User blog:CboyC95/Fanfiction - 12 Angry Louds

This is one of the longest fanfictions I had ever done, mainly because this story is loosely based off of the movie 12 Angry Men. Plus this is one of the few stories on this site where Lynn Sr. is the protagonist.

​Beginning
Lincoln:(To the viewers) You know, if there is one person in this house who always keeps things in check, it's our Dad. Living with a family of eleven kids is never easy. But somehow, Dad has always managed to make through all of it when we need him. And that's why we love him.

Lynn Sr.: *yawns* Good morning, everyone.

Kids: Good morning, Dad.

Rita: Good morning, dear. (kisses Lynn Sr.'s cheek)

Lynn Sr.: Mmm. Breakfast sure looks good, hun.

Rita: Actually, the kids helped in making it.

Lori: We want to make this a special breakfast for you, dad.

Lynn Sr.: You kids didn't have to do that.

Lana: We want to, Dad. 'Cause your the most awesomest dad ever.

Kids: Yeah.

Lynn Sr.: If I'm the luckiest man to have kids like you. (The kids hug Lynn Sr.) You kids can let me go. I have to get the mail.

(Lynn Sr. sifts through the mail in hand until he finds one that caught his attention. He open the mail, then reads the letter is shocked)

Lincoln: Dad?

Rita: Honey? What's wrong?

Lynn Sr.: Jury duty.

Rita: What?

Lynn Sr.: I got jury duty.

Leni: Dad's got Jerry duty?

Lisa: He said jury duty. Not Jerry duty.

Leni: That’s what I said. Jerry duty.

Rita: Jury duty? Are you sure? (reads the letter) Oh my. It does say that.

Lincoln: But dad. You promised we'd go fishing with Clyde and his dads today.

Lynn Sr.: Sorry, son. Maybe not today.

Luna: Wow. Bummer.

Lynn: Yeah. With a capital B.

Luan: Talk about answering the call of duty. Get it? *laugh*

Lynn Sr.: Luan. Don’t use jokes like that.

Luan: But all I said was...

Lynn Sr.: Luan.

Luan: Sorry, Dad.

Lincoln: (on walkie talkie) Clyde. Come in. Code green. I repeat, code green.

Clyde: Your dad's not going on the fishing trip?

Lincoln: Yeah. He's got jury duty. Are your dads still going?

Clyde: No. They got jury duty too.

Lincoln: Huh? Since when?

Clyde: Just now. I hope it's nothing serious.

Lola: Please, Dad, you can't go!

Lynn Sr.: Sorry, sweetie. I have to. I can't just say no. There are crimes for not going to jury duty.

Lucy: I feel a fraction of my soul disappearing.

Lily: Poo poo.

Rita: Don't cry, Lily. Daddy's not going away.

Lana: Hey Dad. What do you do on jury duty?

Lynn Sr.: Well Lana, a person on jury duty is called a juror. A jury is made up of a group of people, and they decide if a person is guilty, or not guilty.

Lana: Oh. So it's not the judge who does that?

Lynn Sr.: Oh no. The jury listens to the whole case, then everyone has to agree guilty or not guilty, then finally the judge enforces it to let the person go or take him away.

Lucy: Maybe to be executed.

Lynn Sr.: Uh, not like that, Lucy. But that person does get taken away if he did the crime.

Leni: Wow. Being on a Jerry must be hard.

Others: Jury!

Leni: That’s what I said.

Rita: Honey. Did it say when you have to be there?

Lynn Sr.: Oh. It said I to be at the courthouse by one. What time is it?

Rita: it's 20 past 11.

Lynn Sr.: Oh. I got to get dressed.

(Lynn Sr. later comes out dressed and is ready to head outside)

Lynn Sr.: Got to go now. Don’t want to be late. Love you.

Rita: Bye, honey. (kisses Lynn Sr.) Be safe.

Lynn Sr.: I will. Bye, kids!

Kids: Bye, Dad!

(Lynn Sr. hops inside vanzilla then starting backing out of driveway before suddenly stopping)

Mr. Grouse: Hey! Watch where your going, Loud! You trying to run me over!?

Lynn Sr.: Sorry about that, Mr. Grouse. I didn't see you there.

Mr. Grouse: What!? You didn’t see me walking!? I swear, you people are all the same.

Lynn Sr.: Wait. Mr. Grouse, you need a ride?

Mr. Grouse: Nah. I'll catch a bus.

Lynn Sr.: Where are you heading? If you don't mind me asking?

Mr. Grouse: The courthouse. Why?

Lynn Sr.: I'm on my way there too. What for?

Mr. Grouse: Jury duty.

Lynn Sr.: Really? I got jury duty too.

Mr. Grouse: Oh great. If it ain't bad enough I get jury duty on a relaxing weekend, now I got to deal with you. See you at court.

At the courthouse
(Lynn Sr., Mr. Grouse, Howard, and Harold sat in the jury box along with eight other jurors as the judge is about to give his explanation. Among them are Mrs. Johnson, and Coach Packowski)

Judge: And that concludes the court's explanation of the legal aspects of this case. Now ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I bring my final instruction to you. Murder in the first degree. Premeditated homicide is the most serious charge tried in our criminal courts. You've listened to the testimonies, and you have had the law read to you and interpreted as it applies to this case. It has now become your duty to separate the facts from the fancy. One man is dead. The life of another is at stake. I urge you to deliberate honestly and thoughtfully. If there is reasonable doubt, then you must bring me a verdict of not guilty. If however there is no reasonable doubt, then you must in good conscience find the accused guilty. However you decide, your vote must be unanimous. In the event you find the accused guilty, the bench will not give a recommendation of mercy. The death sentence is mandatory in this case. I don't envy you your job. You are faced with a grave responsibility. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

(The bailiff escorts the jurors to the jury room)

Bailiff: Alright folks, let's move it along.

Coach Packowski: Hey, you wants some gum?

Lynn Sr.: No thanks.

Coach Packowski: You should've seen the forecast today. The hottest day of the year.

Mrs. Johnson: Really? Oh dear.

Coach Packowski: You think with the conditions of this place we should've dropped dead in the courtroom.

Bailiff: Alright, everyone's here. Anyone need anything, I'll be right outside, just knock.

(The bailiff exited the room and shut the door. Howard try to open the door only to find it locked)

Howard: I didn't think they locked the door.

Gruff man: Sure they locked the door. What do you think?

Howard: I don't know, it just never occurred to me.

Gruff man: Hey, what's that for?

Mrs. Johnson: Oh. I thought we vote by ballots.

Gruff man: Good idea. Maybe we ought to elect him senator.

Mr. Grouse: So what do you think?

Harold: I thought it was pretty interesting.

Mr. Grouse: Yeah, well I was half asleep.

Harold: Well, this is my first time being on a jury.

Mr. Grouse: Yeah, well I've been on juries before. It always amazes me how these lawyers can talk and talk and talk. Even on a case as obvious as this one. I mean it never hurts to talk about nothing.

Harold: Well I guess they're entitled.

Mr. Grouse: Sure. Everybody's entitled to a fair trial. That's the system. Look, I'm the last person to say anything against it, but sometimes I we'd all better off if we take these tough kids, and smack them down before they cause any trouble. You know I mean? Save us time and trouble.

Coach Packowski: Okay. Let's get this thing going. What do you say, fellas?

Mrs. Johnson: Well I thought we'd all might take a 5 minute break I mean, the gentleman in the restroom hasn't come out yet...

Howard: Do we sit in order?

Mrs. Johnson: I don’t know. What do you think?

Female Reporter: Wow. Not a bad view, huh? So what did you think of the case? Had a lot of interests to me. No dead spots. You know what I mean? We were lucky if you get a murder case, huh? Oh yeah, as I figured something like burglary, assault, those can be, ugh. To think that I would be covering the case. I didn't expect to get jury duty. Say, isn't that the Commerce building?

Lynn Sr.: That’s right.

Reporter: You know what's funny? I lived here all my life, but I’ve never been here.

Coach Packowski: What a waste of time.

Gruff man: Yeah. Can you imagine. Sitting here for three days just for this.

Coach Packowski: What about the business with the knife? Gotta be dumb to believe that kind of malarkey.

Gruff man: Yeah, you got to learn to expect that. You know what I'm saying?

Coach Packowski: Yeah I suppose so. Whoa. Got a cold?

Gruff man: Oh yeah. And how. These hot weather colds can kill you. You know what I’m saying? Hardly touched my nose.

Coach Packowski: Whoa whoa whoa. Careful, or you might pop your eyes out. Oh great. The AC’s not even working. Somebody take a letter to the mayor. Tell him the air conditioner’s on the fritz.

Howard: I’ll take a look at it.

Mr. Grouse: Hey, I didn't get a chance to look at the news this morning. Anything new going on?

Fancy woman: I’m just wondering if the market closes.

Mr. Grouse: Oh yeah, you on the exchange or something?

Fancy woman: I’m the CEO of a cosmetic brand.

Mr. Grouse: Really? I work at a messenger service. I earned 40 bucks an hour. It's not much but it helps pay the bills.

Coach Packowski: Hey are we gonna get this over with or what?

Mrs. Johnson: Alright everyone, let's take our seats.

Coach Packowski: Hope this goes fast. I got tickets to a ball game tonight. Tigers and Cleveland. Heard they got this new kid pitchin’, Muchelowski. Real jobber. You guys are quite the fans aren't you?

Harold: Well, not me.

Howard: I used to go to baseball games.

Coach Packowski: Maybe I'll save you a ticket when this is over. So Agnes where do you want us to sit?

Mrs. Johnson: Well, I thought we might sit in order. Maybe by our given jury number. One, two three, four, five, and so on, if that is fine by everybody?

(All the jurors sit in their designated seats)

Reporter: So what was your impression of the prosecuting attorney?

Indian woman: I beg your pardon?

Reporter: I mean I thought he was really sharp. You know, the way he hammered home his points you know? One by one in logical sequence? I mean, come on. Take a smart mind to do something like that, you know? I was very impressed.

Indian woman: Yes. I think he did an excellent job.

Reporter: I mean he had a lot of drive too. You know what I mean? Real… drive. In my experience as a field reporter, that's something you have to look for.

Coach Packowski: Okay. Let's get this show on the road. Come on.

Mrs. Johnson: Oh right. Mr. Loud, do mind taking your seat? Mr. Loud we’re all waiting on you.

Lynn Sr.: Sorry about that. I was just thinking.

Gruff man: Pretty tough to figure, isn't it? Boy kills his father, bam! Just like that.

Reporter: Well, if you analyze the figures…

Gruff man: What figures? I’m telling you, they let the kids run wild out there. Maybe serves him right. You know what I mean?

Coach Packowski: Hey you. You a Tiger fan?

Howard: No. Cubs.

Coach Packowski: Cubs? Hehe. It's like getting smacked everyday with a crowbar. Who do they got? No seriously. Who do they got except maybe some good groundskeepers.

(The last juror an old man walked into the room)

Mrs. Johnson: Alright, now-oh! I'm so sorry, sir. I forgot about you.

Old man: No. I’m sorry I thought…

Mrs. Johnson: Nono. We were just going to get started. So, you can take your seat.

Coach Packowski: Heh. Cubs.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright, everyone. I suppose anybody has any suggestion on how we should do this? We can either discuss it then vote or, vote right now and see where we stand.

Fancy woman: I believe it is customary to take a preliminary vote.

Coach Packowski: Alright. Let's vote. Who knows, maybe we can all go home, huh?

Mrs. Johnson: Now just remember there are first degree murder charges here. We vote guilty we send the accused to the electric chair. Now that's mandatory.

Fancy woman: I think we're all aware of that.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright. Now remember, this has to be a twelve to nothing vote either way. Everyone okay with that?

Mr. Grouse: Come on. Let's vote.

Gruff man: Yeah. Let's see who's where.

Mrs. Johnson: All those voting guilty, raise your hand.

(The jurors hands are raised)

Mrs. Johnson: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. Hm. Eleven votes guilty. All those voting not guilty, raise your hand.

(Lynn Sr. slowly raised his hand)

Mrs. Johnson: I see. One vote not guilty. Votes are eleven to one in favor of guilty. Now we know where we stand.

Gruff man: Aw jeez. There's always one.

Coach Packowski: So what do we do now?

Lynn Sr.: Well I… guess we talk.

Gruff man: Boy, oh boy.

Mr. Grouse: Wait. Loud. Do you really think he's innocent?

Lynn Sr.: I don't know.

Mr. Grouse: Well let's be reasonable here. You sat in the courtroom like the rest of us, and you heard the same thing we did, he’s a dangerous killer. You can see it.

Lynn Sr.: He? The boy’s only eleven years old.

Mr. Grouse: So? That’s old enough to me. He knifed his father. Four inches into his stomach.

Slacker: I mean it's obvious. I was convinced from the first day.

Mr. Grouse: Well who was it? Look, I really think this is one of those open and shut things. I mean they proved that it does in different ways. Would you like me to list them for you?

Lynn Sr.: No.

Gruff man: Then what do you want?

Lynn Sr.: Nothing. I… I just want to talk.

Coach Packowski: Talk? What's there to talk about. We all agreed. There was nothing false about it. Nothing except you.

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

Lynn Sr.: I don't know if I believe it or not. Maybe I don't.

Coach Packowski: Then why did you vote not guilty?

Lynn Sr.: Look, there were eleven for guilty. I mean it's not easy for me to just raise my hand and send a boy off to die without at least talking first.

Coach Packowski: Who says this is up to me?

Lynn Sr.: No one.

Coach Packowski: I mean you can talk talk talk just because I voted fast? I think he's guilty. You can talk for a hundred years. You still wouldn't change my mind.

Lynn Sr.: I’m not trying to change your mind it's just that we're talking about somebody's life here. We can't just decided in 30 seconds. Suppose we’re wrong?

Coach Packowski: Heh. Suppose we’re wrong. You can suppose anything. We all believe he's guilty. Suppose it takes us 30 seconds to finish, so what?

Lynn Sr.: Look. Let's take an hour. You’re ball game doesn't start ‘til six.

Coach Packowski: Alright slugger. You’re up.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright. Anybody have something to say? Mr. McBride, how about you?

Harold: Not me.

Old man: I'm willing to put in an hour.

Lynn Sr.: Thank you.

Gruff man: Okay. Well, I heard a pretty good story last night. This woman comes running into the doctor's office stripped without...

Lynn Sr.: That's not what we're sitting here for!

Gruff man: Alright then, Mister sympathetic, you tell me. What are we sitting here for?

Lynn Sr.: I don't know. This boy’s been kicked around his whole life. You know, living in a ghetto. His mother dead since he was five years old. He spent a year and a half in a orphanage while his father served prison time for forgery. Not a very good headstart. He suffered a pretty terrible childhood. I think we owe him a few words. That's all.

Gruff man: Well I don't mind telling you this, mister. We don’t owe him a thing. He got a fair trial, didn’t he? How much do you think this trial costs? He's lucky he got it. Listen listen. I lived among 'em all my life, you can't believe a word they say. I mean, they're born liars.

Old man: You know, it suddenly occurred to me that you must be an ignorant man.

Gruff man: What do you mean? What's he talking about here?

Old man: You think you hold a monopoly on the truth?

Gruff man: What are you making a federal case about this for? Can you believe this guy?

Mrs. Johnson: Alright, now let's just calm down...

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

Mr. Grouse: Come on, it's not Sunday. We don’t need a sermon in here.

Gruff man: Monopoly, for Pete's sake.

Fancy woman: If we are going to discuss this case let's just stick to the facts.

Mrs. Johnson: She's right everyone. We have a job to do. So, let's do it. I suppose Mr. Loud can tell us why? I mean, what is he thinking? Maybe we can show him where he's probably mixed up.

Indian woman: Pardon me but, what are you drawing?

Reporter: Huh? Oh. It's one of the projects I work on down at the news station. *clears throat* "Channel 3 News. We go where the real story is" Heh heh. I wrote that line.

Indian woman: Yes. That is very catchy.

Mrs. Johnson: Miss, if you don't mind...

Reporter: Oh. I'm sorry. It's just that I have this habit of doodling. It keeps me thinking clearly.

Mrs. Johnson: We're trying to get somewhere, if you're forgetting. I mean we can sit here forever, everyone.

Reporter: Wait. Um, maybe this is an idea. This is just off the top of my head. I don’t know, I'm just thinking out loud here but, you know it seems it's up to us to convince this man that we're right, and he's wrong. So, maybe if we can each take a minute or two to just kind of... it's just a quick thought.

Mrs. Johnson: Nono. I think that's a good idea. How about we all go around once around the table by jury number. Sound good?

(The other jurors sans Lynn Sr. agreed)

Mrs. Johnson: Alright, that means you're up first.

Mr. Grouse: Okay. Now here's what I think. And I have no personal feelings in this at all, I'm just talking facts. Number one: let's take the old man who lived on the second floor apartment building, underneath the room where the murder took place. At 10 after 12 at the evening of the murder, he heard loud noises from the apartment upstairs. He said it sounded like a fight. Then he heard the kid yell out "I'm gonna kill you!". A second later he heard a body hit the floor. He ran out to the door of his apartment, looked out, and saw the kid run down the stairs, and out of the house. Then he called the police. They found the father with a knife in his stomach.

Mrs. Johnson: And the coroner affixed the time of death around midnight.

Mr. Grouse: Right. Those are the facts. You can't rebut facts. The kid is guilty. Look, I'm as sympathetic as the next guy, I mean I know that he's only a kid, but he's gotta pay for what he did.

Coach Packowski: I'm with you, bub.

Fancy woman: I think it seems obvious to me anyway, that the boy's entire story was flimsy. He claimed he was at a late night arcade at the time of the killing yet one hour later he couldn't remember the name of the arcade itself or some of the games there.

Mr. Grouse: That’s right. She's absolutely right.

Fancy woman: And no one had saw him go into or out of the arcade.

Gruff man: Wait a minute. What about the woman across the street? Now if her testimony don’t prove it, nothing does.

Indian woman: That’s right. She was the one who actually saw the killing.

Mrs. Johnson: Yes, but let's go in order, okay?

Gruff man: Wait just a minute. Now there's a woman, right? She's lying in bed, can't sleep, right? She's dying from the heat, you know what I mean? Anyway, she looks out the window, right across the street, she sees the kid stick the knife in his father. The time was 12:10 on the nose. Everything fits. Now she known this kid all his life, his window's right opposite of her's, right across the highway. And she sworn she saw him do it.

Lynn Sr.: Even though the actual stabbing was obscured by a big rig?

Gruff man: Right. She saw the father and the boy with the knife in his hands just as the truck drove by. As it drove past, both were gone from the window. But she did confirmed that the boy did stabbed his father.

Lynn Sr.: I like to ask you something.

Gruff man: Sure.

Lynn Sr.: You don’t believe the boy.

Gruff man: No.

Lynn Sr.: Then how come you believe the woman? She could be one of them too, isn't she?

Other jurors: Oooo?

Gruff man: Oh, you're a pretty smart fella, ain't you? Nonono. What are you so wise about? Can you believe this guy?

Mr. Grouse: Alright, calm down. Why are you letting him get you so upset for, huh?

Mrs. Johnson: Alright. Let's just all calm down, and try to keep it peaceful in here, okay? Now, who's turn was it? Um... Mr. McBride, I think you were next.

Harold: Well it's hard for me to put into words I... I just think he's guilty. I thought it was obvious from the word go. I mean, nobody proved otherwise.

Lynn Sr.: Nobody has to prove otherwise. The burden of proof is on the prosecution. The defendant doesn't have to open his mouth. That's in the Constitution, you've heard of it?

Harold: Sure I've heard of it. I know it is, it's just that... the boy is guilty. I mean, somebody saw him do it.

Howard: I'll... I'll pass.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright. That's your privilege. Next person?

Slacker: Well, I don’t know. I mean, I was convinced early in the case. I was looking for a motive. That's very important. But without a motive, where's your case? Well anyway, there was that testimony of the people who lived across the hall in the boy's apartment, didn’t they say something about the boy and his father having a fight the night of the killing, at 7:00 pm? I mean, I could be wrong.

Indian woman: Actually, it was 8 o clock. Not seven.

Lynn Sr.: That’s right. It was 8 o clock. They said they heard an argument, but they couldn't make out what it was about. Then they heard the father hit the boy twice, then they saw the boy walk angrily out of the house. Now what does that prove?

Slacker: Well, it doesn't prove anything it's just part of the whole picture. I didn't say it proved anything.

Lynn Sr.: But you said it revealed a motive for the killing. The prosecuting attorney said the same thing. I don't think that's a very strong motive. This kid's been hit so many times in his life that violence is practically a normal state of affairs for him. I just can't see two slaps in the face provoke him to commit murder.

Fancy woman: Perhaps it may have been two slaps too many. After all, everyone has a breaking point.

Mrs. Johnson: Anything else?

Slacker: No.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright then. Thank you. Coach Packowski, I think you're up next.

Coach Packowski: It's already been said before. I mean, just look at this kid's record. He's done five for cryin' out loud. When he was six years old he got juvens court for throwing a rock at his teacher. He's got reform school a year later and stole a car. He got picked up for mugging, and twice. TWICE he got caught for trying to stab a few kids. They say he was handy with a knife, you know that? Oh yeah. Real good kid.

Lynn Sr.: Ever since he was eight years old, his father beat him up on a normal basis. He used his fists.

Coach Packowski: So would I on a kid like that.

Fancy woman: Would you call those beatings a motive for him to kill his father?

Lynn Sr.: I don't know, I say that's a motive for being an angry kid, I'll say that.

Mr. Grouse: Ah, it's the kids. The way they are these days. Angry, hostile, can't do a thing with them. Even how they talk to you. When I was younger, I used to call my father 'sir'. That's right, sir. You hear a kid call their father that these days?

Lynn Sr.: Fathers don’t seem to think that's important anymore.

Gruff man: Oh yeah? How many do you got?

Mr. Grouse: Oh, this ought to be a good one.

Lynn Sr.: Eleven.

(The other jurors sans Mr. Grouse, Howard and Harold, Mrs. Johnson, and Coach Packowski are shocked)

Reporter: That many?

Indian woman: Did he say he had eleven children?

Gruff man: Wait w-wait wait. Did you say eleven?

Lynn Sr.: That’s right. Ten girls and one boy.

Gruff man: How old is the boy?

Lynn Sr.: Eleven. My oldest daughter is seventeen, and my youngest daughter is close to a year old.

Mr. Grouse: He's right, you know. I know that for a fact because I live next to this man, and let me tell you, it's like a zoo over there. You not the only one in here with kids. Guess how many I got? One, and he was Nineteen when I last saw him. We did everything for that boy and what happened, when he was nine he ran away from a fight. I saw him. I was so ashamed I almost threw up. I told him flat out, "I'm gonna make a man out of you, or I'm gonna bust you in half trying!" I made a man out of him alright. When he was sixteen, we got into a bout. He hit me in the face. He's big, you know? I hadn't seen him in four years. Rotten kid. I mean you work your heart out for them and... let's move on.

Fancy woman: I think we're missing the point here. This boy, let's say he's a product of a filthy neighborhood and a broken home. We can't help that. We are here to determine whether his is guilty or innocent of murder. Not to go into why he was bought up that way. He was born in a ghetto. Ghettos are known to be breeding grounds for criminals. I know it and so do you. It's no secret that children who come from ghetto backgrounds are detrimental to society...

Gruff man: Oh you can say that again. Oh no, the kids who crawl of places like that, are real trash. I don't what anything to do with them. I'm telling you.

Howard: Hey I grew up in a ghetto all my life. And I suffered being bullied by that trash at school five days a week!

Harold: Howie.

Gruff man: Now wait a second!

Howard: I used to play in a backyard that was filled with garbage! Maybe you can smell some of it!

(The jurors began to argue)

Mrs. Johnson: Let's just calm down, okay. Let's be reasonable. There's nothing personal.

Howard: No, there is something personal!

Mr. Grouse: Calm down. He wasn't talking about you. Don’t be so sensitive.

Indian woman: Desensitivity. I understand.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright, let's just calm down and relax, okay? We're not here to argue, everyone. Now let's get back to our seats. Now who's turn was it? I think it's your turn.

Lynn Sr.: I wasn't expecting a turn. I thought you all were suppose to be convincing me, wasn’t that the whole point?

Mrs. Johnson: That’s right. I forgot. My mistake.

Gruff man: What the heck's the difference? I mean, he’s the one who's keeping us here. Come on, let's hear what he's got to say.

Mrs. Johnson: Now just hold on a minute. We agreed to do it a certain way, so let's stick to what we said.

Gruff man: Stop being such a kid.

Mrs. Johnson: Hm? What do you mean by that?

Gruff man: What do think I mean? K-I-D kid.

Mrs. Johnson: Why is it because I trying to keep things nice and organized, and keep things smooth? Well I'll have you know that I'm a certified teacher.

Gruff man: Well excuse me, Miss teacher. I didn't know we're in the middle of class. Was I being disruptive? Are we taking a pop quiz? Or are gonna give this man an A+ for being such a good student?

Mrs. Johnson: Now you're making fun of me? You want to sit here? You want the responsibility? I'll tell you this, I'll just sit over here and keep my mouth shut, how about that?

Gruff man: No need to make a fuss about it. Calm down, will you?

Mrs. Johnson: Why are you telling me to calm down? You want to sit in the chair, sit in the chair. You think it's so smooth and easy or what, you think it's that simple? Well Mr. 'I'm better than a dumb teacher', let's see how you would handle this?

Gruff man: Can you believe this woman?

Reporter: Hey hey hey. Let's just take it easy. Everything is under control, okay?

Mrs. Johnson: No. This man bought it up. You want to take over?

Reporter: No. Nonono. You're doing a beautiful job, okay? Nobody wants to change, am I right?

Coach Packowski: You're doing great, Agnes. You just hang in there, okay?

Gruff man: Alright. Come on. Let's hear from somebody.

Lynn Sr.: Well if you want me to tell you how I feel about this, I guess that's alright with me. Well, I haven't got anything brilliant. I don't know anymore than you do. According to the testimony, the boy looks guilty. Maybe he is. I sat in court for three days listening while the evidence is building up. Eveybody sounded so positive that I had a perculiar feeling about this whole trial. I mean, nothing is that positive. I even have questions I would've liked to ask. Maybe they weren't to meant anything, I just had a funny feeling that the defense attorney just let too many things go of little things.

Gruff man: What do you mean little things? Come on, listen, when these guys don’t ask questions, it's because they know the answers already, and they figured they'll be hurt by it.

Lynn Sr.: Maybe. It's also possible for a lawyer to just be plain stupid, isn't it?

Slacker: Sounds like you met my brother-in-law.

Lynn Sr.: I kept trying to put myself in the boy's place. I wouldn't have asked for another lawyer I think. If I was on trial for my life, I want my lawyer to tear the prosecution witnesses to pieces or at least try. There was only one alledged eyewitness. Somebody else said they heard the killing and saw the boy run out afterwards. There was a lot of circumstantial evidence but actually those two witnesses were the entire case, not the prosecution. Suppose they were wrong?

Reporter: What do you mean 'suppose they were wrong?' What's the point of having witnesses at all?

Lynn Sr.: Well could they be wrong?

Reporter: Well, look, they sat in the stand under oath, what are you trying to say?

Lynn Sr.: They're only people, people make mistakes, so they can be wrong.

Reporter: No. I don't think so.

Lynn Sr.: Do you know so?

Reporter: Look, nobody can be sure about a thing like that. This isn't, an exact science.

Lynn Sr.: Alright it isn't.

Mr. Grouse: Alright. Let's get to the point. Let's talk about the switch blade they found in the father's stomach.

Harold: Hang on, there are some people in here who didn't get a chance to talk.

Mr. Grouse: Look, they can talk whenever they want. You just be quiet a second, you hear? Alright, let's talk about the blade. You know, the one where our fine upright lad admitted to find in his father's collection on the night of the murder. Let's talk about that.

Lynn Sr.: Alright. Let's talk about it. Let's get it in here. I'd like to see it again. Mrs. Johnson?

Mr. Grouse: We all know what it looks like. What are we gonna get out of seeing it again?

Howard: You bought it up.

Fancy woman: The gentleman has a right to see exhibits and evidence. The knife in the way it was found is pretty strong evidence, don’t you think so?

Lynn Sr.: I do.

Fancy woman: Good. I suppose we take these points as we see fit. One: The boy admitted going out of the house around 8 o clock on the night of the killing after being punched several times by his father.

Lynn Sr.: He didn't say punched, he said hit. There's a difference between a slap and a punch.

Fancy woman: After being hit several times by his father. Two: He said his father was an avid knife collector and likes to collect rare and exotic blades. One of them being a, what do you call them...

Mr. Grouse: Switch blade.

Fancy woman: Yes. Switch blade knife thank you. Three: This isn't what you call an ordinary knife. It had a very unusual blade and carved handle. Four: The storekeeper who sold it to the father identified it in court and said it was the only one of its kind he had ever had in stock. Five: At 8:45 or so, the boy ran into three of his friends in front of a fast food place. Am I right so far?

Mr. Grouse: Yeah. You bet she is. Now listen to this woman. She knows what she's talking about.

Fancy woman: The boy spoke with his friends for an hour, leaving them at 9:45, during at which time he snuck back into his house and took the switch blade. Six: Each of them identified the death weapon in court as the same knife the boy showed them. And seven: The boy arrived home around 10 o clock, now, this is the story offered by the boy begins to diverge slightly. He claimes to have stayed home until 11 o clock where he went to one of these late night arcades. He arrived home around 12:15 to see father dead, and himself arrested. Now, what happened to the switch blade? This is quite a charming and imaginative boy, isn't he? He claims that the knife was stolen from his father's collection by somebody who was in his apartment. But nobody remembered the father having any guests. Now this is a tale, everyone. I think it's quite clear that the boy never went to the arcade that night. No one in the building saw him leave at 11, nobody at any arcade identified him. He couldn't even remember the name of what arcade he went to. Now what actually happened is this. The boy stayed home, had another fight with his father, stole the knife from his father's collection, stabbed him to death 10 minutes after 12 then fled from the house. He even remembered to wipe the fingerprints clean from the knife. Everyone connected to the case identified this knife. Now are you really trying to tell me that somebody other than the boy stole it from his father's collection, and stabbed his father with it just to be amusing?

Lynn Sr.: No. I’m saying it's possible that the boy lost the knife and somebody else stabbed the father with a similar knife. It's possible.

Fancy woman: Take a look at this knife. (stabs the knife into the table) I had never seen another one like it. Why do you think the storekeeper sold it to the father? Are you asking us to accept a pretty acceptable coincidence?

Lynn Sr.: I'm not asking you to accept anything I'm just saying it's possible.

Mr. Grouse: Oh yeah? Well I'm saying it's not possible.

(Lynn Sr. pulls out a switch blade knife)

Mr. Grouse: Wait. What do you think you're doing here? Hey!

(Lynn Sr. stabs the knife into the table to see it is the same as the murder weapon)

Fancy woman: Where did you get that knife?

Lynn Sr.: I went for a walk a couple hours last night just thinking, that knife came from a little pawn shop three blocks from the boy's house. It costs six dollars.

Fancy woman: I’m surprised you managed to keep a weapon hidden. Does your family know about this?

Lynn Sr.: No. They don't.

Fancy woman: You know it's against the law to buy yourselves switch blade knives.

Lynn Sr.: That’s right. I broke the law.

Mr. Grouse: You know, that's a real bright trick you pulled there. But what do you think that proves? Maybe there are ten knives like it, so what?

Lynn Sr.: Maybe there are.

Mr. Grouse.: So? What does that prove? It's the same kind of knife. What is that? The discovery of the age or something?

Indian woman: It would still be an incredible coincidence for another person to stab the father with the same kind of knife.

Mr. Grouse: That’s right. She's absolutely right.

Coach Packowski: Yeah. One in a million. Come on.

Lynn Sr.: But it's possible.

Mrs. Johnson: But not probable. Alright. Let's sit back down, everyone. No point meddling around, okay?

Harold: You know it's kind of interesting that Lynn would find a similar knife the father had.

Mr. Grouse: Interesting? What does that prove? Did that prove anything?

Harold: No. I just...

Mr. Grouse: Interesting. Why don't you tell me why the boy swiped the knife to begin with?

Lynn Sr.: Well he claimed to...

Mr. Grouse: Yeah yeah. I know. He claims he swiped it so he can show it to his friends. He was going to return it back before his father notices that it's missing. But unfortunately he couldn't because he lost it on the way home.

Lynn Sr.: That’s what he said.

Old man: But the other kid testified that the boy did bring the knife.

Mr. Grouse: Right. How long before the murder? Three weeks. So now you tell me how our noble lad swiped the knife one half after his father smacked him, and an hour after they found it shoved up to here in his father's stomach?

Coach Packowski: W-wait wait. He wasn't going to show it to his friends. He just wanted to try it out first.

Lynn Sr.: Well let me ask you this. If the boy did steal the knife to use on his father, then why did he decide to show the murder weapon to his friends just a couple hours before the murder took place?

Mr. Grouse: Look, all that is just talk. The kid lied and you know it.

Lynn Sr.: He might have lied. Do you think he lied?

Gruff man: Yeah. That's a stupid question. Sure he lied.

Lynn Sr.: How about you?

Fancy woman: You know my take on it. He lied.

Lynn Sr: Howard, do you think he lied?

Howard: I'm not sure.

Mr. Grouse: What do you mean you're not sure? What are you the kid's lawyer or something? Who do you think you are to come in here and start cross-examining us?

Lynn Sr.: Isn't that what happens in a jury room?

Mr. Grouse: Oh yeah? Well there's still eleven of us in here who say he's guilty.

Coach Packowski: I mean if you want to be stubborn and hang this jury, you go right ahead. The kid will be tried again and found guilty just as sure he was born.

Lynn Sr.: Maybe you're right.

Coach Packowski: So what are we doing here? We'll be here all night.

Old man: It's only one night. A boy may die.

Coach Packowski: Anybody got a deck of cards?

Harold: He shouldn't make a joke about it. Seriously.

Gruff man: I don’t see what all that stuff with the knife has to do with this. Somebody saw the kid stab his father. What more do you need? Hey, I have banquet to catch, but you're talking. Now let's just get done and get out of here.

Indian woman: You know, the knife is very important to the district attorney.

(The Indian woman and gruff man begin to argue)

Mrs. Johnson: Alright. That's enough. Let's just move on, okay? These arguments are only showing us down. So, how about...

Slacker: You are the only one.

Lynn Sr.: Alright, look. I got a proposition to make. How about you eleven to vote by secret ballot, and I'll abstain. If there are still eleven guilty votes, then I won't stand alone, and we'll take a guilty verdict to the judge. But if there are any votes not guilty, then we'll stay here and talk about it.

Mr. Grouse: You're finally behaving like a reasonable man.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright then. Anybody objects? Okay, pass these down.

(The jurors sans Lynn Sr. are each handed a small piece of paper and a pencil.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright. Guilty. Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty... not guilty. Guilty.

Gruff man: Well how do you like that?

Coach Packowski: The guy flips his darn wig.

Gruff man: Alright. Who was it? I want to know.

Indian woman: Excuse me, but this was a secret vote. We agreed on this.

Mr. Grouse: Secret!? What do you mean secret? There are no secrets in a jury room. I know who it was. (walks over to Howard) You know, sir, you're really something. You come in here and vote guilty with the rest of us, and some golden boy preacher over there starts tearing your heart out how this poor little kid couldn't help become a murderer, so you changed your vote. If that isn't the most sickening thing!? Why don't you drop a quarter in his collection!?

Howard: Wait a minute! You can't talk to me like that!

Harold: Howie, calm down!

Howard: No!

(The jurors begin to argue)

Fancy woman: It doesn't matter. He's very excitable. Forget it.

Mr. Grouse: You bet I'm excitable! We're trying to put a guilty kid in the chair where he belongs, then sombody comes along and starts sharing fairy tales, and we're listening!

Harold: Take it easy.

Mr. Grouse: What do you mean take it easy!? Do you want to see a proven murderer walking the streets again!? Why don't we give him his knife back?! Make it easier for him!

Mrs. Johnson: Can we tone down the yelling, please? Now does anybody have anything constructive to say?

Indian woman: Please, I would like to say something here. I have always thought that in this country that a man was entitled to have a popular opinion.

Coach Packowski: Hey you just stick to the subject, Ghandhi. Why did you change your vote?

Old man: He didn't change his vote. I did. Would you like me to tell you why?

Coach Packowski: No I wouldn't.

Old man: I would like to make it clear, if you don't mind?

Gruff man: We have to listen to this?

Slacker: Be quiet. Let's here what he has to say.

Old man: Thank you. This gentleman has been standing alone against us. He didn't say the boy is not guilty, he's just isn't sure. It's not easy to stand alone against the ridicule of others. He gambled against the odds, and I gave it to him. I respect his courage. I mean, the boy on trial is probably guilty, but I want to hear more.

(Coach Packowski becomes frustrated and walks away to the restroom)

Old man: For the time being, the vote is ten to two! I'm talking here! You have no right...

Lynn Sr.: He can't here you. He'll never will.

Mr. Grouse: Alright. The speech is over. Maybe we can move on.

Mrs. Johnson: I guess we can take a break. Coach Packowski just went into the restroom and I think we have to wait for him.

Reporter: Wow. Looks like we're really hung up here, huh? I mean that thing with the old man was pretty unexpected, don't you think? Boy. Wish I knew how we can break this up. You know, covering news, I told you I'm a field reporter, didn't I? You seen me on TV, have you?

Indian woman: I thought I have recognized you.

Reporter: Well when at the station or out on the field, you're bound to come across some pretty strange people. Well, not strange they have peculiar ways in expressing themselves, you know what I mean? Well it's probably the same as your business, right? What do you do?

Indian woman: I am a meditation instructor at the local gym.

Reporter: Really? Well I've heard that the Indian way of meditation helps one find inner balance, isn't that right? Say, how long have you been in this country?

Indian woman: A few relatives and I moved here about over a year ago.

Reporter: Well anyway, as I was telling you at the station, right? When we reach a point like this in the meeting, there is always some character ready with an idea, and it kills me. I think it's the weirdest thing sometimes. The way they perceive the idea with a phrase, right? Like some account executive would say, "Here's an idea, let's run a flagpole and see if anybody salutes it." Or, "Let's put him on the bus, see if he gets off at Wall Street." See, it's... ah it's funny.

Mr. Grouse: Hey, listen, that business before, I'm just an excitable guy. I didn't mean to be nasty or anything, alright?

Lynn Sr.: Oh. Hello.

Coach Packowski: Here. All yours. So, you a salesman?

Lynn Sr.: I'm an architect.

Coach Packowski: You know about the south sale, don’t you? You were pretty good at it, I'll tell you that. Need I use another approach. Jokes, streaks, knock 'em on their butts. You know, your son was a pretty decent student, right? I mean he's not a bad kid, he just needs some more work in him, that's all.

Lynn Sr.: My daughter, Lynn Jr. knows a lot about sports, I can say that.

Coach Packowski: Yeah. Oh, come on. What are you getting out of this, kicks or something? Let's just get this over with so we can go home before we all get soar throats.

Lynn Sr.: What’s the difference whether you get one here or at the ball game?

Coach Packowski: Ah forget it. You're just as stubborn as your son.

Slacker: Nice bunch of guys, huh?

Lynn Sr.: Same as any I guess.

Slacker: That loudmouth, the one who was talking about his son, the way he was talking, that was embarrassing.

Lynn Sr.: Yeah.

Slacker: What a murderous day. Do you think we'll be here much longer?

Lynn Sr: I don't know.

Slacker: He's guilty. There's no doubt about it in the whole world. We should've been done by now. Not that I mind it beats working, you know. Wait a minute. You think he's innocent?

Lynn Sr.: I don't know. Maybe.

Slacker: I don't know you. But I bet you've never been wronger in your life. Why don't you wrap this up? You're wasting your time.

Lynn Sr.: Suppose you were the one on trial?

Slacker: I'm not used to supposed. But my boss does the supposen, I'm just a working man. But I'll try one. Suppose you talk us out of this, and the kid did knife his father.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright, everyone. Let's take our seats.

Gruff man: Well, looks like we'll be here for dinner.

Mrs. Johnson: Alright, everyone. Let's get back to the matter at hand. Who would like to start us off?

Slacker: I would-oh. I'm sorry. Go right ahead.

Fancy woman: No. It's fine. Go right ahead.

Slacker: I didn't mean to interrupt.

Fancy woman: No, that's quite alright. Go ahead.

Slacker: Well, I just wanted to make a small point. The boy had a motive for the killing. With the beatings and all, I mean if he didn't do it, who else did? Who else had a motive? I mean nobody would just go out and kill people for no reason. That would just make 'em crazy, right?

Lynn Sr.: As far as I know, we're here to determine whether the boy is guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. We're not concerned about anyone else's motives. That's a job for the police.

Fancy woman: Very true. But we can't let the held being the only motive we know of creep into our thoughts, can we? We can't help asking ourselves who else had a motive? Logically, these things follow. Now this gentleman asked a reasonable question. Somebody killed the man. If wasn’t the boy, then who was it?

Mr. Grouse: Muchelowski!

Coach Packowski:​ Hey! You're talkin about the man I love!

Fancy woman: If you have anything to add besides jokes, I suggest you listen.

Mr. Grouse: Okay. I was just letting off steam. I'm sorry. Go ahead.

Fancy woman: Well? Maybe you can answer for us. Who else may have killed the father?

Lynn Sr.: I don't know. The boy's father wasn’t exactly a model citizen. He was in jail once. He was known to be a compulsive gambler and a pretty consistent loser. He spent time in neighborhood bars and would often get into fist fights after a couple drinks. Usually over a woman. He was a tough, cruel, primitive kind of man who'd never held a job for more than six months in his life. So here are a few possibilities. He might have been killed by one of the men who served time with, or by a book maker, or a man he'd beaten up, or by a woman he'd picked up, or any of his other enemies.

Gruff man: Boy, oh boy. That is the biggest load of junk I've ever heard in my life. Look, we know the father was a bum so... come on, what does that have to do with anything?

Lynn Sr.: I didn't bring it up. I was asked who might have killed him and I gave my answer.

Old man: The lady over there asked a direct question.

Gruff man: Oh ho. Everyone's a lawyer.

Mr. Grouse: Okay. Why don't you answer this for me? The old man said he heard the kid yell out, "I'm gonna kill you!". A second later he heard a body hit the floor. And he saw the kid running out of the house. Now what does all that mean to you?

Lynn Sr.: I was wondering how clearly he could've heard the boy's voice through the ceiling?

Mr. Grouse: He didn't hear it through the ceiling. His window was open, and the upstairs's apartment window was open too. It was a hot night, remember?

Lynn Sr.: The voice came from another apartment. It's not easy to identify a voice, especially a shouting voice.

Mrs. Johnson: He identified it in court. He couldn't have picked it out from five other voices, especially blindfolded.

Lynn Sr.: That was just an ambitious district attorney putting on a show. The old man knows the boy's voice very well. They've lived in the same apartment building for years. But to identify positively from the apartment downstairs? Isn't it possible he was wrong? That he thought the boy was upstairs and that the voice he heard was the boy's voice?

Fancy woman: I think that's a bit farfetched.

Gruff man: You can say that again. Look, the old man heard the body falling, then he saw the boy running out of the house 15 seconds later. Come on, he saw the boy.

Reporter: Don't forget the woman across the street. She looked out of her window and saw the boy stab his father. Isn't that enough?

Lynn Sr.: Not right now. No. It isn't.

Coach Packowski: Forget this guy. It's like talking to a dead phone.

Fancy woman: The woman said she saw the killing from the opposite side of the freeway just as a semi truck drove by the window of the boy's apartment building. The truck obscured the viewing just as the boy was about to stab his father. But she remembered the most insignificant details. I don't see how you can argue with that.

Lynn Sr.: I don't know. It just doesn't sound right.

Mr. Grouse: Yeah, well maybe you ought to think about it. Alright, I'll be Xs, you be Os.

Lynn Sr.: I wonder if anyone have any idea how long it takes...

(Lynn Sr. grabs the paper in front of Mr. Grouse and the reporter and crumples it up)

Mr. Grouse: Hey!

Lynn Sr.:  How can you play tic-tac-toe?! This isn't a game!

Mr. Grouse: Hey! Wait a minute! Who do you think you are?!

Reporter: Hey! Take it easy.

Mrs. Johnson: Sir, just calm down. Let's go back to our seats.

Mr. Grouse: I got a good wind up for him!

Mrs. Johnson: Please! I don’t want any fights in here.

Mr. Grouse: What! Did you hear him!? The nerve! The absolute nerve!

Gruff man: Come on, forgot it. It's not important.

Mr. Grouse: This isn't a game! Who does he think he's dealing with here?!

Mrs. Johnson: Look, it's over and done with. Now let's just go back to our seats.

Mr. Grouse: What do you mean it's over?! I want an apology!

Slacker: Alright, noisy he apologizes. Now let's hear what he's got to say.

Lynn Sr.: I was wondering if anyone has any idea how long does it take for a semi truck to drive past a given point.

Coach Packowski: What kind of sense does that make?

Lynn Sr.: How long? Take a guess.

Fancy woman: I wouldn't have the slightest idea.

Lynn Sr.: Howard, how about you?

Howard: I don't know. Maybe 10 or 12 seconds maybe?

Mr. Grouse: Aw what's all this for?

Lynn Sr.: I'd say that's about right. Anyone else?

Indian woman: I say that's about right.

Gruff man: What's the guessing game for?

Lynn Sr.: What do you think, Harold?

Harold: 10 seconds approximately.

Fancy woman: Alright. Let's say 10 seconds. What are you getting at?

Lynn Sr.: This. It takes an average semi truck 10 seconds to drive past a given point. Now let's say that given point is the open window of the apartment building in which the killing took place. You can see the cars on the freeway as you're looking out, right? Has anyone here lived next to the freeway?

Slacker: I worked on the freeway. I worked road construction. I'm a flagger. I was there for three days.

Lynn Sr.: What's it like?

Slacker: What do you mean?

Lynn Sr.: Noisy?

Slacker: Oh brother. You have no idea. It doesn't matter in my business. Everyone's punchy anyway.

Lynn Sr.: Look, I used to live in a second floor apartment right next to the freeway once. When the window's open, and you hear the cars drive by, the noise becomes unbearable you can't hear yourself think.

Mr. Grouse: Okay. You can't hear yourself think. What's your point?

Lynn Sr.: Let's take two pieces of testimony and try and put them together. First, the old man downstairs. He said he heard the boy say, "I'm going to kill you!", and then he heard a body hit the floor a split second later. One second, right? Second, the woman across the street. She said she looked out her window and saw the killing take place just as a semi truck past by. An actual semi truck, right?

Mr. Grouse: Alright. What's your point?

Lynn Sr.: Now we agree that it takes an average semi truck about 10 seconds to drive past a given point. Since the woman said she saw the killing just as big rig blocked it, we can assume that the body hit the floor just as the truck drove by. Therefore, the truck must have been roaring past the building for a full second as the body fell. The old man according to his testimony, hearing the boy say "I'm going to kill you!", and the body falling a split second later, would've to have heard the boy make that statement just as the truck was roaring past his nose. It isn't possible he could've heard it.

Mr. Grouse: Oh, that's idiotic. Sure he could've heard it.

Lynn Sr.: You think so?

Mr. Grouse: The old man said he heard the kid yell it out. That's enough for me.

Lynn Sr.: If he did heard it, he still couldn't have make out a voice, not with a truck roaring past.

Mr. Grouse: We're talking about a matter of seconds here. No one can be that accurate.

Lynn Sr.: Well I think a testimony that will put a boy in the electric chair should be that accurate.

Howard: I don't think he could've heard it.

Slacker: Maybe he didn't. Not with the sound of a truck and all.

Mr. Grouse: What are you people talking about?

Howard: It's against the...

Mr. Grouse: Ah you're crazy. Why would he lie, huh? What's he got to gain?

Old man: Attention. Maybe.

Mr. Grouse: You know, you keep coming with these snappy sayings here, why don't you send one off to the newspapers. They pay 3 dollars.

Slacker: Why are you talking to him like that?! A guy who talks to an old man like that ought to get stepped on!

Mr. Grouse: Hey! Don't put your hands on me!

Slacker: You should show some respect!

Mr. Grouse: Oh yeah!?

Mrs. Johnson: Gentlemen, please. Let's not cause any trouble. Let's get back to our seats.

Slacker: What did you want to say? Why do you think the old man might lie?

Old man: It's just that... I've looked at it for a very long time. The seem of his jacket was cut open under his arm, did you noticed that?

Lynn Sr.: Yeah. I did.

Old man: To come into court like that. He was a very old man with a torn jacket, and he walked very slowly towards the stand. He was dragging his left leg trying to hide it because he was ashamed. I think I know him better than anyone here. This was a quiet, frightened, insignificant old man whose been nothing all of his life. He did not had any recognition, or his name in the newspapers. Nobody knows him, nobody quotes him, nobody seeks his advice after 75 years. This is a very sad thing. To be nothing. A man like this needs to be recognized, to be listened to, to be quoted, just once. This is very important. It would be so hard for him to be receded to the background...

Coach Packowski: Wait wait wait wait. Are you saying the old man lied just so he can feel important?

Old man: No, he wouldn't really lie, perhaps he'd make himself believed he heard those words and recognize the boy's face.

Gruff man: Oh wow. That is the most fantastic story I ever heard. How can you make up a thing like that? What do you know of it?

Fancy woman: Folks, this case is based on a reasonable and logical progression of facts. Facts that...

Indian woman: Facts that maybe corrected by the personalities of the people who resent them.

Harold: Would anyone care for some butterscotch?

Gruff man: Yeah, I'll take one.

Reporter: Say what you like, I still don’t see how anybody can think that the boy is not guilty.

Lynn Sr.: I think we've already proved that the old man couldn't have heard the boy say "I'm going to kill you!". But suppose...

Gruff man: What are you proving at all? What are you talking about?

Lynn Sr.: But supposing he did. This phrase... how many times have each of us used it? Probably hundreds. "I'd kill somebody for a car like that.", "You do that one more time I'll kill you!", "Kill 'em, son!". We say it all the time, that doesn't mean we want to kill people.

Mr. Grouse: Alright, what are you trying to get at? The kid yelled out "I'm gonna kill you!" and he yelled it at the top of his lungs. Don't tell me he didn't mean it. Anybody who says something like that the way he said it, they mean it.

Harold: I don't know about that. I remembered I met a man on my way to work just a couple weeks ago. He called me an idiot. So I yelled at him.

Mr. Grouse: Look look, this man is making you believe things aren't true. The kid said he was gonna kill him, and he did kill him.

Lynn Sr.: Do you really think he'd shout out a thing like that so the whole neighborhood can hear him? I don't know, he's much too bright for that.

Gruff man: Bright? Heh heh. He's a common ignorant slob. He don’t even speak good English.

Indian woman: Pardon. He doesn't even speak good English.

Gruff man: Are you correcting me?

Howard: I'd like to change my vote to not guilty.

Mr. Grouse: The heck are you talking about?

Harold: Howie?

Coach Packowski: You kidding me?

Mrs. Johnson: Are you sure?

Howard: Yes.

Mrs. Johnson: Vote is now...

Harold: Wait! If Howie's changing his vote, I'm changing mine too. Not guilty.

Mr. Grouse: What is going on here?!

Coach Packowski: I swear I'm surrounded by loonies.

Mrs. Johnson: Vote is now eight to four in favor of guilty.

Coach Packowski: What are you guys basing this on? Stories this guy's pulling out of thin air? Come on, the facts are staring ya right in the face. And they're all saying this kid killed his father, for crying out loud. Even his lawyer didn't think he had a chance. You can see it right from the beginning. His own lawyer. This kid deserves the chair.

Lynn Sr.: Does he? It's happened before that someone was convicted of murder and executed, and years later someone else has confessed to the crime. Sometimes the facts staring you in the face are just wrong.

Coach Packowski: I was talking to them. Not you. Look, the kid had a lawyer, didn't he? And the lawyer presented the case. Not you. How come you got so much to say?

Lynn Sr.: The lawyer was court appointed.

Coach Packowski: What does that mean?

Lynn Sr.: It can mean a lot of things. It could mean he didn't want the case, or it could mean he regretted being appointed. It's a kind of case that brings up nothing. No money, no glory, not even much of a chance of winning. It's not a very promising situation for a young lawyer. They had to really believe in their client in order to put up a good fight and as you just pointed out, obviously he didn't.

Coach Packowski: Oh good. The man himself has come down. Come on. The kid's guilty. Look at the time.

Indian woman: Pardon. But I made some notes.

Gruff man: Oh jeez.

Indian woman: I would please like to say something. I have been listening very closely and it seems to me that this man has made some very good points. But from what was presented at the trial, the boy looks guilty. But, maybe if we go deeper we...

Gruff man: Get to the point. Will ya?

Indian woman: That is the question I would like to ask. We assume that the boy committed murder. He stabbed his father in the stomach then ran away. This was 10 minutes after 12. Now how was the boy caught by the police? He arrived home around 12:15 or so, then was caught by two detectives at the hallway of his apartment. Now my question is, if the boy had really killed his father, then why did he came back five minutes later? Would he have been afraid of being caught?

Mr. Grouse: He went back to get his knife. It's not nice to leave knives in people's stomachs.

Coach Packowski: Especially a relative.

Fancy woman: The boy knew there were people who could identify the knife as the one the father had in his collection. He had to get it before the police did.

Indian woman: But if he knew that the knife could be identified, then why did he leave it there in the first place?

Fancy woman: Well I think we can assume that he ran out in a state of panic and once he calmed down he realized he left the knife there.

Indian woman: Well that depends on your definition of panic. Now, he was calm enough to see that the knife was clean of fingerprints. Now, when did this panic start and when did it end?

Mr. Grouse: Look, you can forget all that other stuff. He went back to get the knife and get rid of it.

Indian woman: Five minutes later?

Mr. Grouse: Sure. Five minutes later.

Indian woman: If I was the boy, and I have killed my father, I would not have gone back five minutes later, I would be afraid if the police would be there. I would stay away knife or no knife.

Mr. Grouse: Hey Miss. You voted guilty, didn’t you? Whose side are you on?

Indian woman: I don't believe I have be loyal to one side or another, I'm just merely asking questions.

Reporter: Wait. This is just off the top of my head but, if I were the boy and I would've done the stabbing and everything, well, I'd take a chance and go back for the knife. I bet nobody had seen it, and the body hadn't been discovered yet. I mean, after all it was the middle of the night, right? He probably thought the body wouldn't be found 'til the next day.

Indian woman: Now here is my next point. The woman across the street testified that the moment after she saw the killing, that was the moment the truck drove past, the boy and the father were gone, and she was shocked. She then went to call the police. Now the boy must certainly have seen the woman just before the truck drove by his house. After seeing the woman he would have known that the police would be there eventually. I don't think he would have went back have he had been the murderer.

Fancy woman: Two points. One: In his state of panic he might have caught a glimpse the woman. Perhaps he was quick to made the kill and take off. And two: if he had seen her, he wouldn't have connected her to his own act. After all, he did he did come from a neighborhood where thefts and beatings are very commonplace.

Mr. Grouse: Right. There's your answer.

Lynn Sr.: Maybe. Maybe the boy did stab his father, didn’t see the woman, did run out in a panic, did calm down and went back five minutes later to retrieve the knife and risk getting caught by the police. Maybe all those things are so. But maybe they aren't. I think we have enough doubt to wonder if the boy was even in his apartment during the time the killing took place.

Gruff man: What do you mean doubt? What are you talking about? Didn’t the old man see him running out of the house? Come on, he's twisting the facts, I'm telling you here. Did or didn’t the old man seen the kid run out of the house at 12:10? Well, did he or didn’t he?

Indian woman: He says he did.

Gruff man: Says he did. How'd you like that. Okay, well, did the woman across the street see the kid kill his father? Now she said she did. Come on, you're making it sound like it don't matter what people say here. Oh no. What you want to believe what you believe, or what you don't want to believe you don't? Seriously, what kind of way is that? What do you think these people get on the witness stand for? Their health? I'm telling you, the facts are being changed around here. Witnesses are being doubted, and there is no reason...

Howard: But witnesses can make mistakes.

Gruff man: Oh sure. When you want them to, they do, you know what I mean?

Mrs. Johnson: Sir, that's enough. Now can we hold on the yelling?

Gruff man: Yeah, well you keep saying that. But maybe what we need here is a little more yelling! These guys, they're going every which way, I mean, come on. Did he see the woman? Didn’t see the woman? What is the heck is difference here!? I mean they're just little details, you're forgetting the important...

Lynn Sr.: I'd like to call for another vote.

Gruff man: Hey hey hey! I am talking here!

Mrs. Johnson: Another vote's been called for.

Mr. Grouse: When are we gonna get out of voting again?

Mrs. Johnson: Mr. Loud asked.

Mr. Grouse: I had never seen so much time spent on nothing.

Harold: This will only take a second.

Mrs. Johnson: I guess the easiest way is to find out who is voting not guilty. All those voting not guilty, raise your hand.

(Four hands are raised)

Mrs. Johnson: One, two, three, four. Still the same. Four votes for not guilty. Eight votes guilty.

Coach Packowski: So where's this getting us here? We can talk and talk and talk to next Tuesday, it's not getting us anywhere.

Indian woman: Pardon. I vote not guilty.

Mr. Grouse: What? Wait a minute! What is going on here!? What, we're all going crazy in here or something! The kid is guilty! Pay attention to the facts! Come on, tell her, will you!? This is turning into some kind of joke!

Mrs. Johnson: Vote is now seven to five in favor of guilty.

Mr. Grouse: Eveybody's heart is starting to bleed for this kid, like they just declared it Love Your Underprivileged Brother Week. Miss, I want you to tell me why did you vote change your vote. Come on, give me your reason.

Indian woman: I don't have to defend my vote. I had a reasonable doubt.

Mr. Grouse: Reasonable doubt. That's nothing but words. Here. Take a look at this. The kid you just say isn't guilty, was seen driving this thing into his father's stomach! Come on, take a look at it, Miss reasonable doubt!

Old man: That’s not the knife. Don't you remember?

Mr. Grouse: Oh great.

Coach Packowski: Come on, this is crazy. What are we suppose to believe? This guy's pulling stuff out of thin air here. What about the old man? You want us to believe that he didn't jump out of bed, didn’t run down to the door and see the kid run down hallway 15 seconds after the murder? Come on, what's the whole...

Howard: Listen.

Coach Packowski: Oh. And the Chicago rooter steps up.

Howard: Did the old man say he ran to the door?

Slacker: I think he said he ran.

Coach Packowski: Ran, walk, crawled. What the difference? He got there.

Howard: I don't remember what he said...

Fancy woman: He said he went from his bedroom to the front door that's enough, isn't it?

Lynn Sr.: Wait a minute. Where was the old man's bedroom again?

Gruff man: Down the hall somewhere. Oh I thought you know everything, don’t you remember that?

Lynn Sr.: No. Mrs. Johnson, I'd like to see the diagram of the apartment.

Coach Packowski: You know what, why don't you run the whole trial over so that you got everything right.

Lynn Sr.: Mrs. Johnson?

Mrs. Johnson: I heard you, Mr. Loud.

Mr. Grouse: Wait a minute! What's going on here? How come you're the only person who wants to see exhibits all the time?

Howard: I want to see this one too.

Mr. Grouse: Yeah, well I want to stop wasting time.

Lynn Sr.: I want to know if a very old man who drags one leg when he walks because he had a stroke last year, can make it from his bedroom to the front door in 15 seconds.

Mr. Grouse: He said 20 seconds.

Lynn Sr.: He said fifteen.

Mr. Grouse: He said 20 seconds! What the heck are you...

Indian woman: He said fifteen.

Mr. Grouse: Look look, how does he know how long 15 seconds is? He's an old man. You saw him. Half the time he was confused. How can he be so sure about anything?

Reporter: But the man said he saw the boy running out.

Lynn Sr.: Well let's see if the details bear him out. As soon as the body hit the floor, he said he heard footsteps running towards the door. Then he heard the upstairs's door open, and then footsteps march down the stairs. He said he got out of bed, and got to the front door as soon as he could. He swore it couldn't have been anymore than 15 seconds. Now if the killer started running immediately...

Reporter: Maybe he didn't.

Lynn Sr.: The old man said he did.

Coach Packowski: You know what, you should be down at Atlantic City at the hair-splitters convention.

Slacker: Alright, baseballer. Enough with the wisecracks.

Coach Packowski: You pay three bucks a day, you have to listen to everything.

Gruff man: Okay, you got this thing up here, what about it?

(Lynn Sr. and Mrs. Johnson held up a building floor diagram)

Lynn Sr.: This is the diagram of the apartment in which the killing took place. The old man's apartment is directly below and is exactly the same. Here's the freeway, bedroom, living room, kitchen, bath, hall, front door, and stairs. Now the old man said he got out of bed, out into the hall, down the hall, open the front door just in time to see the boy run down the stairs, am I right so far?

Mr. Grouse: That's the story for the nineteenth time.

Lynn Sr.: 15 seconds after he heard the body hit the floor?

Indian woman: Correct.

Lynn Sr.: Okay, he was in bed so that's 12 feet from the bed to the bedroom door. The hallway is 43 feet and 6 inches long. So he had to get out of bed, go to the bedroom door, open it, go out into the hall, down the hall, and open the front door, all in 15 seconds? Do you think he could've done that?

Gruff man: Yeah. Sure he could've done it.

Indian woman: But he was walking very slowly that he need help getting to the witness chair.

Mr. Grouse: You make it sound like a long walk. It isn't.

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

Lynn Sr.: Okay, so this the old man's bed. (puts down a chair)

Gruff man: What do you think you're doing now?

Lynn Sr.: I want to try something. I want to know how long it took him.

Mr. Grouse: What do you mean you want to try something? Why don't you think the kid's lawyer brought it up if it was so important?

Howard: Maybe he didn't think of it.

Gruff man: What do you mean he didn't think of it? What do think the man's an idiot or something? It's an obvious thing.

Harold: Did you think of it?

Gruff man: Look, you two wise guys know that I don't know. He didn't bring it up because he knew the answer and heard his case.

Mrs. Johnson: Sir?

Gruff man: What do you think of that?

Lynn Sr.: Okay, this is the old man's bed, now I'm gonna pace 12 feet as that's the length of the bedroom.

Mr. Grouse: Oh this is crazy. You can't recreate something like this.

Indian woman: I would like to see it.

Lynn Sr.: Okay, now this is the bedroom door. Now the hallway is 43 feet long, now I'll pace to the door and down a little bit.

Gruff man: This is absolutely insane. What's the idea of wasting everybody's time here?

Lynn Sr.: According to you it'll only take 15 seconds. We can spare that. Thirty-nine, forty-two, forty-three. Somebody hand me another chair, please? Okay, now this is the front door of the apartment. Now it was chain locked according to the testimony. Anybody got a stopwatch on their phone?

Harold: I do.

Lynn Sr.: Okay, Harold, I want you to stomp your foot when you want me to start. That would be the body hitting the floor. Time me from there.

Coach Packowski: Anyone up for a game of charades?

Mr. Grouse: I had never seen anything like this in my entire life.

Lynn Sr.: Okay, I'm ready.

Gruff man: Well, are you waiting for? He's ready.

Harold: I'm trying to get to the stopwatch. And... go!

Lynn Sr.: Okay, now he has to get out of bed. (slowly stands from the chairs) Now he has to go 12 feet to bedroom door. (slowly limps to the next chair) He gets to the bedroom door, opens it, steps out into the hall. Now he got to go 43 feet to the front door of his apartment.

Gruff man: Come on! Come on! Step it up! He walks twice as fast as that!

Indian woman: This is certainly quicker than how he walked in the courtroom.

Lynn Sr.: You want me to go faster, I will.

Mr. Grouse: Come on. Can we get the kid stuff over with?

Lynn Sr.: Okay, he gets to the door. He has to open the chain lock, open the door and look out. Stop! How long was that?

Harold: 42 seconds.

(The other jurors sans Lynn Sr. are shocked)

Lynn Sr.: 42 seconds. I think this is what happened. The old man heard the fight between the boy and his father a couple hours earlier. Then while lying in bed, he heard the body hit the floor. He tried to get the front door as quickly as he could but he heard footsteps running down the stairs and just assumed it was the boy.

Slacker: I think that might be possible.

Mr. Grouse: Assumed!? Now look here, folks, I've seen a lot of dishonesty in my day, but this little display here takes the cake! You come in here with your sanctimonious talk about ghetto kids and justice, you start telling some wild stories, and all of the sudden you start getting through to some of the soft bellies in here! Well you ain't getting through to me! I've had enough! What's the matter with you people?! Everyone of you knows this kid is guilty! He's got to burn! We're letting him slip through our fingers here!

Lynn Sr.: Slip through our fingers? What are you his executioner?

Mr. Grouse: No, but you can count me one of them.

Lynn Sr.: Well maybe you like to bring down the ax.

Mr. Grouse: Oh for this kid, you bet I like to bring down the ax.

Lynn Sr.: What kind of a man are you?

Mr. Grouse: Don't even start with me.

Lynn Sr.: You know, ever since we've stepped in this room you've been behaving like a self appointed public avenger.

Mr. Grouse: Back off, Loud!

Lynn Sr.: You want to see this kid dead because you personally want him to. Not because of the facts.

Mr. Grouse: Shut up!

Lynn Sr.: You're a sadist!

Mr. Grouse: You... (lunges towards Lynn Sr. but is held back by Howard and Harold) No! Let me go! Let me go! He's dead! HE'S DEAD!!!

Lynn Sr.:(unphased) You don’t mean you'll kill me, do you?

Bailiff: Is everything alright in here, folks? I heard some noise.

Mrs. Johnson: Oh no. Everything's fine. Just some arguing, but we're done with these.

Mr. Grouse: What are you all staring at me?!

Reporter: Wow. Looks like it's getting late. So what do they do, like, take us out to a restaurant or something? Why don't they let us go home? In case we can't finish it? I got a report I'm suppose to finish by tomorrow.

Indian woman: Please. This fighting. This is not why we are here, to fight. We have a responsibility. I have always thought that in this country, it is a remarkable thing that we, what is the word, notify. We are notified to come to this place and decide on the guilt or innocence of a man we have never heard of before. We have nothing to gain or lose by our verdict. This is one of the reasons why we are strong. We should not make it a personal thing.

Reporter: Well, if nobody has an idea, I might have a suggestion. I hadn't put much thought into it, but, anyway, let me throw out on the stoop and see if the cat licks it up, huh?

(The other jurors are confused)

Mr. Grouse: What?

Reporter: It wasn't much of an idea anyway.

Howard: Oh man. Look how dark it's getting. We're gonna have a real storm. It's getting hot in here. Excuse me but, don’t you sweat?

Fancy woman: No. I don't.

Slacker: Maybe we should take another vote.

Coach Packowski: You know what, why don't we follow this one up with some dancing and hor d'oeuvres.

Slacker: Miss?

Mrs. Johnson: Another vote's been called for. I guess the easiest way is a show of hands.

Mr. Grouse: You know what, I say we have an open ballot. Call out our votes. Let's see who stands where.

Mrs. Johnson: Okay, sounds good to me. Anybody objects? Alright then, I'll call off by jury number. Number one? Oh, that's me. Silly me. I vote guilty. Number two?

Mr. Grouse: Guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number three?

Fancy woman: Guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number four?

Harold: Not guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number five?

Howard: Not guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number six?

Slacker: Guilty-not guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number seven?

Coach Packowski: Guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number eight?

Lynn Sr.: Not guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number nine?

Old man: Not guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number ten?

Gruff man: Guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number eleven?

Indian woman: Not guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: Number twelve?

Reporter: Guilty.

Mrs. Johnson: All tied up. Six to six.

Coach Packowski: Oh good. Let's go into some extra innings now.

Gruff man: Six to six? I'm telling you, some of you people are out of your mind. A kid like that.

Old man: I don't think the kind of boy he is has anything to with it. The facts are what suppose to determine...

Gruff man: Don't give me any of that. I'm sick and tired of facts. You can twist them anyway you like, you know what I mean?

Old man: That is exactly the point that this gentleman has been making. But you keep shouting at the top of your lungs!

Lynn Sr.: Hey hey hey hey. Calm down.

Old man: If I was a lot more younger... it's very hot in here.

Indian woman: Would you like some water?

Old man: No. Thank you.

Harold: Well, looks like it's going to rain.

Coach Packowski: No. How'd you figure that out, bright eyes? What made you change your vote?

Harold: Well Howie was...

Coach Packowski: Yeah, your boyfriend was in trouble so you had to help him out.

Harold: No, it wasn't that. There were a lot of details there that never came out.

Gruff man: Details. Yeah right. You're just letting yourself get bulldozed by a bunch of, what you call 'em, intellectuals.

Coach Packowski: I'm outta here.

Harold: Hey, that's not so.

Gruff man: What? You're just like everybody else. You think too much, you get mixed up, you know what I mean?

Harold: Now you look here, you have no right to talk to me like that... loudmouth.

Mrs. Johnson: Oh my. Look at that rain. You know, this remind me of when I was teaching class one day. Everyone of them was leaving for lunch and recess. Everyone was playing outside when, everything starts pouring cats and dogs. *giggles* Almost all of the kids were wet and soggy by the time they got back inside. Did I ever tell you how much of a good student Lincoln is?

Lynn Sr.: Lincoln mentioned you were going to give him tutor sessions for Social Studies.

Mrs. Johnson: He said he had trouble concentrating on his work because his sisters keep distracting him.

Lynn Sr.: Growing up in a big family is never easy. I can tell you that much.

Mrs. Johnson: I see. Wait. You grew up in a big family?

Lynn Sr.: Well, I wouldn't say big, I mainly had four older sisters, and I was the youngest and only boy there.

Mrs. Johnson: Oh my. I didn't know that.

Lynn Sr.: Yeah. By the way, Mrs. Johnson I want to ask you, do you think the boy is still guilty?

Mrs. Johnson: Mr. Loud, I know what you are trying to get at, but I'm still not convinced.

Lynn Sr.: But say it was Lincoln on trial, how would you feel then?

Mrs. Johnson: Please, Mr. Loud. I know what kind of character Lincoln is. But this is not Lincoln. If he was in my class, the first thing I would do is send him right to the principal's office.

Coach Packowski: Alright, let's see if we can get this thing going again.

Howard: Okay...

(the air conditioner suddenly hummed to life)

Coach Packowski: Well what do you know? It must have been connected to the light switch.

Mr. Grouse: So, some rain, huh? So what do you think of this thing? It's even steven. Quite a surprise, isn't it?

Fancy woman: Yes. It was.

Mr. Grouse: Hey, that business before, he was just trying to bait me. I'm an excitable person. But where does he come off calling me a sadist and everything, huh? Anybody in their right mind would blow their lid, wouldn't they? He was just trying to bait me.

Fancy woman: He was successful. I'll say that. How long have you known him?

Mr. Grouse: Who, Loud? Almost 18 years since he and his wife moved there. I swear, everytime something happens over there, I feel like I just want to file a police report for disturbing the neighborhood.

Fancy woman: You know, I think I remember meeting a woman who's name was also Loud. Rita, was it?

Gruff man: Isn't that the most darndest thing you've ever saw? Six to six? It's a joke!

Mr. Grouse: Well can we do something about it? Can we break it somehow?

Gruff man: Those dumb meatheads aren't going to change their minds.

Fancy woman: Five of them already have changed their minds. There is no reason they can be persuaded to do it again.

Gruff man: Oh yeah? How?

Fancy woman: By using logic.

Mr. Grouse: Now listen to this woman. She's the only person here who knows.

Gruff man: Well you want my opinion?

Fancy woman: Go ahead.

Gruff man: I say we'd just quit.

Mr. Grouse: What are you talking about?

Gruff man: Look, those people out there are acting like it's some sort of mission or something. They're not gonna switch. So let's go ahead and tell the judge. Seriously, we're gonna be here all night for Pete's sake, let's tell them we're hung. Wh-what am gonna do, wrack my brains over scum like that?

Mr. Grouse: You took an oath in the courtroom. You can't just quit.

Gruff man: Yeah, why not?

Mr. Grouse: It's dishonest. Why don't you vote not guilty?

Gruff man: Hey, I voted guilty because I say he's guilty.

Mr. Grouse: What? Now you don't care anymore?

Gruff man: No. Why should I?

Fancy woman: Gentlemen, we're not going to get anywhere like this.

Gruff man: Well what does he want from me? I gave my honest opinion.

Fancy woman: I know.

Gruff man: ​Well, I suppose you don't have any better ideas?

Fancy woman: No. I don't.

'''Mrs. Johnson:''' Are you three done in there? We're about ready to start.

Gruff man: How about her? Isn't she something?

Mr. Grouse: Look, a hung jury doesn't mean anything. They just start the trial over with another jury. It's not what we're here for.

Gruff man: Yeah, well what's the difference? A hung jury is what we're gonna get.

Mrs. Johnson: Gentlemen, we're waiting on you. Alright everyone, let's take our seats.

Gruff man: Okay. Here's what I think. We're going nowhere. I'm ready to walk out of this room right now and declare a hung jury.

Coach Packowski: I'm with you, pal. I say we take it inside, and let the kid take his chances with 12 other guys.

Lynn Sr.: I don't think the court will accept a hung jury. We hadn't been here very long.

Coach Packowski: Well let's find out.

Indian woman: I'm not in favor of this.

Coach Packowski: You know the kid don't stand a chance with another jury. You know that. Why don't we just take it inside?

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

Coach Packowski: No.

Indian woman: Pardon. But maybe you don't understand the term reasonable doubt.

Coach Packowski: Who are you talking to like that? What do you mean I don't understand? Who's this red dot to tell me what I understand and don't understand? You know they're all alike. They come over to this country looking for new lives before they get a chance to take a deep breath, they're running the show. Arrogance of this woman.

Howard: Are you calling her arrogant because she wasn't born here? Well I'm calling you arrogant because you are!

Coach Packowski: Now look here, smart guy. Nobody tells me what I understand or don't. 'Specially her. You're lucky I'd never lay my hand on a woman or I'd knock her hindu head off.

Mrs. Johnson: People, please. Can we just stick to the subject for just 1 minute? Stick to the subject please, everyone?

Lynn Sr.: I'd like to talk about something. An important point for the prosecution was that the boy after claiming he was at an arcade during the time of the killing, couldn't remember what games he played, or even the name of the place itself. This woman has repeated that point several times.

Fancy woman: Correct. It was the only alibi the boy had, and he couldn't back it up with any details at all.

Lynn Sr.: Try to put yourself in the boy's place if you can, do you think you can remember details after a painful experience such as being slapped in the face by your father?

Fancy woman: I can. If there are any special details to remember. He couldn't remember the name what games are at that arcade because he wasn't there that night.

Lynn Sr.: According to the police, the boy was questioned in the kitchen while the body of his father lied on the bedroom floor. Do you think you can remember details under such pressure?

Fancy woman: Yes. I think I can.

Lynn Sr.: Even under great emotional stress?

Fancy woman: Under great emotional stress?

Lynn Sr.: Only he had named them correctly in court. He named some of the games he saw, and what kind they are.

Fancy woman: 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 to memorize at least five games he saw at that arcade. I will take the testimony of the policemen who interrogated the boy right after the killing. He couldn't remember a thing about the games he had played. Great emotional stress or not.

Lynn Sr.: I'd like to ask you a personal question.

Fancy woman: Go ahead.

Lynn Sr.: Where were you yesterday?

Fancy woman: I was at home. I decided to take a day off so I can catch my appointed spa treatment.

Lynn Sr.: And the day before that?

Fancy woman: That's perfectly fine. I went straight from court to my office 'til 6:30 then went home before going to bed.

Lynn Sr.: And the day before that?

Fancy woman: Tuesday. Tuesday was the night of the bridge tournament. Yes, I play bridge.

Lynn Sr.: And Monday night?

Coach Packowski: You know, when you get to New Years 2000, you let me know, okay?

Fancy woman: Monday. Monday my fiancée and I went to the movies.

Lynn Sr.: Oh. What did you see?

Fancy woman: The Scarlet Circle. It was an interesting who-done-it.

Lynn Sr.: What was the second feature?

Fancy woman: I'll... tell you in a minute. The, remarkable Mrs... ManBri-no BanBridge. Yes. The Remarkable Mrs. BanBridge.

Harold: Excuse me. I saw that. It's called, The Amazing Mrs. BanBridge.

Fancy woman: Yes. The Amazing Mrs. BanBridge, yes. I think that's right.

Lynn Sr.: Who was in The Amazing Mrs. BanBridge?

Fancy woman: It was a... old movie. The main star was a dark, and pretty girl. Barbara... Barbara Long, was it? Yes. Barbara Long.

Lynn Sr.: Who else?

Fancy woman: It wasn't a memorable movie I can't...

Lynn Sr.: Sounds like you were under great emotional strain, weren't you?

Fancy woman: No. I wasn't.

Old man: I think the point is made.

Gruff man: Yeah. Great point.

Old man: I think it is a great point.

Gruff man: Why? Because she can't remember the name of some two-bit movie star? Oh, I suppose that proves that the boy was at the movies and not the arcade.

Old man: No, but it indicates that no one can prove he wasn't. If I had been to the movies, or at an arcade and I forgot what I saw, it's possible. If it's perfectly normal for this woman to forget a few details, it's also perfectly normal for the boy. Being accused of murder isn't necessarily the most forgiven and invaluable memory.

Gruff man: Oh yeah? Well you can talk and talk 'til your tongue is dragging on the floor. The boy is guilty. Period. You know what I mean, my friend? Who's got those butterscotches?

Harold: They're all gone, my friend.

Mrs. Johnson: You know, there is something we're forgetting. All of the testimony from the psychiatrist.

Gruff man: Don't start with all that phony psycho, whatever you call it. What a racket that is. Filling people's heads with all that junk. Look, I got three psychiatrists keeping the cars in of my garages, let me tell you, all three of them are crazy.

Mrs. Johnson: There's a point I like to make, if you don't mind?

Gruff man: Well I wouldn't give a nickel to hear a psychiatrist's testimony.

Lynn Sr.: Why don't you let Mrs. Johnson talk? You can talk about the uselessness of psychiatrists when she's finished.

Mrs. Johnson: The point I was going to make was that the psychiatrist said that this boy had strong homicidal tendencies, and that he was capable of committing murder. She talked about the ink blots, and the tests, and all that stuff. She definitely said that this boy was the killer type.

Reporter: I think she said something about paranoid tendencies, if I'm not mistaken.

Mrs. Johnson: Yes. That too. She definitely stated that this boy had murder on his mind.

Reporter: His unconscious mind.

Indian woman: I beg pardon. In discussing...

Gruff man: I beg pardon. Why are you always so polite?

Indian woman: The same reason you are not. Either way was bought up. But in discussing that such a thing has a murder potential, we should remember that many of us are capable of murder yet few of us do, we enforce control upon ourselves to prevent it. The most these psychiatric tests can accomplish is this. They can tell us that someday a particular person may commit a murder, that's all. They prove nothing.

Fancy woman: Then why have they made it into evidence?

Indian woman: Well, they have many uses of course. In this particular case, they are added to the general impression that the prosecution was trying to create. Perhaps if we twelve were to have took the same tests, one or two of us may have been discovered to have a conscious desire to kill and the potentiality of carrying it out. Yet, none of us have. To say that the boy is capable of murder does not mean that he has committed murder.

Gruff man: But, he can't mean it. If they say that the kid is capable of killing, he could've killed, couldn't he?

Lynn Sr.: Weren't you the one who said, and I quote, "I wouldn't give a nickel to hear a psychiatrist's testimony".

Gruff man: Yeah, well let me tell you something...

Mrs. Johnson: Sir, just calm down.

Coach Packowski: 5 'til 6. And that rain.

Howard: There goes your ball game.

Coach Packowski: Yeah, I know.

Harold: Say, can I see that knife for a second?

Mrs. Johnson: Well, still tied up. Six to six. Anybody have a suggestion?

Reporter: I do. Let's get some dinner in here.

Howard: How we wait 'til seven. Give it another hour.

Harold: I'd like to say something. There's something that has been bothering me a little.

Mrs. Johnson: What is it, Mr. McBride?

Harold: Well there was that whole business about the stab wound. How it was made, the upward thrust and...

Mr. Grouse: Don't tell me we're gonna start this again? They went it over and over.

Harold: I know they did. But I don’t go along with it. The boy 4 feet 1 inches tall. The father was 6'2. That's a difference of more than a foot. Now that's a very awkward thing to try and stab someone when he's a foot or more taller than you are.

Mr. Grouse: You're not going to... give me that thing. You're not going to be satisfied until you see it again. So I'm going to give you a little demonstration. Somebody get up.

(Lynn Sr. stood up)

Mr. Grouse: Okay. Now, I'm about four or five inches shorter than you, right?

Harold: Maybe a little bit.

Mr. Grouse: Yeah let's say a little bit more.

(Mr. Grouse clamped the knife in his hands, then yanked back making the other jurors yell out in alarm)

Mr. Grouse: Relax. Nobody's hurt, right?

Lynn Sr.: No. Nobody's hurt.

Mr. Grouse: Okay then. Now take a look at it.

(Mr. Grouse simulated a thrusting motion towards Lynn Sr.'s stomach)

Mr. Grouse: There's your angle. Up and in. That's how I stab a taller man, and that's how it was done. Now prove me wrong.

Reporter: Up and in. I guess there's no argument.

Howard: Wait. Can I see that? I hate these things. I grew up with them.

Lynn Sr.: Have you seen them used in fights?

Howard: Too many of them. At my school, around the block from my house, and the lot across the street, switch blades came in the neighborhood where I lived. Kinda funny, I wasn't thinking of it before. I guess you kinda forget those things. You don’t use these kind of knife that way. You have to hold it like this in order to release the blade. If you want to make a thrust you hold it one handed. Not both.

Lynn Sr.: Are you sure?

Howard: Yeah. You use it like that. Underhand. That's why they're made like this.

Lynn Sr.: Everyone agreed that the boy was pretty handy with a knife, didn’t they?

Howard: That’s right.

Lynn Sr.: Do you think he would have made the same stab wound that killed his father?

Howard: Not with the experience he have with these things, no. I don't think he would. You go from underhanded.

Mr. Grouse: Wait a minute! How do you know? Were you in the room where the father was killed?

Howard: No. And neither was anybody else.

Mr. Grouse: You know, you've been giving us a lot of mumbo jumbo here.

Fancy woman: I don't think you can determine what type of stab wound the boy might or might not have made simply based on how he handles a knife.

Mr. Grouse: That’s right. That's absolutely right.

Lynn Sr.: What do you think?

Reporter: I... I don’t know.

Mr. Grouse: What do you mean you don't know?

Reporter: I don't know!

Lynn Sr.: How about you?

Fancy woman: Not so fast. According to...

Coach Packowski: You know what, I can't take it anymore. Blah blah blah blah blah 'til next Tuesday, we're not going to get anything done here. So, I'm gonna break it up here. I change my vote to not guilty.

Mr. Grouse: You what?

Coach Packowski: You heard me. I had enough.

Mr. Grouse: What do mean you had enough? That's no answer.

Coach Packowski: Hey you just worry about yourself.

Indian woman: No, he is right. That is not an answer. What kind of man are you? You have voted guilty like everyone else because your baseball tickets are burning a hole in your pocket, now you have changed your vote because you say you are tired of all of talking here?

Coach Packowski: Now wait just a minute...

Indian woman: You can not play like this with a man's life. That is a terrible and ugly thing to do. Don't you care?

Coach Packowski: Hey you can't talk to me...

Indian woman: I can talk like this to you! If you want to vote not guilty then do it because you are convinced that the boy is not guilty, not because you have had enough! And if you believe he is guilty then vote that way. Or don't you have the guts to tell you what is right!

Coach Packowski: Now look here...

Indian woman: Guilty or not guilty!

Coach Packowski: I told you! Not guilty!

Indian woman: Why?

Coach Pacowski:​ I don't have to explain...

Indian woman:​ You do have to! Say it! Why?!

Coach Packowski: *sighs* I don't think he's guilty.

Lynn Sr.: Mrs. Johnson, I'd like to call for another vote.

Mrs. Johnson: Another vote's been called for. Anybody objects? I guess the easiest way is a show of hands. All those voting not guilty, raise your hand.

(The jurors hands are raised)

Mrs. Johnson: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, (raises hand) nine. Vote is now nine to three in favor of not guilty.

Gruff man: I don't understand you people. All these picky little points, that you keep bringing up, they don't mean nothing. How can you believe his story? You. You're a smart woman, right? You know the facts of life, right? For Pete's sake, look at what we're dealing with here. I mean you know what they're like. And that guy down there, I don't know what's going on with him. All this talk about psychiatrists... well maybe he ought to go to one. Okay, okay. Let's talk facts. These people are going to lie. There. I said it. And no intelligent man is going to tell me otherwise. They don't know what the truth is. Take a look at them. Seriously, they are different. They think different, they act different. For instance, they don't need any excuse to kill someone.

(Howard frustratingly walks off)

Gruff man: It's true. Everybody knows it. Like they're all drunk on wine or something like that. Oh, they're very big drinkers. *slam* Oh ho. Smart guy. Look at him for Pete's sake, what does that mean? Slamming the door. Okay, okay. Now they're drunk, and all of a sudden, Bam! Somebody's lying dead in the gutters. Okay, okay. No one's blaming them for it. That's how they are! By nature, you know what I mean? Violent! Human life don't mean as much to them as it does to us.

(The Indian woman walks off)

Gruff man: Hey hey hey! Where you going? Oh. While you're in there, why don't you clean out your ears? Maybe you'd hear something! Hey, hey! Listen to me, these people are boozing it up and fighting all the time, somebody gets killed, so somebody gets killed. Because they don't care. Fathers and mothers, family, they don't mean anything. They breed like animals. Family? Come on. Sure, sure. There are some good things about them. Look, I am the first to say that. I admit some of them are okay. But that's the exception.

Old man: Do you know that you're a sick man!?

Gruff man: Sick?

Old man: Why don't you sit down?!

Gruff man: You old son of a... no. Who does he... Who does he thinks to tell me that! Sick, look at him! He can hardly stand up! Now listen! Listen to me! I am speaking my piece, and you are going to listen to me!

Reporter: Maybe if you just quiet it down, okay?

Gruff man: Quiet down? No, I will not quiet down! Their kind is not one of them that's any good! Well, do you hear that!? Not one! NOT. ONE! Now let me lay this out for you ignorant morons! You! At the window! Oh, you think you're so smart? We're facing a danger here. Don't you know that? These people are multiplying! This kid, this kid on trial here, his kind are multiplying ten times as fast as we are. That's the statistic. Ten times. I mean, they're wild animals here. They're against us, they hate us, and they want to destroy us. Yeah! That's right! They want to destroy us! Now, don't look at me like that. There is a danger here. I'm telling you, there is a danger. And if we don't stop them, if we don't smack them down whenever we can, then they are going to own us. They are going drive us out of existence.

Slacker: Ah shut up!

Gruff man: You geniuses have got to listen to me here! They are violent! They are vicious! They are ignorant! And they will cut us up! That's their intent! To cut us up! Now I'm warning you, this kid, this kid on trial here, we got 'em. That's one at least. Now I say, get him, before his kind gets us. And I don't care about the law! Why should I? They don't. Now I'm telling you...

Harold: I've heard enough! Now you just stop all this!

Gruff man: Oh yeah?! Well how'd you like me to cave your head in! No! When does he get to gull?!

Fancy woman: We have heard enough! Now sit down and don't open your filthy mouth again!

Lynn Sr.: Very hard to keep personal prejudice out of a like this. No matter where you go, prejudice can obscure the truth. It's what I always tell my kids. No matter what happens, don't let somebody's prejudice get in the way of how you want to live your life. I don't think any real harm's been done here. Because I don't know what the truth is. And no one will ever will I think. Nine of us now seem to think that the boy is innocent. But we're just gambling on probabilities we may never know. We maybe trying to release a dangerous kid back into the community. But we now have reasonable doubt. That it's a safe guard that has enormous value in our system. No jury can declare someone guilty unless it's sure. We nine can understand how you three can still be so sure. Maybe you can tell us.

Fancy woman: I'll try. You've made some excellent points. The last one in which you argue that the boy wouldn't have made the same thrusting stab wound that killed the father was very persuasive. But I still think the boy is guilty of murder. And I have two reasons. One: The woman's testimony from the opposite side of the freeway who actually saw the murder committed.

Mr. Grouse: As far as I'm concerned, that's the most important testimony in the whole case.

Fancy woman: And two: The fact that she managed to described the killing by saying that she saw the boy holding onto the knife, seconds before the truck drove by the apartment building. She saw the whole thing.

Mr. Grouse: That's right. That's absolutely right.

Fancy woman: Now, let's talk about this woman for a moment. She said she went to bed around 11 o clock, her bed was right next window, and while lying in bed she can see across from the freeway, into the boy's building. She tossed and turned for about an hour, unable to fall asleep, then at 10 minutes after 12 she turned towards the window and saw the killing from the opposite side of the freeway, just before the semi truck drove past he boy's window. Now she said that the lights were on in the boy's apartment and she saw a good look of the boy in the act of stabbing his father. As far as I can see this is unshakable testimony.

Mr. Grouse: That's what I mean. That's the whole case.

Fancy woman: What do you think? How about you?

Reporter: I don't know. I mean there's so much evidence to sift through. This is pretty complicated business.

Fancy woman: I don't see how you voted for acquittal.

Reporter: It's not so easy to arrange the evidence in order.

Mr. Grouse: You can forget all of your evidence. The woman saw him do it. What else do you want?

Reporter: Maybe...

Mr. Grouse: You know what, let's vote on it.

Mrs. Johnson: Another vote's been called for.

Reporter: Wait. I'm changing my vote. I think he's guilty.

Mr. Grouse: Okay. Anyone else? The vote is eight to four.

Indian woman: Why do you consider this woman's vote a personal triumph?

Mr. Grouse: I'm the competitive type. Well? That's it, we're a hung jury. Let's take it in to the judge.

Fancy woman: What? You never voted a hung jury before.

Mr. Grouse: Yeah, well I want it now.

Fancy woman: I don't understand. I thought it was immoral to...

Mr. Grouse: Well I don't anymore, alright? The people in this room are too darn stubborn! We'll never get this thing done! We'll be here for a week! I want to hear an argument, huh? I say we're a hung jury! Well you're the leader of the cause. What about it?

Lynn Sr.: Let's go over the...

Mr. Grouse: We went it over and over! Miss inconceivable over here is bouncing back and forth like a tennis ball!

Reporter: Hey! Now hold on a second!

Mr. Grouse: Ah, I'll apologize on my knees. Well? What do you say? Let's take it to the judge.

Fancy woman: Maybe we can talk about setting some sort of time limit. Let's see, the time is...

Mr. Grouse: 10 after 6.

Fancy woman: Yes. 10 after 6. Someone earlier mentioned about 7 o clock. Perhaps that will be the time in we begin to discuss whether we are a hung jury or not.

Lynn Sr.: Excuse me, but can't you see the clock without your glasses?

Fancy woman: Yes. These are my reading glasses. Why?

Lynn Sr.: What do you do when you wake up at night and you want to know what time it is?

Fancy woman: Strange question, I look at the clock on my phone.

Lynn Sr.: But you don't wear your glasses to bed?

Fancy woman: One wears eyeglasses to bed, what is this all about?

Lynn Sr.: The woman who said she saw the killing... wears glasses. She wouldn't have worn them to bed wouldn't she?

Mrs. Johnson: Wait. She wore glasses?

Indian woman: Yes. Of course she did. She wears bifocals. I remember now. They looked quite strong.

Old man: That's right. Bifocals. She had to take them off.

Fancy woman: She did wear glasses. I never thought of that.

Lynn Sr.: So it's logical to say that she wasn't wearing them in bed while she was tossing and turning trying to fall asleep.

Mr. Grouse: How do you know?

Lynn Sr.: I don't know. I'm just guessing. I'm also guessing that she probably didn't had them on while she casually turned and looked out the window, and she herself said that the killing happened just as she looked out the window just before the big rig drove past the boy's window. She couldn't have time to put her glasses on.

Mr. Grouse: Now wait a minute!

Lynn Sr.: And here's another guess. Maybe the woman honestly believes that she saw the boy stab his father, I say all she saw was a blur. Just a blur!

Mr. Grouse: How do you know what she saw? How does he know these things?!

Lynn Sr.: I only know that the woman's eyesight is in question now.

Indian woman: She had to identify a person 60 feet away without glasses?

Harold: Now you can't send someone to die on evidence like that.

Mr. Grouse: Don't give me that!

Lynn Sr.: Do you think it's possible the woman made a mistake?

Mr. Grouse: No. It's not possible.

Lynn Sr.: It's not?

Mr. Grouse: No! It's not possible!

Lynn Sr.: Is it possible?

Reporter: *sighs* It's possible. I say not guilty.

Lynn Sr.: Do you still think the boy is guilty?

Gruff man: Yes. I think he's guilty. But I wouldn't care either way. You nimrods do whatever you want.

Lynn Sr.: Well how do you vote?

Gruff man: Not guilty.

Mr. Grouse: You traitorous worm! I say he's guilty!

Lynn Sr.: Do you still think he's guilty?

Fancy woman: No. I'm convinced.

Mr. Grouse: What's the matter with you!?

Fancy woman: I now have a reasonable doubt.

Mr. Grouse: But what about the other business, what about the knife, what about everything!?

Harold: You said we can throw out all other evidence.

Mrs. Johnson: Then that means... oh dear.

Mr. Grouse: What?

Old man: Eleven to one.

Mr. Grouse: Why are you all staring at me for?

Lynn Sr.: You're alone.

Mr. Grouse: I don't care if I'm alone or not! It's my right!

Lynn Sr.: You're right. It is.

Mr. Grouse: Well what do you want? I say he's guilty!

Lynn Sr.: We want to hear your argument.

Mr. Grouse: Bah, I already gave you my arguments.

Lynn Sr.: Well we're not convinced. We want to hear them again. We have as much time as it takes.

Mr. Grouse: Everything. Everything that was said in that courtroom, and I mean everything, say this kid is guilty! What?! You think I am idiot!? You lousy bunch of bleeding hearts, you're not going to intimidate me! I'm entitled to my opinion! I can stay in this darn room for a year! Well somebody say something! The old man... he lived in the bulding. He... he heard everything. W-wha... what about the... the knife? So Loud found one just like it, that didn't proved anything. The old man saw him right there on the stairs! What difference does it make how many seconds it took? You can't prove he didn't get to the door in time! You can step all around this room all you want, it doesn't prove anything! Everything that was said in this room today has been twisted and turned! That business with the glasses. How did you know she didn't had them on? She testified in court! Well what do you want?! That's it! That's the whole case! Hearing the kid yell... he said... "I'm going to kill you!"! To his father! His father! I don't care what kind of a man he was, it was his father! Gosh darn rotten kid! (starts tearing) I know... what they're like, what they do to you, how they kill you everyday! My god! Why don't you see!? Why am I the only one who sees?! Jeez! I can feel the knife going in...

Lynn Sr.: It's not your boy. He's somebody else.

Mr. Grouse: Alright. Not guilty.

(Mrs. Johnson knocks on the jury door)

Mrs. Johnson: Sir, we have a verdict.

Bailiff: Alright. Everyone take your seats on the jury box.

(All of the jurors walked out of the room as the bailiff shuts the door behind them)

​At home
Lynn Sr.: Hello? Anyone home?

Rita: Oh. Honey. I didn't think you would be home so late.

Lynn Sr.: Yeah. Well, being on jury duty means it can take a long time. Did I miss anything?

Kids: Dad!

(All the kids hugged Lynn Sr.)

Lynn Sr.: Hey, kids. You all enjoyed your day.

(All the kids nodded)

Lincoln: Hey Dad. How was jury duty?

Lucy: Did the person got executed?

Lynn Sr.: No, but, it's a long story. Did anything happen while I was gone?

Rita: No. We were just getting ready to have dinner.

(Somebody knocks on the door)

Lynn Sr.: I'll get it. (opens the front door to see Mr. Grouse) Mr. Grouse?

Mr. Grouse: Hey Loud. Listen, about back at the courthouse, I just wanted to say that... I shouldn't have doubted you, and you were the better man. And if it was your kids on trial, I would vouch for them. So... you know what, I'm just wasting my time.

Lynn Sr.: Wait! We're just getting ready to have dinner. I was wandering you can join us if you want. We have enough space at the dinner table.

Mr. Grouse: You know what, I'd like that.

???: Wait!

(Lynn Sr. and Mr. Grouse see the Indian woman outside)

Indian woman: Pardon me, sir, but I believe you have left this in the jury room.

(Lynn Sr. sees the switch blade he had purchased)

Rita: Honey. Did you forget something?

Lynn Sr.: Yeah. I forgot my wallet back at the courthouse.

Indian woman: Oh. I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?

Rita: Are you a jury like my husband?

Indian woman: Yes. I was telling your husband that he forgot his wallet back at the jury room.

Lola: AHHH! Keep your filthy pets away from me, tomboy!

Lana: Hey! Hops says he's sorry, princess!

Lola: How dare you!

(Starts fighting)

Indian woman: Oh my. You do have a large family.

Lincoln: Hey Dad. Who's that?

Leni: I totes like your clothes. They're so cute.

Indian woman: Thank you. This is a sari, by the way. What is your name?

Leni: I'm like, Leni. Hey. You talk weird. Are you an alien from space?

Indian woman: No. I am from India.

Leni: India? Oh. You mean the one who wears feathers and strange looking clothes.

Luna: She didn't mean those kind of Indians, Leni.

Luan: It's like what they always say, you got to have a hindu attitude. Get it? *laughs*

(Everyone else groans)

Indian woman: ​*giggles* Well, I'm sorry for taking too much of your time. I'll just take my leave.

Lynn Sr.: Wait! Maybe you can stay for dinner. We have enough space at our table Miss...

Indian woman: Ahmana. Ahmana Vakshati. And I would like that.

***The End***