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When you reach a verdict, tell me.

A SHUN NAKAHARA FILM

GENTLE 12

Let's order some refreshments. Tell me.

Delivery service?

Hot coffee?

- Two. - For me, too.

Let me see the menu.

- Iced coffee. - Me, no syrup.

- Banana juice. - Or?

Iced milk. No syrup.

Better write it down.

Coke. No syrup.

- Lemon squash. - No lemon squash.

Can I have beer?

- No booze. - I see.

Pop. Green. No ice cream.

Green pop.

Orange squash.

- No orange squash. - Why not orange juice? - No.

Banana juice for me.

Banana juice. In total?

Two hot coffees, one coke, two pop, four banana juices.

- Banana juice. - One more.

No, just one. I thought you didn't hear me.

Sorry.

- Customer. - "Customer"? - You, facing the wall.

- What'll you have? - Refreshment?

- Thanks. - What'll it be? - Yakult.

Is it available?

It is!

Excuse me. One Yakult for me.

One pop cancelled.

One pop cancelled, two Yakults.

- Two Yakults. - One for me.

Nothing else? You?

Hot coffee.

That's all. I'll take it.

I will.

Well, then, be seated. Let's begin.

- Where'll we sit? - Anywhere.

No, we have Jury numbers.

In order of number, from here.

- Nice foreman! - Cut it out.

This is One.

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- Is the trial in the paper? - No.

You like sports papers?

They ban other papers.

They don't want us to hear from others.

- To be fair. - Is this case famous?

No, not sensational enough.

But the defendant was pretty.

Even without makeup.

She looked awful without makeup.

- Eat, if you like. - Chestnuts!

I bought them at the stall. They'll help us to talk well.

Have some.

Don't get the table messy.

We're not at home.

Put them in the centre, so anyone can eat them.

Let's start.

Sorry.

We're starting the discussion.

We don't have to be strict. Let's be merry.

Why be merry?

- You all right? - Excuse me.

- Mind the lady. - Me? - Yes.

Here's an ashtray.

The ventilation. Smoke goes that way.

- Let's trade seats. - Very kind. - Please. - That'll be better.

No smoking here?

Ladies and gentlemen, open your pamphlets.

"Handbook for Jurors".

It's a rule that we read it. "Instructions..."

Page three.

"Instructions...

"By Fate's choice, jurors congregate for justice.

- "For centuries..." - Wait.

You can cut it out.

- It's a rule. - We read it.

Cut it out.

Put it away.

There are two ways:

Vote first, discuss later. Or, discuss first.

Vote first. It's easier.

Let's go with "vote first".

Or should be voting for "vote first"?

- All that voting... - Wait. - Yes?

- Why so many votes? - That's Democracy.

Voting, voting, voting... It'll take hours.

You can go ahead.

All right.

First, let's vote "guilty" or "not guilty".

- No objections? - No.

As you know, the 12 of us must agree on the verdict.

That's the rule of this system. Thank you.

All those voting "not guilty"?

- 12. - Decided. - A simple decision!

- Is this okay? - Sure.

- Why a long talk? - Decided.

Then, we all agree on "not guilty"?

- Care for a drink? - Not now. - Tea, maybe?

- Fine. But, honestly, I think she killed him. - Of course.

Wait! Wait a minute.

- Foreman, is this all? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Why not? We all agreed.

- Delivery service? - I forgot it.

Foreman, call them back. I want to talk.

- Too late. - I'll get them.

Wait! Please, wait!

- They still want to talk. - It's over.

- What is it? - This gentleman...

I don't think you really believe she's not guilty.

Why not?

Do you really believe so?

You voted "not guilty".

Because I thought so.

- Then, it's okay. - But...

Every one of us thought so.

This case is so easy.

- I hoped so. - No difference.

All right...

I'll vote "guilty". Guilty.

You don't have to do that.

- I want to talk. - I want to leave!

Just convince me.

- Anyway, be seated. - Foreman... - But we all agreed!

Why not listen to him, while waiting for our refreshments?

What's the matter?

Discuss well. It's not "the sooner, the better".

- I'm sorry. Well, then... - Foreman.

Ask them why she's not guilty.

Only you object to it. You tell us why.

- Let's vote. - Why the change?

I'll call my office.

Go ahead without me.

- May I speak? - Please do.

I'm Karita.

Listen...

The defendant is 21 years old.

The springtime of her life.

"Springtime of life"! I miss it!

- May I continue? - Please do.

But she was divorced, with a five-year-old boy to raise.

- She works day and night as a key puncher and a hostess. - I know.

She stumbled at the threshold of life.

Don't you feel sorry for her?

- No compassion? - I pity her.

Then why "guilty"?

If you feel sorry, show it.

- Please! - No, it's a rule.

- They want me. - No contact with the outside.

- Really? Compromise. - No!

Remember the trucker's testimony?

She pushed the victim in front of an oncoming truck.

- What did he say? - I remember...

He found her and the victim quarrelling beside the road.

He sounded his horn.

A big truck's horn makes a loud noise.

She said she didn't hear it, but I don't believe it.

It was night. She should've seen the truck's headlights.

She knew the truck was coming,

yet she pushed the victim in front of it.

How can she be not guilty?

Then why did you vote "not guilty"?

Explain yourself.

All right...

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what I was doing. I apologise. Forgive me.

Like kids quarrelling.

I'm sorry. She was unhappy, I admit that.

But homicide is a crime.

If she killed her divorced husband, it's homicide.

- But... - Even if she's pretty,

don't let that affect your decision. Killing is killing.

It's a crime.

You win.

It's not right to say she's not guilty from sympathy.

Let's make it this way...

- Excuse me, I'm foreman. - Sorry.

- So you believe the trucker? - I do.

Any other opinions about her being not guilty?

- What you said... - Another opinion. Please!

OK.

You with a notebook.

Why do you think she's not guilty?

- No. - What? - I don't want to talk.

No discussion?

If I talk, will you change your mind?

- I... - No. You never will.

- Convince me. - You want to say...

- May I? - I want his opinion.

Why mine?

You look confident.

I "look"?

You mean I only look?

It sounds like contempt.

- I'm insulted. - Answer me. - Foreman! - Yes?

Why not express our opinions by turns?

- Just a moment. - It might be effective.

You first.

Tell him why she's not guilty.

Him first.

- Okay, I'll speak first... - Please!

Go ahead.

You must talk anyway.

Convince him.

- She's not guilty because... - Yes?

Do we need a reason?

You voted "not guilty" without reason?

- You did, too! - I apologised.

- So you want to say... - Please, you're bothering her.

Sorry. Go ahead.

Because...

- She didn't seem guilty. - Why?

- It doesn't matter. - It does!

Why?

- I don't know. - A man testified.

Said she'd killed him.

May I?

Not "killed him," but "pushed him".

Be accurate!

This witness saw her push the victim.

- I know... - Still innocent?

In that respect... yes, maybe guilty.

Look that way.

- But... - But what?

- Not guilty. - Why?

- No reason... - Lady!

I have a hunch.

Not just "a hunch"!

- You agree? - I'm asking you.

- No reason. - Don't give me that!

- Enough... - No!

Too much! Like the police!

Is she a suspect? You accusing her?

No, I...

Blood!

As if interrogating!

- Speak more slowly. - I'm sorry.

- Tap her neck. - No...

Tapping isn't good.

I'm a gym coach.

Lie back quietly.

We're jurors, lady. It's our duty to...

Save your breath. She's bleeding.

Don't worry. She's all right.

We have a gym coach here.

It happens often.

Be seated. Next...

- You. - Me? - Your opinion.

- Pass. - Eh? - I'll talk later.

- Three passes. Next... - Next.

- I might be scolded, too. - They're intimidated.

I won't yell.

Not guilty, because...

I feel it.

Ladies and gentlemen, be more serious!

Don't say "not guilty" so easily!

- You did! - Forget it; he apologised.

She got a divorce, but her ex-husband wanted to... marry her again.

Yes.

But he was a terrible man.

He drank heavily, ran wild, fast on women and jobless.

- He was the worst kind. - Dump him.

You mean he deserved to be murdered, right?

No, it's not that...

Please, be quiet!

- Continue. - What'll I say...

Come on, Dad.

I think...

If a man like him proposed to you, you'd be in a fix.

She must've been in a tight spot, too.

She started a new life with her child in an apartment.

Yes, he was a pest.

She wished him gone from the earth, and killed him.

So, why "not guilty"?

- That's it. - Contradictory.

Talk sense.

If she killed him, she's guilty. If not, not guilty.

- She didn't - Why not?

She didn't look like a murderer. That's all.

- Next. - Excuse me.

I'm foreman.

I'm sorry. I like to manage.

Make him deputy.

I'm sorry. I'll be quiet.

Next.

I took a logical point of view.

I analysed the case my way.

Interesting.

The day of the murder...

Sounds like a thriller!

- A what? - Go ahead.

On the night of April 21, she was with her child.

It was Sunday. No night work.

Her ex phoned her at 6.

He wanted to see her.

She met him at an eatery,

and she refused his proposal. She left there at 8.

He didn't give up, he followed her.

He was persistent.

She ran, but he caught up with her near her apartment.

The street under construction was deserted.

They talked again, drinking canned juice.

Making sure they were alone, he leaped on her.

They struggled. A devil's shadow crossed his face.

She was terrified, and almost fainted.

That's what the defendant said.

"A devil's shadow crossed his face." Rather poetic.

She's a poet.

A devil, not the defendant.

A woman happened to see them struggling.

Her testimony differs from the defendant�s.

She said she was attacked.

The woman said they were evenly matched.

Anyway, just after she passed by, at 8:20 PM,

she pushed him in front of the truck.

He was hit, and died instantly.

That's the case.

- Accurate. - That's all.

Finished?

Your opinion?

You heard me.

- You just said what happened. - Not guilty.

- But... - Foreman. - Yes? - May I speak. - Please do.

The testimonies differ. The point is, which is true?

That's exactly the issue here!

Everybody agreed that she pushed him.

The point is: was it an act of self-defence?

- Am I right? - That's the point.

According to the defendant, he was violent towards her.

He even said he'd kill her.

He pushed her when the truck came.

She thought he'd kill her, and she pushed him away.

She didn't notice the truck.

If she told the truth, it was self-defence, right?

Right. But the woman...

She said differently.

It was the defendant who took the initiative.

- I don't believe her. - Why not?

She was just a busybody.

She testified.

Women her age like to jabber, as you know.

They don't know what's true.

Let's review her testimony.

She was on the way back from her relative's.

- Right? - Right.

She saw a man and a woman quarrelling,

almost in the street.

The witness stopped.

She heard the woman yelling at the man.

"Sinjae!"

"Sinjae!" Drop dead!

She denied it.

The witness avoided getting involved.

As she left, she saw a truck coming.

It passed by. Then she heard a horn and a screech.

She looked back.

The man lay before the truck, the woman standing.

Didn't she wish him dead?

- No. - She said, "drop dead!"

Why is that self-defence?

- Let me speak. - Don't get excited.

Sorry.

The point is: which testimony do you believe?

I believe the defendant's.

Why?

Because she's young, pretty and slender,

while the witness is old, fat and sloppy?

Precisely!

Why?

- Feeling. - Exactly!

She told the truth.

Why?

Or why did the witness tell a lie?

Think of possibility.

Which is more apt to lie? The witness?

No, she didn't need to. But the defendant did.

Her lie could change homicide to self-defence.

- It wasn't a lie. - You sure? - I can tell.

- A mind reader? - I can tell by her face.

- A psychic, then? - I have experience.

Interesting.

Make a guess! Am I telling you the truth?

- No. What can it help? - She said she could tell.

All right.

I'm a dentist.

Is that true?

It's true.

I'm a banker.

What's your logical point of view? Just a hunch. - Enough.

Don't say "I felt this," or, "I have a hunch".

Give reason to your opinion.

That's what "logical" means.

I want real discussion.

A light?

Continue.

- Tell us your opinion. - It's not my turn.

Doesn't matter. Go ahead.

My opinion is simple.

What's the most important thing to prove her guilt?

Well?

- Her intent. - Right.

- Did she intend to kill him? - Right.

But the prosecutor couldn't prove it.

She shouted, "Sinjae!"

I often say that: "Sinjae!" "Drop dead!

We all say things like that.

Maybe she killed him, but nobody can prove it.

So, not guilty.

She did a good job.

I wouldn't say so.

You don't agree?

- Not enough testimony? - No.

About the victim...

He was scum!

- You hate him? - Of course.

Past 30, jobless, eating on his woman's money!

He should've been hit by a truck.

- No! - Yes...

He couldn't support himself, so he wanted her.

He didn't love her at all.

Killing a gigolo like him isn't a crime.

Her intent to murder?

Even if she had it, she's not guilty!

- That's prejudice. - I hate men like him!

Let's take turns again.

Where were we?

- Me. - Next.

All I want to say is what the banked said.

The same opinion.

- How smart! - It's true.

Anything else?

- No. - How smart!

- Next. - I repeat... - We heard you. Next.

One man judges another. It's terrible.

We must be very serious about it.

She caused him to be hit by a truck and die.

But it was self-defence.

So long as we can't prove her intent to murder,

I must say she's not guilty.

A mixture of opinions.

- You know. - Mine, too. - It's not good.

I don't know what's what. I can't analyse it.

A juror's job is difficult.

All right.

- Who hasn't spoken yet? - Him.

- Join the discussion. - Please.

Not guilty.

The reason?

Was it self-defence?

We discussed it.

If it wasn't, she's guilty.

But with a suspension.

- Suspension? - Suspension of execution.

If she isn't jailed, why not "not guilty"?

Why not?

- Anything wrong? - There's the law.

- She won't go to jail. - Maybe not...

"Not guilty" can save time and trouble.

- Logical. - We can't say "No". - Wait!

- Suspension. - She'll be free.

You still want to stamp a mark of conviction on her?

Still "guilty"?

Let's discuss it.

- We're in a fix. - Another vote? - Again?

- Let's vote. - If it's 11-1 again, we drop the "guilty" vote.

- Wait! - No other way. Discussion doesn't help.

What if we don't agree?

A hung jury. A new trial with a new jury.

- Good. - No! It's our duty to discuss.

Then, agree.

- Or vote "not guilty". - Well?

All right. But if there's a new "guilty" vote, let's talk.

- I disagree. - What?! - Okay.

- Another vote. - A secret one.

All right.

Ballpoint pens.

I'll distribute paper.

You, too.

Foreman! One word before we vote.

Go ahead.

Listen. I want you to think about the jury system.

Why were we chosen and gathered? Why are we here?

The system is wonderful. Only men can judge men.

12 persons, with their wisdom and experience,

are superior to one lawyer.

That's written in the book. We all know!

But if we misuse this good system, it means nothing.

Paper, please.

Keep your pride as jurors.

Look at the truth alone.

Sympathy is beautiful, but...

- I ask you to remember that crime must be punished. - Don't listen!

Homicide is a crime.

And a criminal must be punished.

Don't forget that, please.

- That's all. - Satisfied?

May I continue?

Shall I vote "guilty"?

- No. - You surprised me.

It was a nice speech. It might win a vote.

- All for "guilty"? - Too bad.

"Not guilty..." Not as in "John Gilbert"!

Put them in this box.

Let's open it.

If there are more than one "guilty" votes, we continue.

I'll count the votes.

- He looks vivid! - I'll read them.

Guilty.

- Him. - We know your vote.

- One more? - Go on.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Folded so tight...

- Yours? - You like it?

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Too bad!

- No! - Let's discuss.

Not guilty. Who's that?

- A secret vote. - I need to know. Who?

2 "guilty", 11 "not guilty".

- One too many! - 13 in total.

Right.

Why?!

Double-voting.

- One second! - You?

No!

Who did it?

- Speak up! - No. - It's cheating.

A rule is a rule.

- Who?! - No need to answer.

Someone voted both "guilty" and "not guilty".

- This man! - Not me. - One moment!

Look at this "guilty" paper.

The same handwriting.

The same characteristics.

The same man wrote them.

Young man, this is too much.

- Let's talk. - This is surprising. - More than that.

- Who are you? - You hate her so?

I want to talk.

Foreman, we have a verdict.

- Yes. - As we promised, give up.

- One second. - No cheating.

- Let's discuss it. - Foreman.

You promised. Change your vote.

- Something's wrong! - You're wrong!

Foreman, may we go?

Foreman...

We shouldn't be too hasty.

What do you mean?

We can't force him to agree on any verdict.

He promised.

"No other guilty votes, he gives up".

I didn't hear. Did you?

- No. - How insolent! - Admit you did.

Say so!

- I said so, but... - I understand.

Foreman, I'll change my vote: "guilty".

Two "guilty", 10 "not guilty".

Let's discuss it.

Why?

His speech moved me.

You said she didn't intend to kill.

- I think so. - Then, why?

- I like discussion. - Contradictory.

I thought you were logical.

How do you know me?

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- I'm beat! - He isn't interested in the verdict.

He likes debating, right?

Let's take a tea break.

- How's it going? - So-so.

Fruit parfait?

- What? - Mistake?

- That's for me. - You?

Very big. I expected one this size.

No more of this.

He's queer.

Taka is a good wrestler.

- Will he win? - Why not? - He'll be a champ.

Who's the youngest champ?

- Kitanoumi. - One second.

- Memorised? - Yes, everything.

Great!

The record: Kitanoumi was 21 years and 2 months old.

- Will Taka break it? - He will.

- How's Waka? - He'll be a champ, too.

He sure will.

- Who'll be sooner? - Taka.

- Please. - Waka's good, too. - Thanks.

He's a technician.

A hard question...

Which do you think?

- Shall we vote? - Let's do it.

Which will be a champ sooner? Votes for Taka?

Waka?

We can't get along nicely.

You don't know wrestling.

How about a deal?

We change the vote to "Waka"; you, to "not guilty"?

Good idea!

No.

So young, so determined!

Great!

Here...

The button's coming off.

I'll fix it.

- I'll do it. - I have a needle and thread.

Honestly, I don't understand well.

Maybe you're right, but I'm not sure.

Yes, you are...

As you said, it's Waka.

- One question. - Certainly.

You mentioned self-defence.

That means "not guilty".

If it wasn't self-defence, vote "guilty".

- Well... - You're a man of reason.

- Any proof? - What are the conditions?

Was she in mortal danger?

No. Not in this case.

I'll explain. First:

The victim was drunk.

He was already drunk when he met her at 6:30.

- Any objections? - No.

- What's the point? - She pushed a drunken man.

I'm talking.

Sorry.

Even if she was molested, she didn't have to push him.

That's right.

But he was violent when drunk.

He was an alcoholic.

He was violent because he was soused that night.

- Second... - Excuse me? - What is it?

We're resting. Can't we talk?

- It's not a school. - It's the rules.

Listen as you sip tea.

Go on.

The man ran after her, though he was drunk.

He must've been exhausted.

He might've walked.

Can you tell how far from the eatery to the spot?

I memoed it.

They left there at 8. 20 minutes to the incident.

They spent 5 minutes arguing at the door.

They argued again when he caught her: 5 minutes.

20 minutes, 5 and 5. The rest? How many?

I wasn't listening.

He had 10 minutes to move.

How far?

Two kilometres.

Two km to cover in 10 minutes. Straight?

The distance was longer. Say, 2.5 kilometres.

10 minutes for 2,500 metres.

60 seconds per 250 metres.

6 seconds per 25 metres.

1 second per 4 metres.

He must've walked very fast. Or what?

He ran.

When he caught her, he must've been exhausted.

But she pushed him. Can you call it self-defence?

But... but...

She ran the same distance. They were even.

He was exhausted, and so was she.

- What? - No. She wasn't.

No. She was an athlete in high school.

Was she?!

- Long distance. - She represented her school.

- No... - You slept. - I heard it. The lawyer said so.

- Maybe I was sleeping. - So running was her life.

A 21-year-old ex-athlete,

and a dead-tired, dead-drunk middle-aged man.

Still think it's a case of self-defence?

- Talk. - Talk back.

Let me see...

- There's one thing I can't agree with you on... - Yes?

I don't say "dead-drunk".

"Heavily drunk" is better.

I say "dead-tired", but not "dead-drunk".

I want to go home.

Is she married?

Yes, she's a mother, I guess.

Shall we go?

The witness heard her say...

to the victim, "Sinjae!"

- A curse. - It means "drop dead!"

- But, as you mentioned, we often say that. - Sinjae!

"Drop dead!" Not, "I'll kill you!"

We usually say, "I'll kill you!"

We say, "You wanna die?"

But she said, "Sinjae!"

When you say, "I'll kill you!" you don't mean it.

What about, "Sinjae!"?

It shows a strong wish. She wished him dead.

By "Sinjae!", she meant to kill him.

She wanted to kill him. She intended to.

I don't think so...

My man comes home and says, "I'm tired." XXXXXX

So does my wife, but...

She never kills me.

Because you love one another.

The defendant and the victim didn't.

You still call it "self-defence"?

- I would. - Why?

I still believe the defendant.

She didn't admit she said it.

If she had, it'd be a confession.

That's right...

She was an athlete, but he caught her.

That means he wasn't so exhausted.

Naturally, she was afraid he'd kill her.

- So that means... - Self-defence!

I think so.

What if it was all intentional?

What?

What's that?

Started already?

You should've told me.

Sorry.

You said she'd get a suspension, even if she's convicted.

- Yeah. - A "not guilty" verdict would save trouble.

I said so.

- Even a premeditated murder? - No.

You're claiming that?

- It's possible. - That's enough!

Look at this!

This is the street...

- The station's here... - Where?

- Here. - The railroad? - Here.

Remember the map the prosecutor showed us?

- The street curved. - I simplified it.

You're a poor artist!

The railroad was like this.

- I'll draw it. - Draw a better map.

What's your story?

It's a bypass; usually deserted.

Trucks speed at night, few pedestrians.

A good place for a murder.

She pretended to be running away, and lured him to that street.

Impossible.

She let him catch her at the right place. How smart!

I think...

she decided to kill him as they talked in the eatery,

or she'd already planned it before she went there.

She turned him down and left.

As expected, he ran after her.

Just as she planned.

Imagination!

Here's the eatery.

Look: her house is here.

The shortest way to get there is...

going straight and turning here.

But that night she went this way.

She turned here, then turned again here.

She made a detour to the bypass.

A long way.

Isn't it strange?

It happened here.

She wanted to come here from the start.

She didn't want her ex to know where she lived.

She could've escaped another way.

She knew there would be few pedestrians using the bypass.

- You're sceptical. - What else?

You're prejudiced.

- Can you explain, then? - OK...

The road here was under construction.

There's no record of that.

- She ran hard. - An athlete.

- She got lost. - It was near her house!

Were you there? Did you run with her? No!

Please calm down!

I'm after the truth!

The truth is only what I see.

I saw her - she didn't look like a murderer!

Stop!

You don't have to yell!

Act friendly.

I've had enough of this quarrel.

We aren't quarrelling.

We're discussing.

Calm down.

Sorry.

Maybe we talked too loud.

Let's be more peaceful.

His voice was the loudest.

Why did the defendant make a detour? There's a reason.

She was an athlete, yet her ex could catch her.

- It seems intentional. - Right.

That makes it pre-meditated murder.

Right?

Give me time to think.

You?

It's possible.

You?

- Guilty. - What?!

Foreman, I'll vote "guilty".

Tell us why.

- Logically, she must be guilty. - Why?

If she planned it, she won't get a suspension?

Right.

Guilty.

- I'm feeling sad... - The rest of you?

- She killed him. - Voting "guilty"?

Let me think.

What do you think?

- Did you listen to me? - Yes.

What do you think?

- It's terrible... - Indeed.

She pretended to flee, lured him, and killed him.

How could anyone plan that?

- I'm shocked. - Naturally.

A man who could come up with that must be a crook.

- You have a crooked mind. - Me?!

Your crooked mind makes you think that way.

- Now just a minute... - Not guilty.

- You're amazing! - I agree.

I don't think you're a crook, but...

I can't say she's cruel, either.

From her looks?

- No. I have a reason. - Tell us.

You might not understand me, but...

she bought some pop from a vending machine.

Ginger ale.

She saw her ex, worn out from running.

And she...

She gave it to him.

It shows her character. She's kind and gentle.

Do you follow me? Ginger ale...

I do.

Can't you think this way? She planned that, too.

She gave it to him, looking for her chance to push him.

He's a real crook.

Why think that way?

It's possible...

She isn't a murderer.

She's a good person. Better than you.

You're a critic.

No matter what you say,

I stick to my belief: she's guilty.

Three "guilty" and nine "not guilty".

Foreman...

I'll change my vote.

- Change it? - Not guilty. - What?!

I told you...

I voted "guilty" only to continue the discussion.

You talked nonsense?!

It made sense...

but it's groundless. Who'd believe it?

But this lady did.

Easy to cheat.

The key to "guilty"?

As I said, her will to kill.

- But... - Anything...

any little thing that proves her will to kill.

Two "guilty" and 10 "not guilty". What'll we do?

Time out.

No, not so often.

May I speak?

She didn't look like a murderer to me.

- I agree. - Forget how she looked.

No! That's important!

That doesn't matter.

What I want to point out is the pizza.

- Pizza? - Yes.

When she left her house,

she ordered a pizza to be delivered for her child.

Right?

Her ex called her out. She was nervous and confused.

Yet she thought of her child, so he wouldn't be hungry.

She's a kind and gentle woman.

Naturally; she's a mother.

Some mothers aren't.

But that doesn't prove her innocence.

- That's right. - Think before you speak.

- Did she do that? - Do what?

Order a pizza to be delivered?

Yes, she said so.

- I didn't hear it. - You were asleep.

You sure?

- No comment. - But... - You're an enemy.

Too bad!

She said so. I remember.

"She wanted to go to a restaurant with her child.

"She ordered a pizza.

- "A Domiso pizza." - What's that?

It means the price is lower if it comes late.

- Oh? - But that rarely happens.

Anything wrong?

She ordered a pizza because she thought she'd be late.

Actually, the police kept her that night.

She said she wanted to go home soon...

when she met him at the eatery.

Then, why order a pizza?

Strange.

Another problem.

She planned to kill him before she left her house.

Right?

You may think I'm a traitor, but...

- Guilty! - Suit yourself!

I'm convinced...

- Guilty. - Traitor!

It's not that.

She killed him. And she planned it.

You...?

Foreman. Another vote.

- Okay. - Voting papers.

Circle "guilty" or "not guilty".

On all of them?

Laborious work!

Let's just raise hands.

We'll see who stands where.

Those who vote "not guilty" raise your hands.

Six.

For guilty?

Well? What's your vote?

Guilty.

Six "not guilty", six "guilty".

- Let's discuss. - Too bad.

- What'll we do? - Wait!

"Not guilty" voters, leave the room.

Come on. Strategy.

All soft and gentle.

- How about you? - Who else?

The foreman. I'll get him.

Never mind!

Let's begin.

This is a crucial time.

Justice is with us. We must win.

I have many meetings in my office...

When things go against me, I shut up.

I didn't talk, because I played a waiting game.

What's the use of talking to those who won't believe you?

Silence is golden.

But this isn't your office.

It's all the same. Let's call it a hung jury.

Let another jury take care of it.

- I agree. - But we came this far.

- So what? - No. - I disagree. - Yes or no?

What if another jury is a bunch of crooks?

We're here. We must bring justice to court.

The point is, lead your life without regrets.

- Fine. - Life without regrets.

Dismissed!

- Begin! - Let's begin.

I'm sorry I turned to "guilty".

Come here. Stay close to me.

Will you trade seats?

I have a question...

The defendant's intent of murder was proven, yet still...

you claim she's not guilty?

Was it proven?

- You heard us. - The pizza proved it.

I see...

You want to say this:

she killed him, but you hate to convict her.

Is that so?

I pity her.

You admit she killed him?

- If you insist. - Then, she's guilty.

What would change your mind?

As I said, she's "not guilty", even if she's guilty.

Outrageous!

You're all gentle people.

So are the others?

You, too?

Fight.

You?

Speak up.

Not guilty.

Even though she killed him?

- No. - Why not?

- Chestnuts... - Chestnuts?

They say so.

They say what?

- Can't you hear them? - A joke. - I never did!

A joke. Don't take it seriously.

- Well done. - They're nuts.

I understand how you feel about the defendant, but...

I don't think she deserves your sympathy.

I may sound severe, but...

there are many unhappy girls.

They try hard to be happy.

There are ways to become happy without killing people.

But she killed a man.

She chose the easiest way. Do you still defend her?

Fight.

You still say "not guilty"?

I repeat...

if she committed a crime, vote "guilty".

If you pity her, pity the victim, too.

The victim is dead.

And his family?

He had parents.

His mother had the right to see her son.

His father had the right to hear his voice.

- I'd say they asked for it. - Why?

His mother bore an ass and his father raised it.

I repeat: he deserved death. Why not understand that?

You're crazy.

- You have a grudge against him? - Yes.

Did you know him?

If you knew him, you shouldn't be a juror.

Did you know him?

How should I?

You married?

Yes.

Good. Her name?

Forget it.

Say it.

Yoshiko.

- Yoshiko what? - Just drop it!

Lucky guy!

I'm single.

I've had no romance in my life.

So what?

That ass was my age.

I'm not jealous of him, but...

while I worked hard, that bum had a young wife.

As I listened to the prosecutor,

I couldn't help but get upset.

He and I had many things in common.

We came to Tokyo at about the same time,

but why the difference?

He had many women.

Was he so handsome?

No! I saw his face. Even if he was dead, he was ugly.

- Hey! - Yes?

Don't insult the dead.

Is anyone his relative?

I can't understand why girls fell for him.

Why not me?

I've been thinking about it...

I'm richer and taller.

My old man owns a forest. It'll be mine someday.

- Visit my home! - All right...

So he deserved death. Right?

Crime 1: he had a wife.

Crime 2: he deserted her.

He should've known how much I want a wife.

I joined the Altman System. Has anyone ever used it?

Enough!

We're strangers. No complaints.

- I understand. - No, you don't. - Yes.

You have a wife.

Not now...

We're separated.

Separated?

So I'm suffering, too. You're not special.

No more mention of personal problems.

How arrogant!

I'll tell you what...

I joined it, too.

You'd make a nice pair!

I have some business to attend to. Excuse me.

I enjoyed this meeting.

Wait!

Where to?

- You can't go. - I've had enough of this.

- I hate yelling. - Calm down.

Don't ask my opinion. I have none.

- Yes, you do. - I'm sick of hearing "guilty".

Just hang her. Who cares?!

Don't get upset.

Please go back to your seat.

I'm sorry. I'm alright now.

I'm not accustomed to discussion.

Why am I here as a juror?

But it's your duty.

I have no aptitude for it.

You could've refused.

Not without a reason.

I said, "If you make me a juror, I won't say a word."

The official said, "Good."

- No! - Yes. - Really?

Yes.

I like sweets. Liquor, too. Is it wrong?

No, I think you've done well.

What have I done? I've done nothing.

- Don't lie to me. - I'm sorry.

It's my limit. No more.

I'm suffocating, I can't breathe.

I'll go home.

We won't be long now. Be patient a bit longer.

We'll try to finish soon.

Let's try hard.

Come on, eat your parfait.

- Then I'll go. - Don't say that.

I request a vote.

Call for another vote. Any objections?

Objection.

Why?

What's the use? No difference.

Why not?

I won't change my opinion. There'll be a hung jury.

What are you scribbling?

Let me see.

Foreman, he's scribbling.

- Don't. - Forget it.

What's this?

"Mr. Dayon".

Aren't you ashamed?

It helps me relax!

Join our discussion.

Next time, I'll confiscate it.

There'll be no hung jury. I'll convince you.

That's a juror's duty.

- You mean it? - I mean it.

- Guilty. - What?

- You win. - What's that?

No fuss. He said, "guilty".

I'm not interested in "guilty" or "not guilty".

Unlike you, I have many problems to settle.

I must finish my work.

I must take my parents to Hong Kong.

Who cares about strangers?

- The insult! - We talked. - Not enough!

You were a class chairman, weren't you?

I was a health committee member.

Foreman.

Vote, please.

Raise your hands, please.

No. Make ourselves clear. Let's speak out.

No objections?

Speak out "guilty", or "not guilty", one by one.

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Maybe guilty.

What?

Maybe guilty.

- What's that? - Say "guilty" or "not guilty".

Not "maybe guilty"!

You can take it any way you like. I'm confused!

- Next. - Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty. And...

You.

Mr. Altman!

I won't talk. Period!

- Don't be cross. - "Guilty" or "not guilty"?

- That isn't very good. - Oh, no!

Foreman...

Why "not guilty"?

- Me? - Tell us why. - Later...

I want to know.

- I'm foreman. - A juror, too.

Poor logic.

But you stick to "not guilty"?

She wanted to kill him, yes?

- Yes. - Sympathy? - Not quite. Forget it.

- No. - A personal reason. Now...

What do you mean?

- You scare me. - Answer me.

Why "not guilty"?

I was a juror once before.

Four years ago.

The defendant was a young man.

He broke into a drugstore and killed...

three men.

Witnessed.

Naturally, the verdict was "guilty".

He got the chair.

But I didn't like it...

My vote killed him.

- Not your responsibility. - I know, but...

it left a prick in my heart.

His face never leaves my memory.

I don't want another such prick.

What would her sentence be?

- For a pre-meditated murder... - Possibly death.

Not guilty!

If her sentence is suspended, I think "guilty" is alright.

- Then, suspend it. - But for Murder One...

Say she's guilty on the charge of fatal injury.

What?

- She didn't plan to kill. - Right. - Hold it.

Let's compromise.

What?

We forget pre-meditated murder.

You compromise, too. Say "Caused death by injury".

- Can we do that? - We can.

Write on the verdict:

"Guilty of inflicting injury". All right?

It's a creative idea.

I disagree. She wanted to kill him.

This is a game. You can't do it alone.

Might be the best solution.

- Is trial by jury like that? - It is.

Will her sentence be light?

- Suspended. - Almost "not guilty".

Right. Let's do it like that.

Agreed.

Agreed.

Compromise.

- But... - Or it'll be a hung jury.

Foreman, let's vote.

All who vote "guilty of inflicting injury",

please raise your hands.

"Not guilty"?

- Another stone head! - He doesn't know.

Listen, Grandpa,

if you don't compromise, it'll be a hung jury.

Can you convince us? If you think you can, try.

Maybe not.

If it's a hung jury, another jury will judge the case.

She'll be guilty of murder.

If it's "guilty of inflicting injury", the defendant will be saved.

- Understand? - Yes.

Do you really?

- Yes. - Foreman, another vote.

Let's do it again.

"Guilty of inflicting injury"?

"Not guilty"?

I can't believe it!

Explain.

- Er... - Tell us clearly.

Let's be frank.

All through my life,

I've trusted myself. I've never misjudged.

I've always been right. Now I judge she's guilty.

Believe me.

But you were wrong before.

You voted "not guilty".

I'm sorry.

I'll change my vote. "Not guilty".

Not again!

Too much! I'm getting sick.

- A hung jury. - Hold on...

We'll never agree.

I don't mind discussing it all night.

- I'm ready. - Me, too.

There are two types of men:

I lead, you follow.

That's prejudice.

You've lived that way.

Why so persistent today?

- Well? - Do you know how I've lived?

- I'm a good judge of people. - Let's talk.

Talk? You don't tell us your opinions.

You just sit there quietly.

Quiet and stubborn. That's intolerable!

I don't think she's guilty.

- Why? - I don't know.

Without reason? Too bad!

- It's just a feeling. - Oh, come on!

That's all I can say.

I don't know anything about the law, but...

I'm a juror now.

All I can do is feel what's right.

You can find reasons for me.

How should I?

Let's talk.

Sure, go on. Suit yourself.

I feel something's wrong.

Not just "feel"!

Don't yell at a lady!

Something's wrong.

Let's talk.

Foreman.

Some aren't co-operative.

How can we all agree?

There's a call for a hung jury. Let's vote on it.

The majority is six votes.

- Wait! - No other way.

- Wait! - Do it.

Let's go.

Who votes for a hung jury?

Five.

Why?

They're trying hard. Help them.

- They're stubborn. - Something's wrong.

- What's "something"? - Let's find it.

There's nothing.

- You can't tell. - Look who's talking!

Can you prove it was self-defence?

I'll try.

- Thanks. - All right...

Foreman, no hung jury.

More discussion!

Now, tell me.

Toilet break first. Foreman!

- You may go. - This is treachery!

Now you have some time.

Thank you.

Think what's wrong while I hold them back.

Can you?

I'm a lawyer.

Trust me.

- That's reassuring. - Let's sit and think this over.

Second time?

Too often.

Now tell me.

Order a pizza.

- What?! - Foreman. - Yes?

Order a pizza.

What for?

- Something I don't understand. - What is it?

"She ordered a pizza. She knew she'd be late." Why?

- The child's age? - Five.

A pizza for a five-year-old. It's too much.

- No, it's not. - It's a boy.

Anyone who has one?

- My son is also five. - Does he eat pizza? - Yes.

- All of it? - Only a piece. - So what?

She didn't order the pizza just for the boy, but...

also for herself.

- That's more natural. - Right!

She thought she'd be back home.

She'd planned to eat the pizza with the boy, right?

Why didn't you say that earlier?

I don't know.

- It's not as simple as that. - Why not?

The pizza may've been a small one.

- Anyone know a Domiso pizza? - Yes.

Is it small?

The smallest one is... this size.

- Could a boy eat it? - No.

Are you sure? He's a fat boy.

Big, but five years old.

I was fat as a boy. I was a big eater.

I was fat, too, but I couldn't eat that much.

Nonsense! We don't know how big it is.

So order one.

No use.

I want to see it. I'm hungry.

All right. Let's order one.

Here's a Domiso Pizza number.

Sell the book to me.

The smallest size.

- "Regular." - "Small."

- "Regular"! - How about toppings?

Wait!

Your turn.

You're a master.

Anchovies?

Pineapple!

That won't go with anchovies. Any seafood?

- Ridiculous! - Why?

- We're here to talk. - It's not to eat.

- Tuna and shrimp! - She will.

- It's to see the size. - Who'd eat it?

- Afterward. - I'll order it. - Thanks.

- Nonsense! - Why not bring a fat boy, too?

"A fat boy, too"!

Suppose the pizza was too much for the boy...

So what?

It doesn't prove her innocence.

Likewise, nor her intent to murder.

You're a wolf...

in sheep�s' clothing.

What's this? No more food, I told you!

We have the right to see evidence!

Order it.

If it comes late, 50% discount.

All right.

Evidence...!

Got anything?

Sorry, not yet.

Take your time.

- So... - What's next, Wolf?

Check the testimonies.

Again? Oh, no!

Three persons testified:

A truck driver, a woman who passed by, and who else?

The defendant.

I've heard them so many times, I'm sick of it!

They don't make sense to you?

Really? What's wrong?

The difference in their testimonies...

"Which is believable?" No!

Not that...

Say what you want to say.

I may be wrong, but... the defendant...

No, I mean the victim...

The dead one?

The victim leaped on her,

after making sure they were alone, right?

Correct.

But the woman saw them.

It doesn't make sense.

Did we point it out?

- No, that's fine. - A hit?

Think of the time. It was night.

Of course it was dark.

No lights. The street was under construction.

Naturally the victim couldn't see the passer-by.

Then why could the woman?

She testified to it.

"I saw two persons struggling on the opposite sidewalk."

- Is that right? - Yes.

Why did she see them when they couldn't see her?

- That's it. - Shut up!

When she...

The victim didn't see her because he was struggling.

It was a wide street.

Visibility was perfect.

The man was going to attack.

He watched carefully.

Did the witness lie?

She could see some figures,

only vaguely.

But she couldn't tell what want on, or who attacked.

- But she testified. - Imagination.

All right. She didn't see them clearly.

I know women like her imagine things.

The point is what made her imagine it. Right?

Yes.

She heard the defendant shout, "Sinjae!" That's what.

So the defendant attacked him.

- She denied it. - A lie.

- Or a mistake. - No.

The defendant shouted, "Sinjae!"

Women are good at making mistakes imaging things.

What was it she heard then?

Ginger ale.

- No? - What?

I got it now. She bought him a can of ginger ale.

"Ginger ale" sounds like "Sinjae"!

- Ridiculous! - Very funny! - It's possible.

The defendant shouted: "Sinjae!" ("Drop dead!")

Why would she shout "Ginger ale!" when handing the drink over?

- She was annoyed. - Exactly!

- As in, "Why couldn't you buy this yourself?! Here, ginger ale!" - "Sinja ale"?

- "Ginger ale..." - "Sinja ale"!

- They do sound alike. - Nonsense!

The woman made many mistakes in court, too.

When she was told to step up, she stopped.

I remember!

She mistook "testimony" for "testicles".

- She was funny. - Not a murder. - Foreman...

I'll change to "not guilty".

- Me, too. - Good.

It's not a game!

Your opinion is reasonable. She didn't plan it.

But I still think she killed her husband.

Don't change votes so easily.

The trucker testified:

He saw the defendant push the victim away.

Still think she's not guilty?

If there's a reasonable doubt.

Tell her!

He saw them struggling and sounded his horn.

She heard it and pushed him in front of the truck.

If that isn't murder, what is?

She didn't see the truck.

- A lie. - In short...

she didn't know the truck was coming.

When she pushed him, the truck happened to pass by.

You believe that?

- It sounds like a lie... - She couldn't miss the truck?

She had no time to look.

- Headlights? - Her eyes were closed.

The lights were bright.

She was covering her face.

She was attacked.

- Impossible. - Why?

Forget the lights.

But the horn? Ears closed, too?

Like this.

Unless the trucker lied, she couldn't miss the truck.

- For sure. - Unless he lied.

- He didn't. - How do you know?

- He had no reason to. - Maybe...

No...

Say it.

- Maybe he was asleep. - No!

My experience tells me.

Driving straight at night makes you sleepy.

He wanted to hide the fact.

Imagination.

- It's possible. - Enough!

No more nonsense! We're a hung jury!

Escaping?

You're good at fiction...

Write stories at home.

Let's discuss.

What?

You all looked right.

People look at the source of a loud sound.

So?

- The trucker lied. - Prove it.

- The woman's testimony. - Not her again!

She testified this:

She passed by the two, crossed a truck on the opposite line,

and heard a horn, then a screech.

She looked back. The man was down, the woman standing.

That means...

she didn't witness the action.

So what?

Why didn't she see it?

If the horn had sounded, she would've looked back.

She would've seen the truck hit him.

What're the facts?

She looked back after it hit him.

The woman looked, not because of the horn,

but because of the brakes.

The driver didn't use his horn.

But she heard it.

It was proved she imagined it.

It's a bypass. Vehicles sound horns.

She heard a screech.

It was then that she looked back.

If a truck sounds a horn behind you, naturally you'll look back.

Some people won't.

A woman of curiosity.

She saw them struggling. Wouldn't she look back?

Some wouldn't!

You all did just now.

It wasn't a horn.

A sudden loud sound.

- I didn't look back. - I saw you...

and you sure did!

The trucker was asleep at the wheel.

I'll tell the judge.

Well?

That woman amazes me. She's a hopeless liar.

Still "guilty"?

As I said from the start, it's self-defence.

Wait.

I'm convinced. Not guilty.

You still claim "guilty"?

Of course not.

Unless she intended to kill him, not guilty.

I always said so.

Right, lady?

You?

Maybe you're right. Maybe the trucker lied.

- So what? - You said that was the point.

- Didn't you... - The fact is...

the defendant pushed her drunken ex at the truck.

- Not self-defence? - No.

- Can you convict her loud and clear? - Yes.

With no doubt in your mind?

I can.

- There's still something I don't understand. - What?

Was her ex really drunk?

- The eatery was 'Nature', yes? - Right.

I'm a heavy drinker myself,

so I know 'The Nature' is famous for noodles.

- Forget it. - Everybody knows.

Their noodles are good!

Buns, too!

- Yes. We enjoy their food. - Get to the point.

I got to 'The Nature' to eat.

I go somewhere else to drink. He wasn't drunk.

What logic!

The defendant, too, said he was drunk.

- He wasn't drunk. - But he was!

He pretended he was.

Why did he have to do that?

Think about yourself. When do you pretend to be drunk?

When I'm embarrassed!

That night he wanted to marry his ex-wife again.

It was embarrassing.

- So he acted like a sot? - No. - Yes. I did it myself.

I pretended I was drunk when I proposed to my wife.

Me, too...

Only, I got really too drunk to propose to her.

In your case.

- A guess. - You can't deny it.

Let's see how much he drank.

No need to.

So he wasn't drunk...

She pushed a man who wasn't drunk.

You saw the defendant.

Did she look so strong?

She ran and hit him.

No. She was struggling with him.

Let me speak.

- I have a terrific idea. - Speak up.

- He wasn't drunk. - Could she push him, then?

- She didn't. - What?

He threw himself out onto the road.

- Wait... - Ridiculous!

The defendant testified this:

"Something of a devil crossed his face".

"The shadow"!

It crossed for a moment. Why a moment?

Maybe it was the moment the headlights lit his face.

Maybe.

So the man was standing facing the truck.

Play the victim.

Stand here.

The truck's over there.

The defendant's position is...

- Will you do it? - Yes.

She was standing,

with her back to the truck.

- Me, the truck. - Fine.

It explains why she couldn't see the truck coming.

Will you struggle?

Yes!

Stop! Let go of me!

Somebody...

I'll do it.

"Please! Come back to me!"

The truck's over there. To push him at it,

she must come around this side and push him.

- Is it possible? - No.

If she did it as she struggled, even a fool could sense danger.

- Am I wrong? - No.

That means he jumped on his own.

Suicide?

- Discussion helps. - Motive?

He was in despair. His wife left him. He had no hope...

- Fiction! - It's possible. - Impossible!

We jumped to a conclusion.

But note this:

No one knows the truth.

The defendant herself didn't know what happened.

There's doubt.

I can't condemn her when I have doubt.

Can you?

You're all selfish, aren't you?

When I shouted "not guilty," you didn't listen to me!

You talked about her looks.

- I'm not a jabberer. - Then you...

Guilty!

Even a bum has a right to live. Killing a man is a crime!

It's self-defence.

Drop that idea!

I already decided she's guilty.

No matter what you say, damn it!

You're playing on our hearts.

Try hard.

It's a lie. Not guilty!

I said so at the start!

I was afraid.

What a silly story!

Suicide, of all things!

It's a fact that she killed him. Everything proves it.

She made a detour.

On purpose! Why? Explain! Convince me!

I remember!

The signal was red!

I've been there, the corner where she turned.

What do you call it?

- 'Scramble'. - That's it.

The signal was red when she went there.

Her ex was close.

- So she turned this way. - There was a signal here.

- She had to run. - So it wasn't a detour.

Here's the pizza!

Is this "Regular"?

- Really? - Who's paying?

- "Regular" size? - This is the smallest? - Yep.

"Big, good, fast!" is our motto.

- There is a bigger size. - Enough?

- We'll pay. - Thanks. - Thank you.

Let's open it.

No need to.

Not guilty.

Another vote.

There's a call for another vote. "Not guilty"?

Back to where we started!

What have you seen and heard?

She killed him. That's the truth.

Suicide?

Nonsense! She killed him!

She's young and pretty,

but don't let that deceive you.

No one here does that.

You.

Don't be influenced.

We discuss in order to be influenced.

Stick to your belief!

What's belief? Not listening to opinions?

Don't say that.

You don't want to discuss it. You try to force your ideas on us. No?

I'll never change my opinion.

She deserves punishment. Why don't you understand?

Do you have a grudge?

Let's discuss.

Even if it takes hours! Then you'll see.

She's guilty!

What does this prove?

She's a selfish woman. She thinks only of herself.

Can't you see that?

Don't pity a woman who deserts her man.

She should go to jail. She must be punished!

Why can't you understand?!

We're talking about the defendant...

Not your wife.

- Yes? - We have a verdict. - I see.

- No joking... - Let me!

- Your jury card! - Huh? - Your card.

- Broad shoulders. - Wonderful.

Care for a drink?

- I know a nice pub. - Fine. - You, too?

I told my husband it'd take all night.

We return these?

I want it as a souvenir.

I want to be here again.

Thanks. Please eat this.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm glad we had a lawyer.

- That was a lie. - Huh?!

I'm an actor.

I played a lawyer before.

I'm sorry.

An actor...

Wait.

I am a dentist.

Come see me, if you need one.

They did well.

You wanted this, huh?

I'm satisfied.

You left this!

Yours, isn't it?

- Thanks. - Good luck.

We agreed: "Not guilty".

Thank you.

Sansei Shiomi - Juror #1 Kazuyuki Aijima - Juror #2 Koichi Ueda - Juror #3

Koichi Nihei - Juror #4 Mariko Nakamura - Juror #5 Hiroshi Okochi - Juror #6

Zen Kajiwara - Juror #7 Yorie Yamashita - Juror #8 Katsumi Muramatsu - Juror #9

Michiko Hayashi - Juror #10 Etsushi Toyokawa - Juror #11 Yoshihiro Kato - Juror #12

Subtitles transcribed and retimed by lordretsudo

Producer: Yutaka Okada Cinematographer: Kenji Takama

Screenplay: Koki Mitani

Directed by Shun Nakahara

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