12 Angry Men Lines-Foreman

Please--have some compassion.

Gentlemen, please, we have our job and our duty here.

Perhaps this is best.

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

No one.

He's still just as guilty, whether it's an easy vote or a hard vote.

Right. This better be fast. I've got tickets to for tonight. I must be the only guy in the world who hasn't seen it yet. Okay, your honor, start the show.

How about sitting down? The gentleman at the window. How about sitting down?

Yes, it is.

I have an uncle who's a tailor.

Mr. Foreman.

I heard you.

If we're going to discuss this case, why, let's discuss the facts.

I think that's a good point. We have a job to do. Let's do it.

Well yes, that's true.

I think we ought to get on with it now.

Let's call our votes out.

I vote yes, we're a hung jury. Two?

However, if he were dumb, then why did he make the kind of wound that an inexperienced man would make with a knife?

I'm not sure I understand.

Ask him to hire you. He's rich. Look at that suit!

Is it custom-tailored?

Now we're beginning to make sense in here.

It seems to be about nine guilty to three not guilty.

I think maybe we should try another vote. Mr. Foreman?

It's all right with me. Anybody who doesn't want to vote?

Oh no!

It's six to six.

We're wasting time.

It's your turn

You see - do you see?

Let's calm down now. It's your turn.

That's right. She saw the killing, didn't she?

Let's go in order.

Do you want me to time this too?

Let's hear him.

"we cant even agree on whether or not the window should be open!"

Let's make it a majority vote. The majority wins.

Now you listen to me--

Let's try to keep this organized, gentlemen.

The doubt is there, in my mind.

Maybe we should vote.

Cough drop?

No thank you.

Is anything wrong, gentlemen? I heard some noise.

No. There's nothing wrong. You cant take that

How does he do?

Not too well. Y'know, a friend of his, that's a friend of my uncle, the tailor-well-this friend wanted to be on this jury in my place.

So you change your vote. If that isn't the most sickening--

Now hold it.

I can understand this sensitivity.

Now let's stop the bickering.

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

Now take it easy.

"I used to play in a backyard that was filled with garbage. Maybe it still smells on me.

Now, let's be reasonable. There's nothing personal---

I've got a good mind to walk around this table and belt him one!

Now, please. I don't want any fights in here.

I want another vote.

Okay, there's another vote called for. I guess the quickest way is a show of hands. Anybody object? All right. All those voting not guilty raise your hands. Nine. All those voting guilty. Three. The vote is nine to three in favor of acquittal.

That was easy.

Okay. All those voting guilty raise your hands. Eight-nine-ten-eleven- that's eleven for guilty. Okay. Not guilty?

Hey, you're in left field!

Okay. Eleven to one. Eleven guilty, one not guilty. Now we know where we stand.

That's six.

Please. Six guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Not guilty. Guilty.

Look at it! It's the same knife!

Quiet! Let's be quiet.

If seven or more of us vote yes, that we are a hung jury, then we take it to the judge and tell him that we are a hung jury.

Right. And if seven or more us of vote no, that means we aren't a hung jury, and we go on discussing it.

Okay - let's start it off.

Right. We'll start with you.

Thank you.

Shall we get back to the case?

Why don't we take it to the judge and let the kid take his chances with twelve other guys.

Six to six. I don't think we'll ever agree--on anything.

Very fair.

Supposing we go once around the table.

I have an idea here. I'm just thinking out loud now, but it seems to me here that it's up to us to convince this gentleman that we're right and he's wrong. Maybe if we each talk for a minute or two. You know--try it on for size.

That sounds fair enough.

"I want an open ballot. Let's call out our votes. I want to know who stands where."

That sounds fair. Anyone object? All right. I'll call off your jury numbers. I vote guilty. Number two?

Okay. Let's do it.

That sounds fair. Is everyone agreed?

You mean vote yes, we are a hung jury, or no, we are not a hung jury.

That's just what I was thinking of.

This. An el train passes a given point in ten seconds. That given point is the window of the room in which the killing took place. You can almost reach out of the window of that room and touch the el. Right?

That's right. I tried it.

Is this what you wanted?

That's right. Thank you.

I'll pass it.

That's your privilege. How about you?

Look, this is absolutely insane. What makes you think you can do this?

We can't stop him.

This is right.

We reconstructed the old man getting out of bed and going to the door, and we timed that; now let's reconstruct the actual crime.

They aren't going to like this.

Well, figure this is our duty.

Sure, that's my job.

You want this?

We know he bought a switch knife that night and we don't know where he really was. At the movies?

Earlier that night the kid and his father did have a fight.

We're trying to make it clear. One doesn't talk about quality when murder is involved. Well, let's do it.

About this on the fingerprints--the kid wiped the fingerprints off the knife. Well, what about the doorknob? If I saw a man coming into my home, a man that hated me, and if we was wiping the doorknob with a handkerchief as he came in, it would give me an uneasy feeling. So the doorknob must have been wiped after the killing, and this too, would take some time.

I had one last year, while I was on vacation, too.

All right, gentlemen. Let's take seats.

I hope we have.

All right. Is there anything else?

That's what I want.

All right. Let's stop the arguing. Who's got something constructive to say?

That's if we disagree - but this is open and shut. Let's get it done.

All right. Now--you gentlemen can handle this any way you want to. I mean, I'm not gong to make any rules. If we want to discuss it first and then vote, that's one way. Or we can vote right now and see how we stand.

Why didn't you let him? I would have done anything to miss this.

And get caught or something? Y'know what kind of a fine you could pay for anything like that? Anyway, this friend of my uncle's was on a jury once, about ten years ago--a case just like this one.

Then he called the police. They found the father with a knife in his chest.

And the coroner fixed the time of death at around midnight.

All right. Let us vote.

Anybody doesn't want to vote?

Well, it doesn't exactly prove anything. It's just part of the picture. I didn't say it proved anything.

Anything else?

Anything to end this.

Are we agreed then? Seven or more vote yes and we take it to the judge.

I still want to know. Vote on what?

Are we or aren't we a hung jury?

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

Are you sure?

Anybody want a cough drop?

Come on. Let's get on with it.

Fifteen seconds after he heard the body fall.

Correct.

You're alone.

Eleven votes, not guilty; one, guilty.

He may have been a little bit off on the speed that the old cripple moved at-but twenty-four seconds off...well, now, you know...

Far be it from em to call anyone a liar, and even allowing for quite a a difference in speed between the old man and you... Why, still, there's quite a----

Let me tell you why that kid's a--

The man wants to talk.

Yes I'm sure.

The vote is nine to three in favor of guilty.

I'll tell you something. The crime is being committed right in this room.

The vote is six to six.

I went along with the majority vote on this question. And I didn't agree with voting that way, not really, and I still don't. So I'm changing my vote. I say no, we are not a hung jury. I believe that the boy is guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. There are some things I want to find out from these gentelemen that changed their minds.

Then we aren't a hung jury--so we go on.

So what happened?

They let him off. Reasonable doubt. And do y'know, about eight years later they found out he'd actually done it anyway. A guilty man--a murderer--was turned loose in the streets.

What do they think we are, crooks?

They lock us up for a while...