Who the heck could?
Except maybe some guy's mother or somebody.
Oh, look. Will you look at the time? Come on.
Pardon me. I have made some notes here,
and I would like, please, to say something.
I have been listening very carefully and...
it seems to me that this man has some very good points to make.
From what was presented at the trial, the boy looks guilty, on the surface.
- But maybe if we go deeper... - Come on, will ya?
There is a question I would like to ask.
Let us assume that the boy really did commit the murder.
Now, this happened at 10 minutes after 12.
Now, how was he caught by the police?
He came back home... at three o'clock or so,
and he was captured by two detectives in the hallway of his house.
Now, my question is: If he really had killed his father,
why would he come back home three hours later?
Wouldn't he be afraid of being caught?
He came home for his knife. It's not nice to leave knives in people's chests.
Yeah, especially relatives'.
I don't see anything funny about it.
The boy knew the knife could be identified.
- He had to get it before the police did. - If he knew the knife could be identified,
why did he leave it there in the first place?
I think we can assume the boy ran out in a state of panic, having just killed his father.
He calmed down and realised he'd left his knife there.
This, then, depends on your definition of panic.
He would have had to be calm enough to wipe off any fingerprints left on the knife.
Now, where did this panic start and where did it end?
You voted guilty. What side are you on?
I don't believe I have to be loyal to one side or the other.
- I'm simply asking questions. - This is just off the top of my head but...
If I'd done the stabbing, I'd take a chance and go back for the knife.
I'll bet he figured nobody'd seen him running out
and the body wouldn't be discovered till the next day.
After all, it was the middle of the night. He figured it'd be found the next day.
Pardon. This is my whole point.
The woman across the street testified that the moment after she saw the killing,
that is, a moment after the train went by,
she screamed, and then went to telephone the police.
Now, the boy certainly must have heard the scream.
So he knew that somebody saw something.
I just don't think that he would have gone back.
Two things. One: He may not have heard the scream. Perhaps it wasn't very loud.
Two: If he did, he may not have connected it with his own acts.
He lived in a neighbourhood where screams were commonplace.
- There's your answer. - Maybe. Maybe the boy did kill his father.
Didn't hear the scream, did run out in a panic,
calmed down later and came back for the knife, risking being caught by the police.
Maybe those things happened, but maybe they didn't.
There's enough doubt to wonder if he was there at all at the time of the killing.
What do you mean? Didn't the old man see him running out of the house?
He's twisting the facts.
Did or didn't the old man see the kid running out of the house at 12.10?
- Well, did or didn't he? - He says he did.
Says he did? Boy, how do you like that?
- Witnesses can make mistakes. - Sure, when you want them to!
- Or when he wants them to! - Keep the yelling down.
Maybe we need a little yelling. These guys keep going off every which way.
Did hear the scream, didn't hear it - what difference does it make?
You're talking about little details and forgetting the important stuff.
- I call for another vote. - I'm talking here!
Another vote called for.
Now let's take our seats.
I never saw so much time spent on nothin'.
It only takes a second.
OK, I guess the fastest way is to find out who's voting not guilty.
All those voting not guilty, please raise your hands.
Still the same. One, two, three not guilty. Nine guilty.
So now where are we? We can yakety-yak till next Tuesday. Where's it getting us?
Pardon. I vote not guilty.
What are you talkin' about? I mean, we're all goin' crazy in here or somethin'.
The kid is guilty. Why don't you listen to the facts?
Tell them, will ya? This is gettin' to be a joke.
The vote is eight to four in favour of guilty.
What is this? Love Your Underprivileged Brother Week?
I want you to tell me why you changed your vote. Give me reasons.
I don't have to defend my decision to you. There is a reasonable doubt in my mind.
Reasonable doubt? Nothing but words. Look at this.
The kid you just decided isn't guilty was seen ramming this into his father!
- What about this, Mr Reasonable Doubt? - That's not the knife, remember?
- Oh, brilliant! - I'm tellin' you, this is the craziest.
I mean, what are we supposed to believe? You're pullin' stories out of thin air.
A guy like this, if he's sittin' ringside at the Dempsey-Firpo fight,
he'd be trying to tell you that...
Look. Now what about the old man?
Are we supposed to believe he didn't see the kid tearin' down the steps
15 seconds after the killing?
He's just sayin' so to be important, right?
- What's the point of it all? - Hold it.
The Baltimore rooter is heard from again.
- And pop-ups are fallin' for base hits. - Hold on a second. Look.
- Did the old man say he ran to the door? - What's the difference?
- He got there, didn't he? - He said he ran. At least I think he did.
I don't remember, but I don't see how he could have run.
He said he wentfrom his bedroom to the front door. Isn't that enough?
- Where was the bedroom? - Down the hall.
- Don't you remember that? - No.
- I want to see a diagram of the apartment. - Why don't we have him on trial again?
You're the only one wants to see exhibits.
- I want to see this one, too. - I'd like to stop wastin' time.
If we're gonna wade through that nonsense about the body...
No, but I'd like to know if an old man who drags one foot cos he had a stroke
can get from his bedroom to his front door in 15 seconds.
- He said 20. - He said 15.
- 20. What are you tryin' to distort? - He said 15.
How does he know how long 15 seconds is? You can't judge that.
He said 15. He was positive about it.
He was an old man! He was confused!
How could he be positive about anything?
I don't see what you're going to prove. The man said he saw the boy running out.
Let's see if the details bear him out. As the body hit the floor,
he said he heard footsteps upstairs, running to the front door.
Heard the upstairs door open, the footsteps start down.
He said he got to his own door in, at most, 15 seconds. If the killer ran immediately...
- Maybe he didn't. - The old man said he did.
You oughta be at that hair-splitters' convention.
Why don't you stop making smart remarks?
My friend, for your three dollars a day, you have to listen to everything.
Here's the apartment. The old man's was directly beneath and exactly the same.
Here are the el tracks, the bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, hall, stairs.
The old man was in this bedroom here.
He says he crossed to the door, walked down the hall, opened the door
just in time to see the boy running down the stairs. Am I right?
That's the story, for the 19th time.
- 15 seconds after the body hit the floor. - Correct.
Now, let's see. It was...
It's 12 feet from the bed to the door. The hall is 43 feet.
He would have had to walk 12 feet, open the bedroom door,
walk 43 feet down and open the front door, all in 15 seconds.
- Could he have done it? - Sure.
He walks slowly. He needed help into the witness chair.
- You make it sound like a long walk. - For an old man who had a stroke, it is.
- What are you doin'? - I'm gonna try it.
What do you mean? Why didn't his lawyer bring it up?
- Maybe he just didn't think of it. - Do you think he's an idiot? It's obvious.
- Did you think of it? - It don't matter. He didn't bring it up
because he knew it'd hurt his case.
Or because it would have meant bullying and badgering a helpless old man.
That doesn't sit well with a jury. Most lawyers avoid it.
- What kind of a bum is he? - That's what I'm asking.
Pass me that chair. Those two chairs are the old man's bed.
I just paced off 12 feet. This is the bedroom door.
That's crazy. You can't re-create a thing like that.
The hall was 43 feet. I'll pace from that wall and back again.
This is insane. What are you wasting everybody's time for?
According to you, it'll only take 15 seconds. We can spare that.
Come on. Knock it off.
OK. OK, OK, killer.
Yeah.
Will you stand there and mark the front door? It was chain-locked, remember.
- Who's got a watch with a second hand? - I have.
Stamp your foot. That'll be the body falling. You can time me from there.
- What are we gonna do, play charades? - What are we waiting for?
I wanna wait till the second hand reaches 60.
Aw, come on!
Come on, speed it up. He can walk twice as fast as that.
If you want me to walk faster than that, I will.
- Lock. Door. Stop. - Right.
What's the time?
Exactly... 41 seconds.
This is what I think happened. The old man heard the fight a few hours earlier.
When he's in bed, he heard the body hit the floor,
heard the woman scream, got to his front door as fast as he could,
heard somebody running and assumed it was the boy.
- I think that's possible. - Assumed?
Brother, I've seen all kinds of dishonesty in my day,
but this little display takes the cake.
You all come in here with your hearts bleedin' about slum kids and injustice.
You listen to some fairy tales. You start getting through to these old ladies.
You're not getting through to me. I've had enough.
What's the matter with you guys? You all know he's guilty! He's got to burn!
- He'll slip through our fingers. - Slip through our fingers?
- Are you his executioner? - I'm one of 'em.
- Perhaps you'd like to pull the switch. - For this kid, you bet I would.
I feel sorry for you. What it must feel like to wanna pull the switch!
Ever since you walked in, you've acted like a self-appointed public avenger.
You want to see this boy die because you want it, not because of the facts.
- You're a sadist. - You...
Let me go! I'll kill him! I'll kill him!
You don't really mean you'll kill me, do you?
- Anything wrong? I heard some noise. - No, everything's all right.
We're just... Friendly little argument.
We're through with that diagram. You can take it if you want. Here you are.
What are you lookin' at?
- Somebody has to start off again. - I beg pardon...
"I beg pardon." What are you so polite about?
For the same reason you're not. It's the way I was brought up.
This fighting... That's not why we are here, to fight.
We have a responsibility.
This, I have always thought, is a remarkable thing about democracy.
That we are...
What is the word?
Notified. That we are notified by mail to come down to this place
to decide on the guilt or innocence of a man we... we have never heard of before.
We have nothing to gain or lose by... by our verdict.
This is one of the reasons why we are strong.
We should not make it a... personal thing.
If nobody else has an idea, I might have a cutie here.
Let's throw it out and see if the cat licks it up.
- The cat licks it up? - Yeah. The boy...
Look how dark it's gettin' out there. I bet we're gonna have a storm now.
Boy, oh boy. It's really hot, huh?
- Pardon me, but... don't you ever sweat? - No, I don't.
Listen. I... I was wonderin' if...
Maybe... maybe we should take another vote.
Great. Maybe we can follow this one up with a little dancing and refreshments!
- Mr Foreman? - Well, that's OK with me.
Anyone doesn't wanna vote? Hey, come on.
- Sorry. - I think we ought to have an open ballot.
Call out our votes, you know? Let's see who stands where.
Well, that sounds fair to me. Anyone object?
OK. I'll call off your jury numbers. One?
Oh, that's me. I vote guilty. Two?
Not guilty.
Number three?
Guilty.
Number four?
Guilty.
Number five?
Not guilty.
Number six?
Not guilty.
Number seven?
Guilty.
Number eight?
Not guilty.
- Number nine? - Not guilty.
- Number ten? - Guilty.
Number eleven?
Not guilty.
Number twelve?
Number twelve!
Guilty.
The vote is now six to six.
And we go into extra innings here, eh?
Six to six! I'm telling you, some of you people in here must be out of your minds.
A kid like that!
I don't think the kind of boy he is has anything to do with it.
- Facts determine the case. - Don't give me that!
I'm sick and tired of facts. You can twist 'em any way you like.
That's exactly the point this gentleman has been making.
You keep shouting at the top of your lungs...
I'd like to be a few years younger. That man gets on my...
- My, it's hot in here. - Want a drink of water?
No, no. Thanks. Thanks.
- It's gonna rain. - Well, how'd you figure that out, killer?
- How come you changed your vote? - It just seemed there was room for doubt.
- You haven't got a leg to stand on. - I don't feel that way.
- A lot of details never came out. - Yeah, well, good luck.
Come on. You're like everybody else. You think too much, you get mixed up.
- You know what I mean? - I don't think you have any right to...
Loudmouth.
Look at that come down, will ya?
You know, this reminds me of a storm we had last...
Was it November? I don't know. Something.
It was quite a storm we had. It was right in the middle of a game.
We were behind - seven to six. We'd just started to move the ball, made a tackle.
It was gonna cut right in, slash through, slashed right in, cut right through...
And...
We had this kid - Slattery.
He was an ox. A real ox.
I wish I had another one just like him.
I forgot to tell you. I'm the assistant head coach at Andrew J McCorkle High School.
That's out in Queens.
And anyway... we're starting to move along real nice.
You know, their whole line is just... just comin' apart.
And it starts to come down, cats and dogs, just like this.
Just... whoosh! You know, right down.
Well, it was murder, you know?
I swear, I... I nearly bawled. Just... We couldn't go nowhere.
Hey, what is it with this fan here? How come...
Must have been on the same switch with the lights.
Well, things are lookin' up here, huh?
Yeah.
Boy, that's better.
Hey! Two points.
You guys ever go to the Garden?
That's a damn stupid thing to do.
Oh, I'm sorry. I...
You know?
Pardon me.
Well, how do you like it? Even-steven. Pretty surprising, isn't it?
Yes.
That... business before, when that tall guy, whatshisname, was tryin' to bait me?
That doesn't prove anything. I'm a... pretty excitable person.
Where does he come off calling me a public avenger, a sadist?
Anyone in his right mind would blow his stack.
He was just tryin' to bait me.
He did an excellent job.
I think we're going nowhere here.
I'm ready to walk into court and declare a hung jury.
- There's no point in this thing going on. - I go for that, too.
Let the kid take his chance with 12 other guys.
The judge won't accept a hung jury. We haven't been here long.
- Well, let's find out. - I am not in favour of that.
This kid wouldn't stand a chance with another jury, and you know it.
Come on, we're hung. Nobody's gonna change his vote.
- Still no room for reasonable doubt? - No.
Pardon. Maybe you don't fully understand the term "reasonable doubt".
What do you mean, I don't understand?
How do you like this guy? I'm tellin' you, they're all alike.
They come over here and before they can take a breath,
they're telling us how to run the show.
- Boy, the arrogance of this guy! - All right.
Let's stop the arguing for about two minutes in here.
Now, who's got something constructive to say?
I'd like to go over something, if you gentlemen don't mind.
An important point for the prosecution was
the fact that after the boy claimed he was at the movies when the killing took place,
he couldn't remember the names of the movies or who starred in them.
- This gentleman has made that point. - That's correct.
It's the only alibi the boy offered, and he couldn't back it up with any details.
In the boy's place, do you think you could remember details
after an upsetting experience such as being slapped by your father?
I think so, if there were any special details to remember.
The boy couldn't remember the movies because he wasn't there.
According to the police testimony, the boy was questioned in the kitchen,
while the body of his father was lying in the bedroom.
Do you think you could remember details?
- I do. - Under great emotional stress?
- Under great emotional stress. - He remembered them correctly in court.
Yes. His lawyer took great pains to bring that out.
He had three months to the day of the trial in which to memorise them.
It's not difficult for a lawyer to find out what played on a particular night.
I'll take the testimony from right after the murder,
when he couldn't remember a thing about the movies, great emotional stress or not.
- I'd like to ask you a personal question. - Go ahead.
- Where were you last night? - I was home all night.
- How about the night before that? - What is this?
It's all right. I left the office at 8.30 and went straight home and to bed.
- And the night before that? - That was... Tuesday night.
- The bridge tournament. I played bridge. - Monday night?
When you get to New Year's Eve 1954, let me know.
Monday night? Monday night... my wife and I went to the movies.
- What did you see? - The Scarlet Circle. A whodunit.
- What was the second feature? - The...
I'll tell you in a minute. The...
Remarkable Mrs...
Something.
Mrs Bainbridge. The Remarkable Mrs Bainbridge.
I saw that. It's called The Amazing Mrs Bainbridge.
Yes. The Amazing Mrs Bainbridge.
Who was in The Amazing Mrs Bainbridge?
Barbara... Long, I think it was.
A dark, very pretty girl.
- Ling or... Long. Something like that. - Who else?
I'd never heard of them before.
It was a very inexpensive second feature, with unknown...
And you weren't under an emotional stress, were you?
No.
I wasn't.
- I think the point is made. - Big point.
You can talk till your tongue is draggin' on the floor. The boy is guilty.
Know what I mean, my friend?
- You got those cough drops? - They're all gone, my friend.
Oh, boy. Look at that rain. There goes your ball game.
It's only a shower.
Besides, they got the infield covered.
Say, could I see that knife a second, please?
Well, we're still tied up six to six. Who's got a suggestion?
- It's 5 after 6. Let's get some dinner. - Why don't we wait till 7 o'clock?
OK with me.
There's something I'd like to say. It's been bothering me a little,
and as long as we're stuck...
There was this whole business about the stab wound and how it was made.
- The downward angle of it, you know? - Don't start with that again.
- They've been over it and over it. - I know, but I don't go along with it.
The boy was five feet seven inches tall. His father was six two.
That's a difference of seven inches.
It's very awkward to stab down into the chest of someone over half a foot taller.
Give me that.
I'll give you a demonstration. Somebody get up.
Watch this - I don't wanna have to do it again.
I'll make myself about six or seven inches shorter.
- That's about right. Maybe a little more. - OK, a little more.
Now... nobody's hurt.
- Right? - Right. Nobody hurt.
Now, this is the way I'd stab a man who was... taller than I was.
Look at the angle. Down and in.
And this is the way it was done. Now tell me I'm wrong.
- Down and in. There's no argument. - Hold on a minute.
Will you give me that?
Boy, I hate these things.
- Did you ever see a knife fight? - No.
Anybody here ever see a knife fight?
Well, I have. You know, on my back stoop, the lot across the street, back yard.
Switchblades came with the neighbourhood.
Funny I never thought of it before. I guess you try to forget.
- How do you use a switchblade? - Well, you'd never use it like this.
See, you'd lose too much time switching hands.
Here's how. Underhand.
Anyone who's ever used one wouldn't handle it any other way.
- Are you sure? - I'm sure.
- It's why they're made to open like that. - The boy was pretty handy with a knife?
You think he could have made the wound that killed his father?
No. Not with the experience he got all his life handling these things.
- I feel he'd have gone for him underhand. - How do you know?
- Were you there when he was killed? - No. Neither was anybody else.
What are you giving us this mumbo jumbo for? I don't believe it.
I don't think you can tell what wound he might have made
simply because he knew how to handle a knife.
- What do you think? - I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know? - I don't know.
- How about you? - I don't know about the rest of 'em,
but I'm gettin' tired of this yakety-yakkin'. It's gettin' us nowhere.
So I guess I'll have to break it up. I'm changin' my vote to not guilty.
- You're what? - You heard me. I've had enough.
- You've had enough? That's no answer. - Listen, you just take care of yourself.
- You know? - He's right.
That's not an answer.
What kind of a man are you?
You have sat here and voted guilty with everyone else
because there are some baseball tickets burning a hole in your pocket.
Now you have changed your vote because you say you're sick of all the talking?
- Now, listen, buddy... - Who tells you that you have the right
to play like this with a man's life? Don't you care...
Now, wait a minute. You can't talk like that to me.
I can talk like that to you. If you want to vote not guilty,
do it because you are convinced he is not guilty, not because you've had enough.
And if you think he is guilty, then vote that way.
Or don't you have the guts to do what you think is right?
- Now, listen... - Guilty or not guilty?
- I told you. Not guilty. - Why?
- Look, I don't have to... - You do have to. Say it. Why?
I... I don't think he's guilty.
- I want another vote. - OK, that's another vote called for.
I guess the quickest way is a show of hands. Anyone object?
OK, all those voting not guilty, raise your hands.
One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven...
eight.
Nine.
All those voting guilty, raise your hands.
One, two, three.
Well, the vote's nine to three in favour of acquittal.
I don't understand you people!
All these picky little points you keep bringing up, they don't mean nothing!
You saw this kid just like I did.
Don't tell me you believe that phoney story about losing the knife
and about being at the movies.
Look, you know how these people lie. It's born in them.
What the heck? I don't have to tell you. They don't know what the truth is!
And they don't need any real big reason to kill someone, either.
No, sir. They get drunk. They're real big drinkers, all of 'em.
You know that. And bang! Someone's lying in the gutter.
Nobody's blaming 'em. That's the way they are by nature.
You know what I mean? Violent. Where are you going?
Human life don't mean as much to them as it does to us.
They're lushing it up and fighting all the time,
and if somebody gets killed, somebody gets killed! They don't care!
Sure, there's some good things about 'em, too. I'm the first one to say that.
I've known a couple who were OK, but that's the exception.
Most of 'em, it's like they have no feelings! They can do anything!
What's going on here?
I'm trying to tell you. You're making a big mistake, you people.
This kid is a liar. I know it. I know all about them.
Listen to me. They're no good.
There's not a one of 'em who's any good.
I mean, what's happening in here?
I speak my piece, and you...
Listen to me.
I... We're... we're...
This kid on trial here. His type. Well, don't you know about them?
There's a... There's a danger here.
These people are dangerous.
They're... wild.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
I have. Now, sit down and don't open your mouth again.
Some of the time... I tell you.
It's always difficult to keep personal prejudice out of a thing like this.
Wherever you run into it, prejudice always obscures the truth.
I don't really know what the truth is.
I don't suppose anybody will ever really know.
Nine of us now seem to feel that the defendant is innocent.
But we're just gambling on probabilities. We may be wrong.
We may be trying to let a guilty man go free. I don't know. Nobody really can.
But we have a reasonable doubt.
And that's something that's very valuable in our system.
No jury can declare a man guilty unless it's sure.
We nine can't understand how you three are still so sure.
- Maybe you can tell us. - I'll try.
You've made some excellent points, but I still believe the boy is guilty.
I have two reasons. One: The evidence given by the woman across the street,
who actually saw the murder committed.
That's the most important testimony.
And two: The fact that she described the stabbing
by saying she saw the boy raise his arm over his head
and stab down into the father's chest.
- She saw him do it, the wrong way. - That's absolutely right.
Let's talk about this woman for a moment.
She said she went to bed about eleven o'clock that night.
Her bed was next to the window, and she could look out
and see directly into the boy's room across the street.
She tossed and turned for over an hour.
Finally, she turned toward the window at about 10 minutes after 12,
and as she looked out, she saw the killing through the windows of a passing el train.
She said the lights went out after the killing,
but that she got a good look at the boy in the act of stabbing his father.
As far as I can see it, this is unshakeable testimony.
- Well, that's the whole case. - What do you think?
How about you?
I don't know. So much evidence to sift. This is a pretty complicated business.
Frankly, I don't see how you can vote for acquittal.
- It's not so easy to arrange the evidence. - Throw out all the other evidence!
The woman saw him do it! What else do you want?
- Well, maybe... - Let's vote on it.
OK, there's another vote called for. Anyone object?
All right. I'm changing my vote.
- He's guilty. - Anybody else? The vote is eight to four.
Why is this such a personal triumph for you, this one vote?
OK. I say we're a hung jury. I say we take it in to the judge.
How about it? I wanna hear arguments.
You, you're the leader of the cause. What about it?
- Let's go over it again. - We've been over it again.
The boy in the grey flannel suit is bouncin' back and forth like a tennis ball.
There's no point in getting nasty. You keep trying to turn this into a contest.
OK.
Maybe we can talk about setting some kind of time limit.
Yeah. Once around for the deal, huh?
It's... a quarter after six. Someone before mentioned seven o'clock.
That's a point at which we might begin to discuss whether we're a hung jury or not.
- Don't you feel well? - I feel perfectly well, thank you.
I was saying seven o'clock would be a reasonable time...
The reason I asked that was because you were rubbing your nose like...
Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting.
But you made a gesture that reminded me of something.
- I'm trying to settle something here. - Well, I think this is important.
Thank you. Now, then. I'm sure you'll pardon me for this,
but I was wondering why you rub your nose like that.
Come on, will you?
At this point I happen to be talking to the gentleman sitting next to you.
Now, why were you rubbing your nose like that?
If it's any of your business, I was rubbing it because it bothers me a little.
Oh, I'm sorry. Is it... Is it because of your eyeglasses?
It is. Now could we get on to something else?
Your eyeglasses made those two deep impressions on the sides of your nose.
I hadn't noticed that before. That must be annoying.
It is very annoying.
I wouldn't know about that. I've never worn eyeglasses. 20l20.
Listen, will you come on already with the optometrist bit?
The woman who testified that she saw the killing
had those same marks on the sides of her nose.
Holy smoke! He's right.
Please. Just give me a minute... and I'll be finished.
I don't know if anyone else noticed that about her.
I didn't think of it then, but I've been going over her face... in my mind.
She had those same marks. She kept rubbing them in court.
He's right. She did do that a lot.
This woman was about 45 years old.
She was making a tremendous effort to look 375.
For her first public appearance. Heavy make-up. Dyed hair.
Brand-new clothes that should have been worn by a younger woman.
No glasses. Well, women do that. See if you can get a mental picture of her.
What do you mean, no glasses? How do you know whether she wore glasses?
- Just cos she was rubbin' her nose? - She had those marks. I saw 'em.
- So? What do you think that means? - I'm sick of your yellin'...
Come on. Forget it.
Hey, listen. Listen, he's right. I saw them too. I was the closest one to her.
She had these things on the side of her nose.
What point are you makin'?
She had dyed hair, marks on her nose. What does that mean?
Could those marks be made by anything other than eyeglasses?
No. They couldn't.
I didn't see any marks!
I did. Strange, but I didn't think about it before.
Why didn't the lawyer say something?
There are twelve people in here concentrating on this case.
- Eleven of us didn't think of it either. - What about the district attorney?
You think he'd pull that? Have her testify without her glasses?
Ever see a woman who didn't want to wear them because they spoil her looks?
OK. She had marks on her nose. I'm givin' you that.
From glasses, right? She didn't wanna wear 'em out of the house
so people'd think she's gorgeous.
But when she saw this kid killin' his father, she was in the house alone.
That's all.
Do you wear glasses when you go to bed?
No. I don't.
No one wears eyeglasses to bed.
It's logical to assume that she wasn't wearing them in bed.
- How do you know? - I don't know. I'm guessing.
I'm also guessing that she didn't put them on when she looked out of the window.
She testified the killing took place just as she looked out.
The lights went off. She didn't have time to put them on.
Here's another guess. She honestly thought she saw the boy kill his father.
- I say she only saw a blur. - How do you know what she saw?
How does he know all that? How do you know what glasses she wore?
Maybe they were sunglasses! Maybe she was far-sighted! What do you know?
I only know the woman's eyesight is in question now.
She had to be able to identify a person 60 feet away, at night, without glasses.
You can't send someone off to die on evidence like that.
Aw, don't give me that.
- Might she not have made a mistake? - No.
- It's not possible? - No, it's not possible.
Is it possible?
Not guilty.
Do you think he's guilty?
I think he's guilty.
Do you?
No.
I'm convinced. Not guilty.
- What's the matter with you? - I have a reasonable doubt now.
- It's eleven to one. - What about all the other evidence?
What about all that stuff? The... The knife? The whole business?
Well, you said we could throw out all the other evidence.
Well, what do we do now?
You're alone.
I don't care whether I'm alone or not. It's my right.
It's your right.
Well, what do you want? I say he's guilty.
- We want to hear your arguments. - I gave you my arguments.
We're not convinced. We want to hear them again.
We have as much time as it takes.
Everything - every single thing that took place in that courtroom says he's guilty.
What do you think? I'm an idiot or somethin'?
Take that stuff about the old man, who lived there and heard everything!
Or this business about the knife. They found another one exactly like it?
The old man saw him! Right there, on the stairs.
What's the difference how many seconds it was?
Every single thing. The knife fallin' through a hole in his pocket.
You can't prove he didn't get to the door!
Sure, you can take all the time, hobble around the room, but you can't prove it!
And what about this business of the el? And the movies?
There's a phoney deal if I ever heard one.
I'll bet you $5,000 I'd remember the movies I saw.
I'm tellin' you, everything that's gone on has been twisted and turned!
This business with the glasses? How do you know she didn't have 'em on?
This woman testified in open court!
And what about hearin' the kid yell? Huh?
I'm tellin' ya, I've got all the facts here.
Here...
Well, that's it. That's the whole case.
Well?
Say something!
You lousy bunch of bleedin' hearts.
You're not gonna intimidate me. I'm entitled to my opinion.
Rotten kids... You work your life out!
No...
Not guilty.
We're ready now.
Hey!
- What's your name? - Davis.
My name's McCardle.
- Well, so long. - So long.
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