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Thank you very much, sir.

You did a wonderful job. Wonderful.

Shh. Shh.

We did it, Pete. We did it.

- For a moment, we had our doubts.
- Shh.

To continue, you've listened
to a long and complex case...

murder in the first degree.

A premeditated murder is the most serious
charge tried in our criminal courts.

You've listened to the testimony.

You've had the law read to you and
interpreted as it applies in this case.

It's now your duty to sit down and try
and separate the facts from the fancy.

One man is dead. Another
man's life is at stake.

If there's a reasonable doubt in your
minds as to the guilt of the accused...

a reasonable doubt...

then you must bring me
a verdict of not guilty.

Now if, however, there's
no reasonable doubt...

then you must in good conscience
find the accused guilty.

However you decide, your
verdict must be unanimous.

In the event that you find
the accused guilty...

the bench will not entertain
a recommendation for mercy.

The death sentence is
mandatory in this case.

You're faced with a grave responsibility.
Thank you, gentlemen.

The alternate jurors are excused.

The jury will now retire.

Try this one.
See if I can get it...

It's a muggy day.

Hey. Oh, oh.

- Piece of gum?
- No, thanks.

This thing is...

- Huh?
- ...move it.

- Come on, I'll give you a hand.
- Give me a hand with that.

That's it.

- You know something?
- Yeah?

I called the weather
bureau this morning.

This is gonna be the
hottest day of the year.

Could be.

Boy, you'd think they'd at least
air-condition these places.

- What is your name, sir?
- Oh, it's, uh... That one, yeah.

Thank you very much.

Okay, gentlemen, everybody's here.

Now, if there's anything you want,
I'll be right outside the door.

- Just knock.
- Okay, thanks. We will.

Good morning.

I never knew they locked the door.

Sure they lock the door.
What'd you think?

I don't know. It just
never occurred to me.

What's that for?

Oh, I thought we might
want to vote by ballot.

Great idea. Maybe we can
get him elected senator.

Just in case, you know.

- How'd you like it?
- Oh, I don't know.

It was pretty interesting.

Yeah? I almost fell asleep.

I mean, I've never
been on a jury before.

No? I've sat on many juries.

What gets me is the way those
lawyers talk and talk and talk...

even when it's an open-and-shut
case like this one.

Did you ever hear so
much talk about nothin'?

Well, I guess they're entitled.

Yeah. They're entitled.
It's the system, but...

If you ask me, I'd slap those tough kids
down before they start any trouble.

It would save us a lot
of time and money.

- Hey, let's get started, huh?
- That's a good idea.

Yeah, let's get goin', huh? We
probably all got things to do here.

I figured we'd start out
with a five-minute break.

There's one gentleman
in the bathroom.

- Mr. Foreman.
- Huh?

- Are, uh... Are we gonna sit in order?
- Gee, I don't know.

I, uh... Well, I guess so.

Uh, you're in my seat.

- Oh. Excuse me.
- That's all right.

Hey, that's not a bad view, huh?

What did you think of the case?

I mean, it had a lot
of interest for me.

No real... dead spots.
You know what I mean?

I tell you, we were lucky
to get a murder case.

I figured us for an
assault or burglary.

Boy, they can be the dullest.

Hey.

That the Woolworth Building?

That's right.

Isn't that funny?

You know, I've lived here all my life.
I've never been inside that.

If you had to
sort out all that junk...

Like that thing with the movies.

Yeah. You can say that again. And what
about that business with the knife?

I mean, asking grown-up people
to believe that kind of jazz, huh?

Well, I expected that.
You know what we're dealing with.

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, your horn works.
Now try your lights.

- What do you got, a cold?
- And how.

These hot-weather
colds can kill you.

I can hardly touch my nose.
You know what I mean?

I sure do. I just got over one.

Aw, come on. Mr. Foreman,
let's go here, huh?

Well, that guy's still
in the bathroom.

Hey, what's new? I didn't get a
chance to see a paper this morning.

Hmm?

I was only wondering
how the market closed.

You got a seat on the Exchange?

I'm a broker.

I run a messenger service...
the Beck and Call Company.

The name is my wife's idea.

Got 37 men working.
Started with nothing.

Okay, men, let's
take our seats, huh?

Yeah, we can all get outta
here pretty quick, huh?

I don't know about the rest of you,

but I happen to have tickets
to that ball game tonight.

Yanks and Cleveland.

Yeah, we got this kid,
Modjelewski, in there.

Ooh, he's a real bull, this kid.

You know... Phoom!

A real jug handle. You know?

Phoom!

You're a real baseball fan,
aren't you? Huh? Yeah.

Where do we sit here?

Well, I thought we'd sit in order,
you know, by jury numbers.

One, two, three, four, five...
so on, around the table.

If that's okay with you gentlemen.

- Sure.
- What's the difference?

- I think it's reasonable to sit in order.
- Let it be.

- Number 12. Do I sit down here?
- Yeah. That's 12. We go around...

- We start with you. One, right?
- One, yeah. Two, three, four, five, six.

What was your impression of
the prosecuting attorney?

Okay. Two. You're two.

I beg pardon?

I thought he was really sharp, the way
he handled all those points one by one.

Logical sequence.
I was very impressed.

I think he... he did an expert job.

A lot of drive too,
you know? Real drive.

Okay, fellas, can we
hold it down a minute?

Sure.

Uh, fellas.

Say, we'd like to get started.
Gentleman at the window.

- We'd like to get started.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Pretty tough to figure, isn't it? Kid
kills his father... bing, just like that.

Aw, listen, you analyze the figures,
you'll see it happens all the time.

They let those kids
run wild up there.

Well, maybe it serves 'em right.
You know what I mean?

Is... Is everyone here?

The old man is inside.

Oh. Would you, uh,
knock on the door for him?

You a Yankee fan?

No. Baltimore.

- Baltimore?
- Yeah.

That's like being hit in the head
with a crowbar once a day.

Who have they got?

No, I mean, who have they got
besides good groundskeepers?

Say, uh, we'd like to get started.

Oh, forgive me, gentlemen.
I... I didn't mean to keep you waiting.

Baltimore?

Okay, gentlemen,
if I can have your attention.

You fellas can handle this thing
any way that you want to.

I'm, um... You know,
I'm not gonna make any rules.

Uh, we can, well, discuss it
first and, uh, then vote on it.

That's, of course, uh...
That's, uh, one way.

And, uh, well, we can vote
on it right now, and...

I think it's customary to
take a preliminary vote.

Yeah, let's... Let's vote. Who knows?
Maybe we all can get outta here, huh?

Uh-huh.

Okay, then I think that, uh...

Of course you know that we have a
first-degree murder charge here...

and if we vote the
accused guilty...

uh, we've got to send
him to the chair.

- Um, that's mandatory.
- I think we know that.

- Let's see who's where.
- We might as well.

- Okay. Uh, anyone doesn't want to vote?
- All right with me.

Okay. Then, uh, just remember that this
has to be 12 to nothing either way.

Um, that's the law.

Okay, are we ready?

Now, all those voting guilty,
please raise your hands.

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

eight, nine, 10, 11.

Okay. That's 11 guilty.

Those voting not guilty.

One. Right.

That's 11 guilty. One not guilty.

Well, now we know where we are.

Boy, oh, boy. There's always one.

So, what do we do now?

Well, I guess we talk.

Boy, oh, boy.

You really think he's innocent?

I don't know.

I mean, you sat in court with the
rest of us. You heard what we did.

The kid's a dangerous killer.
You could see it.

He's 18 years old.

Well, that's old enough. He...

He stabbed his own father
four inches into the chest.

They proved it a dozen
different ways in court.

Would you like me to
list them for you?

No.

Then what do you want?

- I just want to talk.
- What's there to talk about?

Eleven men in here
think he's guilty.

No one had to think about
it twice except you.

I want to ask you something.
Do you believe his story?

I don't know whether I believe
it or not. Maybe I don't.

So how come you vote not guilty?

Well, there were 11
votes for guilty.

It's not easy to raise my hand
and send a boy off to die...

without talking about it first.

- Well, now, who says it's easy?
- No one.

What, just because I voted fast?

I honestly think the guy's guilty.

You couldn't change my mind if
you talked for a hundred years.

I'm not trying to change
your mind. It's just that...

We're talking about
somebody's life here.

We can't decide it in five minutes.
Supposing we're wrong.

"Supposing we're wrong."

Supposing this whole building
should fall down on my head.

- You can suppose anything.
- That's right.

Look, what's the difference
how long it takes?

Suppose we do it in
five minutes. So what?

Let's take an hour.

The ball game doesn't
start till 8:00.

Hmm?

Who's got something to say?

I'm willing to sit for an hour.

Great. I heard a pretty
good story last night.

That's not why we're sitting here.

All right, then you tell me.
What are we sitting here for?

I don't know. Maybe no reason.

Look, this kid's been kicked
around all of his life...

you know, born in a slum,
mother dead since he was nine.

He lived for a year and a half
in an orphanage when his...

his father was serving a
jail term for forgery.

It's not a very happy beginning.

He's a... a wild, angry kid.

That's all he's ever been.
And you know why?

'Cause he's been hit on the head
by somebody once a day every day.

He's had a... He's had a
pretty miserable 18 years.

I... I just think we owe
him a few words. That's all.

I don't mind telling you this, mister.
We don't owe him a thing.

He got a fair trial, didn't he?
What do you think that trial cost?

He's lucky he got it.
You know what I mean?

- You know it.
- Now, look, we're all grown-ups in here.

We heard the facts, didn't we?

You're not gonna tell me that we're supposed
to believe this kid, knowing what he is.

Listen, I've lived among
them all my life.

You can't believe a word they say.
You know that.

I mean, they're born liars.

- Only an ignorant man can believe that.
- Now listen...

Do you think you were born
with a monopoly on the truth?

I think certain things should
be pointed out to this man.

Come on. This isn't Sunday.
We don't need a sermon.

Come on. We have a job
to do. Now let's do it.

Rice Pops. It's a product
I work on at the agency.

"The breakfast with
the built-in bounce."

- I wrote that line.
- Very catchy.

- Yeah.
- Say, do you mind?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I have this habit of doodling.
Keeps me thinking clearly.

Yeah, we have all this work to do.

- There's no point staying here forever.
- Sorry.

Okay. Um...

Okay. Um...

perhaps if the gentleman down there
who's disagreeing with us...

Well, perhaps you could tell us why. You
know, let us know what you're thinking.

And we might be able to show
you where you're mixed up.

Well, look, maybe...
Maybe this is an idea.

Now, I haven't given it much
thought, but it seems to me...

that it's up to the
group of us to convince

this gentleman that he's
wrong and we're right.

Now, maybe if we each took a
couple of minutes just to...

Well, it was just a quick idea.

No, no, no. That's a good one.

Uh, suppose we go once
around the table.

- I guess you're first.
- Oh.

Well, uh...

Well, it-it's hard
to put into words.

I just think he's guilty.

I thought it was obvious
from the word "go."

I mean, nobody proved otherwise.

Nobody has to prove otherwise.

The burden of proof's
on the prosecution.

The defendant doesn't even
have to open his mouth.

- That's in the Constitution.
- Oh, well, sure, I know that.

Uh, what I meant was, is...

Well, I just think he's guilty.

I-I mean, somebody saw him do it.

Okay. Uh, here's what I think, and I
have no personal feelings about this.

I just want to talk about facts.

Number one.

The old man lived downstairs under the
room where the killing took place.

At ten minutes after 12:00
on the night of the killing...

he heard loud noises,
said it sounded like a fight.

And he heard the kid yell out,
"I'm gonna kill ya."

A second later, he heard
a body hit the floor.

Ran to the door, opened it up...

saw the kid running down the
stairs and out of the house.

Called the police.

They came in, found the old man
with a knife in his chest.

The coroner fixed the time
of death around midnight.

Now these are facts.
You can't refute facts.

The kid is guilty.

I'm just as sentimental
as the next fella.

I know he's only 18, but he's still
gotta pay for what he did.

I'm with you.

Okay. Are you finished?

- Yeah.
- Right. Next.

It is obvious, to me anyway,
that the boy's entire story was flimsy.

He claimed he was at the movies
during the time of the killing...

and yet, one hour later, he couldn't
remember the names of the films he saw...

- or who played in them.
- That's right.

And no one saw him going
in or out of the theater.

Listen, what about the
woman across the street?

If her testimony don't
prove it, nothing does.

That's right. She was the one
who actually saw the killing.

Now, fellas, please.
Let's go in order here, huh?

Just a minute. Here's a woman...

Here's a woman who was
lying in bed. She can't sleep.

She's dying with the heat.
You know what I mean?

Anyway, she looks out the window...

and right across the street she sees
the kid stick the knife into his father.

The time is 12:10 on the nose.

Everything fits. Look, she's
known the kid all his life.

His window is right opposite
hers across the el tracks...

and she swore she saw him do it.

Through the windows of
the passing el train.

Right. This el train had no passengers
on it. It was just being moved downtown.

The lights were out, remember?
And they proved in court that, at night...

you can look through the windows of an
el train when the lights are out...

and see what's happening
on the other side.

- They proved it.
- I'd like to ask you something.

You don't believe the boy's story.
How come you believe the woman's?

She's one of them too, isn't she?

You're a pretty smart
fella, aren't you?

- Okay, gentlemen.
- Now, now.

- Now, gentlemen.
- Come on. Sit down. Sit down.

Oh, what's he so wise about?
I'm telling you.

Okay, now come on. Now we're
not gonna get anywhere fighting.

Whose turn is it next?

Oh, uh, his. Number five.

Okay, may I... Can I pass? it...

Well, uh, that's your privilege.

Uh, how about the next gentleman?

Oh. Well, uh, I don't know.

I started to be convinced,
you know, very early in the case.

You see, I was looking for a motive.
That's very important.

Because if you don't have a motive,
where's your case, right?

Anyway, that, uh, testimony
from those people...

in the apartment across the hall
from the kid's apartment...

that was very powerful.

Didn't they say something about a...
a fight and an argument...

between the old man and his son
around about, uh, 7:00 that night?

- I mean, I could be wrong, but I...
- It was 8:00.

It was 8:00. That's right.
They heard an argument.

They couldn't hear
what it was about.

Then they heard the
father hit the boy twice.

Finally they saw the boy run...

angrily out of the house.
What does that prove?

Well, it don't exactly prove anything.
It's just part of the picture.

Well, you said it provided a motive. The
prosecuting attorney said the same thing.

I don't think that was
a very strong motive.

This boy's been hit so many times in his
life that violence is practically a...

It's a normal state
of affairs with him.

I just... I can't see two slaps in the face
provoking him into committing murder.

It may have been two too many.
Everyone has a breaking point.

Anything else?

- No.
- Okay.

Uh, how about you?

I don't know. It's all been said.

You can talk here forever.
It's still the same thing.

This kid is five for 0.

Well, look at his record.

When he was 10,
he was in children's court.

He threw a rock at a teacher.

When he was 15,
he was in reform school.

He stole a car.

He's been arrested for mugging.

He was picked up twice
for knife fighting.

Oh, yeah, they say he's
real handy with a knife.

Oh, this is a very fine boy.

Ever since he was five years old,
his father beat him up regularly.

- He used his fists.
- Well, so would I.

A kid like that?

It's these kids, the way
they are nowadays.

When I was a kid,
I used to call my father "sir."

That's right. "Sir."

Do you ever hear a kid call
his father that any more?

Fathers don't seem to think
it's important any more.

- You got any kids?
- Three.

I got one.

Twenty-two years old.

When he was nine years old,
he ran away from a fight.

I saw it. I was so embarrassed
I almost threw up.

I said, "I'm gonna make a man out of you
if I have to break you in two trying."

Well, I made a man out of him.

When he was 16, we had a fight.

Hit me in the jaw.
He was a big kid.

Haven't seen him for two years.

Kids.

Work your heart out.

Well, let's get going.

I think we're missing
the point here.

This boy, let's say he's the product of a
broken home and a filthy neighborhood.

We can't help that. We're here to decide
whether he's innocent or guilty...

not to go into the reasons why
he grew up the way he did.

He was born in a slum. Slums are
breeding grounds for criminals.

I know it, and so do you.

It's no secret children
from slum backgrounds

are potential menaces to society.

- Now I think...
- Brother, you can say that again.

The kids who crawl out of
these places are real trash.

- I don't want any part of them.
I'm telling you.
- Listen, mister. Listen.

I, uh... I've lived in
a slum all my life.

- Wait a minute.
- Please, I...

I played in backyards that
were filled with garbage.

I mean, maybe you can
still smell it on me.

Now, listen, sonny.

Come on now. There's nothing
personal about this.

- No, there was something personal.
- Aw, come on, fella. He didn't mean you.

Let's not be so sensitive.

This sensitivity I can understand.

Okay, look, let's stop the arguing.
We're only wasting time, and...

Look, your turn down
there. Let's go.

Oh, I didn't expect a turn. I thought
you were all gonna try to convince me.

- Wasn't that the idea?
- Check. That was the idea.

- Oh, I forgot about that. He's right.
- What difference does it make?

He's the one who's keeping us in here.
Let's hear what he's got to say.

Oh, now wait a minute. We decided
to do this a certain way.

I think we ought to
stick to that way.

Oh, stop being a kid, will you?

- What do you mean "a kid"?
- What do you think I mean?

K-I-D. Kid.

What? Listen, just because I'm
trying to keep this thing organized?

Here, you take it. You take
on the responsibility.

I'll just... I'll keep my
mouth shut. That's all.

What are you getting so hot about?
Calm down, will you?

Don't tell me to calm down.

Here. You wanna take the chair,
just take the chair. That's all.

- Did you ever see such a thing?
- See if you can keep it running.

Listen, you think it's
funny or something?

Hey, forget it, fella. The whole
thing's unimportant. Come on.

- Unimportant? Oh, here, you try it.
- No, nobody wants to change.

You're doing a beautiful job.
Sit down.

Yeah, you're doing great.
Just great, fella.

You stay in there and
pitch. You know?

All right. Let's hear
from somebody.

Well, if you want me to tell you how
I feel about it, it's all right with me.

Boy, I don't care what you do.

All right, I don't have
anything brilliant.

I only know as much as you do.

According to the testimony,
the boy looks guilty. Maybe he is.

I sat there in court for six days
listening while the evidence built up.

Everybody sounded so
positive, you know?

I-I began to get a peculiar
feeling about this trial.

I mean, nothing is that positive.

There are a lot of questions
I'd have liked to ask.

I don't know. Maybe they wouldn't
have meant anything, but...

I began to get the feeling
that the defense counsel...

wasn't conducting a thorough-enough
cross-examination.

I mean, he... he let too many
things go by, little things that...

What little things? Listen, when
these fellas don't ask questions...

it's because they know the answers
already and they figure they'll be hurt.

Maybe it's also possible for a lawyer
to be just plain stupid, isn't it?

I mean it's possible.

You sound like you met
my brother-in-law once.

I... I kept putting myself
in the kid's place.

I'd have asked for
another lawyer, I think.

I mean, if I was on
trial for my life...

I'd want my lawyer to tear the prosecution
witnesses to shreds, or at least try to.

Look, there was one alleged
eyewitness to this killing.

Someone else claims he heard the killing,
saw the boy run out afterwards.

And there was a lot of
circumstantial evidence.

But actually, those two witnesses were
the entire case for the prosecution.

Supposing they're wrong.

What do you mean
supposing they're wrong?

What's the point of
having witnesses at all?

- Could they be wrong?
- What are you trying to say?

Those people sat on
the stand under oath.

They're only people.
People make mistakes.

Could they be wrong?

- Well, no, I don't think so.
- Do you know so?

Oh, come on. Nobody can
know a thing like that.

This isn't an exact science.

That's right. It isn't.

Okay, let...
Let's get to the point.

What about the switch knife they
found in the old man's chest?

Uh, wait-wait a minute. There's
some people who haven't talked yet.

- Shouldn't we go in order?
- They'll get a chance to talk.

Be quiet a second, will you?

What about it, this...

the knife this fine upright boy admitted
buying the night of the killing?

Let's talk about it.

All right, let's talk about it.
Let's get it in here and look at it.

I'd like to see it again.
Mr. Foreman?

We all saw what it looks like.
Why do we have to see it again?

The gentleman has a right
to see exhibits in evidence.

Say, could you bring us the knife?

- Knife?
- Yeah. Thank you.

The knife and the way it was bought is
pretty strong evidence, don't you think?

- I do.
- Good.

Now, suppose we take these
facts one at a time.

One. The boy admitted going out of the
house at 8:00 on the night of the murder...

after being slapped several
times by his father.

No, no. No, he didn't say
"slapped." He said "punched."

There's a difference between
a slap and a punch.

After being hit several
times by his father.

Two. He went directly to a
neighborhood junk shop...

- where he bought one of those...
- Switch knives.

Switchblade knives.

This wasn't what you'd
call an ordinary knife.

It had a very unusual
carved handle and blade.

The storekeeper who
sold it to him...

said it was the only one of its
kind he had ever had in stock.

Three. He met some friends of his
in front of a tavern about 8:45.

Am I right so far?

- Yes, you are.
- You bet he is.

He talked with his friends for about
an hour, leaving them at 9:45.

During this time,
they saw the switch knife.

Four.

They identified the death
weapon in court...

as that very same knife.

Five. He arrived
home at about 10:00.

Now this is where the stories
offered by the State and the boy...

begin to diverge slightly.

He claims that he went to
a movie at about 11:30...

returning home at 3:10 to find his
father dead and himself arrested.

He also claims that the two
detectives who arrested him...

threw him down a half
a flight of stairs.

Now, what happened
to the switch knife?

He claims that it fell through a hole in
his pocket on the way to the movies...

sometime between 11:30 and 3:10
and that he never saw it again.

Now there's a tale, gentlemen.

I think it's quite clear that the boy
never went to the movies that night.

No one in the house saw
him go out at 11:30.

No one at the theater
identified him.

He couldn't even remember the
names of the pictures he saw.

- What actually happened is this.
- Thank you.

The boy stayed home, had another
fight with his father...

stabbed him to death and left the
house at ten minutes after 12:00.

He even remembered to wipe the
knife clean of fingerprints.

Now are you trying to tell
me that this knife...

really fell through a hole
in the boy's pocket...

someone picked it up off the street,
went to the boy's house...

and stabbed his father with it
just to test its sharpness?

No. I'm just saying it's possible
the boy lost his knife...

and that somebody else stabbed
his father with a similar knife.

It's just possible.

Take a look at this knife.

It's a very unusual knife.

I've never seen one like it.

Neither had the storekeeper
who sold it to the boy.

Aren't you asking us to accept
a pretty incredible coincidence?

I'm just saying a
coincidence is possible.

And I say it's not possible.

Where did that come from?

- Where'd you get that?
- It's the same knife.

What do you think you're doing?

Where did you get it?

I went out walking for a
couple of hours last night.

I walked through the
boy's neighborhood.

I bought that at a little pawnshop
just two blocks from the boy's house.

It cost six dollars.

It's against the law to buy
or sell switchblade knives.

That's right. I broke the law.

Listen, you pulled a real bright trick.
Now, supposing you tell me what it proves.

Maybe there are 10
knives like that. So what?

- Maybe there are.
- Well, what does it mean?

You found another knife like it. What's that,
the discovery of the age or something?

You mean you're asking us to believe
that somebody else did the stabbing...

with exactly the
same kind of knife?

The odds are a million-to-one.

- It's possible.
- But not very probable.

Okay, fellas, let's take our seats.

There's no point in standing
around all over the place.

You know, it's interesting that he'd find a
knife exactly like the one the boy bought.

What's interesting about it?
"Interesting."

Well, I don't know. I just
thought it was interesting.

There are still 11 of us
here who think he's guilty.

Right. What do you think
you're gonna accomplish?

You're not gonna
change anybody's mind.

So if you wanna be stubborn
and hang this jury, go ahead.

The kid will be tried again and
found guilty sure as he's born.

That's probably right.

So what are you gonna do?
You know, we could be here all night.

It's only one night.
A boy may die.

Well, why don't we just
set up house here, huh?

Someone send for Potsy the
policeman and get a pinochle deck...

and, uh, we'll just sweat the
whole thing out right here.

- I don't think he ought to joke about it.
- What do you want me to do about it?

Oh, listen! I don't see what all this stuff
about the knife's got to do with anything.

Somebody saw the kid stab his father.
What more do we need?

You guys can talk the ears right
off my head. You know what I mean?

I got three garages of mine goin'
to pot while you're talking.

So let's get done
and get outta here.

The knife was very important to the
district attorney. He spent a whole day...

He's a 15th assistant or something.
What does he know about it?

Hey, let's hold it down.

These side arguments
are only slowing us up.

Well, what about it?

You're the only one.

I have a proposition
to make to all of you.

I'm gonna call for another vote.

I want you 11 men to vote
by secret written ballot.

I'll abstain.

If there are 11 votes for guilty,
I won't stand alone.

We'll take in a guilty verdict
to the judge right now.

But if anyone votes not guilty,
we stay here and talk it out.

Well, that's it. If you
want to try it, I'm ready.

All right.
Let's do it the hard way.

Okay, that sounds fair.
Everyone agreed?

- Anyone doesn't agree?
- Fine, fine. Let's go.

Here, pass these along.

Is that the right time?

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

Boy, how do you like that?

Oh, and another chap
flaps his wings.

All right, who was it?
Come on. I want to know.

Excuse me.
This was a secret ballot.

We all agreed on that, no?

If the gentleman wanted
to remain secret...

Secret? What do you mean secret?

There are no secrets in a
jury room. I know who it was.

Brother, you really are something.

You sit here, vote guilty
like the rest of us...

and then some golden-voiced preacher
starts tearin' your poor heart out...

about some underprivileged kid just
couldn't help becomin' a murderer...

and you change your vote.

If that isn't the most sick...

Why don't you drop a quarter
in his collection box?

Oh, now just wait a minute.

Listen, you can't talk
to me like that.

- No. Who do you think you are?
- Calm down. Calm down.

No. Who does he think he is?
Did you hear him?

It doesn't matter. He's
very excitable. Sit down.

Excitable? You bet I'm excitable!

We're trying to put a guilty man
in the chair where he belongs!

Someone starts telling us fairy
tales, and we're listenin'!

Hey, uh, come on, huh?

What made you change your vote?

He didn't change his vote.

I did.

- Oh, fine.
- I knew it.

Would you like me to tell you why?

No, I wouldn't like
you to tell me why.

I'd like to make it clear
anyway, if you don't mind.

Do we have to listen to this?

The man wants to talk.

Thank you.

This gentleman has been
standing alone against us.

Now, he doesn't say
the boy is not guilty.

He just isn't sure.

Well, it's not easy to stand alone
against the ridicule of others.

So he gambled for support,
and I gave it to him.

I respect his motives.

The boy on trial is probably guilty,
but, uh, I want to hear more.

Right now, the vote is ten to two.

I'm talking here! You have
no right to leave this room!

He can't hear you. He never will.

Let's sit down.

Shall we continue?

Well, I... I think we
ought to take a break.

You know, one man's inside,
and I think we ought to wait for him.

Okay.

Looks like we're really
hung up here, huh?

And that thing with the old man,
that was pretty unexpected.

I wish I could figure out some
way we could break it up.

You know, in advertising...
I told you I worked in an agency.

Mm-hmm.

Well, there's some pretty
strange people working there.

Well, they're not strange really, I guess.

It's just that they have peculiar
ways of expressing themselves.

You know what I mean.

Of course, I suppose it's the same
in your business too, huh?

What do you do?

- I'm a watchmaker.
- Oh, really?

Well, I imagine the finest watchmakers
in the world come from Europe, huh?

Anyway, as I was telling you, in an agency,
when we reach a point like this...

I'm telling him about, in an ad agency, when
a point like this is reached in a meeting...

there's always some character
ready with an idea, see.

And it kills me.

It's the weirdest
thing in the world...

the way they sometimes precede their
idea with a little phrase, see, like...

Some account exec will
get up, and he'll say, uh...

"Okay, here's an idea.

Let's, uh, run it up the flagpole
and see if anyone salutes it."

I mean, it's idiotic,
but it's funny, huh?

I, uh... I got a little
excited back there. I...

didn't mean to get nasty.

I'm glad you're not one of those lets
these emotional appeals influence him.

Uh...

I don't know what's the matter with
that fan. Can't seem to get it to start.

Eh!

Hey, you a salesman?

I'm an architect.

Hmm.

You know what the soft sell is?

Boy, you got it. Believe me.

I got a different technique.

Laughs, drinks, jokes.

Tricks. You know?

Yeah.

"Hit 'em where they live."
That's my motto.

I made 27 grand last
year sellin' marmalade.

That's not bad. I mean,
you know, considering marmalade.

Hey, what are you gettin'
outta this... kicks?

Or did somebody bump you on the head one
time and you haven't gotten over it?

Maybe.

You know, you do-gooders
are all alike.

You're always blowing your stacks
over some guy that fanned.

But what are you
wasting our time for?

Why don't you donate five dollars to the
cause, and maybe it'll make you feel better.

This kid is guilty, pal.

It's as plain as the
nose on your face.

So why don't we stop
wasting our time here?

We're gonna all get sore throats
if we keep it up, you know?

What difference does it make if you
get it here or at the ball game?

Oh, no difference, pal.

No difference at all.

Nice bunch of guys, huh?

Oh, they're about the
same as anyone else.

Phew! Boy, what a murderous day.

You think we'll be much longer?

I don't know.

Aw, he's guilty for sure.

Not a doubt in the whole world.

We should...
Should've been done already.

Oh, I don't mind, you know.

Hmm. Beats workin'.

Uh...

You think he's not guilty, huh?

I don't know. It's possible.

Well, I don't know you, but I'm bettin'
you never been wronger in your life.

You're wasting your time.
You ought to wrap it up.

Supposing you were the
one who was on trial.

Well, I'm not used to supposing.

I'm just a workingman. My boss
does the supposing. But...

Well, I'll try one.

Supposing you talk us all out of this, and,
the kid really did knife his father. Huh?

Are you ready?

Hup.

That one.

Sorry, blue eyes.

- Well, where else...
- Okay, fellas, let's take our seats.

- Well, where else...
- Okay, fellas, let's take our seats.

Looks like we'll be
here for dinner, huh?

Okay, now let's...
Let's get down to business.

Now, who wants to start it off?

- I would.
- Okay, go.

You down there.

The old man who lived downstairs says he
heard the kid yell out, "I'm gonna kill ya."

A second later, he heard
the body hit the floor.

Now, he ran to the door and he saw the kid
running down the stairs and out of the house.

What does that mean to you?

I was wondering how
clearly the old man could

have heard the boy's voice
through the ceiling.

He didn't hear it through the ceiling.
The window was open.

So was the one upstairs.
It was a hot night, remember?

Well, it was another apartment.

It's not that easy to identify a voice,
particularly a shouting voice.

- He identified it in court.
- That's right.

And don't forget the
lady across the street.

She looked right in the open window
and saw the boy stab his father.

- Now, I mean, isn't that enough for you?
- No, it isn't.

Boy, how do you like this guy, huh?

It's like talking
into a dead phone.

She said she saw the killing through
the windows of a moving elevated train.

There were six cars on the train. She saw
the killing through the last two cars.

She remembered the most
insignificant details.

I don't see how you
can argue with that.

Has anybody here any idea
how long it would take an el...

Hey!

This isn't a game.

- Did you see him?
- Hey.

- The nerve.
- All right, listen...

- The absolute nerve.
- Forget it. It's not important.

- "This isn't a game"?
- Calm down.

- Who does he think he is?
- I'm telling you, forget it now.

Has anybody any idea how long
it takes an elevated train...

going at medium speed
to pass a given point?

- What has that to do with anything?
- How long? Take a guess.

- I wouldn't have the slightest idea.
- What do you think?

I don't know. Maybe 10, 12 seconds?

I think that's a pretty
good guess. Anyone else?

- That sounds right to me.
- Come on. What's the guessing game for?

- What do you say?
- Ten seconds is about right.

All right. Say ten seconds.
What are you getting at?

This. It takes a six-car el train
ten seconds to pass a given point.

Now let's say the given
point is the open window

of the room where the
killing took place.

You can reach out of that window
and almost touch the el tracks, right?

Now let me ask you this.

Has anyone here ever lived
near the el tracks?

Well, uh, I just finished painting an
apartment that overlooked an el line.

- I was there for three days.
- What was it like?

- What do you mean?
- Noisy?

Oh, brother. Don't matter though.
We were all punchy.

I lived in a second-floor
apartment near the el line once.

When the window was open and the train
goes by, the noise is almost unbearable.

You can hardly hear yourself think.

All right, you can't
hear yourself think.

- Will you get to the point?
- I will. Now just a minute.

Let's take two pieces of testimony
and try to put them together.

First. The old man in the
apartment downstairs.

He says he heard the boy say
"I'm gonna kill you"...

and a split second later
heard a body hit the floor.

- One second later, right?
- That's right.

Second. The woman across the street swore
positively she looked out of the window...

and saw the killing through the last two
cars of the passing elevated train, right?

- The last two cars.
- What are you giving us here?

Now, just a minute.

We've agreed that it takes ten seconds
for a train to pass a given point.

Since the woman saw the killing
through the last two cars...

we can assume that the body hit the
floor just as the train went by.

Therefore, the train had been
roaring by the old man's window...

a full ten seconds before
the body hit the floor.

The old man, according
to his own testimony...

"I'm gonna kill you," body hitting
the floor a split second later...

would have had to hear the
boy make this statement...

with the el roaring past his nose.

It's not possible he
could've heard it.

- That's idiotic. Of course he heard it.
- Do you think he could've heard it?

He said he yelled at the top of his
voice. That's good enough for me.

Even if he heard something, he still
couldn't have identified the voice.

With the el roaring by?

You're talking about a matter of seconds!
Nobody can be that accurate.

I think testimony that could put a boy into
the electric chair should be that accurate.

You know something? I don't
think he could've heard it.

Maybe he didn't hear it.
I mean, with all that el noise.

Oh, what are you
people talking about?

Well, it stands to reason
he couldn't have heard it.

Why should he lie?
What's he got to gain?

Attention maybe.

You keep coming in with
these bright sayings!

Why don't you send 'em in to a paper?
They pay three dollars apiece.

What are you talking
to him like that for?

Guy talks like that to an old man really
ought to get stepped on, you know?

You ought to have
more respect, mister.

If you say stuff like that to him
again, I'm gonna lay you out.

Now you go ahead. You...
You say anything you like.

Why do you think the
old man might lie?

It was just that I looked at
him for a very long time.

The seams of his jacket was split,
under the shoulder.

Or did you notice that?

I mean, to come to court like that.

Why...

He was a very old man
in a torn jacket.

And he walked very
slowly to the stand.

He was dragging his left leg
and trying to hide it...

because he was ashamed.

I think I know this man
better than anyone here.

This is a quiet, frightened,
insignificant old man who...

who has been nothing
all his life...

who has never had recognition...

or his name in the newspapers.

Nobody knows him.

Nobody quotes him.

Nobody seeks his
advice after 75 years.

Gentlemen, that's a very
sad thing... to be nothing.

A man like this needs to be
quoted, to be listened to.

To be quoted just once.

Very important to him.

It would be so hard for him to
recede into the background...

- Wait a minute.
- When there was a chance...

What are you trying to do... tell us he'd
lie just so he could be important once?

No. He wouldn't really lie.

But perhaps he made himself
believe he heard those words...

and recognized the boy's face.

That's the most fantastic
story I've ever heard.

How can you make up a thing like that?
What do you know about it?

Oh, uh, does anybody
want a cough drop?

- No, thanks.
- I'll take one.

You can say what you like.

I still don't see how anybody
can think he's not guilty.

There's something else I'd like
to talk about for a minute.

Thanks.

I think we've proved that the old man couldn't
have heard the boy say "I'm gonna kill you."

- But supposing...
- You didn't prove it at all.

- What are you talking about?
- Supposing he really did hear it.

This phrase, how many times
have all of us used it?

Probably thousands.

"I could kill you
for that, darling."

"Junior, you do that once more,
and I'm gonna kill you."

"Get in there, Rocky,
and kill him."

We say it every day. That doesn't
mean we're really gonna kill anybody.

Wait a minute. What are you
trying to give us here?

The phrase was "I'm gonna kill you."
The kid yelled it at the top of his lungs.

Don't tell me he didn't mean it.

Anybody says a thing like that
the way he said it, they mean it.

Well, gee, now I don't know.

I remember I was arguing with a guy I work
next to at the bank a couple weeks ago.

He called me an idiot,
so I yelled at him.

Now listen! This guy's trying to make
you believe things that aren't so.

The kid said he was gonna
kill him, and he did kill him.

Let me ask you this. Do you really think the
boy would shout out a thing like that...

so the whole neighborhood
could hear him?

I don't think so.
He's much too bright for that.

Bright? He's a common ignorant slob.
He don't even speak good English.

"He doesn't even
speak good English."

Mr. Foreman, I'd like to
change my vote to not guilty.

You what?

- You heard me.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

The vote is nine to three,
favor of guilty.

Well, if this isn't
the living end. Huh?

What are you basing it on...
the stories this guy made up?

You ought to write for one of
those kooky detective magazines.

You'd make a fortune.

For crying out loud. The kid's own
lawyer knew he didn't stand a chance.

Right from the beginning,
his own lawyer knew it.

You could see it.

Boy, oh, boy. I'm tellin' you,
this guy here is really something.

Look, the kid had a
lawyer, didn't he?

He presented his case, not you.
How come you got so much to say?

- Look, lawyers aren't infallible, you know.
- Baltimore, please. Huh?

He was court-appointed.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- It could mean a lot of things.

It could mean he didn't want the case,
or he resented being appointed.

It's the kind of case that
brings him nothing...

no money, no glory, not even
much chance of winning.

That's not a very promising
situation for a young lawyer.

He'd really have to believe in his client
to put up any kind of a good case...

and, as you pointed out a minute
ago, obviously he didn't.

Of course he didn't. Huh.

Who the heck could?

Except maybe some guy's
mother or somebody. I...

Ah, look. Will you
look at the time, huh?

- Come on. For crying out...
- Pardon me.

- I have made some notes here...
- Notes.

And I would like to...
please, to say something.

- Yeah.
- I have been listening very carefully.

And, uh, it seems to me that this man
has some very good points to make.

From what was presented at the trial,
the boy looks guilty on the surface.

- But maybe if we go deeper?
- Oh, come on, will ya?

There is a question I
would like to ask.

Let us assume that the boy
really did commit the murder.

Now, this happened at
ten minutes after 12:00.

Now, how was he
caught by the police?

He came back home,
uh, at 3:00 or so...

and he was captured by two detectives
in the hallway of his house.

Now, my question is, if he
really had killed his father...

why would he come back
home three hours later?

Wouldn't he be afraid
of being caught?

He came home to get his knife.

It's not nice to go around leaving
knives sticking in people's chests.

- Yeah, especially relatives.
- Yeah.

I don't see
anything funny about it.

The boy knew the knife could be
identified as the one he had just bought.

He had to get it
before the police did.

But if he knew the knife
could be identified,

why did he leave it there
in the first place?

Well, I think we can assume the boy
ran out in a state of panic...

after having just
killed his father.

When he finally calmed down,
he realized he had left his knife there.

Ah. This then depends on
your definition of panic.

He would have had to be
calm enough to see to it...

that there were no fingerprints
left on the knife.

Now, where did this panic
start and where did it end?

Look, you voted guilty.
What side are ya on?

I don't believe I have to be
loyal to one side or the other.

I'm simply asking questions.

Well, this is just off the
top of my head, but, uh...

well, if I were the boy and I'd
done the stabbing and everything...

I'd take a chance and
go back for the knife.

I'll bet he figured that nobody
had seen him running out...

and that the body wouldn't be
discovered till the next day.

Well, after all, it was
the middle of the night.

I'll bet he'd figured nobody would
find the body till the next day.

Pardon. This is my whole point.

The woman across the street testified that
the moment after she saw the killing...

that is, a moment after
the train went by...

she screamed and then went
to telephone the police.

Now, the boy certainly must
have heard the scream...

so he knew that
somebody saw something.

I just don't think that
he would have gone back.

Two things. One, in his state of panic,
he may not have heard the scream.

Perhaps it wasn't very loud.

Two, if he did hear it, he may not
have connected it with his own act.

Remember, he lived in a neighborhood
where screams were fairly commonplace.

- There's your answer.
- Maybe.

Maybe the boy did kill his father,
didn't hear the scream...

did run out in a panic,
did calm down three hours later...

and come back to get the knife,
risking being caught by the police.

Maybe all of those things happened,
but maybe they didn't.

I think there's enough doubt that we can
wonder whether he was there at all...

during the time the
killing took place.

What do you mean doubt?
What are you talking about?

Didn't the old man see him
running out of the house?

He's twisting the facts,
I'm telling you.

Did or didn't the old man see the kid
running out of the house at 12:10?

Well, did or didn't he?

- He says he did.
- "Says he did"? Boy! How do you like that?

- Now, look, witnesses can make mistakes.
- Sure, when you want them to, they do.

Or when he wants them to, they do.
You know what I mean?

- Keep the yelling down!
- Oh, you keep saying that.

Maybe what we need
is a little yelling in here.

These guys keep going
off every which way.

Did hear the scream.
Didn't hear the scream.

What difference does it make? You people
are talking only about the little details.

You're forgetting the important stuff.
I mean, all of a sudden, everybody here...

- I want to call for another vote.
- I'm talking here!

There's another vote called for.
Now let's take our seats.

I never saw so much
time spent on nothing.

It only takes a second.

Okay. I guess the fastest way is to
find out who's voting not guilty.

Now, all those voting not guilty,
please raise your hands.

Still the same. One, two,
three not guilty. Nine guilty.

So, now where are we?

I'm telling you, we can yackety-yack until
next Tuesday. Where's it all getting us?

Pardon. I vote not guilty.

Oh!

What are ya talking about? I mean, we're
all going crazy in here or something.

The kid is guilty. Why don't
you listen to the facts?

Tell him, will ya? Now this
is getting to be a joke.

The vote is eight to four,
favor of guilty.

What is this, love your underprivileged
brother week or something?

I want you to get up and tell me
why you changed your vote.

- Come on. Give me your reasons.
- I don't have to defend my decision to you.

There is a reasonable
doubt in my mind.

What reasonable doubt? That's nothing
but words. Here, look at this.

The kid you just decided isn't guilty
was seen ramming this into his father.

Now, what about this,
Mr. Reasonable Doubt?

That's not the knife.
Don't you remember?

Oh, brilliant.

I'm telling ya,
this is the craziest.

I mean, what are we
supposed to believe?

I mean, you're sittin' here, you're pulling
stories out of thin air, you know?

A guy like this, if he's, uh, sitting
ringside at the Dempsey-Firpo fight...

he'd be trying to
tell you that, uh...

Look. Now, what about the old man?

Are we supposed to believe that he
didn't get up and run to his door...

and see the kid tearing down the
steps 15 seconds after the killing?

He's just saying so to
be important, right?

I mean, what's the point
of the whole thing?

Wait. Hold it a
second, will you?

Oh, and the Baltimore rooter
is heard from again now...

and pop-ups are fallin' for
base hits wherever we look.

Hold it a second. Now, look... Did
the old man say he ran to the door?

Ran, walked. What's the difference?
He got on, didn't he?

I mean, he got there, didn't he?

- No, now wait a second.
- He said he ran. At least I think he did.

Look, I don't remember what he said, but I
don't see how he could have run to the door.

He said he went from his
bedroom to the front door.

- Now, isn't that enough?
- Where was the bedroom?

- It was down the hall somewhere.
- I thought you remembered everything.

- Don't you remember that?
- No.

Mr. Foreman, I'd like to see
a diagram of the apartment.

Why don't we just have 'em run the trial all
over again so you can get everything straight?

Mr. Foreman.

How come you're the only one in this
room wants to see exhibits all the time?

- I want to see this one too.
- And I'd like to stop wasting time.

If we're gonna start wading through all that
nonsense about where the body was found...

We're not, not unless
somebody else wants to.

But I'd like to find
out if an old man...

who drags one foot when he walks
'cause he had a stroke last year...

can get from his bedroom to
his front door in 15 seconds.

- He said 20 seconds.
- He said 15.

He said 20 seconds. What are
you trying to distort...

- He said 15.
- How does he know how long 15 seconds is?

You can't judge a thing like that.

He said 15 seconds.
He was very positive about it.

He was an old man.
Half the time he was confused.

How could he be positive
about anything?

I don't see what you're
going to prove here.

The man said he saw
the boy running out.

Well, let's see if the
details bear him out.

As soon as the body hit the floor,
he said he heard footsteps upstairs...

running toward the front door...

heard the upstairs door open,
the footsteps start down the stairs.

He said he got to his own front
door as fast as he could...

and he swore it couldn't have
been more than 15 seconds.

Now, if the killer began
running immediately...

- Maybe he didn't.
- The old man said he did.

You ought to be at Atlantic City
at that hairsplitters convention.

Hey, why don't you stop makin'
smart remarks all the time, huh?

My friend, for your three dollars a day,
you have to listen to everything, you know?

Now that you've got that thing
in here, what about it?

All right. Here's the apartment
where the killing took place.

The old man's apartment was directly
beneath and exactly the same.

Here are the el tracks, the bedroom,
living room, kitchen, bathroom.

Here's the hall.
Here are the stairs.

Now, the old man was in
this bedroom right here.

He says he crossed to the door
and walked down the hall...

opened the front door just in time to
see the boy running down the stairs.

- Am I right so far?
- That's the story, for the 19th time.

- Fifteen seconds after the body hit the floor.
- Correct.

Now, let's see. It was...

It's 12 feet from the bed to
the door. The hall is 43 feet.

He would have had to walk 12 feet,
open the bedroom door...

walk 43 feet down and open the
front door all in 15 seconds.

- Do you think he could have done it?
- Sure he could have done it.

He can walk only very slowly. They had
to help him into the witness chair.

You make it sound like a long walk.

For an old man who had a
stroke, it is a long walk.

Oh! What are you doing?

I'm gonna try it,
see how long it took him.

What do you mean,
you want to try it?

Why didn't his lawyer bring
it up if it's so important?

Maybe he just didn't
think about it, huh?

What do you mean, didn't think of it?
You think the man's an idiot or something?

- It's an obvious thing.
- Did you think of it?

Listen, smart guy. Don't matter
whether I thought of it.

He didn't bring it up because he knew it would
hurt his case. What do you think of that?

Maybe he didn't bring it
up because it would have

meant bullying and badgering
a helpless old man.

You know that doesn't sit very well with
a jury. Most lawyers avoid it if they can.

- So, what kind of a bum is he then?
- That's what I've been asking, buddy.

Pass me that chair, will you?
Those two chairs are the old man's bed.

I just paced off 12 feet across the room.
This will be the bedroom door.

Oh, that's crazy. You can't
recreate a thing like that.

- I'd like to see it.
- The hall was 43 feet.

I'll pace from that
wall and back again.

Look, this is absolutely insane. What are
you wasting everybody's time in here for?

According to you, it'll only take 15
seconds. Now, we can spare that, see.

Come on. Knock it off.

Okay.

Okay. Okay, killer.

Yeah.

Will you stand right there
and mark the front door?

It was chain-locked according
to the testimony, remember?

Has anybody got a watch
with a second hand?

I have.

When you want me to start, stamp
your foot. That'll be the body falling.

You can time me from there.

What are we gonna do,
play charades now?

- Come on! What are we waiting for?
- Okay, I'm ready.

Well, I want to wait till
the second hand reaches 60.

Oh, come on.

Come on. Speed it up. He could
walk twice as fast as that.

You want me to walk
faster than that, I will.

Lock. Door. Stop.

- Right.
- What's the time?

Uh, exactly 41 seconds.

This is what I think happened.

The old man heard the fight between the
boy and his father a few hours earlier.

Then when he's lying in bed, he heard the
body hit the floor in the boy's apartment...

heard the woman scream
from across the street,

got to his front door
as fast as he could...

heard somebody racing down the
stairs and assumed it was the boy.

- I think that's possible.
- Assumed?

Oh.

Brother, I've seen all kinds
of dishonesty in my day,

but this little display
takes the cake.

You all come in here with
your hearts bleeding all

over the floor about
slum kids and injustice.

You listen to some fairy tales.

Suddenly you start getting through
to some of these old ladies.

Well, you're not getting through
to me. I've had enough.

What's the matter with you guys?

You all know he's guilty!
He's got to burn!

You're letting him slip
through our fingers.

"Slip through our fingers"?
Are you his executioner?

I'm one of 'em!

Perhaps you'd like
to pull the switch.

For this kid, you bet I would.

I feel sorry for you. What it must
feel like to want to pull the switch.

Ever since you walked into
this room, you've been

acting like a self-appointed
public avenger.

You want to see this
boy die because you

personally want it,
not because of the facts.

- You're a sadist.
- You...

Let me go!
I'll kill him. I'll kill him!

You don't really mean
you'll kill me, do you?

Is there anything wrong, gentlemen?
I heard some noise.

Oh, no. Everything's all right. We're just...
You know, friendly little argument. It's...

Um, listen, we're through with that
diagram. You can take it if you want.

Here you are. Thank you.

What are you lookin' at?

I suppose somebody has
to start it off again.

I beg pardon.

"I beg pardon." What
are you so polite about?

For the same reason you're not.

It's the way I was brought up.

This fighting...

That's not why we
are here, to fight.

We have a responsibility.

This, I have always thought, is a
remarkable thing about democracy...

that we are...

Uh, what is the word?

Notified. That we are
notified by mail...

to come down to this place to
decide on the guilt or innocence...

of a man we have never
heard of before.

We have nothing to gain or
lose by... by our verdict.

This is one of the reasons
why we are strong.

We should not make
it a personal thing.

Thank you.

If nobody else has an idea,
I may have a cutie here.

I mean, I haven't given it much thought,
but let's throw it out on the stoop...

and see if the cat licks it up.

- The cat licks it up?
- Yeah. If the boy...

Look how dark it's
getting out there.

I'll bet we're gonna
have a storm now.

Boy, oh, boy. It's really hot, huh?

Pardon me, but don't
you ever sweat?

No, I don't.

Well, listen. I, uh...

I was wondering if, uh, maybe...

maybe we should take another vote.

Oh, great. Maybe we can follow this one up
with a little dancing and refreshments, huh?

- Hmm.
- Mr. Foreman?

Well, that's okay with me.
Anyone doesn't want to vote?

- Hey, come on. Come on.
- I'm sorry.

I think we ought to have an open
ballot... call out our votes, you know.

Let's see who stands where.

That sounds fair to me.
Anyone object?

Okay. I'll call off
your jury numbers. One.

Oh, that's me. I vote guilty.

Two?

Not guilty.

- Number three?
- Guilty.

Number four?

Guilty.

- Number five?
- Not guilty.

- Number six?
- Not guilty.

Number seven?

Guilty.

Number eight?

Not guilty.

- Number nine?
- Not guilty.

- Number 10?
- Guilty.

Number 11?

Not guilty.

Number 12?

Number 12.

Guilty.

The vote is now six to six.

Yeah, right. And we go into
extra innings here, huh?

Six to six. I'm telling you, some of you
people in here must be out of your minds.

A kid like that.

I don't think the kind of boy he
is has anything to do with it.

The facts are supposed
to determine the case.

Don't give me that!
I'm sick and tired of facts!

You can twist them any way you like.
You know what I mean?

That's exactly the point this
gentleman has been making.

Oh!

I mean, you keep shouting
at the top of your lungs.

I'd like to be a few years younger.

That man gets on my...

- My, it's hot in here, isn't it?
- Do you want a drink of water?

No. No, thanks. Thanks.

It's gonna rain.

Well, how'd you figure
that out, killer?

How come you changed your vote?

Well, it just seemed to me
there was room for doubt.

You haven't got a leg to stand on.
You know that, I hope.

I don't feel that way. There were a
lot of details that never came out.

- Yeah. Well, good luck.
- Oh, come on. You're like everybody else.

You think too much.
You get mixed up.

You know what I mean?

Now, listen. I don't think
you have any right...

Loudmouth.

Look at that come down, will you?

You know...

this reminds me of a
storm we had last...

Oh, when was that? November...

I don't know. Something. It was
quite a storm we had there.

It was right in the
middle of a game.

Uh, we were behind 7-6...

but we just started to move the
ball, right off the tackle.

Started cutting right...
slash here and slash right in...

cut right through.

And, uh...

We had this kid Slattery, you know?

A real... He was an ox.
You know, a real ox.

I wish I had another
one just like him.

I forgot to tell you. I'm the assistant head
coach at the Andrew J. McCorkle High School.

- Oh, yeah?
- That's out in Queens.

And, uh, anyway...

we're starting to
move along real nice.

Their whole line is just...
they're just coming apart.

And it starts to come down
cats and dogs, just like this.

Just whoosh...
you know, right down.

Well, that was murder, you know?

I swear, I... I nearly bawled.

You just...
You couldn't go nowhere.

Well.

Hey, what is it with this fan here?
How come...

Hey! Huh?

Must have been on the
same switch with the lights.

Well, things are
looking up here, huh?

Yeah, huh?

Boy. That's better.

Hey!

Two points.

Any of you guys ever
go to the Garden?

That's a damn stupid thing to do.

Oh, I'm sorry. I, uh...

You know?

Pardon me.

Well, how do you like it?
Even Steven.

Pretty surprising, isn't it?

Yes.

Say, that business before, when
that tall guy... what's-his-name...

was trying to bait me...
That doesn't prove anything.

I'm a pretty excitable person.

I mean, where does he come off calling me
a public avenger, sadist and everything?

Anyone in his right mind
would blow his stack, huh?

He was just trying to bait me.

He did an excellent job.

I'll tell you what I think.
We're going nowhere here.

I'm ready to walk into court right
now and declare a hung jury.

There's no point in this
thing going on any more.

Yeah. I go for that too.

Listen, let's take it in to the judge and let
the kid take his chances with 12 other guys.

I don't think the judge will accept a hung
jury. We haven't been in here very long.

Well, let's find out.

I'm not in favor of that.

Listen. This kid wouldn't stand a chance
with another jury, and you know it.

Come on! We're hung. Nobody's gonna
change his vote. Let's take it inside.

You still don't think there's
room for reasonable doubt?

No, I don't.

Pardon.

Maybe you don't fully understand
the term "reasonable doubt."

What do you mean
I don't understand?

Boy, how do ya like this guy?

I'm tellin' ya, they're all alike.

They come over here, running for their life,
and before they can take a deep breath...

they're telling us how
to run the show, huh?

Boy, the arrogance of this guy.

Hey, all right. Let's stop the
arguing for about two minutes in here.

Now, who's got something
constructive to say?

I'd like to go over something,
if you gentlemen don't mind.

An important point for the
prosecution was the fact...

that after the boy claimed
he'd been at the movies...

during the hours that the
killing took place...

couldn't remember the names of the movies
or the stars who appeared in them.

This gentleman here has put up
that point in here several times.

That's correct.

It was the only alibi
the boy offered...

and he himself couldn't back
it up with any details at all.

Putting yourself in the boy's place,
do you think you could remember details...

after an upsetting experience such as
being slapped in the face by your father?

I think so, if there were any
special details to remember.

The boy couldn't remember
the names of the movies

he saw because be wasn't
there that night.

According to the police
testimony in court...

the boy was questioned by the detectives
in the kitchen of his apartment...

while the body of his father was
lying on the floor in the bedroom.

Do you think you could remember
details under those circumstances?

- I do.
- Under great emotional stress?

- Under great emotional stress.
- He remembered them correctly in court.

He named the pictures and the
stars who played in them.

Yes. His lawyer took great
pains to bring that out.

He had three months from the night
of the murder to the day of the trial...

in which to memorize them.

It's not difficult for a lawyer to find out
what played at a particular theater...

on a particular night.

I'll take the testimony
of the policemen who

interrogated the boy right
after the murder...

when he couldn't remember
a thing about the movies...

great emotional stress or not.

- I'd like to ask you a personal question.
- Go ahead.

- Where were you last night?
- I was home.

- How about the night before that?
- Come on! What is this?

No, it's all right.

I left the office at 8:30 and
went straight home and to bed.

And the night before that?

That was, uh, Tuesday night?

The night of the bridge tournament.
I played bridge.

Monday night?

When you get down to New
Year's Eve, 1954, let me know, huh?

Monday night?

Monday night, uh, my wife
and I went to the movies.

- What did you see?
- The Scarlet Circle.

- It was a clever whodunit.
- What was the second feature?

The, um...

I'll tell you in a minute.
The, uh...

Remarkable Mrs., uh, something...

The...

Mrs. Bainbridge.
The Remarkable Mrs. Bainbridge.

I saw that. It's called
The Amazing Mrs. Bainbridge.

Uh, yes. The Amazing Mrs. Bainbridge.
I think that's right.

Who was in The Amazing
Mrs. Bainbridge?

Barbara... Long, I think it was.

A dark, very pretty girl.

Ling or Long...
something like that.

- Who else?
- I'd never heard of them before.

It was a very inexpensive second
feature with, uh, unknown...

And you weren't under an
emotional stress, were you?

No.

I wasn't.

I think the point is made.

Big point!

You can talk till your tongue
is draggin' on the floor.

The boy is guilty, period.
You know what I mean, my friend?

- Who's got those cough drops?
- They're all gone, my friend.

Oh, boy. Look at that rain.

There goes your ball game.

It's only a shower.

Besides, they got the
infield covered.

Right. Say, could I see that
knife a second, please?

Well, we're still
tied up six to six.

Who's got a suggestion?

It's five after 6:00.
Let's get some dinner.

Why don't we wait till 7:00,
give it another hour, huh?

Okay with me.

Uh, there's something
I'd like to say.

I mean, it's been bothering me a little,
and as long as we're stuck.

Well, there was this whole business about
the stab wound and how it was made...

the downward angle of it, you know?

Don't tell me we're gonna
start with that again.

They've been over it and over it.

Well, I know they did,
but I don't go along with it.

Now, the boy was 5 feet 7
inches tall. His father was 6'2...

That's a difference
of seven inches.

It's a very awkward thing to stab
down into the chest of someone...

who's more than half a
foot taller than you are.

Give me that.

I'll give you a demonstration.
Somebody get up.

You...

I want you to watch this 'cause
I don't want to have to do it again.

I'll make myself about six or
seven inches shorter, okay?

- It's about right. Maybe a little more.
- Okay. A little more.

That's not funny.

Now, nobody's hurt. Right?

Right. Nobody hurt.

Now, this is the way I'd stab a
man who was taller than I was.

Look at the angle... down and in.

And this is the way it was done.

Now tell me I'm wrong.

- Down and in. I guess there's no argument.
- Hold it a minute, will ya?

Can you give me that?

Boy, I hate these things.

- Did you ever see a knife fight?
- No.

- You?
- No.

Anybody here ever
see a knife fight?

Well, I have. You know,
on my back stoop...

the lot across
the street, backyard.

Switchblades came with the
neighborhood where I lived.

It's funny I never thought of it before.
I guess you try to forget those things.

- How do you use a switchblade?
- Well, you'd never use it like this.

See, you use too much
time switching hands.

Here's how... underhanded.

Anyone who's ever used a switch knife
wouldn't handle it any other way.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

That's why they're made
to open like that.

You'd say the boy was
pretty handy with a knife?

Mm-hmm.

You think he could have made the kind
of wound that killed his father?

No. Not with the experience he'd had
all his life handling these things.

I feel he'd have gone
for him underhanded.

How do you know? Were you in the
room when the father was killed?

No. Neither was anybody else.

So what are you giving us all this
mumbo jumbo for? I don't believe it.

I don't think you can
determine what type of

wound the boy might or
might not have made...

simply because he knew
how to handle a knife.

What do you think?

- I don't know.
- What do you mean you don't know?

I don't know.

How about you?

I don't know about the rest
of them, but I'm getting a

little tired of this
yackety-yackin' back and forth.

It's gettin' us nowhere. So I
guess I'll have to break it up.

I change my vote to not guilty.

- You what?
- You heard me. I've had enough.

What do you mean you've had enough?
That's no answer!

Hey, listen. You just take care
of yourself, huh? You know?

He's right. That's not an answer.

What kind of a man are you?

You have sat here and voted
guilty with everyone else...

because there are some baseball tickets
burning a hole in your pocket.

And now you've changed your vote because
you say you're sick of all the talking here?

Now listen, buddy!

Who tells you that you have the right
to play like this with a man's life?

- Don't you care...
- Now wait a minute!

- You can't talk like that to me!
- I can talk like that to you.

If you want to vote not guilty...

then do it because you are
convinced the man is not guilty...

not because you've had enough.

And if you think he is guilty,
then vote that way.

Or don't you have the guts to
do what you think is right?

- Now listen.
- Guilty or not guilty?

- I told you, not guilty.
- Why?

Look, I don't have to...

You do have to! Say it! Why?

All right. I don't, uh,
think he's guilty.

I want another vote.

Okay. There's another
vote called for.

I guess the quickest way is a
show of hands. Anyone object?

Okay. All those voting not
guilty, raise your hands.

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

eight.

Um, nine.

Um, all those voting guilty,
raise your hands.

One, two, three.

Well, the vote's nine to
three in favor of acquittal.

I don't understand you people!

I mean, all these picky little
points you keep bringing up.

They don't mean nothing!
You saw this kid just like I did.

You're not gonna tell me you believe that
phony story about losing the knife...

and that business about
being at the movies.

Look, you know how these
people lie. It's born in them.

I mean, what the heck.
I don't have to tell you.

They don't know what the truth is.

And let me tell you, they don't need any
real big reason to kill someone either.

No, sir.

They get drunk! Oh, they're
real big drinkers, all of 'em.

You know that. And bang...
someone's lying in the gutter.

Well, nobody's blaming them for it.
That's the way they are, by nature.

You know what I mean? Violent!

Where are you going?

Human life don't mean as much
to them as it does to us.

Look! They're lushing it up
and fighting all the time...

and if somebody gets killed,
so somebody gets killed!

They don't care!

Oh, sure, there's some
good things about 'em too.

Look, I'm the first
one to say that.

I've known a couple who were okay, but
that's the exception, you know what I mean?

Most of 'em, it's like they have
no feelings. They can do anything.

What's going on here?

I'm... I'm trying to tell ya...

you're making a big
mistake, you people.

This kid is a liar! I know it.
I know all about them.

Listen to me. They're no good.

There's not a one of
'em who's any good.

I mean, what...
What's happening in here?

I'm speaking my piece, and you...

Listen to me.

I...

We're... This kid on
trial here, his type...

Well, don't you know about them?

Th-There's...
There's a danger here.

These people are dangerous.

They're... wild.

Listen to me.

- Listen.
- I have.

Now sit down and don't
open your mouth again.

I was only trying to... tell you.

It's always difficult to keep personal
prejudice out of a thing like this.

Wherever you run into it,
prejudice always obscures the truth.

I don't really know
what the truth is.

I don't suppose anybody
will ever really know.

Nine of us now seem to feel
that the defendant is innocent.

But we're just gambling
on probabilities.

We may be wrong.

We may be trying to let
a guilty man go free.

I don't know.

Nobody really can.

But we have a reasonable doubt...

and that's something that's
very valuable in our system.

No jury can declare a man
guilty unless it's sure.

We nine can't understand...

how you three are still so sure.

- Maybe you can tell us.
- I'll try.

You've made some excellent points, but I
still believe the boy is guilty of murder...

and I have two reasons.

One, the evidence given by the
woman across the street...

who actually saw the
murder committed.

As far as I'm concerned,
that's the most important testimony.

And two, the fact that she described
the stabbing by saying...

she saw the boy raise his arm over his head
and stab down into the father's chest.

She saw him do it the wrong way.

That's absolutely right.

Let's talk about this
woman for a moment.

She said she went to bed
about 11:00 that night.

Her bed was next to the window,
and she could look out while lying down...

and see directly into the
boy's room across the street.

She tossed and turned for over
an hour, unable to sleep.

Finally, she turned toward the window
at about ten minutes after 12:00...

and, as she looked out, she saw the killing
through the windows of a passing el train.

She said the lights went out
immediately after the killing...

but that she got a good look at the boy
in the act of stabbing his father.

As far as I can see it,
this is unshakable testimony.

- Well, that's the whole case.
- What do you think?

How about you?

I-I don't know.

So much evidence to sift.

This is a pretty
complicated business.

Frankly, I don't see how you
can vote for acquittal.

It's not so easy to arrange
all the evidence in order.

You can throw out
all the other evidence!

The woman saw him do it!
What else do you want?

- Yeah, well, maybe...
- Let's vote on it.

Okay. There's another
vote called for.

Anybody object?

All right. I'm changing my vote.
He's guilty.

Anybody else?
The vote is eight to four.

Why is this such a personal
triumph for you... this one vote?

Okay. I say we're a hung jury.
I say we take it in to the judge.

How about it?
I want to hear arguments.

You, you're the leader of
the cause. What about it?

Let's go over it again.

We've been over it again!

The boy in the gray flannel
suit here is bouncin'

backwards and forwards
like a tennis ball.

No point in getting nasty and
trying to turn this into a contest.

Okay.

Maybe we can talk about setting
some kind of time limit.

Yeah, once around
for the deal, huh?

It's a quarter after 6:00.

Someone before mentioned 7:00.

I think that's a point at which
we might begin to discuss...

the question of whether
we're a hung jury or not.

Don't you feel well?

I feel perfectly well, thank you.

I was saying that 7:00
would be a reasonable time.

Uh, the reason I asked about
that was because, uh...

you were rubbing your nose like...

Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting...

but you made a gesture that
reminded me of something.

I'm trying to settle something
here. Do you mind?

Well, I think this is important.

Thank you.

Now then, I'm sure you'll
pardon me for this...

but I was wondering why you were
rubbing your nose like that.

Oh, come on, will ya?

At this point, I happen to be talking
to the gentleman sitting next to you!

Now, why were you rubbing
your nose like that?

Well, if it's any of your business, I was
rubbing it because it bothers me a little.

Oh. I'm sorry.

- Is it... Is it because of your eyeglasses?
- It is.

Now can we get on
to something else?

Your eyeglasses made those two deep
impressions on the sides of your nose.

I hadn't noticed that before.

- That must be annoying.
- It is very annoying.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

I've never worn eyeglasses.
Twenty-twenty.

Listen, will you come on already
with the optometrist bit?

The woman who testified
that she saw the killing...

had those same marks on
the sides of her nose.

Holy smokes! You know, he's right.

Please.

Just give me a minute,
and I'll be finished.

I don't know if anyone else
noticed that about her.

I didn't think of it then,
but I've been going over her face...

in my mind.

She had those same marks.

- She kept rubbing them in court.
- He's right. She did do that a lot.

This woman was about, uh...
about 45 years old.

She was making a tremendous
effort to look 35...

for her first public appearance.

Heavy makeup, dyed hair...

brand-new clothes that should have
been worn by a younger woman.

No glasses.

No, women do that.

See if you can get the
mental picture of it.

What do you mean, no glasses?

How do you know whether she wore glasses?
Just 'cause she was rubbing her nose?

Now, she had those
marks. I saw 'em.

So what? What do ya
think that means?

Listen, I'm getting so sick
of your yelling in here!

Come on. Forget it.

Hey, listen. Listen, he's right.
I saw them too.

I was the closest one to her. She had these,
these things on the side of her nose.

- What do you call those on the side?
- Well, what point are you making here?

She had dyed hair, marks on her nose.
Well, what does that mean?

Could those marks be made by
anything other than eyeglasses?

No, they couldn't.

I didn't see any marks!

I did.

Strange, but I didn't
think about it before.

Well, what about the lawyer?
Why didn't he say something?

There are 12 people in here
concentrating on this case.

Eleven of us didn't
think of it either.

Well, what about the district attorney?
Do you think he'd pull a trick like that?

Have her testify
without her glasses?

Did you ever see a woman who
had to wear glasses and

didn't want to because she
thinks they spoil her looks?

Okay. She had marks on her nose.

I'm giving you that.
From glasses, right?

She didn't want to wear 'em out of the house
so people would think she's gorgeous.

But when she saw this kid killing his
father, she was in the house alone.

That's all.

- Do you wear glasses when you go to bed?
- No, I don't.

No one wears eyeglasses to bed.

It's logical to assume that she wasn't
wearing them when she was in bed...

tossing and turning,
trying to fall asleep.

- How do you know?
- I don't know! I'm guessing.

I'm also guessing that she probably
didn't put her glasses on...

when she turned to look
casually out of the window.

And she herself testified the killing
took place just as she looked out.

The lights went off a
split second later.

She couldn't have had
time to put them on then.

- Wait a second.
- Here's another guess.

Maybe she honestly thought she saw the boy
kill his father. I say she only saw a blur.

How do you know what she saw?
How does he know all that?

How do you know what kind of glasses
she wore? Maybe they were sunglasses.

Maybe she was farsighted.
What do you know about it?

I only know the woman's
eyesight is in question now.

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

You can't send someone off to
die on evidence like that.

Oh, don't give me that.

Don't you think the woman
might have made a mistake?

- No.
- It's not possible?

No, it's not possible.

Is it possible?

Not guilty.

Do you think he's guilty?

I think he's guilty.

Do you?

No. I'm convinced.

Not guilty.

What's the matter with you?

I have a reasonable doubt now.

Eleven to one.

Well, what about all the other evidence?
What about all that stuff?

The knife, the whole business!

Well, you said we could throw
out all the other evidence.

Well, what do we do now?

You're alone.

I don't care whether
I'm alone or not! It's my right.

It's your right.

Well, what do you want?
I say he's guilty.

- We want to hear your arguments.
- I gave you my arguments.

We're not convinced.

We want to hear them again.

We have as much time as it takes.

Everything... Every single thing
that took place in that courtroom...

but I mean everything...
says he's guilty.

What do you think,
I'm an idiot or something?

Why don't you take that
stuff about the old man?

The old man who lived there
and heard everything.

Or this business about the knife.

What? 'Cause he found another
one exactly like it?

The old man saw him right
there on the stairs!

What's the difference how
many seconds it was?

Every single thing.

The knife falling through
a hole in his pocket.

You can't prove he
didn't get to the door.

Sure, you can take all the time,
hobble around the room.

But you can't prove it!

And what about this business
of the el and the movies?

There's a phony deal
if I ever heard one.

I'll bet ya $5,000 I'd
remember the movies I saw.

I'm telling ya, everything
that's gone on...

has been twisted and turned!

This business with the glasses?

How do you know she didn't have them on?
This woman testified in open court!

And what about hearing
the kid yell, huh?

I'm telling ya, I've got
all the facts here.

Here. Ah...

Well, that's it!
That's the whole case.

Well?

Say something!

You lousy bunch of bleeding hearts.

You're not gonna intimidate me.

I'm entitled to my opinion.

Rotten kids.
You work your life out!

I can't keep...

No.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not...

Um, we're ready now.

Hey!

What's your name?

Davis.

My name's McCardle.

Well, so long.

So long.