All language subtitles for We the jury 2016

Happy birthday, William!

Thanks, Mum.

Ta-dah! Aw...

I've got a very special present
for you this year, William.

- Really? - What's the one thing
you've always wanted more than

anything else, ever since
you were a little boy?

That putty where you put your finger
into it and it makes a fart noise.

- No. - Oh, the little megaphone
where you speak into it

and it makes your voice go
high like a little alien.

- No. - Trainers that light up
when you walk.

- No. - Oh, one of those little rubber
things and when you turn it

- inside out, you pop it on a table
and it pops up into the air. - No.

Marble maze,
a great big marble maze.

No. Not a gift, I mean in life.

What's your biggest ambition,
William?

Well, that's easy -
it's to do jury service.

To answer the call and perform
one of the most important tasks

known to humankind - the task...

BOTH: ..of justice.

That's right.

My little juror,
just like your father.

Yeah. Thanks to Dad
and his fellow noble jurors,

Melvin Baish is right
where he belongs.

At home with his wife and kids.

Your father once stopped
an innocent man from going to prison.

Now it's your turn.

Happy 30th, my angel.

Oh, my God!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh!

[THEY LAUGH AND CHEER]

I can't believe
it's finally happened.

Years of sifting through the post
and finding nothing but disappointment.

- Is everything OK?
- Yeah.

It just... It just says here
that I need to be there today.

That can't be right, can it? They're
meant to tell you weeks in advance.

Oh, yes, I wanted to save
it for your birthday, you see.

- What?
- It came ages ago,

but I thought it'd be nice for you
to have it on your actual birthday.

You thought...?

This says I need to be there
in half an hour.

Oh, well, you can be a bit late -
it is your special day.

Late for justice? Never in my life.

Good luck, William.

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, won't you
tell me the truth now... ♪

Hi there.

[SCANNER BLEEPS]

♪ Don't wanna hear an excuse now...

♪ Just give me, give me the truth

♪ Gotta give me,
give me the truth... ♪

Hi. William Cryer.

♪ Gotta give me, give me the truth

♪ Gotta give me, give me the truth

♪ All you gotta do is...

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh,
won't you tell me the truth now

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Don't wanna hear an ex... ♪

Jennifer Aschenbach...

Don Cooley...

- Lucas Crawford... - Oh, God.
- ..William Cryer.

- Yes! - ..and Hugh Ruben-Jackson
have been selected

as members of the jury.

I can't believe we made it.

12 angry men.

And women. There's plenty
of angry women here, too.

It's, er... It's a film.
12 Angry Men - it's about a jury.

- None of you look angry.
- Don't we?

[DOOR OPENS]

Hello, the jury.

I'm Judge Henman,
just giving you a heads-up -

this case is probably going to be
a long one, a proper slog.

Which one of us will be the foreman?

The defendant is one
Darren Levinson, a croupier at

a local casino, accused of murdering
a work colleague.

Yes, folks, it's a murder trial.

- Yes! Get in!
- Yes! - Yeah!

Congratulations.
Murder is the dream.

Oh, hey, hey, we should show
some restraint, surely.

Hey, this is my final case, baby.
New rules!

Rule number one is, be cool.

- What's your name, moody?
- Jen. - No way!

- That's my name! - Two people
with the same name. That's crazy!

No, you can't both be called Jen -
it's too confusing.

This is murder, remember? Let's not
make it harder than it already is.

Well, fine, I can be called Jen One
and you can be called...

- Wolf!
- Wolf!

- Like the animal!
- That's so cool.

- Great nickname, Wolf.
- Who do you think the foreman will be?

Now, Jen One, rule number two
in my courtroom is,

don't be a party-pooper, OK?

Well, surely if she's called Wolf,
I could go back to being Jen.

That would work if your name
wasn't already Jen One, but it is,

- so...
- OK, great chat.

See you in court for the super-cool
murder trial we're all doing later.

This guy's the foreman.

- Lucas. Commiserations to the rest of you.
- No-one wants to be foreman, mate.

Most of us don't even
want to be here.

Congratulations, mate. Well played.

I don't mind being deputy foreman,
if no-one else wants it.

No-one else wants it because
deputy foreman isn't a thing.

Sorry about that, William.

How do you know my name's William?

Oh, boy. You're going to be
an excellent juror, aren't you?

I know your name's William
because you're the only one

wearing a name badge, birthday boy.

How could you possibly
know that it's...?

Oh, don't say
what you're about to ask him.

Figure it out in your head first.

Hey, if Wolf had a name badge,
you know what it would say?

Would it say 'Wolf'?

Yeah.

Crazy.

[HE MOUTHS]

Don't wave.

- Guilty.
- Very guilty.

This won't take long.

You're not supposed to say that
- we haven't even started yet.

- He looks guilty.
- Big time.

Yeah, but does he only look
guilty because he's in court?

- I'm in court, I don't look guilty.
- Guilty of being cool, maybe.

- Hey, we should sit next to each other.
- I don't mind swapping. - Nice.

- Coming through.
- Oi!

- Sam.
- Wolf.

- You're so cool. - I think
the defendant looks quite nice.

- Yeah, he seems like a good bloke.
- You can't really say that either.

PC brigade over here,
censoring everybody.

No, I just think we should be
professional, you know,

sort of focus, focus.

Hello! Where's that chap off to?

Oh, that's the, er...
That's the courtroom artist.

What a lot of people don't know
about courtroom artists

is they're not actually allowed
to draw in court,

so what they have to do
is memorise what somebody

looks like, then nip out and
draw it somewhere else.

How's he meant to do good drawings
of us if he's not looking at us?

- I think he just remembers.
- Well, that sounds terrible.

Sh-sh-sh-sh.
The opening statements are starting!

Who cares? That guy's
going to draw ugly

- pictures of us and show them
to everyone. - Is he?

Is he going to show them to EVERYONE?

The Oxford English Dictionary
describes murder as the...

- Yes, Wolf. - Who gets to see
that artist guy's drawings?

It depends how bad they are.

If he makes you look like a
pack of mingers,

then we'll probably pass them
round chambers once or twice.

She's called Wolf. Short for Jen.

Carry on.

The Oxford English Dictionary
describes murder as

"the unlawful, premeditated killing
of one human being by another".

I describe murder as despicable.

Darren Levinson would probably
describe murder as

his favourite thing - a bit of
a laugh, maybe even a hobby.

I would describe Darren Levinson
as a naughty man.

(A naughty man.)

And all I ask of you, the jury,
is to agree with me,

not just about this point,

but about every point I raise
throughout this entire trial,

because only then
can justice be served,

and only then can we put a stop
to murder forever.

Should they be clapping?

- You a bit of a drawer?
- Sorry?

You a bit of a drawer?

Oh, my God, what a day!

I could just keep on going
and going, couldn't you?

This is everything I always
dreamed it would be.

I agree. This is everything I've
always dreamed it would be.

Glad to see someone else
taking this seriously.

What, maintaining the balance
of right and wrong? Hell, yeah!

Me too. I'm a primary school teacher,
so it comes with the territory.

- What's your excuse?
- Oh, it runs in the family.

- My dad was a juror back in '91.
- Oh, wow! What was the case?

Embezzlement. The accused was
an auctioneer named Melvin Baish.

It was actually one of the quickest
cases in the history of all court cases,

because my father's jury made the
right decision and they made it fast.

Most of the witnesses were auctioneers.
They speak incredibly quickly,

- so it was over in a couple of days.
- Golly-gosh! What was the verdict?

Oh, innocent. Dad knows
an innocent man when

he sees one - I can
tell you that for free.

- And what's your daddy doing now?
- He's in prison.

Ah.

OK.

[HE CLAPS]
Foreman speaking.

Let's get down to business.

I don't like this courtroom artist
situation any more than the rest of you,

so I propose we run
a little experiment.

One of you goes outside and does a
drawing from memory of another juror.

If it's good, we can all relax.

If it's bad, then we know we've got
a problem on our hands.

I can draw. I love drawing -

I've got my own art kit
and I doodle in my downtime.

Well, very well, let's pick
someone for you to draw.

Jen One should be OK -
she's not got a complex face.

Great. I love drawing people
with funny hair.

But I have to go home now -
I can't stay for drawing.

You can't go home! We've just
finished our first day of jury duty -

we need to hit the town
and celebrate.

I'd be up for hitting the town.

Very well. We'll all go for a drink
as a jury and while we're there,

- Hugh can try and draw Jen One.
Everyone wins. - I'm not sure I win.

I've got my art kit - I'm all set.

Well, maybe just a quick one,
but I can't stay late.

[LOUD DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]

I own a building supply company.

That's great. Er...

Mr Martin, but friends
call me Mr Martin.

- Sorry, did you say you're
called Martin? - Ha-ha!

No, Mr Martin. If my first name was
Martin, I'd be called Martin Martin.

[HE LAUGHS]

And what do you do?

- I'm a juror.
- Oh, wow! I did jury duty once.

What's your actual job, though?

- I'm a juror.
- I thought you worked in a cinema.

That is not who I am.
I'm a juror and I always have been.

That's impossible.

Thank you.

Hugh's been gone for a while now.

It doesn't matter how long
he's gone for.

The point is, he leaves the
nightclub and does a drawing

of Jen One, a fair test.

If the drawing's rubbish,

then we know we've got a problem
with this courtroom artist.

But how does this test
prove anything?

I mean, Hugh isn't even a courtroom
artist - he's a member of the jury.

I don't even know what his job is.

Didn't he say he does
something really snooty,

- like run a members-only club?
- No, that's me.

I run a members-only club,

and you just blew what little chance
you had of ever becoming a member.

Yeah?

Well, you just got yourself banned
from Ballard's amusement arcade,

mate. We can all play that game.

Blam! Banned from the arcade.

During my shifts,
Monday to Thursday daytimes.

You can go ahead
and ban me, too, man.

Members' clubs are sad -
too many rules.

Oh, yeah, not like this place, where
people are allowed to piss wherever

they like. Yeah, I agree - you
definitely belong here, both of you.

You don't know me.
You think I'm not sophisticated?

Why don't you ask me what my job is?

- What's your job? - I'm a poet,
and you didn't even know it.

Ooh. Are you really a poet?

Because you just rhymed "poet"
with "know it", you know?

Like a child does?

You just got yourself banned
from Stanza Bonanza.

- Tuesday nights at
the Wheatsheaf, yeah? - Oh.

MUSIC: On The Regular by Shamir

We don't like to pigeonhole
ourselves. It's pretty alternative.

Wow! I wish I could play the guitar.

What's your band called?

- Trudge. - What?
- T-R-U-D-G-E.

- Trudge. - Ugh. Can you spell
"depressing" as well?

I like country or western music.

Who wants to see my drawing?

Oh, finally. Thank you, Hugh.

Right, he's been hanging out
with you all day -

he thinks you look like...

- that.
- That's really good, actually, Hugh.

I like it. It's like you've
drawn a photograph.

It's not like he's drawn a photograph!
We're in deep shit.

He was gone longer than the
courtroom artist as well, wasn't he?

That's because you made him go outside.
He would've had to queue

to get back in again.

No worries. I love queuing.

Hugh, what is it that you do?

- I'm a supervisor at the bureau de
change. - What? - Bureau de change.

It means bureau... of change.

We change your money into other money at
the Post Office. We have our own window.

Is that why you said you like
queues earlier?

- You tell me.
- Yes?

- Yeah!
- So, are you rich, then?

Nah, I just love currency.

Do you know Australian money is
waterproof and in America they don't

call it money,
they call it 'Benjamins' - what?!

That guy is so cool.

Listen. We all need to keep an eye
on this bastard courtroom artist.

At this point,
it's priority number one.

It's no good solving a murder case if
you're forever remembered as a munter.

Even though you don't wear glasses,

I can see why he's given you glasses.
Do you know what I mean?

- You've got a glasses vibe.
- So, what's this case about, then?

Oh, no way. It's a big secret.

We can't tell a single person
outside the courtroom.

He doesn't have an alibi and the
murder weapon was found in his own

bedroom, so it's already
looking pretty bad.

Wow! Do you think you're going
to crack the case?

- Pardon? - Do you think
you're going to crack the case?

- What case?
- The court case you're on jury for.

I don't know what you're
on about, mate.

You were just telling me
how you're...

- He told her what?!
- I'm so, so sorry.

Save it, William. Blabbing's
the one thing everyone

knows you shouldn't do,
and you did it immediately.

- You're fired.
- Oh, you can't fire people.

Yes, I can, because I'm the foreman,

and now you're fired
and your name's Jen Two.

- Demoted. - So, is she fired
or demoted, mate?

Both. And I'd do the same to you if
it wasn't exactly what you wanted.

Does this mean I won't get
a pay rise or a company car?

How will this affect
my pension, boss?

I'm not so sure she'll blab. She says she
done jury service herself in the past.

Oh! So she's industry!
That's fine, man.

Once a juror, always a juror.

No. Not once a juror,
always a juror.

Just once a juror.

Wolf's right. All William did was
tell another juror -

that's like telling one of us.

Totally. It's like if a butcher
told another butcher

about a murder.

I'm a butcher, and I didn't tell
anyone about the murder.

No-one's accusing you
of anything, Don.

I can't believe
I've messed up so soon -

- it's day two and I've already let
my father down. - Oh, please.

I heard what you said to Jen Two.

Your father's in prison, William.

For a crime he didn't commit.

And if he'd had a good jury
instead of a bad jury,

- he'd be a free man by now.
- OK, OK, William, William,

did you get this lady's number?

- Yes. - My man!
- Thanks, Mr Martin. - Right.

Ring her up,
find out what she knows.

No, you can't ring her
the very next morning.

You have to wait three days at least.

I rang my Tina the very next morning.
Didn't do me no harm.

- Good point, Don.
- Tell William what you did, Don.

I pretended it was a wrong
number and that I meant

- to ring the fire brigade.
- Neat little trick.

Oh, hi, Doctor, it's me.

Sorry? Who is this? Fiona?

I'm so sorry, Fiona,

I've rung you by mistake when
I was meant to ring my doctor.

I wasn't going to ring you
for another three days.

It's William.

William from last night.

William the juror.

There's the murder trial, the croupier
who killed his work colleague?

He doesn't have an alibi. They found
the body next to his blackjack table.

They found the murder weapon
in his own bedroom.

Yes, William, yes!
Hello, hi. How are you doing?

Oh, hey, while I've got you
on the phone, I wanted

to know how much you
remember about the case.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but a casino -

that's chock-full of security
cameras, am I right?

- Yes. - And it's your job
to watch those screens, yes?

Most people don't realise, sometimes
poems don't even need to rhyme -

- you can just use cool words.
- Yeah, man. I love cool words.

I've got a cool word for you -
shut up.

Ugh. Son of a bitch.

I'm hung over -
he can't draw me today.

I hate him so much.

You should. You'll come out of this
the worst - you look like shit.

- Watch your mouth, jumper-shoulders!
- This is court.

It's the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

I was just being honest.

You're just being rude,
actually, mate.

That's what being honest is.

He's right.

I don't want to get kicked
off the jury, Mr Martin.

I've worked my whole life for this.

Relax, buddy. I've been in some sticky
situations during my rise to the top.

I know just how to handle
this sort of thing.

Arrange a meet-up. It's time
to bribe this young lady.

Hey, guys.

Are you openly discussing bribing
people while we're in court?

Just being honest. The truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth.

You can't just say, "The truth..."

Relax. We're jurors.

Excuse me?

He means we've got immunity
when it comes to illegal stuff.

Chill out, Jen One.

Oh, hey. I'm going
to rob a shop after this,

- if you fancy robbing a shop.
- Don't wind me up.

I know you're not robbing a shop.

The truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

I like to say that as well.

He's back! Everyone look
as fit as you can!

Hey, um, I just wanted to say,
I thought it was really cool that you

didn't wait ages
to ask me out on a date.

- It's so refreshing.
- Yeah, I'm not that guy.

I'm looking forward to seeing
this film - I love John Cusack.

Me too!
Ever since Runaway Jury.

Wow, I've never met anyone
who loves Cusack as much as me.

Do you think he'll be
a juror in this film, too?

Um, I think it's set in the jungle.

Jungle jury.

Say, Fiona, would you...
Would you care for some popcorn?

No, thanks.

Are you sure? It's...
It's mighty tasty.

Well, sure, why not?

- What's this? - Why don't you
open it up and find out?

More cinema tickets?

You don't even know how well
this date's gone yet.

- They're not for us - they're just
for you. - I don't understand.

No, just keep them, it's cool.

These are tickets for the film
we're about to see.

Yeah, it's a different screening,
though, so you can

- bring a friend who hasn't
seen it before. - Why?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe
because you're not going to tell

anyone about all of the murder trial
stuff I said the other night.

Are you trying to bribe me?

- Yes.
- With cinema tickets?

And... Ooh.

I'm going to report you
to the police.

Oh, come on. I'm a juror - who do
you think they're going to believe?

Well, when you're on trial,
maybe I'll be on the jury.

That'd be a huge coincidence, wouldn't it?
Anyway, you're not a juror, I am,

so it's more likely that I
will be on the jury and

then I'll be very nice
to myself and I'll say,

- "Not guilty."
- I wasn't going to tell anyone about

your boring trial but now
I am, because this is

probably the worst date
I've ever been on!

Don't leave! You're going to miss
the film- John Cusack!

I've got two tickets
to a different screening,

so I'd rather wait and see
it with someone else.

- Not another guy, though?
- Yeah, actually.

Probably my friend
Jake from art class.

Oh, cool, how long have you
been doing art class?

This isn't a date any more, William!

- Can you move, please?
- All right.

- Fiona.
- No!

- Fiona... Sorry about this.
- No!

He's out of control. I mean,
if he can make me look this bad,

imagine what he's going to do
with the rest of you.

- He'll have a field day.
- That wasn't by the courtroom artist.

That was another drawing
that Hugh did of you.

If anything, I think you
should be worried about

- whether Hugh even likes you or not.
- Who cares?

I doubt that idiot likes anything
as much as he likes change.

- Who the hell does?
- I've solved it!

I've got the answer
to both our problems!

Have you really(?)
And the answer is...?

Are you telling me this lady
knows the Wi-Fi code

and what happened
to my birthday cake?

No, Don, I'm telling you
that she is an artist, and

what happens when you put an
artist into the courtroom?

They will catch enough fish to feed
themselves for a lifetime.

You guys want rid of
the courtroom artist

and I told this lady about the
murder when I shouldn't have, OK?

So what if we get
the courtroom artist fired

and replace him with her?
She's allowed to

know everything if she's
the courtroom artist.

Plus she's way better than the
old artist, look. Show them.

- That's Michael Jackson.
- Correct.

Now, all we need to do
is convince the judge.

Well, in all my years,

I've never had a jury ask me
to fire a courtroom artist.

And hire a new one -
she's very good.

She's taking fine art
evening classes,

her teacher says that
her work is "groovy".

- And what's wrong with this chap?
- He's a fucking prick.

Have you ever seen his drawings?

- No. - Oh, come on,
show them a sketch, mate.

I'm sure this will put
all your worries to rest.

- Who's that meant to be?
- It's Darren. - Who's Darren?

Darren is the name of the defendant.

- Oh, yeah. The guilty fella.
- Right.

This is no better than
one of Hugh's drawings.

- Thank you. - It's god-awful.
You've not made him look guilty enough.

Was I meant to make him look guilty?

Yeah, because guilty is
what he looks like,

so if you've not made him look guilty,
you've not captured him, have you?

He's already been captured, Sam.

- That's why he's in court.
Poetry. - Oh, nice.

See? Even they're
better artists than you are.

They didn't draw anything - she just
made a joke and they fist-bumped.

And then she said the word
"poetry" for some reason.

Right, you aren't allowed
to draw me, mate.

If you do a drawing of me,
then I'll do a drawing of you,

and I'll draw a speech bubble
coming out of your mouth,

and I'll write "wanker" in the speech
bubble and show it to everyone.

Right, so you're going to do a drawing
of me saying the word "wanker".

Let me see it.

Is this a hand or a paw?

OK, look, I don't tell you how to judge,
so don't tell me how to draw, OK?

But she's judging your drawing,
so you are telling her how to judge,

aren't you, pal?

- Oh! Un-come-back-able!
- Right, that's it, I don't need this.

I quit. I mean, sketching
from memory in the corridors?

Dealing with obnoxious jurors?

Getting hassled by undercover cops?

A true artist can't be expected
to work under these conditions.

You're not really a true artist, though,
are you? Not like a Picasso and stuff.

Oh, no? Well, you'll do well
to remember that you cannot spell

"courtroom artist" without "artist"!

[HUGH GASPS]
He's right!

I knew we'd be the best jury.

Bad juries send
innocent men to prison,

but good juries work as a team,

and today we pulled together
and forced a man to quit his job.

Quite so.
Welcome aboard, young lady.

Hold on, I didn't know
I had to go out in the

corridor and draw from memory
- that's way too hard.

Sorry, I think you're
going to have to find

- somebody else.
- No, wait... Maybe...

Maybe we could make an exception.

- I beg your pardon? - Well, I mean,
she's going to be drawing you, too,

- Judge. You want her to make you
look nice, don't you? - Hmm.

I like where this is going.

- If I could just clarify, do you mean
to tell me...? - Stay still!

- Do you mean to tell me...?
- Both of you.

Do you mean to tell me you...?

Hey, it's important you guys are
looking at me during all this.

Over here, maybe?

Do you mean to tell me
you had no idea he'd actually

left the building?

Oh, I'm going to prison.

Evening, William.

- Hey.
- Oh, you look shattered, love.

- Long day?
- Yeah, you can say that again.

I blabbed to someone
when I shouldn't have.

I told them that the defendant
didn't have an alibi,

that the body was found next
to the blackjack table,

that the murder weapon was
found in their bedroom,

and we had to fire the courtroom
artist and he got very cross.

Funny thing, actually -
when he was scolding us,

he mentioned undercover
cops and I thought,

"If this is a straightforward murder case,
there shouldn't BE any undercover cops."

I think this is part of
something bigger. I think

they've been investigating
this guy for some time

and that the murder is
just the tip of the iceberg.

Surprise!

Congratulations on becoming
a juror, William!

Can I interest you guys
in some cinema tickets?

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Won't you tell me the truth now?

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Don't wanna hear an excuse now

♪ Tell me the truth. ♪