he may not have connected it with his own act.
Remember, he lived in a neighbourhood where screams were fairly commonplace.
Right! There's your answer.
Maybe the boy did stab his father, did not hear the screams, run off in a panic and calmed down three hours later,
came back to get his knife, risking being caught by the police, maybe all of those things are so and maybe not!
I personally think there is enough doubt for us to wonder if the boy was there at all when the murder took place.
What do you mean doubt? What are you talking about?
Didn't the old man see the boy running out of the house?
Well, see? He's twisting the facts!
I'm telling you, he's twisting them!
Did or didn't the old man see the boy running out of the house at 12:10? Did he or didn't he?
-He says he did... -Well... "He say's he did"?
How do you like this? "He says he did"...
Did or didn't the woman across the street see the boy kill his father?
She said she did!
You make it like it don't matter what people say.
What you wanna believe, you believe, what you don't wanna believe, so you don't!
What kind of way is that?
And what do you think these people get up on the witness stand for?
Their health?
I'm telling you man, the facts are being changed in here.
Witnesses are being doubted and there's no reason for it!
Witnesses can make mistakes.
Yeah, when you want'em to they do! You know what I mean?
Alright now, let's keep the yelling down.
Well you keep saying that!
What we need in here is a little yelling.
These men running off every each way. Did hear the scream, didn't hear the scream...
What difference does it make?
Those little details!
You guys are missing the important stuff.
-I mean, all of a sudden you hear everybody... -I would like to call for another vote.
-I'm talking here! -Another vote called for here, jentlemen take your sits.
-What are we gonna gain by voting again? -I don't know.
The man asked for another vote, we're gonna have another vote.
I've never seen so much time spent on nothing!
It only takes a second...
Alright, the fastest way is to find out who's voting not guilty.
All those in favour of not guilty raise your hand.
Three...
...still the same.
Three not guilty, nine guilty.
So, where are we?
I mean, come on, we can yakety-yakety until next Tuesday. Where is it getting us?
Pardon me...
I would like to change my vote.
I vote not guilty.
Oh brother!
Come on now, listen, what are you talking about?
We're all going crazy in here!
This kid is guilty.
Why don't you pay attention to the facts?
Tell him, will you?
This is gotta be a god damn joke!
The vote is 8 to 4 in favour of guilty.
I mean, everybody's heart is starting to bleed for this punk little kid,
like the president just declared "Love Your Underpriviledged Brother Week" or something...
Listen to me!
I want you to tell me why you changed your vote. Come on, give me reasons!
I do not have to defend myself to you. I now have reasonable doubt.
"Reasonable doubt"... That's nothing but words!
Look at the knife!
The kid you just decided is not guilty was seen ramming that thing into his father.
Well, look at it, Mr. "Reasonable Doubt"!
That's not the knife...
...don't you remember?
Brilliant!
You know this is the craziest...
I mean, you're pulling stories out of thin air.
What are we supposed to believe?
I'm telling you, if this guy was sitting ringside at the Tyson Holyfield fight, he'd be trying to tell us Tyson won!
Look, what about the old man, eh?
Are we supposed to believe that he didn't get up and run to his front door and see that kid tearing down the stairs,
15 seconds after the killing?
He's only saying it so he can be important, right?
-I mean, what's the point of this... -Wait... wait a second, wait a second!
The Milwakee rooter is heard from and pop-ups are fallin' for base hits wherever we look at.
Did the old man say he run to the door?
Run, walked, what's the difference? He got there!
He said he run.
I don't remember what he said, but I don't see how he could run!
He said he run, he run from his bedroom to the front door. That's enough, isn't it?
Where exactly was that bedroom again?
It was down in the hall somewhere. You don't remember that?
-No... -I thought you remembered everything!
Mr. Foreman, I'd like to see a diagram of the apartment again please.
Why don't we run the trial over just to see if we can get everything straight...
-Mr. Foreman... -I heard you.
What's all this for?
How come you're the only one in the room who wants to see exhibits all the time.
I wanna see this one too!
And I wanna stop wasting time...
If we are going to start wading through all this business about where the body was found, then we can...
No, we're not!
I just wanna find out if a man who limps because he had a stroke a year ago,
can get from his bed to his front door in 15 seconds.
He said 20 seconds...
-15! -I'm telling you he said 20. Why do you always distort him?
He said 15...
How does he know how long 15 seconds is?
You can't judge a thing like that!
He said 15 seconds. He was very positive about it.
He's an old man, you saw him. Half the time he was confused!
How could he be positive ab...about anything?
I don't see what we're going to prove here.
The man said he saw the boy running out, that's what he said to us.
Well, let's see if the details bear him out.
Now, the minute the body fell, the old man says he heard footsteps
running towards the front door upstairs.
Then he heard that upstairs door open and the footsteps continued down the stairway.
He got to his front door as fast as he could, swears it couldn't have been more than 15 seconds,
-Now if the killer started to run immediately... -Well, maybe he didn't!
The old man says he did.
You oughta be down at Atlantic City at the hair-splitters' convention.
Hey baseball, why don't you stop with the smart remarks all the time?
Oh my friend, for your $15 a day you gotta listen to everything.
Ok, now you got that thing in here... ...what about it?
May I?
Ok, this is the apartment where the killing took place.
The old man's apartment is exactly like it, directly underneath.
Now, here's the el line,
here's the bedroom, living room, the kitchen and the bath,
here's the hallway and way down there is the front door to the apartment and here are the steps that go down.
Now, the old man was in bed in this room.
He says he got up, he went into the hall,
went all the way down the hall, opened the front door,
just in time to see the boy racing down the stairs.
Am I right?
That's the story... for the 19th time!
15 seconds after he heard the body fall.
Correct...
The old man's bed was by the window.
That means he had to walk... 12 feet from the bed to the bedroom door
and the hall is... 43 feet 6 inches... down to the front door.
That means that he had to get up, get out of bed, walk 12 feet, open the bedroom door,
walk 43 feet and open the front door to his apartment,
all in 15 seconds...
Does anyone think he could have done it?
-Sure he could have done it! -He can only walk very slowly...
There they helped him to the witness chair...
You make it sound like a long walk! It's not!
For an old man who's had a stroke... it's a long walk!
What are you doing?
I wanna set this up, see how long it took him.
What do you mean you wanna set this up? Why didn't the kid's lawyer bring it up if it's so important?
Maybe he just didn't think of it!
What do you mean he didn't think of it? Do you think the guy's an idiot or something?
-It's an obvious thing, isn't it? -Did you think of it?
Look smart guy, don't matter what, I thought of it over the night.
Alright, let's calm it down.
He didn't bring it up cause he thought it was gonna hurt his case.
Wait a minute! Maybe he didn't bring it up because it would seem as if
he was badgering and pressuring a helpless old man, which does not sit well with a jury,
lawyers try to avoid that sort of thing if they can...
What kind of bum is he then?
That's exactly what I've been asking!
Now, let's say this is the old man's bed.
First, I'm gonna pace off 12 feet, that's the length of the bedroom.
You're crazy! You can't recreate a thing like that!
You wanna do me a favour? Could you hand me that chair?
Put it right here... This is the bedroom door.
Now the hallway was...what? It was 43 feet.
Well, I'll pace over to that wall and then back around this way again.
This is absolutely insane! What's the idea behind wasting everybody's time with this?
...11...12... Look, it's only gonna take 15 seconds according to you!
...40...41...42...43.
If you would... thank you very much!
This is the doorway out into the hall and the stairway going down.
It was chain locked according to testimony.
Now, does anybody here got a second hand on their watch?
I have.
Alright. Will you just stamp your foot when you want me to go, that'll be the body falling, alright?
Time me from then.
Anybody for charades?
-I've never seen anything like this in my whole... -Alright, I'm ready.
Come on, come on, won't you?
I'm waiting for the second hand to reach sixty.
Go!
Oh come on, step it up, he walked twice as fast as that!
That's too slow!
-That's how he walked, he walked like an old man! -...what will this kid's stuff do?
-No. That's too slow... -...that's the way he walked.
You want me to walk faster? Alright, I'll walk faster.
-This is a trial for murder! -Relax, will ya? Jeez!
Time!
Exactly 42 seconds!
42 seconds?
42 seconds.
Here's what I think happened.
I think the old man heard the fight between the boy and his father earlier
and then a couple of hours later, lying in bed,
he heard the body hit the floor at the boy's apartment
and heard the woman scream across the street.
He tried to get to the front door.
He heard someone running down the stairs and he assumed that it was the boy.
I think that's possible.
Assumed?
Now listen to me people!
I've heard all kinds of dishonesty in my day, but this little display...
...takes the cake! You come in here,
with your sanctimonious talk about slum kids and injustice
and you make up a lot of wild stories
and all of a sudden you're gettin' through to some of these little old ladies in here.
But you're not getting through to me! I've had enough!
What is the matter with you people?
Everyone of you knows he's guilty! He's got to burn!
We'll let him slip through our fingers!
"...let him slip through our fingers..." What are you, his executioner?
I'm one of them!
Maybe you'd like to put the needle in!
For this kid? You bet I would!
God, I'm sorry for you...
Don't start with me now!
Ever since we've walked into this room, you've acted like a self-appointed public avenger.
Shut up!
You want the boy to die for your own personal reasons, not because of the facts!
You're a sadist!
I'll kill him! I'll kill him!
You don't really mean you'll kill me, do you?
What the hell's going on here?
Nothing.
Just a little argument, everything's fine brother, everything is...
...fine.
Just.. things just got a little heated.
Thank you.
What are you staring at?
Well, I suppose we need someone else to start this off again, eh?
It's getting late.
What do they do? Take us out to a restaurant or something?
I don't know.
I sure hope they let us go home in case we don't finish this case tonight.
My little grandson has the mumps, face up to here,
my wife says he looks like Fat Albo...
Well, look guys,
if noone else has any ideas, I might have a cute one here, I mean...
...I ain't putting my stock into it, but let me throw it out in the stoop, see if the cat licks it up, what do you say?
"... the cat licks it up"
Yeah... it's an expression...
It wasn't much of an idea really...
Look how dark it's getting there.
We're gonna have a storm.
-Well... -Boy, it's hot!
Don't you sweat?
No, no, I don't...
I don't either.
Well, listen! I'm wondering... maybe we could take another vote.
Yeah... Maybe we can follow this one up with dancing and refreshments!
-Mr. Foreman... -Alright with me.
Anyone who doesn't wanna vote?
I think we should have an open ballot. Call out your votes, see who stands where.
Alright... The last vote was 8 to 4 in favour of guilty.
I'll just call out your jury numbers.
I vote guilty. Number 2?
Not guilty.
Number 3?
Guilty.
-Number 4? -Guilty.
Number 5...
Not guilty.
Number 6...
Not guilty.
Number 7...
Guilty.
Number 8...
Not guilty.
-Number 9... -Not guilty.
Number 10...
He's guilty brother.
Number 11...
Not guilty.
Number 12...
Guilty.
6 to 6.
And we go into extra innings here.
6 to 6!
Well, I'm telling you, some of you people have lost your damn minds! A kid like that!
I don't think the kind of boy has anything to do with it.
The facts are supposed to determine the case.
Oh, don't give me any of that "facts"!
I'm sick and tired of facts!
Twist'em any way you want to!
Facts! Facts!
That's... That's exactly the point that this jentleman has been making!
You... You keep shouting at the top of your lungs as though that were some sort of solution, I mean...
I just wish I was a little younger...
-It's gonna rain. -No! How did you figure that out?
How come you switched?
Well, it just seemed...
You haven't got a leg to stand on, don't you?
I don't feel that way.
-There were a lot of details that didn't come out. -Details?
Look, you just let yourself to get bulldozed by a bunch of these old white washed intellectuals.
-That's not so! -Oh come on, this is me!
You're just like some other folks your age, you're scared of the white man! They say something, you get low...
Hey you, listen!
-... you make stuff I said! -You have no right to...
You... loudmouth!
-Oh oh! Here it comes! -Look at that.
Get that window, come on!
What's with this window here?
Let's try to get this air conditioning working in here, what do you say, eh?
Hey! Look at this!
Hey, it must have been connected to the light switch, eh?
Some rain, eh?
And what about this thing - even Steven...
Kinda surprising, isn't it?
Yeah, yeah...
You know, that business before, when that guy was baiting me...
That doesn't prove anything! I'm a very excitable person, I mean...
Where does he come off calling me a public avenger and a sadist and everything?
Anybody in his right mind would've blown his stack, right?
He... was just tryin' to bait me.
He did an excellent job.
Man, look at it go...
You know, it reminds me of the...
... city championships three years ago.
What a game!
Score was tie, 21-21, it could've gone out of the way...
We had this young brother Yelder.
Great kid.
Quiet, respectful, wiry,
but he could shake you out of your shoes!
Nobody could touch him.
I'm the football coach over at Bay Side.
These gaps he just started to have around him,
the refs said they requested the game just to see him play.
He was renowned... I mean... I...
I'd built the whole team around him.
I knew better, but I...
...but I loved the kid.
We came out at half time and it..
... already began pouring.
Now, at the 4rth quarter the field was mud bath!
Yelder of course, he couldn't get to sweating.
He sat scatback and there it was a big fullback that's rammed down our throats and... won the game.
But, you know...
I'll always remember...
Yelder after the game...
sitting on the bench...
still in his uniform...
staring off into... space.
His... broken heart!
Isn't that the dumbest thing you ever saw? 6 to 6!
It's a joke!
What are we gonna do about it? Can we break it somehow?
Yeah, well, six fools in there aren't gonna change their minds...
I thought they already have changed their mind. There's no reason why they can't be persuaded to do it again.
And how?
Just by using logic!
Yeah, logic, eh?
You listen to this man, he's the only one in the room who knows.
Hey, you want my opinion?
Go ahead.
I think we should just quit.
What are you talking about?
I mean, come on, these six people in there,
all of a sudden they act like it's some kind of mission or something.
I mean, come on, they're not gonna switch. Let's just go to the judge or we'll be here all night.
Let's just go and tell her that we're hung.
To hell with this!
What am I supposed to do? Break my brain over some... scum like that?
You took an oath in the courtroom!
You can't just quit.
Why not?
It's dishonest!
Why don't you just vote not guilty?
No, I voted guilty cause I think he's guilty!
-But you don't care about what happens to him! -No, why should I?
Stop this! We're not going to get anywhere like this.
I mean, come on, what does he want? I gave him an honest opinion.
I know.
Oh, I suppose you don't think much of it...
No, I don't!
How about him? Is that something?
Ah well, a hung jury doesn't mean anything.
Just have to start the trial again with another jury.
That's not what we're here for...
What the hell is the difference?
A hung jury's what you're gonna get!
Alright, look! I'll tell you what I think, alright?
We ain't going nowhere in here!
I'm ready to go into court right now and declare a hung jury.
Yeah, I go for that too!
Come on, let's take it to the judge. Let this kid take his chances with 12 other guys.
The court is not going to accept a hung jury. We haven't been here long enough.
Well, let's find out!
I'm not in favour of this.
Listen, this kid wouldn't stand a chance with another jury and you know it.
Come on, we're hung...
Nobody's gonna change their opinion! Let's take it inside.
You still don't think there's any room for reasonable doubt?
No, I don't.
Pardon, maybe you do not fully understand the term reasonable doubt.
Oh, what do you mean I don't understand?
Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?
How do you like this guy, eh? I'm telling you...
They're all the same...
You come over to this country running for your life
and before you can take a big breath he's telling us how to run the show.
The arrogance of this guy!
-Oh you call him arrogant cause he wasn't born here. -Please don't...
Well, I'm calling you arrogant cause you were, how's that?
-Hey look, sonny... -And who the hell are you calling sonny?
Hey look, sonny!
Nobody around here's gonna tell me what words I understand and what words I don't.
Especially him!
Cause I'll knock his middle eastern European god damn head off!
Alright, cut the bullshit.
We're not going in as a hung jury.
Come on, let's get back to work.
I think there's something I would like to discuss, if it's alright with you jentlemen.
An important point the prosecution raised, was the fact that the boy,
having said that he was at the movies,
during the time the murder occured,
could not remember the names of the films or the stars that were in them.
-This jentleman has raised that point several times. -That's correct.
It was the only alibi the boy offered and he himself couldn't back it up with any details at all.
Well, putting yourself in the boy's place, if you can,
do you think that you would be able to remember details
after an experience such as your father hitting you on the face?
Yes, I think so, if there were any special details to remember.
He couldn't remember the movies at the theatre he named because he wasn't there that night.
Well, the police said they interrogated the boy in the kitchen of his apartment,
while his father's body lay on the floor of the bedroom.
Do you think that you could remember details under a situation such as that?
Yes, I do.
Under extreme emotional stress?
Under extreme emotional stress, yes, yes...
Of course, in court, he did remember the names of the pictures
and he remembered the names of the stars that appeared in them.
Oh, yes! His lawyer took great pains to bring that out.
He had three months from the night of the murder to the day of the trial in which to memorise them.
I'll take the testimony of the policemen who interrogated him right after the murder.
Then he couldn't remember a thing about the movies.
Great emotional stress or not!
Ok... Could I ask you a personal question?
Oh, please, go ahead, go ahead...
Where were you last night?
I was home, yes..
Ok... The night before that?
Hey, come on, what is this?
It's perfectly alright... wait, wait...
The night before...
I went from home to my office, stayed until 8:30, then I went straight home to bed, yes.
Alright... and the night before that?
That was... Tuesday... thank you, Tuesday.
That was the night of the bridge tournament... Yes, yes, I played bridge.
And Monday night?
When you get them down to New Year's Eve 1972, let me know!
Wait, wait...
Monday night...
...Oh yes! My wife and I went to the movies.
Ah... What did you see?
"Lies... and... secrets". It was a very touching story about a black woman who...
Excuse me!
It's called "Secrets and lies".
"Secrets and lies", yes...
Correct. And who was in "Secrets and lies"?
Wait, wait, wait a minute... It was something with a 'B'... it was 'Be'...
I think...
Yeah, Bella, Bella... Bella...
It was Brenda.
Brenda,
...was her name. And what was her last name?
It was an english movie...
The actors that I'm not familiar with...
...There was something with 'U'...
I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.
And you weren't under great emotional stress at the time, were you?
No sir, I... wasn't... sorry.
I think the point is made!
Yeah, big point!
I think it is a big point.
What, because he couldn't remember the name of a couple of two brit movie stars?
Oh well, I guess that proves that the kid was at the movies then.
No, but it indicates that noone can prove that he wasn't.
He might have been at the movies and forgotten what he saw,
it's possible...
If it's perfectly logical for this jentleman to forget a few details,
it's perfectly logical for the boy!
Being accused of murder isn't supposed to give him an infallible memory.
Man, you can talk till your tongue is draggin' on the ground, ok? The kid is guilty, period!
You know what I mean, my friend?
Who's got the cough drops?
They're all gone... my friend.
You know, there's something we're forgetting here, that I was just thinking about
and that's that old business that dragged down forever with the psychiatrists, where he got all involved with...
Oh come on, don't start with all that phony, psycho, whatsyoucallem stuff!
That boy would have reckon that is, fill the people's heads with all that junk.
I got three psychiatrists bringing in collars to my detail shop,
the whole three of them bullies is crazy!
I'm trying to make a point...
I will give you a buffalo nickel for a psychiatrist's testimony, I would... I would!
Why won't you let the man talk?
You can do five minutes on the usages of psychiatry after he's through.
What I was gonna say,
was that the psychiatrist definitely stated that the boy had strong homicidal tendencies,
that he was capable of commiting murder.
He also described all those tests, etc.
The boy definitely was the killer type!
Am I right?
I think he said something about paranoid enmities, if I'm not mistaken.
That's right!
Let's just try to remember he said it.
Let's not forget that we're talking about a boy here who's always had murder on his mind.
His unconscious mind!
I beg your pardon! In discussing...
"I beg your pardon"! Why are you so damn polite about?
For the same reason that you are not: It was the way I was brought up...
In discussing such a thing as the murder potential,
we must remember that many of us are capable of commiting murder, but few of us do.
We impose controls upon ourselves to prevent it.
Now the most that these psychiatric tests can accomplish along these lines is this...
They can tell us that some day, a particular person may commit murder.
That is all! They prove nothing!
Then how come they're admitted in evidence?
They have many uses, of course...
In this case, they added to the general impression the prosecution was trying to create.
Perhaps we would find,
if the twelve of us men took the same tests,
one or two of us might be discovered to have the subconscious desires to kill
and the potentiality of carrying them out.
Yet, none of us has...
To say that the man is capable of murder,
does not mean that he has commited murder.
Yeah, but it could mean it!
Look, if they said that this kid is capable of killing, he could've killed, couldn't he?
You're the one who said and I quote: "I wouldn't give a buffalo nickel for a psychiatrist's testimony"!
5 to 6...
Look at that rain...
There goes the old ball game.
Say... Say... Could I see that knife for a second?
Alright jentlemen...
...we're still tied 6 to 6.
-Who's got a suggestion? -I do. Where's that dinner?
-Let's go until 7, give it another hour. -Ok.
Listen... Something... Something I wanna say.
It's been bothering me a little and...
as long as we're stuck...
Well,
there was this whole business about the stab wound, how it was made, the downward angle, you know?
-You're not gonna start that again, they went over 'n' over it! -I know they did, but I...
...I can't go along with it.
The boy...
...was, what, 5 feet 7 inches tall, right?
And according to the medical examiner, the father was 6 feet 2.
Now, that's a difference of 7 inches.
Now, it's an awkward thing to...
stab down into somebody's chest when he's more than half a foot taller than you are.
Give me that thing!
You won't be satisfied till you see this again, so I'm gonna give you a little demonstration.
Somebody get up.
Ok...
Watch this please, I don't wanna have to do it again.
I'm about 6 or 7 inches shorter than you, right?
Yeah, maybe even a little more.
Well, let it be more.
-Hey, that ain't funny! -What's the matter with you?
Calm down...
Nobody's hurt, right?
Nobody's hurt.
Now...
...there's you angle. Take a look at it. Down and in.
That's the way I would stab a taller man and that's the way it was done.
Now go ahead, tell me I'm wrong.
Down and in! That's how it was done.
Wait a minute, wait a minute! Let me see that!
This is a stiletto, not a switchblade.
I hate these things!
I grew up with them.
Have you ever seen them used in a fight?
Too many of them.
On my stoop, in my backyard...
...a lot across the street...
These came with the neighbourhood where I lived.
It's funny I wasn't thinking of it...
I guess I try to forget those things...
You can't use this kind of knife that way.
You have to hold it like this to release the blade.
In order to stab downwards you have to change your grip.
Well, how do you use it?
Underhand, like this.
Anyone who's ever used one of these would never handle it any other way.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure. That's why it's made like this.
Well, we all agree that that boy is pretty handy with the knife, right?
Yeah, that's right.
You think he could have made the kind of wound that killed his father?
Not with the experience he'd had using these things, no, I don't think he would.
He'd go for my laying...
How do you know? Were you in the room when the father was killed?
No... neither was anyone else.
You're giving us a lot of mumbo jumbo, I don't believe it!
I don't think you can determine the type of wounds this boy might or might not have made,
simply because he knows how to handle a knife.
That's right, that's absolutely right!
What do you think?
Well...
...I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
I don't know!
How about you?
Hey listen, listen, listen... I'll tell you something...
Now, I'm a little sick of this whole thing already, you know?
I mean, all this yapping is getting us nowhere!
So, I'm gonna break it up here.
I'm changing my vote to not guilty!
You're what?
You heard me. I... I've had enough!
What do you mean you've had enough? That's no answer!
Hey listen, you... You just worry about yourself!
He's right!
That is not an answer!
What kind of man are you?
You have been sitting here, voting guilty with everyone else,
because there are a couple of baseball tickets burning a hole in your pocket?
And now you say you're going to change your vote because you've had enough with all the talking?
Alright, listen buddy...
You cannot do this!
You cannot play like this with a man's life!
What is wrong with you?
It is a terrible and ugly thing to do! Do you not care?
Hey, wait a minute!
You can't talk like that to me !
I can talk like that to you!
Now, if you want to vote not guilty, then do it because you are convinced that the man is not guilty,
not because you've had enough.
If you want to vote guilty, then vote that way.
Or don't you have the guts to do what you think is right?
Hey now, listen buddy!
Guilty or not guilty?
I told you, not guilty!
Why?
God damn you, I don't have to tell you anything!
Yes, you do! Say it, why?
Cause I don't think he's guilty...
Mr. Foreman, I wish to call for another vote.
Alright jentlemen,
another vote is called for.
And the quickest way is to show off hands.
Anybody object?
All those in favour of not guilty raise your hands.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... 8.
9.
All those voting guilty, raise your hand.
1...2...
...3.
The vote is 9 to 3 in favour of not guilty.
I don't understand you people!
I mean, all these little picky points you keep bringing up don't mean nothing!
They don't mean nothing!
How can you believe this story?
You're an intelligent man and you're not gonna tell me that you're not, you know the facts of life.
Just look at what we're dealing with here.
You know him!
You know this kid!
This guy other here, I don't know what the hell is going on with him,
all that talk about psychiatrists... Maybe he ought to go to one!
Now look! Let's talk facts.
These people are born to lie.
Now, that's the way they are and no intelligent man is gonna tell me otherwise.
They don't know what the truth is! You take a look at them!
They're different!
They think different, they act different and they don't need some big excuse to kill somebody either.
Well, it's true! Everybody knows it.
Smoking that crack... Nothing but crack he is!
Look at him, smart guy...
...what's that mean, slam the door?...
Anyway, these people they get all drugged up
and BANG!
All of a sudden somebody's lying dead in the gutter...
Ok, look, nobody's blaming'em for. That's just the way they are by nature, you know what I mean?
They're violent! And human life don't mean as much to them as it does to us.
Where are you going?
Look, while you're in there, maybe you ought to clean out your ears, maybe you can hear then.
Now look, listen to me now!
These spics! They stay high on dope and they fight all the time...
Look, if somebody gets killed, so somebody gets killed, they don't care!
They breed like animals...
Ok, sure, there's some good things about them...
Look, I'm the first guy to tell you that...
I've known some who were ok...
...but that's the exception!
You know you're a sick man?
-Sick? -Why don't you sit down?
You old son of a bitch! Who are you?
No, who the hell is he to tell me that?
Sick... Look at him! He can hardly stand up!
No, I'm speaking my piece here today and you're listening!
-Maybe you should... -You shut up, you sit down!
There's not one of them,... not one, that's any good!
NOT ONE!!!
You hear that?
Sympathetic bastards!
And you were to wonder you're so god damn smart...
We're facing a danger, don't you know that?
These wetbacks are multiplying like rabbits!
They come over here illegally and they're multiplying five times faster than my people!
That's five times, brothers!
And they're wild animals!
They're against us, they hate us!
They want to destroy us!
They come over here and they benefit from everything that we've built!
That's right! Don't look at me like that...
There's a danger...
We are living in a dangerous time, brothers!
If we don't smack them down, if we don't do something, every chance we get,
then they're gonna own us!
-They're gonna bring us out of existance... -Shut up!
...I'm warning you! You listen to me...
I'm telling you, this boy...
...put this boy on trial, we got him.
We got him!
That's one at least!
I say that we get him, before his kind gets us!
I don't give a damn about the law!
Why should I? They don't!
-Now, I'm telling you... -I've heard enough!
Won't you just stop all of this!
Come on, wake up man! We can make a difference here!
Sit down...
... and don't open your filthy mouth again!
Alright jentlemen.
Let's finish what we started.
You have made some excellent points.
The last one, in which you proved that the boy couldn't have made that kind of overhand stab wound was very persuasive.
But I still believe the boy is guilty for the murder.
I have two reasons.
One: The evidence given by the woman across the street, who actually saw the murder commited.
... and how... As far as I'm concerned that's the most important testimony in the whole case!
Two...
The fact that the woman described the stabbing by saying she saw the boy raise his arm over his head,
over his head, right up,
and plunge the knife down into his father's chest.
She saw him do it!
The wrong way!
That's right, that's absolutely right!
So let's talk about this woman for a minute here...
She said that she went to bed at about 11 o'clock that night, yes.
Her bed was next to the window,
she could look out while lying down and see directly into the boy's window across the street.
She tossed and turned for over an hour,
unable to fall asleep. Finally...
...she turned towards the window,
at about 10 minutes after 12,
and as she looked out,
she saw the killing through the windows of the passing el train.
She says, the lights went out immediately after the killing,
but that she got a good look at the boy in the act of stabbing his father.
You know, as far as I can see, this is unshakeable testimony!
That's what I mean, it's the whole case!
What do you think?
What about you?
Well...
... I don't know, it's...
There's so many things to shift through... I... I... This is pretty complicated business...
Really, I don't see how we can vote for an acquiter?
Well...
...it's just not easy to arrange the evidence in order.
You can throw out all the other evidence!
The woman saw him do it! What else do you want?
Well... maybe...
Let's vote now.
Alright jentlemen, another vote is called for.
Anyone object?
I'm changing my vote. I think he's guilty...
Anybody else?
What makes you consider this one vote a personal triumph?
I'm the competitive type!
Here's what I think... I think we're a hung jury, let's take it inside to the judge.
What?
-You didn't want a hung jury before... -Well, I do now!
I... I don't understand that.
You thought it was immoral.
I don't anymore...
People in here are so god damn stubborn!
We'll never get this done, we'll be here for a week!
I wanna hear an argument.
I say we're a hung jury...
Well, come on!
You're the leader of the cause, what about it?
Let's go over it again.
We went over it again...
J. Walter Thomson over here has been bouncing back and forth like a ping pong ball!
-Wait a minute... You don't have to call me... -I apologise!
On my knees!
Come on...
Let's get out from under this thing, eh?
Alright, alright...
Maybe we can talk about setting some kind of a time limit.
-What's the time? -Quarter after six.
Quarter after six... Someone before mentioned seven o'clock.
I think that's the point at which we might begin to discuss the question about whether we are a hung jury, or not.
-Excuse me! -Yes.
Don't you feel well?
Oh, I feel perfectly well, thank you very much.
I was saying, 7 o'clock would be...
The reason I asked was that you were rubbing your nose...
I'm sorry to interrupt...
...but you made a gesture,
that reminded me of one of the witnesses...
I was trying to say something here, do you mind?
I think this is important!
Ok, go ahead, please, go ahead...
Thank you!
I hope you'll forgive me for this, but...
...I was wondering why...
...why were you rubbing your nose like that?
Come on now, would you please?
Right now,
I'm talking to this jentleman here.
Now...
Why were you rubbing your nose?
Well, if it's any of your business,
I was rubbing it because it bothers me.
Is it because of your eyeglasses?
It is, yes, it is, could we get on to something else please?
Your eyeglasses make those deep impressions on the side of your nose.
Yes...
I hadn't noticed that before...
They must be annoying.
Oh yes, oh yes, they are... Very, very annoying.
I wouldn't know about that.
I've never worn eyeglasses.
20-20!
Hey come on with the optometrist bit already!
The woman who testified that she saw the killing,
had those same deep marks on the side of her nose.
Wow!
Did you see that?
Please... please... just a minute!
Please! Just a minute...
...and I'll be finished.
I don't know if any of you noticed that...
...I didn't think about it then...
...but, I've been going over her face in my mind...
She had those marks!
She kept rubbing them in court...
-He's right! -He's right, she did do that a lot!
This woman,
was about 45 years old,
making a tremendous effort to look 35...
You know, for her first public appearance...
Dyed hair, heavy make-up
and brand new clothes...
...which would have been more suitable on a younger woman...
...and... no eyeglasses!
See if you can get a picture a mental picture of her.
What do you mean no glasses? You don't know if she wear glasses!
Just because she was rubbing her nose?
She had those marks. I saw them!
So what? What do you think that means?
I saw them too. He's right!
I was the closest one to her...
She had those marks!
What point are you trying to make here?
She had them!
That's the point I'm trying to make... she had those marks!
She had dyed hair and marks on her nose, now I'm asking you, what does that mean?
Could those marks have been made by anything other than eyeglasses?
No... no... they couldn't...
What are you saying? I didn't see any marks!
I... I did... yes, I did...
Strange, I...
...didn't think about it before, strange...
What about the lawyer? Why didn't he say anything?
Look, there's twelve people in here that have been concentrating on this case
and eleven of us didn't think of it.
Alright... Clarence Daryl!
What about the district attorney?
Do you think he'd try to pull a trick like that, letting her testify without her glasses?
Haven't you ever met a woman who needed glasses
but didn't want to wear them because she thought they ruined her looks?
Yeah, my wife!
I'm telling you, she walks out of the house, she takes off her glasses,
she puts them in her purse, she walks down the street and starts bumping into shit...
Maybe the district attorney didn't know either.
Just what I was gonna say.
Alright.
She had marks on her nose, I'm giving you that...
...from glasses...
...she never wore them out of the house...
...so that everybody would think she was gorgeous!
But when she saw that kid killing his father she was in the house!
Alone...!
Do you wear your glasses when you go to bed?
Noone wears eyeglasses to bed, noone...
Then it's logical to say that she wasn't wearing hers in bed either.
-How do you know? -I don't know, I'm just guessing.
And I'm also guessing that when she glanced out the window, she didn't put her glasses on either.
She herself said that she just looked out the window, the murder took place
and one split second later the lights went out.
She wouldn't have had time to put her glasses on then...
Wait a second!
And here's another guess.
Maybe the woman honestly thought she saw the boy kill his father,
I say, she only saw a blur!
How do you know what she saw?
How does he know these things?
You don't know what kind of glasses she wore!
Maybe she was farsighted, maybe they were sunglasses... What do you know about it?
I only know that the woman's eyesight is in question now.
She had to identify a person 60 feet away, in the dark, without glasses.
You can't send someone off to die on evidence like that.
Don't give me that!
You don't think it's possible that the woman made a mistake?
No!
It's not possible...
No, it's not possible!
No 12, is it possible?
Yes... it's possible...
...The kid's not guilty!
No 10, do you think he's guilty?
Yes, I think he's guilty...
...but I couldn't care less.
You smart bastards... you do whatever you want!
How do you vote?
I vote not guilty.
Do whatever you want...
You're the worst son of a...
I think he's guilty!
Does anyone else think he's guilty?
No, I'm... I'm convinced...
What's the matter with you?
I now have... a reasonable doubt.
It's eleven to one!
What about all the other evidence? The knife... all that other stuff... the whole business!
You said we could throw out all the other evidence.
You're alone.
I don't care whether I'm alone or not...
-...it's my right! -It is your right.
What do you want?
I say he's guilty.
-We want to hear your arguments. -I gave you my arguments.
But we're not convinced. We want to hear them again.
We have as much time as it takes.
Everything...
...every single thing that went on in that courtroom... but I mean everything... says he's guilty.
What do you think I am, an idiot or something?
You...
...lousy bunch of bleeding hearts!
Well, you're not going to intimidate me!
I am entitled...
...to my opinion!
I can sit in this god damn room for a year!
Somebody say something...
Look...
...why don't you take all that stuff about...
...the old man, the old man who lived there...
...who heard everything...
...or the knife... What, just because he found one just like it?
The old man saw him!
On the stairs!
What difference does it make how many seconds it took, what is the difference?
Every... single thing...
That knife...
...falling through a hole in his pocket!
You can't prove he didn't get to the door!
Sure, you can hobble around here all you want, but you can't prove it.
I'm telling you...
...every single thing... has been twisted and turned in here!
That business about the eyeglasses... You don't know whether she wore glasses...
The woman testified, god d...! In court!
What do you want?
That's it!
This whole... case...
...the whole thing about the boy...
...yelling out...
...the phrase was...
..."I am going to kill you"...
...and he said it to his own father!
I don't care...
...what kind of a man he was,
it was his father!
God damn rotten kid!
I know what it's like, I know what they can do, I know how they can...
...kill you... every day!
My god...
...don't you see?
Why am I the only one who sees?
Jesus...
I can feel the knife going in...
He's not your boy...
He's somebody else...
Let him live.
Alright...
Not guilty.
We've reached a verdict.
Ok jentlemen, take your seats in the jurybox.
Excuse me...
My name's McCardle.
-What's yours? -Davis.
Well...
So long...