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Juror #3 Quotes:
Juror #8: [after conducting an experiment to see if the old man could have reached his door in 15 seconds] Here's 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 his bed, he heard a 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!
Juror #6: I think that's possible!
Juror #3: [from the other side of the room] *"Assumed"?*
[Everyone looks at #3 as he chuckles]
Juror #3: Brother, I've seen all kinds of dishonesty in my day, but this little display takes the cake. Y'all come in here with your hearts bleedin' all over the floor about slum kids and injustice, you listen to some fairy tales... Suddenly, you start gettin' through to some of these old ladies. Well, you're not getting through to me, I've had enough.
Juror #3: 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!
Juror #8: [brow furrowing] "Slip through our fingers"? Are you his executioner?
Juror #3: I'm one of 'em!
Juror #8: ...Perhaps you'd like to pull the switch?
Juror #3: For this kid? You bet I would!
Juror #8: [baiting him] 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!
[#3 lunges wildly at #8, who holds his ground. Several jurors hold #3 back]
Juror #3: I'll kill him! I'll - *kill him!*
Juror #8: [calmly] You don't *really* mean you'll kill me, do you?
[Juror 8 has convinced everyone to change their votes to "not guilty" - except for Juror 3]
Juror #7: Well, what do we do now?
Juror #8: [to #3] You're alone.
Juror #3: I don't care whether I'm alone or not! It's my right.
Juror #8: [nods] It's your right.
Juror #3: Well, what do you want? I say he's guilty.
Juror #8: We want to hear your arguments.
Juror #3: I *gave* you my arguments!
Juror #8: We're not convinced. We want to hear them again. We have as much time as it takes.
Juror #3: [another pause, seething with anger] Everything - *every single thing* that took place in that courtroom, but I mean everything - says he's guilty. What d'ya think, I'm an idiot or somethin'?
[gets out of his seat]
Juror #3: Why don'tcha take that stuff about the old man - the old man who *lived* there and heard *every*thing? Or this business about the knife! What, 'cause we found 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, hobblin' around the room, but you can't prove it! And what about this business with the El? And the movies! There's a phony deal if I ever heard one. I betcha five thousand dollars I'd remember the movies I saw! I'm tellin' ya, every thing that's gone on has been twisted... and turned!
[points at Juror #8]
Juror #3: This business with the glasses? How do *you* know she didn't have 'em on? This woman testified in open court! And what about hearin' the kid yell? Huh? I'm tellin' ya, I've got all the facts here...
Juror #3: [struggles with his notebook] Here... Ah.
[He throws it on the table. The photo of him with his son is on top]
Juror #3: Well, that's it - that's the whole case!
[He turns towards the window as the other jurors stare at him; he turns back to them]
Juror #3: Well? *Say* something!
[No one obliges; everyone is focused on him]
Juror #3: You lousy bunch of bleedin' 'earts... You're not goin' to intimidate me - I'm *entitled* to my opinion!
[He sees the picture of his son on the table]
Juror #3: Rotten kids, you work your life out...!
[He grabs the picture and tears it to pieces. He suddenly realizes what he's doing and breaks down]
Juror #3: ...no. Not guilty. Not guilty.
Juror #3: [to Juror #8 about the El-Train drowning out the supposed death threat] You're talkin' about a matter of *seconds!* Nobody can be *that* accurate!
Juror #8: Well, I think testimony that can put a boy into the electric chair *should* be that accurate.
Juror #8: [answering Juror #4's remark about where the father's body was found] We're 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, could get from his bedroom to his front door in 15 seconds.
Juror #3: He said 20 seconds.
Juror #8: [looks at him] He said fifteen!
Juror #3: He said twenty seconds! What are you tryin' to distort...
Juror #11: He said fifteen.
Juror #3: [pause, then shouts] How does he know how long fifteen seconds is? You can't judge a thing like that!
Juror #9: He said fifteen seconds. He was very positive about it!
Juror #3: He was an old man! Half the time he was confused! How could he be positive about anything?
[stops, realizing what he's just admitted]
Juror #10: [when a new "not guilty" vote appears in a secret ballot] All right, who was it? I wanna know.
Juror #11: Excuse me, this was a secret ballot. We all agreed on that. Now, if the gentleman wants it to remain secret...
Juror #3: "Secret"? What do you mean, "secret"? There are no secrets in a jury room, I know who it was.
Juror #3: [to Juror #5] Brother, you really are somethin'. you sit here vote guilty like the rest of us, then some golden-voiced preacher starts tearing your poor heart out about some underprivileged kid, just couldn't help becoming a murderer, and you change your vote. Well, if that isn't the most sickening - *why don't you drop a quarter in his collection box?*
Juror #5: [astonished that #3 was accusing him, gets up] Oh, now just wait a minute! Listen, you can't talk to me that! Who do you think you are?
Juror #4: Now calm down, calm down!
Juror #5: No, now who do you think you are?
Juror #4: It doesn't matter. He's very excitable. Just sit down...
Juror #3: [exploding] "Excitable"? You bet I'm excitable! We're trying to put a guilty man in the chair where he belongs, and then someone starts telling us fairy tales and we're listening!
Juror #1: Heya, c'mon now.
Juror #3: [to Juror #5] What made you change your vote?
Juror #9: He didn't change his vote - *I* did!
Juror #10: [everyone stares] Ohhh, fine!
Juror #9: Would you like me to tell ya why?
Juror #7: No, I wouldn't like you to tell me why.
Juror #7: Well, I'd like to make it clear anyways, if you don't mind.
Juror #10: [impatient] Do we *have* to listen to this?
Juror #6: [firmly] The man wants to talk.
Juror #9: [to Juror #6] Thank you.
Juror #9: [motions to Juror #8] This gentleman has been standing alone against us. Now, he doesn't say that 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 is probably guilty, but - eh, I want to hear more. Right now the vote is 10 to 2...
[Juror #7 gets up and heads to the bathroom]
Juror #9: Now I'm talking here! You have no right to leave this room - !
Juror #8: [calmly stopping him] He can't hear you, and he never will. Let's sit down.
Juror #3: 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. He was just trying to bait me.
Juror #4: He did an excellent job.
Juror #3: 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". You ever hear a kid call his father that anymore?
Juror #8: Fathers don't seem to think it's important anymore.
Juror #3: [looking at him] You got any kids?
Juror #8: Three.
Juror #3: I got one. Twenty-two years old.
[takes photo from his wallet and shows it to Juror #8]
Juror #3: Aah. 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 outta you if I have to break you in two tryin'". And I made a man out of him. When he was sixteen, we had a fight. Hit me in the jaw - a big kid. Haven't seen him for two years. Kids... work your heart out...
Juror #3: [when Juror #11 questions whether the boy would return home to retrieve the knife] Look, you voted guilty. What side are ya on?
Juror #11: I don't believe I have to be loyal to one side or the other. I'm simply asking questions.
[after Juror #8 has established that the old man witness could not have heard the killing over the noise of the elevated train]
Juror #3: Why should he lie? What's he got to gain?
Juror #9: Attention, maybe.
Juror #3: You keep coming in with these bright sayings! Why don't you send 'em into a paper? They pay three dollars apiece!
Juror #6: [getting up] What are you talkin' to him like that for? Guy talks like that to an old man really oughta get stepped on, you know. You oughta have more respect, mister. If you say stuff like that to him again... I'm gonna lay you out.
[Juror #9 has pointed out that the witness across the street had marks on her nose, indicating that she normally wore glasses]
Juror #8: [to Juror #4] Do you wear glasses when you go to bed?
Juror #4: No. I don't. No one wears eyeglasses to bed.
Juror #8: It's logical to assume that *she* wasn't wearing them when she was in bed - tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep!
Juror #3: How do *you* know?
Juror #8: 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!
[stops #3 from stopping him]
Juror #8: Here's another guess: maybe she honestly thought she saw the boy kill his father - I say she only saw a blur!
Juror #3: 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 far-sighted! What do you *know* about her?
Juror #8: I only know the woman's eyesight is in question now!
Juror #11: She had to be able to identify a person sixty feet away, at night, without glasses.
Juror #2: You can't send someone off to die on evidence like that!
Juror #3: Oh, don't give me that.
Juror #8: Don't you think the woman *might* have made a mistake?
Juror #3: [stubbornly] No!
Juror #8: It's not *possible?*
Juror #3: No, it's not possible!
Juror #8: [gets up and speaks to Juror #12] Is it possible?
Juror #12: [nods] Not guilty.
Juror #8: [goes to #10] You think he's guilty?
[#10 shakes his head "no"]
Juror #3: *I* think he's guilty!
Juror #8: [ignores #3; goes to #4] How about you?
Juror #4: [looks at #8, pauses, then shakes head] No... I'm convinced. Not guilty.
Juror #3: [shocked, having just lost all support] What's the matter with ya?
Juror #4: I have a reasonable doubt now.
Juror #9: Eleven to one!
Juror #8: [taking a cough drop that Juror #2 offered him] 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 he did...
Juror #10: [interrupting] You didn't prove it at all. What're you talking about?
Juror #8: But 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!"... See, we say it every day. That doesn't mean we're gonna kill anyone.
Juror #3: 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!
Juror #2: Well, gee now, I don't know.
[Everyone looks at #2]
Juror #2: I remember I was arguing with the guy I work next to at the bank a couple of weeks ago. He called me an idiot, so I yelled at him.
Juror #3: [pointing at #8] Now listen, this guy's tryin' to make you believe things that aren't so! The kid said he was gonna kill him, and he *did* kill him!
Juror #8: Let me ask you this: do you really think the kid would shout out a thing like that so the whole neighborhood could hear him? I don't think so; he's much to bright for that.
Juror #10: Bright? He's a common, ignorant slob. He don't even speak good English.
Juror #11: [looking up] He *doesn't* even speak good English.
Juror #4: I'll take the testimony from right after the murder, when he couldn't remember a thing about the movies, great emotional stress or not.
Juror #8: I'd like to ask you a personal question.
Juror #4: Go ahead.
Juror #8: Where were you last night?
Juror #4: I was home all night.
Juror #8: How about the night before that?
Juror #3: What is this?
Juror #4: It's all right. I left the office at 8:30 and went straight home and to bed.
Juror #8: And the night before that?
Juror #4: That was... Tuesday night. The bridge tournament. I played bridge.
Juror #8: Monday night?
Juror #3: When you get to New Year's Eve, 1954, let me know.
Juror #4: Monday night? Monday night... my wife and I went to the movies.
Juror #8: What did you see?
Juror #4: "The Scarlet Circle". A whodunit.
Juror #8: What was the second feature?
Juror #4: "The"... I'll tell you in a minute..."The... Remarkable Mrs." something... "Bainbridge". "The Remarkable Mrs. Bainbridge".
Juror #2: I saw that. It's called "The Amazing Mrs. Bainbridge".
Juror #4: Yes. "The Amazing Mrs. Bainbridge".
Juror #8: Who was in "The Amazing Mrs. Bainbridge"?
Juror #4: Barbara... Long, I think it was. A dark, very pretty girl. Ling or... Long, something like that.
Juror #8: Who else?
Juror #4: I'd never heard of them before. It was a very inexpensive second feature, with unknown...
Juror #8: And you weren't under an emotional stress, were you?
Juror #4: [slowly, realizing] No. I wasn't.
Juror #7: I don't know about the rest of 'em but I'm gettin' a little tired of this yakity-yack and 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."
Juror #3: You *what?*
Juror #7: You heard me, I've... had enough.
Juror #3: Whaddaya mean, you've had enough? That's no answer!
Juror #7: Hey, listen, you just uh... take care of yourself, 'uh? You know?
Juror #11: 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?
Juror #7: Now listen, buddy - !
Juror #11: Who tells you that you have the right like this to play with a man's life? Don't you care...
Juror #7: Now wait a minute! You can't talk like that to me - !
Juror #11: 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?
Juror #7: Now listen...
Juror #11: Guilty or not guilty?
Juror #7: I told ya! Not guilty!
Juror #11: Why?
Juror #7: ...Look, I don't have tuh...
Juror #11: You *do* have to! *Say* it! *Why?*
Juror #7: Uhh... I don't, uh... think he's guilty!
[Juror #11 stares back with impatient resignation, and finally returns to his seat]
Juror #3: [as Juror 8 sets up an experiment to see if the old man could reach his front door in 15 seconds] What do you mean, *you* wanna try it? Why didn't his lawyer bring it up if it's so important?
Juror #5: Well, maybe he just didn't think about it, huh?
Juror #10: What do you mean didn't think of it? Do you think the man's an idiot or something? It's an obvious thing!
Juror #5: Did *you* think of it?
Juror #10: Listen, smart guy, it 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?
Juror #8: Maybe he didn't bring it up because it would've 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.
Juror #7: So what kind of a bum is he, then?
Juror #8: That's what I've been asking, buddy.
Juror #8: Has anyone have any idea hwo long it would take an el-
[sees Jurors 3 and 12 playing Tic Tac Toe on a piece of scratch paper. He rushes over and takes away the sheet of paper]
Juror #3: Hey!
Juror #8: This isn't a game.
Juror #3: [recurring line] You *what?*
Juror #5, Juror #7: You heard me.
Juror #8: Has anyone have any idea how long it would take an el-
[sees Jurors 3 and 12 playing Tic Tac Toe on a piece of scratch paper. He rushes over and takes away the sheet of paper]
Juror #3: Hey!
Juror #8: This isn't a game.
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