I'll talk to her. And again, I'm very sorry.
Bye.
It wasn't my fault.
- Whose fault was it? - Sarah asked me to trim her bangs.
- I didn't ask her. - That doesn't mean
- you had to do it. - Oh.
You know better than to play with scissors, or to cut someone's hair.
I didn't think I was playing. I thought I was helping her out.
Hey, a month ago you were practically begging me to play with her.
Her mother says she has a hunk of hair
sticking straight up on top of her head.
We only have those round scissors at school.
You can't cut hair with those baby scissors.
If I'd had the pointy ones, I could have done better.
You're missing the point. You shouldn't have cut Sarah's hair.
- Period. The end. No excuses. - Oh, sorry.
I thought you wanted me to give you an excuse.
No. I don't want any excuses.
I want you to go upstairs to your room and stay there and think about this
- until you can-- - Come up with a better excuse.
No. I don't want any excuses.
I want you to realise that you did something wrong
and that there are consequences to doing something wrong.
I hate being cooped up in my room.
How about if I just pick up trash on the highway instead,
- like Mary did? - No.
But I was supposed to go down to Mrs. Hinckle's house this afternoon.
- I told her I would. - Okay.
Now you have to tell her you can't.
And Mrs. Hinckle won't have a visitor this afternoon.
You see how your actions affect other people?
Even people outside yourself and Sarah?
It's the punishment that affects Mrs. Hinckle, it's not my actions.
Just let Mrs. Hinckle know you're not coming.
Oh, all right, if that's what you want.
Yes, that's what I want. And I wanna hear a tone in your voice
that's more respectful than the one I've heard this whole conversation.
Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. Really, I am.
I just explained the law to you that you must apply
to the facts in this case.
That's my job as a judge.
Your job as jurors is to determine the facts in the case.
Who's telling the truth and what really happened.
I'd like to thank you in advance
for the service you're about to provide to your community.
It's a little intimidating deciding a murder case.
Intimidating? It's just a big circus.
And an even bigger waste of the taxpayer's money.
Everybody, take a seat please now, so we can get started.
This shouldn't take long.
- How do you vote? - Not guilty.
Not guilty.
- Not guilty. - Not guilty.
Not guilty.
- Were we at the same trial? - If you don't mind my saying so,
I think we should finish voting before we discuss it.
I think that's the way it's usually done. If that's all right.
Not guilty.
- Guilty. - Not guilty.
- Not guilty.
Eleven for not guilty and one vote for guilty.
Does the vote have to be unanimous?
That's right.
- It's gonna be a long day. - Great.
Now I'll probably miss the first half of the basketball game.
- Did Dad call you? - Hello to you too.
And no, he didn't.
But he did leave these for you.
Thanks. Heh.
Why do you need to work at the church?
Oh, because John and a bunch of guys
are at our apartment watching the basketball game.
Why can't you just work here at the house?
I need to be where there won't be any interruptions.
I have my first assignment in statistics class
and I'm supposed to discuss the role of statistics in my chosen field.
Statistics in medicine. Well, that shouldn't be hard, should it?
Well, it's not exactly in the textbooks anywhere.
Well, still, I'm sure you won't have any trouble with it.
And if it gets spooky down there,
you can bring your computer back home to work.
- Spooky? At the church? - Alone, in a church, all by yourself.
Just you and God.
- It'll be fun. - Fun how?
Fine. But do remember to leave God's house
and your dad's office the way you found it.
Yeah.
- Is Dad home yet? ANNIE: No.
The trial was expected to go to the jury today,
so he may not be home for a while.
[SIGHS]
No.
You don't even know what we want.
Whatever it is, it costs money. And we don't have any money.
Well, after dinner we just wanted to go down to the promenade
- and have a cappuccino, that's all. - No.
Just no, or do we get a reason?
I can give you two. One, I don't want you drinking cappuccinos.
And two, you don't have six bucks to buy a cappuccino.
Dad would let us borrow against next week's allowance.
That's why Dad's not in charge of allowance.
You got to him last week, that's why you have nothing this week.
I'd really love to know how you two can spend so much money.
Do you know how much shampoo costs?
I know how much the family shampoo costs
and you're welcome to use that.
Why don't you buy the brand of shampoo that we use
for the whole family?
I could do that, but then I'd have to spend 30 bucks a week on shampoo
and, you know, I don't have 30 bucks a week to spend on shampoo.
- If we can afford it, surely you can. - What?
- Mom, it's just a cappuccino. - No, it's not just a cappuccino.
I don't know what it is, but it's not just a cappuccino.
And when you feel like telling me what it really is, I'd love to hear it.
- Hi, Mom. - Hi, Deena's parents cave in?
Finally. And she can come over tonight, if it's okay with you.
Oh, I don't know if it's okay with me or not.
Since your dad's not gonna be home.
What difference does that make?
I may not feel like chaperoning you two,
that's what difference it makes.
The twins missed their nap this afternoon and I'm just really tired.
But you don't have to do anything.
We're not gonna do anything.
Honest, I'm not stupid.
I would never ever give her another hickey again.
- Not as long as I live. - Well, I hope not.
So?
So can't this wait till tomorrow night?
Must we all be punished because Dad couldn't think of a way
to get off jury duty?
[BABBLING]
[SIGHS]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
So, what are we gonna tell her?
Why tell her anything? She's not gonna let us go.
Dinner's ready. Have either of you seen Ruthie?
- No. - Not me.
Well, I sent her to her room an hour ago.
She said she was going over to Mrs. Hinckle's.
Yeah, that was before she was sent to her room.
[SIGHS]
The answer is still no.
What if we just go down to the promenade and walk around?
I mean, it doesn't cost anything to stalk Lucy's old boyfriend.
Which old boyfriend?
Andrew Nayloss. I was just hoping to run into him.
And Mary was hoping to run into Robbie.
Oh, I didn't mean to. Oh, Mom, she hit me first.
- Well, which is it? LUCY: Who cares?
- It hurts. ANNIE: Ice, ice. Here, baby.
LUCY: Ow.
Please. I'm begging you, just for a little while.
Okay, fine, okay. Just go find Ruthie and tell her I want to see her.
ANNIE: It's okay. Here, baby.
- Where have you been? - I was over at Mrs. Hinckle's.
Mom thinks she sent you to your room.
She did. But first I had to go tell Mrs. Hinckle
I couldn't come over because I was sent to my room.
Whatever.
Mom's looking for you, and she's mad.
She was mad before she was looking for me.
No, I think she's madder now.
Believe me, she couldn't get any madder.
Oh, yes, I could. Mary said you went over to Mrs. Hinckle's house?
- I did. - After I told you to go to your room?
- But-- - What part of "Go to your room"
don't you understand, young lady?
But you told me to tell Mrs. Hinckle that I couldn't come over.
I didn't have her phone number, I had to walk over there to tell her.
- What? - That was a mistake, wasn't it?
[SIGHS]
[HUMMING]
It's simple. The defendant is a drug dealer.
The victim was a cop who was trying to arrest him.
The defendant was trying to get away
and in the process, he shot and killed the cop.
- He's guilty. - I don't think the prosecutor proved
- the defendant was a drug dealer. - She didn't have to.
He's charged with murder, not drug dealing.
But it was a crucial part of the case.
If he wasn't a dealer, he wouldn't have shot a police officer.
The bullet that killed the victim came from the defendant's gun.
Yeah, and the police stole the defendant's gun
- a week before the shooting. - That's what the defendant said.
But why would the police do that?
- To frame him for this murder. - Oh, no, that's crazy.
Hey, man, don't you read the papers?
The cops plant guns on innocent people all the time.
- It was the defendant's gun. - Man, you just don't get it, man.
Wait a minute, are you telling me
that you're all voting not guilty because of
- a police corruption scandal? JUROR: Man, open your eyes.
The police admitted that they frame innocent men.
- And shoot unarmed suspects. - And sell drugs.
Two officers admitted doing those things.
But those officers don't work at the same station where the victim did.
What makes you think there are only two corrupt cops on the police force?
Huh? And so what if it wasn't the same station?
How can you think that the police, who protect us,
that every last one of them is corrupt?
So, what you're really saying
is that you know the defendant killed this officer,
but you just don't care.
Ah, looks like an early spring, huh?
That would be nice.
Can I tell you a story?
Sure.
A nephew of mine did something stupid once.
He sold some drugs,
and since he was on an Army base when he sold them,
that made it a federal offence.
And after he was convicted,
he asked me to come to the sentencing.
So I came because I believe in my heart
that my nephew is a very good person.
But the court was backed up.
The judge who was assigned to my nephew's case
was in the middle of another case.
A Medicare fraud case.
These four white men
stole over $3 million from the government.
From us, really.
So when it was my nephew's turn to be before this judge,
he told them that he was sorry, and he regretted what he had done,
and the judge listened to what he had to say,
but he sentenced my nephew to 15 years in prison.
I can't say that that was wrong,
because my nephew did sell those drugs.
I don't know why, but after they finished my nephew's case,
I decided to stay over to see what happened
to those four Medicare fraud men.
And do you know, they made a deal with the government?
They returned less than half of the money that they stole
and they spent no time in jail.
My nephew left for prison in an orange jumpsuit and in chains.
Those four Medicare fraud men left the courthouse with their wives,
dressed in expensive fur coats.
Now, I know a lot of nice white people
with good morals
don't realise how that makes a black person feel.
[FOREWOMAN CLEARS THROAT]
Well, let's get back to work if everybody's finished their dinner.
The only thing I know for certain about how it feels to be black in America
is that I'll never know how it feels to be black in America.
That's a good place to start.
[SIGHS]
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hello? - Just one question.
Does Dad have any music at the church
besides the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band?
Because as far as I can tell it's Nitty Gritty or bust.
What kind of music are you looking for?
Oh, I don't know.
A radio? One of those newfangled CD players?
Or any music made after I was born?
[LAUGHS]
- Is the quiet getting to you? - No, no, it's not getting to me.
You know, I'm fine. I was just taking a break.
MARY: It's gonna get worse before it gets better.
- Thanks. - You should put raw meat on it.
The only raw meat we have in the house is tuna fish.
- That won't help. - No kidding.
Tuna's not a meat.
You know, you owe me and you owe me big.
What do you want me to do? Just name it and let me get it over with.
- I don't know. - I do.
What if I call Andrew Nayloss and get you two back together?
We were never together, really.
Then I'll put you together. You want to be together, right?
- Yeah. - So I'll just call him and say
that you're not the type to call a guy and ask him out,
and I'm doing it for you because I hate to see you so miserable without him.
No, that's no good. It makes me sound like a loser.
So tell me what you wanna say and I'll say it.
I don't know what to say.
I like kissing him, but I'm not sure if I wanna date him.
- What I had was better. - Do me a favour, don't say anything.
Why don't you call Robbie for me and find out what's going on with him?
You know, ask him if he's okay. Stuff like that.
- No. - Why?
I don't care what's going on with him and I don't care if he's okay.
And you shouldn't either. Besides, this is about you owing me.
- I don't owe you anything. - It was an accident, you know?
There are no accidents.
Maybe you can get me an iced tea or something.
- I'm thirsty. - Does that pay you back?
For a black eye?
All right.
Just for the record, I don't like owing you like this.
I don't like my black eye either.
Why is it always all about you?
Psst.
I can't take it, I'm going nuts. You have to help me.
I can't help you. You have to accept the consequences
of your bad behaviour, just like I did.
Except this time, I didn't do anything wrong.
Sarah asked me to cut her hair, so she was wrong.
She shouldn't have asked. She should've known better.
I was just helping a friend. So why am I being punished?
I'll tell you why, because I'm just like you.
- How is that? - Once you're labelled as the bad girl
there's nothing you can do about it.
We've gotten ourselves into trouble a few times,
and now everything we do looks bad and we get punished for nothing.
Yeah, you may be right.
You know, that's pretty good. How did you come up with that?
I've been locked in my room for hours.
- No visitors, no talking. - Yes, ma'am.
Sorry.
- Did you think about what you did? - Yes.
But maybe I'd better think some more.
Because you probably wouldn't like what I've come up with.
If that peg is supposed to be me, I should be riding in the front seat.
I thought I'd let you sit in the back, with the kids.
But I have your peg in the front seat of my car.
If that's really supposed to be me, and we're married,
I'd have my own car. I mean, if you want to be real about it.
Is there something you wanna talk about?
No. And you can either ride in the back of the car, or walk.
I'm a peg. I have no legs to walk with.
Then you've made your decision, haven't you?
Did you wanna talk about something?
No, not me.
I'll just sit in the back seat and keep quiet.
- What took you so long? - Okay, don't be mad at me,
- but I called Andrew Nayloss. - You did what?
Don't worry, he wasn't home. I just talked to his dad.
- And you told his dad...? - That you were too shy to call Andrew,
so I'm calling for you, so when he gets home,
- please have him call. - And he said?
And he said that he knows who you are,
and that Andrew has another girlfriend now.
So you should just leave him alone.
Because the girl he's going with now is a very nice girl
that he and his wife both approve of.
Even though Andrew doesn't like her that much, they like that,
because that means the two of them won't be making out all the time.
- What? - Oh, yeah.
And he added that making out leads to sex
and Andrew isn't ready for that yet.
- He said that? - Mm-hm.
I can't believe you called him,
and I can't believe his father would say that.
Yeah, it's pretty bad. Here's your iced tea.
I have something I'd like to say.
Go ahead.
It's true that the judicial system in America has been racist in the past.
And maybe occasionally,
even more often than that in the present.
Yeah. Much more than occasionally.
When that happens, it's wrong.
I can understand how people of colour could lose faith in the system.
But if any of you were voting based on that,
I'm asking you to rise above that.
The evidence shows that the defendant is the murderer here.
Can we--? Can we take another vote?
All right.
- How do you vote? - Not guilty.
- Not guilty.
- Guilty. - Not guilty.
Not guilty.
- Not guilty. - Guilty.
What? How can you say that
when you know a black man can't get a fair trial in America?
I don't know about every defendant, but this defendant had a fair trial,
and I believe he's guilty and that's how I voted.
Oh, come on.
Why are you so much angrier than I am?
My generation suffered much more racism than your generation.
I'm voicing the anger that his generation wasn't allowed to.
And don't you tell me I'm not allowed to be angry.
Racism is not a thing of the past.
But don't you see, if your generation is burdened with all of that anger,
it will hold you back.
It would be your disadvantage, like segregation was ours.
I want your generation to soar.
I want you to take advantage of every opportunity we never had.
Think about this defendant, the evidence of this trial,
the conduct of the attorneys and the judge in this court.
Did this defendant get a fair trial? Is he guilty?
I vote guilty.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Welcome. Welcome, everyone.
Welcome to the church of Matt.
Yeah!
You know what? I don't care about the system.
I live in the same neighbourhood as the defendant.
I know what it's like to grow up there. I know how the cops treat us there.
And I own a deli in that neighbourhood, and I've seen how far
the police bend the rules.
You know, last year my aunt from back East came to visit my family.
The police stopped her while she was driving a rental car.
Why did they do that?
Why? You don't know why, homey? DWB, driving while brown.
You may all find this hard to believe, but I dated a man of colour once,
and he never got so much as a parking ticket.
Maybe the cops had a reason for stopping your aunt.
Oh, yeah, they had a reason.
She was a Hispanic woman driving a BMW.
You know, they made her lie face down on that hot asphalt
for half an hour.
Just because the licence plate didn't match the car she was driving.
It was a computer error.
And they didn't even apologise to her when they let her go.
Sounds like those police were wrong. But this case isn't about your aunt.
I've heard you give that speech before.
Do you know what my aunt does for a living?
- I have no way of knowing. - She's a judge.
A federal judge. And I have my M.B.A.
But I bet that the first time you saw me,
you wondered, "Does he have any gang connections?"
Expectations is just another way of saying prejudice.
But you don't know me. Your expectations of me,
as a white man, are prejudiced too.
If you're voting not guilty because of the wrong that was done to your aunt,
you're as bad as those cops who harassed your aunt, don't you think?
No, I don't think so. And quite frankly, I find it offensive that you think so.
[PHONE RINGS]
- Hello? - Hi, Mr. Nayloss, it's Lucy Camden.
I think my sister Mary called you earlier.
No, we're not interested in changing our long-distance provider.
[DIAL TONE]
[PHONE RINGS]
- Hello? - Please don't hang up.
It's me, Lucy. The girl who went out with your son a couple of months ago.
- Who? - Lucy Camden.
My sister Mary spoke with you earlier this evening,
and you said that Andrew was happy with his new girlfriend,
and that they didn't make out as much as we did,
and that he's not ready to have sex, but, you know, I'm not ready either.
- And the thing is-- - Hey.
Hey, that's enough of that sex talk, young lady.
What phone company do you represent?
I'm not with the phone company. I'm a friend of Andrew's.
I'm sorry, I just wanted to set the record straight.
Oh, you're that minister's daughter, aren't you?
Yes, yes, that's me.
My sister Mary called about me and Andrew,
and I called to assure you that I don't wanna have sex.
Look, I don't know what kind of sick prank this is,
but you stay away from my son, you and your sister.
You girls today are far too fast for an innocent boy like--
[DIAL TONE]
What? Another iced tea?
Did you talk to Andrew's father or not?
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
- What? - I'm gonna get you for this.
For what? I didn't do anything.
Or maybe I did.
You have to hide me.
Oh, yeah, I knew you'd be back. Bad girls stick together.
Why are you wearing a hat?
I figured I did unto others, so I'd do unto me.
Then Mom would forgive me and I'd be off the hook.
Not that I should be on the hook, but you know how that goes.
I had to do something.
Oh, no.
Did you think you could hide from me?
Why are you all in Ruthie's room? I told her no visitors.
- Did you cut your hair? - I was thinking about it.
But then I thought I'd have to be crazy to cut off all my hair.
Mommy, I just realised something in your face.
I just realised what Sarah's mommy's face looked like
when she saw her bangs. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
ANNIE: Oh.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone, honest.
I know you didn't mean to, honey, but the fact is you did.
Sarah already felt left out and insecure and not so pretty.
Now she has this big clump of bangs that'll have to grow out.
It'll take weeks, even months.
Maybe I should ask Sarah if she wants to cut my bangs.
- Then we can have bad hair together. - If she says yes,
you'll have a big clump of bangs that'll have to grow out too.
I know. Could you call Sarah's mom?
I think we can quit now.
It's pretty clear who is the winner at The Game of Life.
- I want to play it out. - I don't.
I've ridden in the back seat, been thrown out of a moving car,
been audited three times... I've had enough.
Come on, what's the matter with you?
What's the matter with me? I'll tell you what the matter with me is.
You bit me. And because you bit me, I've been stuck in my house for weeks
and subjected to endless discussions about teenagers and sex.
But you bit me too.
And when we got in trouble, I took responsibility for it.
It doesn't matter, I still got punished for it.
But the punishment's over.
Yeah, maybe so. But I'm still mad at you.
[SIGHS]
I'm sorry.
Do you realise that's the first time you've apologised to me?
You've apologised to your parents and to my parents, but not to me.
But I thought we were kind of partners in crime, you know?
- No apology necessary. - Yeah.
You know, maybe I'm mad at myself. Maybe it's not your fault.
Maybe it's not anyone's fault but my own.
I'm guilty.
[WHIMPERS]
Oh, thank you.
I'm sorry to call so late, but I thought it was important.
I'll have Ruthie call Sarah tomorrow, if that's okay.
Good night.
Phew.
[RINGING]
And now, for our closing hymn, a little travelling music.
[PLAYING "CHOPSTICKS"]
- Hi. - Hello, Matt.
- So, what are you doing here? - One of the neighbours called.
She heard the organ music and got worried.
- Oh, that was me. Heh. - Yeah, I get that.
- You, uh, look good in that robe. - Oh, heh, I spilled coffee on my pants.
I was using my dad's computer, in the office.
- I spilled coffee on my pants. - You said that.
Oh.
So I put on the robe. Actually, I was taking a little break.
Yeah, I see.
I better be getting back, I have a statistics paper to finish.
Does anyone else need to know about this?
If you're not from that neighbourhood,
you can't understand what things are like.
That defendant, he's not just a defendant accused of a crime to us.
He's our neighbour, a cousin. He's some mother's son.
Tell us about your business.
Just a corner deli, nothing special, but I'm proud of it.
Do you ever worry about getting robbed?
- Of course. ERIC: What if there were no cops?
You said that the police in your neighbourhood
are sometimes too rough. But what if there were no police?
The defendant killed a police officer who was trying to arrest him.
If you refuse to convict the defendant for that murder,
what will the police, who protect you and your business,
what will they think?
I worry about sending the defendant to prison.
If he's not in a gang already, he will be once he gets to prison.
You sympathise with the defendant because of his upbringing.
But you grew up in that neighbourhood and you didn't become a murderer.
Maybe my family was stronger.
Maybe I had teachers who got through to me.
It's not wrong that your heart goes out to this man.
But we have to remember the victim. There have to be consequences.
The consequences have to be a guilty verdict and a prison sentence.
What about it, kid?
Let's step up and do the right thing. For the neighbourhood.
- Guilty. - I'm changing my vote too.
JUROR: So, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes,
think you're gonna save the American legal system?
Well, you're not changing my vote.
So we might as well declare a hung jury.
But I just like the defence attorney better than the prosecutor.
He did a better job defending the case
than she did of prosecuting the case.
Besides, nothing we do can bring back the dead cop.
So, what we do doesn't really matter.
Didn't you see the victim's family during the trial, waiting for us
to hold the defendant accountable for killing their son?
What you and we do in here matters.
JUROR: But we can't convict if we don't know the truth.
And everybody lies.
Cops, businessmen, even presidents lie.
How can we know the truth with so many liars around all the time?
Well, that's what we get to do in this room. Say what the truth is.
- I guess I just don't care. - That's how I feel.
You're both liars.
I think you're the biggest liars in this courthouse.
You care, or you wouldn't be so cynical. You're just...
...afraid to hope that you might make a difference.
If you let a murderer go free,
you'll have to carry that guilt for the rest of your lives.
I don't think that's a mistake that either of you can live with.
Do you really think one person can make a difference?
If I didn't think that, I couldn't get out of bed in the morning.
I vote guilty.
The vote's 11 to one. Today, you can make a difference.
You can see that justice is done.
It's all up to me, huh?
It's a big responsibility, isn't it?
I think you're up to it.
Let's take another vote.
- When's Daddy getting home? - He should be home soon.
Thanks for calling Sarah's mom.
She was very touched that you offered to cut your hair.
I'm just glad she thinks two wrongs don't make a right.
I was pretty scared.
[CHUCKLES]
Were you really going to let me cut my hair?
Yes, I have to say I was.
I don't always believe in an eye for an eye, but this time...
Maybe when it came right down to it, I wouldn't have.
Why do people know something is wrong,
but they go ahead and just do it anyway?
I don't know. But I think that everybody does the best they can
for whoever they are, at each and every moment.
Unfortunately, sometimes who they are is a totally unconscious person,
not thinking about right or wrong or the consequences of their actions.
It's pretty complicated. It's time for you to get some sleep.
I'm going over to Sarah's tomorrow.
Maybe we can stretch her bangs out or something.
Sometimes, when you make a mistake,
it's best just to realise that you've made the mistake and leave it alone.
You know, don't touch Sarah's hair.
Sorry. Being good is a full-time job. And I just dozed off for a minute.
Actually, that's kind of what I was trying to say before.
Never mind.
Good night.
God bless.
Come on, you gotta admit it was pretty funny.
It wasn't funny.
I told Andrew's nutty father that I wasn't ready to have sex.
Okay, it was kind of funny.
Why did you do it?
I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me.
It's just that I've suffered so much for the bad mistake that I made.
It seems like I have been paying off the night I wrecked the gym forever.
And this was an accident, a stupid accident.
I didn't mean to hit you.
I guess I'm just tired of paying penalties,
and I felt like having some fun.
You deserve that. You deserve to have some fun.
So that's why I called Robbie tonight.
Oh, I hope you don't mind.
I figured you called Andrew, so I called Robbie.
And?
He wasn't home, so I left a message.
What message? Repeat it exactly.
"Hi, this is Mary's sister Lucy. You remember me?"
- Go on. - Oh. Um...
Let's see. Oh, um:
"Just because you wanted to fool around with my sister,
and just because she didn't wanna fool around,
doesn't mean you're a totally bad guy.
- So call her." - You didn't.
Okay, I didn't.
So did you or didn't you?
I'm gonna clobber you if you called Robbie.
Why?
[SIGHS]
Because I realise he's not a good guy.
And I want a good guy.
And if eventually he becomes a good guy, that's great.
But in the meantime,
I'm gonna find someone who I want to be with
that won't get me in any trouble. I can't take being in trouble anymore.
I want out. I want the freedom of living a guilt-free life.
I didn't call him.
You're disappointed?
Well, I kind of wanted to call him back and make that speech to him.
[BABY BABBLING]
Sleep tight.
- Need any help? - Oh, no, I've got it. Thanks.
[MAKES KISSING SOUNDS]
Did you have a good time with Deena tonight?
Not really.
- Is everything okay between you two? - Oh, yeah, everything's okay.
It's just that I'm starting to realise that life is,
you know, a lot of hard work. And it would be a whole lot easier
if everyone would do the right thing in the first place.
None of us is capable of doing the right thing all the time.
Life's more complicated than that.
Yeah, I'm realising that too. When did life get so complicated?
Simple wouldn't be nearly as interesting.
You can make the numbers say anything you want in statistics.
The interesting thing is whether or not the statistic affects you.
Let's take, for example, the trial that your dad is with this week.
Does it matter that only one of all the thousands of people
that live in our area is a murder victim?
See, the numbers almost make one sound good.
But it's not good. One matters.
When you get into your medical studies
you'll find the books say that only one in X number of children
is affected by autism.
My son is one. Because he's affected, so is my wife and me.
A whole lot of other people.
As a doctor, the statistics may help with diagnosis,
or with finding a treatment.
But the statistic that is most important
is the one statistic you are working with.
Your patient.
If a medicine only helps one person in a hundred to live,
this could be the person.
This could be the person to live and to have a better life.
- You get it? - Yeah, I do.
It's a matter of what truth or whose truth is represented by the numbers.
Yes.
Madam forewoman,
- have you reached a verdict? - We have, Your Honour.
- How does the jury find? - We find the defendant guilty.
[PEOPLE MURMURING]
The defendant is remanded to custody pending sentencing.
The jury is now dismissed
with the thanks of this court for the service you provided.
[CHATTERING]