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See ya.

Ms. Balding?

Ms. Balding, it's just me.

Forgot my watch.

Ms. Balding?

Ms. Balding, you want me to bring your dinner upstairs?

Miss Paul?

Oh, mail, huh?

Occupant, occupant, occupant, occupant.

That's funny.

Conrad sent me a birthday card. Oh, he sent it here, huh?

Happy birthday.

Dad, you didn't have to buy me a birthday gift.

But if you had, I would have killed you.

Oh.

A cap.

How fun.

I thought you could use it.

Next time, we go fishing, of course.

Yeah, that would be great.

Yeah, if we do, you might need a new fly rod.

Oh, Dad.

Oh, it's beautiful.

I love it.

Well, we have to go fishing now. How about next weekend? It's all set.

Myers Lake, you and me.

Oh, you are the greatest.

Woo!

Oh.

I've been called for jury duty.

Hey, you don't suppose... I trip.

Oh, come on, Dad. What prosecutor in his right mind would want you on his jury?

You're right.

You're right. There's not a snowball chance in hell I'll ever be on a jury.

As you are aware, Mrs. O'Malley, this is a murder case.

Which means that if the state proves beyond a reasonable doubt...

that Travis Spaulding, with premeditation, murdered his wife, it

duty to find him guilty.

Now, conceivably, he could receive the death penalty.

Now, knowing that, do you believe you could render a guilty verdict?

Yes, I believe I could.

So do I.

Thank you, Mrs. O'Malley.

Juror 6, Ben Matlock.

Mr. Whiteman. Your Honor.

The defense is very well acquainted with Mr. Matlock's qualifications.

I have no reservations that he could render a fair and just verdict.

I gladly accept him as a juror on this case.

Mr. McGonagall?

Afternoon, Mr. Matlock.

How's it feel to be sitting over there?

Strange. I can imagine.

Bet you think I'm going to dismiss you.

Well, I'd understand if you did.

Can you imagine the shrieks of prosecutors all over this country?

McGonagall, you idiot, they'd say.

Why, Ben Matlock is one of the greatest criminal defense lawyers in the nation.

The truth is, in any other case, I'd probably bounce you like a bad chick.

This case against Travis Spaulding's different.

It's airtight.

No holes.

Got it all.

Motive, direct, irrefutable evidence, opportunity.

All I need to win this case are 12 sensible people who understand the

of reasonable doubt.

Now figure who better than Ben Matlock understands the meaning of reasonable

doubt. Well, I have a pretty good idea of what it is and what it isn't. So

should the state.

prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Travis Spalding murdered his wife, could

you act reasonably and find him guilty?

Well, I suppose, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, if you've got the evidence.

Miss Carpenter, you were the Spaulding housekeeper for how many years?

Three and a half.

Well, you spent quite a bit of time with them. How would you characterize their

relationship, their marriage?

Well, the first year or two, it was okay.

Not like newlyweds or anything.

They fought a lot.

About what?

Not long after they were married, Miss Spaulding developed a real bad back

problem. She must have had five surgeries.

Couldn't even walk without her cane.

Anyway, she spent a lot of time at home in bed.

She just wanted Mr. Spalding to spend more time with her, that's all.

Where did Mr. Spalding spend his time?

At work?

Oh, no, Mr. Spalding don't work. He lives off Miss Spalding's money.

He does play a lot of golf.

Recently, had they fought more frequently?

Yes, sir.

Miss Spalding suspected that Mr. Spalding was having an affair.

So she hired a private investigator to find out whether he was or not.

Was he?

Oh, yes, sir.

Then what happened?

Well, they had a huge fight.

When was this?

Ten days before Ms. Spalding died.

Did you hear this fight?

Oh, yes, sir. It was very loud.

What was said?

Well, Ms. Spalding told him that she was filing for divorce, and then she kicked

him right out of the house.

And how did Mr.

Spaulding react to this news?

Well, he was as angry as I've ever seen him.

Said he didn't care about any prenuptial agreements that they had signed and

that he was not leaving that marriage without his fair share.

Did Mr.

Spaulding threaten his wife?

Yes, sir.

He said he would kill her before he would let her divorce him.

Nothing further.

Your witness, Mr. Whiteman.

Mr. Carpenter.

You just like Mr.

Spalding now, don't you?

I... I think Mr.

Spalding married Mrs. Spalding for her money.

He didn't really love her.

And you'd love to see him go to prison for Mrs. Spalding's murder now, wouldn't

you? Well, I think he did it. Really?

Well, why don't you tell us what happened the night you found Mrs.

body? so that we can all understand why you're so convinced that he did it.

Now, it was your day off, and you had come back home because you had forgotten

your watch.

That's right.

And I was on my way to my room when I went through the dining room.

And that was strange, because Miss Balding had made herself dinner, but it

still sitting on the table. She hadn't touched it. And that's when I called

upstairs on the intercom to see if she wanted me to bring it up to her. And

she didn't answer, is that when you went upstairs?

Yes, sir.

And that's when I heard the footsteps running down the back stairway. And you

thought that was Mr.

Spalding? Yes, sir. Did you see him?

No, sir. Did you hear his voice, see his car drive away, smell his aftershave?

No, sir.

So what you're trying to tell us is that on the night of the murder, you didn't

hear a voice or see one...

single thing.

Please, tell the court why you're so convinced that he did it.

Because he threatened her life.

Mrs. Carpenter, if everyone who threatened her life went to jail,

half this courtroom would probably be behind bars.

Nothing further.

Dr. Roberts, you're a medical examiner for the city of Atlanta?

Yes, I am.

And you performed an autopsy on Lenore Spalding? Yes.

What was the cause of death?

Mrs. Spalding died from a severe blow to the head sustained when it hit the

tiled bathtub steps in her bathroom.

In your opinion, could Lenore Spalding's death have been accidental?

I don't believe so, no.

Well, why not? She had a bad back, had trouble walking.

I found traces of ether on Mrs. Spalding's face. Mrs. Spalding was

before she died.

After the housekeeper, Mrs.

Carpenter, told us she heard footsteps running down the back stairs and into

garage, I had my men make a thorough check of the area.

What did your men find, Lieutenant?

In the garage, they found Travis Spalding's monogrammed handkerchief

the pouch of his golf bag.

It was soaked with ether.

Was an ether found by the medical examiner on Mrs. Spalding's face?

Yes. It looked like she had probably been drugged while in bed, taken to the

bathroom where her head was smashed against the tile bathtub steps in the

that it would appear as though she'd had an accident and fell.

Did you have a chance to talk to Mr. Spalding that night?

Yes, I did.

Lieutenant, did you ask Mr. Spalding when was the last time he'd been at his

wife's house?

Yes, he said that he hadn't been inside the house for five days.

Did you later determine that Mr. Spalding's story was untrue? Yes, the

day I received a lab report which indicated that Mr. Spalding's

were found both on the outside and the inside knob of the door leading to the

garage.

Couldn't those fingerprints have been left there from his prior visit five

earlier?

No, as it turns out, the doorknob had been broken.

and had been changed the morning of the day Mrs. Spalding died.

So he had to have been in the house that day.

Well, what did the defendant say when he was confronted with this information?

He changed his story. He admitted that he had been in the house earlier that

to pick up some of his clothes.

He said that he purposely picked that time because he knew his wife was at a

doctor's appointment and wouldn't run into her.

Lieutenant, were you able to come up with anyone who had seen Travis Spalding

the house there that morning?

No. Nothing further.

Your witness, Mr. Whiteman.

Lieutenant.

Can you identify this golf bag?

Yes, that's the defendant's golf bag. It's the one my men found in Mrs.

Spalding's garage.

And down here in this pocket, is this where you found...

Mr. Spalding's monogrammed handkerchief soaked with ether?

Yes, that's correct.

Well, tell me, Lieutenant.

What prompted your men to look inside the pouch of a zippered golf bag for a

piece of evidence they didn't even know existed?

The pouch wasn't completely zipped. The handkerchief was partially visible.

You mean... like... like this?

Approximately, yes.

Well, let me see if I understand what you're saying.

Mr. Spalding killed his wife, then ran down the back stairs into his garage,

where for some inexplicable reason, he feels the need to hide the handkerchief

with which he supposedly drugged his wife.

He then put his monogrammed handkerchief into his own golf bag. and not only

forgets to zip the bag up, but leaves the white handkerchief partially exposed

for all the world to view.

It sort of looks like a white flag, doesn't it?

As if the bag itself were yelling, Hey, Lieutenant!

Over here! Check this out!

Objection!

Sustained, Mr.

Whiteman. Sorry, Your Honor, but... Be honest, Lieutenant.

Doesn't this smack just a little?

Of a textbook frame.

No. Oh, come on.

That golf bag and handkerchief were not sitting in plain view for my men to

find, as you are leading these people to believe. The truth is, that golf bag

was found by my men hidden in the back of a closet in the garage.

Oh, I see.

Your men just happened on it.

After a thorough search of the garage.

That's their job, Mr. Whiteman.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it is now my duty to instruct you in the law

as it pertains to this case.

It is your duty to follow the law.

As jurors, it is your duty to determine the effect and value of the evidence and

to decide all questions of fact.

You must not be influenced by sympathy, prejudice, or passion.

The defendant is innocent unless and until he is proven guilty beyond a

reasonable doubt.

All 12 of you must agree upon a verdict.

Once you have reached the verdict, signal the bailiff and the court will be

reassembled to hear your decision.

The case is now in your hands.

You're an actor?

Yeah. You recognize me?

No, you told the attorney when he was questioning you.

You're Terry the Tuna.

Terry the Tuna?

Wow.

A celebrity.

Can I have your autograph?

Hello. I'm Margie Armstrong.

Henrietta Dorsey. So, what do you think of this case?

Oh. I think we may be out of here pretty fast.

That Spalding guy sure had a smug look in his face, didn't he? Go see him

a couple of beers with the guy.

Larry Cooper.

Jason Brady.

Good to meet you.

So you've been that lot, huh?

Yeah, hi.

Lou Green.

So, what do you think of the case?

Oh, it's, uh, interesting.

That's all?

Interesting?

Maybe we should take our seats.

So,

uh,

what do we do first?

Uh, maybe we could, uh, elect a performance. Yeah.

Any volunteers?

What about you? You're sitting at the head of the table.

I'd be very happy to be foreperson.

I think we should go with him.

Well, why? I mean, you don't know either one of us.

Is it because he's a man?

Were you, uh, some kind of a feminist?

It's okay. Forget it.

I anoint you chief executioner.

Well, uh, I'm really not sure what to do. Uh, uh, I guess we could just start

talking about the case, or if you like, we could take a preliminary vote and see

where we stand.

I say we vote.

There might not be anything to talk about.

All right, unless anybody objects, why don't we do it by a show of hands?

All those in favor of voting guilty.

Those in favor of voting not guilty.

I don't believe this.

You're kidding, aren't you?

Eleven to one.

What's the problem, Mr. Matlock?

The evidence against Travis Farley is pretty strong.

Strong? You lied to the police about being in the house and the fingerprints

were there. What else would you like?

Do you honestly believe he's not guilty?

No. He may very well have done it.

It's just that there are a couple of things I'm confused about.

They should have never put a lawyer on the jury.

What are your questions, Mr. Matlock?

The police think that Travis Spaulding entered

his wife's house through the garage and went upstairs and

poured ether on his handkerchief.

Wait a minute, you're not going to start with a thing about why would he use his

own handkerchief?

No, no.

And they think that he held the ether over his wife's mouth and nose till he

killed her.

Then he heard the maid and went back downstairs and hid the handkerchief in

golf bag.

So what's the problem?

Why did he hide the handkerchief?

I can answer that.

Because he was in a hurry to get out of the house and maybe he was worried that

the maid knew it was him.

I'm sure he didn't want to have the handkerchief on him in case the police

picked him up.

Yeah, but why would he hide the handkerchief at the scene of the murder

knew the police was going to search that house?

for evidence actually i have to admit that that never made a lot of sense to

either i mean it'd be the last place i'd hide it and the ether i mean why did he

hide the handkerchief and take the ether with him that's why you're keeping us

here because of a bottle of ether well maybe it's still in the house did the

police search the house for the bottle no he's right i mean the easy thing the

logical thing is to take both the handkerchief and the bottle out of the

or leave them both there I mean, it doesn't make any sense to take one and

take the other.

Maybe he put the ether on the handkerchief outside the house and then

the bottle out there. Yeah, how about that?

I say again, why would he hide the handkerchief and leave the ether in the

Could he have put the ether on the handkerchief before he left his

Wouldn't he worry about the ether losing some of its potency on the way over to

the house?

Wait a minute, what's wrong with you people? The guy was going to be out ten

million bucks.

You see, divorced him. I mean, didn't you listen?

He told her he was going to kill her.

Fingerprints are at the house, and you people are talking about some stupid

bottle that nobody gives a damn about. I mean... I'm sorry, I do give a damn

about it.

I give a damn, too.

Well, then you're as stupid as he is.

You know what? I'm getting tired of the way that you talk to people. Okay. All

right, people, hey, hey, hey. Come on, hey.

Let's just settle down. I really think you guys are focusing on the small

I mean, think about the evidence against this guy.

Hallelujah. Listen, there are a lot of people here who haven't voiced their

opinion, and I think we should hear from them.

How about you, Henrietta?

Oh, I think the man did it.

I guess I don't care very much about this bottle thing or what he should have

done if he was smarter.

Fact is, he was there.

And he lied about being there.

What about you, Lionel?

Well, um...

Didn't he say he'd kill her if she divorced him?

That's exactly what he said.

Oh, come on.

We've all said, I'll kill you for that, or I'll kill you if you're late.

You heard what the lawyer said. If that was a crime, we'd all be in jail.

I know that.

It's just that he was going to lose $10 million.

Jennifer?

Do we know if Travis Balding has a criminal record?

We can't consider that.

It wasn't part of what was said in court. No one asked for your legal

Mr. Matlock. I was just trying to tell you that we can't consider... Why don't

you keep your mouth shut and let other people talk?

Look, there's no reason to be rude. Listen to me.

Rich punks like Travis Spaulding, they think they're above the law.

Well, not here, not now.

I see guys like him at my garage every day.

They drive in in their big, fancy cars.

Talk to me like I don't exist.

That doesn't mean he's guilty.

I think we should take another vote.

Fine.

Anybody have a problem with that?

Maybe this time we should write our votes down.

Why? People should have the guts to stand by their decision.

People should have the right to vote.

The way they feel without worrying about having their head bitten off.

Fine. What do I care?

Uh, guilty.

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

That's nine guilties and three not guilties.

Well, you know what they say.

It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind.

Don't you dare talk to me like that.

All right, fess up. Who's the other person who voted not guilty?

You don't have to answer that.

It's me.

Well, I should have figured that.

What does that mean?

Forget it.

No, I want to know what you meant by that, Ramon.

It isn't worth it.

I want to know what he meant.

Half your cousins are probably in jail.

You and your people, this country opens its arms to you.

It doesn't matter that you crawl across the border and steal real jobs from real

Americans.

Real Americans?

I'm a United States citizen.

I pay taxes just like anybody else in this room.

Yeah, yeah.

Don't talk down to me, man.

You sit there, pretending to be one of us.

I got news for you when we go.

You never will be.

You'll never even get close.

The real Americans!

The real Americans!

The real Americans!

I think we should tell the judge what's going on in here.

What's he going to do?

I don't know.

You can't tell me this is what happens on most juries.

Why don't we just tell him we're a hung jury? We are not a hung jury unless we

give up. Now, we just can't throw in the towel because we disagree with each

other.

Nobody said that this was going to be easy.

Hey, Ben, what do you think?

Why don't we break for lunch?

What?

Aren't you hungry?

If we eat, maybe we'll cool down.

I second the motion. Oh, is that okay with everybody else? Yeah.

So what do we order?

You work

here in town?

Yeah, phone company.

I used to.

I'm in between jobs now.

Oh.

You? Interior design.

Very good.

Wow.

What a coincidence.

I drink water, too.

You going to get that pickle?

No, it's all yours.

You know, it's none of my beeswax, but you might want to watch your salt

You sound like my daughter.

I do 40 push -ups every morning.

Daggone. Of course, I need an oxygen tent when I'm done.

Ramon, Ramon, hey,

you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry about the fight, you know.

You don't have to apologize. I don't think I would have acted any

No, but he's just an angry man, you know.

He sure is.

Listen, you think you're ready to give it another shot?

Yeah.

Okay, people, let's go to work.

Oh,

everybody, please, please. Come on, let's get back to the housekeeper's

testimony. What did we get from her?

We get that Lenore Spaulding couldn't stand the sight of her own cooking.

No, don't you remember?

This isn't a joke. The maid said that Lenore Spaulding made herself an entire

meal, but she didn't eat a bite of it.

She couldn't stand the sight of her own cooking.

You make jokes.

But when you think of it, this...

weak woman, hurting from a bad back, took all the pain and effort

to walk, what do they say, 23 steps, downstairs, to fix herself

supper, and then just leaves it there on the table and goes back upstairs

to sleep.

This is worth a lot of time. Maybe we should spend a couple of days here to

about Lenore Spalding feeding habits.

Son, I wasn't rude to you when you spoke.

I'm not asking you to agree with me.

But I am asking you for what we've all been decent enough to give you.

A little respect.

Henrietta, my guess is that Lenore Spaulding felt sick when she got

Lost her appetite.

and decided to go back to her room.

It's odd, though. She had the strength to walk up 20 -some steps, but she

have it in her to put the milk back in the icebox.

May I remind you, the woman was worth $20 million.

Do you think she cared about a carton of milk?

You know, there is another explanation for that.

But what if Lenore Spalding wasn't drugged in her bed like the police said?

I mean, what if she made herself dinner and was drugged before she ever ate and

was then dragged upstairs and killed?

I don't believe this.

Well, why not? The police didn't find a trace of ether on her bed or on her

pillow. It would explain why the food wasn't eaten.

They didn't find any ether in the dining room either.

You're losing your mind, Pierre.

Wasting all this time talking about how she was killed, where she was drugged,

why she didn't eat. It doesn't matter.

What matters is who.

And we know who.

Okay, come on. Let's just move on.

Basically, didn't the housekeeper just testify about Travis Spalding's motive?

It's not like she saw or she heard anything that pointed to him as the

Did the housekeeper say she parked in front of the house?

Yeah.

Well, why do you suppose she didn't mention seeing Travis Spalding's car

out there?

He was committing a murder inside.

It would have been an idiot to park in front of the house.

Yeah, I always figured he parked the car in the garage and decided to close it

from the inside.

What kind of car did he drive?

A Testarossa. It's Italian.

Tom Cruise has one, I think. It's a Ferrari.

What kind of engine?

12 -cylinder, 423 horsepower.

What's that matter?

Must have made a bunch of racket.

So?

Especially if it was parked in a closed garage.

Don't you see? It would have sounded like an echo chamber in there.

If Travis Balding started the car, the maid would have recognized the sound

immediately. But she said she didn't hear anything but footsteps.

Maybe he didn't use his own car.

Did any of you consider the possibility that maybe he didn't park in his garage?

Maybe he parked a block away?

Maybe he took a bus?

That's certainly possible.

I want to know why you people are trying to let this rich boy off.

We're just considering the evidence there.

Give me a break. The facts in this case were as plain as the nose on your face.

He had motive. He had opportunity.

Fingerprints were there. He knew it was the maid's day off.

I don't care where he parked or what he drove.

I don't know you, but I'll bet that if it was your life we were talking about,

you'd be out there praying that we'd consider every angle, every possibility.

Well, you're just trying to twist things so you can let them walk.

The maid didn't see him, the maid didn't hear him, the maid didn't hear his car.

We don't even know if he was in the house when this murder was committed.

His fingerprints were on the door.

That could have happened at any time.

Then why did he lie?

Because he was scared.

He knew he was suspected of murder. Does that lie prove, beyond a reasonable

doubt, that this man committed this murder?

May I interrupt?

It's been a while since we've taken a vote. Anybody object?

I say we do it by show of hands.

Anybody have a problem with that?

All those in favor of a guilty verdict.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Okay, those in favor of a not guilty verdict.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Six guilty, six not guilty.

You happy now?

Hey, Ben, the guy is a sucker for a left hook.

Will you shut up?

You think I'm trying to get the defendant off. I'm not.

Well, as Joe Friday used to say, let's look at the facts.

We started with one not guilty. Now there are six, thanks to you. All I hope

that each person will vote the way they believe.

No, what you hope is that each person will vote the way you believe.

You know.

I'll give you credit. You're pretty smart. You're probably a very good

the way you poked holes in all this evidence. But I think he did it.

And there's really nothing you can do to change my mind.

How long do juries usually stay out?

Depends.

Capital cases take a long time. I once waited for a verdict for 11 days.

They finish when they finish.

11 days?

I say we call it quits.

Tell the judge we're deadlocked. You got a hot date?

No, I don't have a hot date.

But let's get real. We've been here all day and we're further away than we were

before.

Hey, uh...

I hope you people understand why I voted guilty.

I don't mean to be difficult, but I just don't see enough reasonable doubt.

You don't have to apologize to anybody.

I know.

I guess I feel guilty agreeing with anything Larry Cooper says.

Well, you know what they say.

Rich men don't go to jail for murder. Now I know why.

You think this Finn Matlock really cares that the guy's rich?

I don't know.

But these defense attorneys, they don't do anything to get their clients off.

It's not his client.

You think Ben Matlock's right?

No.

But he seems honest.

Come on. We should go back.

I almost forgot to take my vitamins.

What's the program?

Well, uh, we were discussing calling the bailiff and having him tell the judge

that we're in an impasse. I say do it. We've only been at it six hours. Sounds

like a good idea to me.

Will you look at that?

Oh, here, Mr. Green.

It's okay, I got it.

I got it.

Uh, could I see the pictures of the murder scene?

Oh, what now?

You believe Travis Spaulding killed his wife?

Yeah, I do.

Hey, how'd he do it?

How'd he do it?

Yeah, how'd he do it?

Like the police said, she was in bed. He covered her mouth with ether to knock

her out.

Then he took her to the bathroom and cracked her head on the tile bathtub

How'd he get her to the bathroom?

I don't know.

Well, he probably dragged her.

These pictures were taken by the police. This is Mrs. Spalding's bedroom, you

know, that they took just after they found her dead. Right, right? Right,

Okay.

There are no rug marks on the carpet.

What does that mean?

Rug marks. If he dragged his wife from the bedroom to the bathroom across the

thick carpet, shouldn't there be rug marks where her feet dragged? No.

Now, come on, wait. Isn't it possible that Travis Boulding put a gun to his

wife's head and forced her into the bathroom?

The maid said Mrs. Boulding couldn't walk without her cane.

Where's her cane?

Next to her bed.

All right, he carried her.

Larry, would you be willing to be part of a... Demonstration?

What do you mean, a demonstration?

A demonstration.

I'll make a deal with you.

You give me this, and if some of you still believe this man killed his wife,

then I'll tell the bailiff we're a hung jury myself.

I think that's fair, Larry.

Very fair.

That's right.

Fine. Good.

How much would you say that Mr.

Spalding weighed? 140,

145 pounds?

What do you weigh, Larry?

I'm 155.

Perfect. We know from the medical examiner that Mrs. Spalding weighed 180

pounds. 180 pounds.

Henrietta, roughly how much... In your dreams, huh?

Am I involved?

I'm afraid so.

Would you be part of the demonstration?

Doing what?

Just...

Getting up on this table?

Ten dollars a day, 15 cents a mile, and that grin you got on your face ain't

enough to get me up on this table.

How about... Please, Henrietta.

Oh. Please.

Please.

Okay.

There. Okay, now you go ahead. Here you... You just... Here we go. All

thank you. Now just get up there. On your back, face up.

This is embarrassing. Only take a minute. Only take a minute.

There you go.

There you go. Okay.

Oh, that's perfect for under her head.

Okay.

There we go.

Oh, all right.

Larry, pick her up.

Excuse me.

Well. We know that Mrs. Spalding didn't walk in the bathroom. We know that her

husband didn't drag her in there. So that means he had to pick her up and

her more than 30 feet.

This is stupid.

Afraid you can't do it there?

Why don't you be quiet, old man?

This isn't going to prove anything.

One of the first things you said when you walked into this room was that you

thought Mrs. Spalding hadn't sweated a day in his life.

Well, if Mrs. Spalding... Spaulding was able to pick up his wife's body.

And Larry shouldn't have any problems doing it.

Come on, Larry. What's it going to hurt?

If you do it, we're out of here.

I'd like you to do it, Larry.

How would I?

You drop me, boy.

There's going to be another murder trial, and you get to be the one that's

Go ahead, Larry. Pick her up. Carry her across the room.

He

can't

lift her.

I don't believe you.

You want to give me a minute? All right, come on, Larry. Just take your hands

off me.

You're a strong man, Larry.

You look a lot stronger than Travis Balder.

He couldn't have done it. I can do it.

That's enough, Larry. You're going to hurt yourself and Henrietta.

Thank you.

Well,

I'm convinced.

I'm changing my vote.

Me too.

He couldn't have done it.

Well, I think he could.

I think you're wrong.

Larry, you don't like me, and I don't care.

This isn't about winning or losing.

A man's life is at stake.

If you believe, beyond a reasonable doubt, this man killed his wife, then

to your vote.

But don't stick to your vote for the wrong reason.

Okay, you can call the bailiffs.

Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We, the jury, in the matter of the people versus Travis Boulding on the

of murder in the first degree, find the defendant not guilty.

Thank you, members of the jury. You are dismissed.

This court is adjourned.

Henrietta, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

I wanted to say goodbye.

How very kind of you.

You were a great foreperson. Thank you so much.

Oh, you take care. You take care.

Bye -bye. Well, best of luck to both of you.

And I'll be watching for you on TV.

You too.

Excuse me.

It, uh, takes a great man's chance at mine.

Good luck.

Hey, Ramon.

You too.

Oh, that was some day.

Today we decide a man's life.

Tomorrow I go back and play gin.

Put a lawyer on all of these juries.

Might learn something.

Oh, guys, I gotta go.

We're just like that. We never see each other again.

It was brief.

I'll see you around.

Bye.

So long, Ben. You too.

You know, you can be a royal pain, Ben.

Back at you.

So I could buy you a beer?

I'd like that.