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12TH JUROR: Anyway, I was telling you—in the agency, when they reach a point like this in a meeting, there’s always some character ready with an idea. And it kills me, I mean it’s the weirdest thing sometimes the way they precede the idea with some kind of phrase. Like—oh, some account exec’ll say, “Here’s an idea. Let’s run it up the flagpole and see if anyone salutes it,” or “Put it on a bus and see if it gets off at Wall Street.” I mean, it’s idiotic, but it’s funny.
The 8TH JUROR goes to the coat rack hangs his jacket on a hook.
The 5TH JUROR crosses away from the 3RD JUROR without answering. The 7TH JUROR enters from the washroom, drying her hands on a paper towel. She and the 8TH juror converge on the water cooler.
7TH JUROR [to the 8TH JUROR, while pouring a drink]: Say, are you a salesman?
8TH JUROR: I’m an architect.
7TH JUROR: [Stepping aside to give the 8TH JUROR access to the water cooler] You know what the soft sell is? You’re pretty good at it. I’ll tell ya. My old man’s got a different technique.
Jokes. Drinks. Knock the customers’ socks right off. He made twenty-seven thousand last year selling marmalade. Not bad, right? Considering marmalade. [She watches the 8TH JUROR for a moment.] What are ya getting out of it—kicks? The boy is guilty, pal. So let’s go home before we get sore throats.
8TH JUROR: What’s the difference whether you get one here or at the ball game?
The 6TH JUROR enters from the washroom, moves over to the watercooler.
6TH JUROR [to the 8TH JUROR]: Nice bunch of folks.
8TH JUROR: I guess they’re the same as any.
6TH JUROR: [Begins to pour herself a drink] That loud, heavyset guy, the one who was tellin’ us about his kid—the way he was talking—boy, that was an embarrassing thing. I didn’t know where to look.
8TH JUROR: Yeah.
6TH JUROR: What a murderous day. You think we’ll be here much longer?
8TH JUROR: I don’t know.
6TH JUROR: He’s guilty for sure. There’s not a doubt in the whole world. We shoulda been done already. Listen, I don’t care, y’know. It beats workin’.
The 8TH JUROR smiles.
You think he’s innocent?
8TH JUROR: I don’t know. It’s possible.
6TH JUROR: I don’t know you, but I’m bettin’ you’ve never been wronger in your life. Y’oughta wrap it up. You’re wastin’ your time.
8TH JUROR: Suppose you were the one on trial?
6TH JUROR: I’m not used to supposing. I’m just a blue-collar girl. My bosses do the supposing. But I’ll try one. Suppose you talk us all outa this and the kid really did knife his father?
The 6TH JUROR looks at the 8TH JUROR for a moment, then turns and walks back to the table.
The 8TH JUROR stands alone for a few moments and we know that this is the problem that has been tormenting him. He does not know, and never will. He drops his paper cup in the waste basket, and turns back to the table.
6TH JUROR: Well. I was going to say, well, this is probably a small point, but anyway. . . [To the 8TH JUROR.] The boy had a motive for the killing. You know, the beatings and all. So if he didn’t do it, who did? Who else had the motive? That’s my point. I mean, nobody goes out and kills someone without a motive, not unless he’s just plain nuts. Right?
8TH JUROR: As far as I know, we’re supposed to decide whether or not the boy on trial is guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. We’re not concerned with anyone else’s motives here. That’s a job for the police.
4TH JUROR [to the 8TH JUROR]: Well, maybe you can answer me. Who else might
have killed the father?
8TH JUROR: Well, I don’t know. The father wasn’t exactly a model citizen. The boy’s lawyer outlined his background in his closing statement. He was in prison once. He was known to be a compulsive gambler and a pretty consistent loser. He spent a lot of time in neighborhood bars and he’d get into fistfights sometimes after a couple of drinks. Usually over a woman. He was a tough, cruel, primitive kind of man who never held a job for more than six months in his life. So here are a few possibilities. He could have been murdered by one of many men he served time with in prison. By a book maker. By a man he’d beaten up. By a woman he’d picked up. By any one of the people he was known to hang out with.
10TH JUROR: Boy-oh-boy, that’s the biggest load of slop I ever . . . Listen, we know the father was a bum. So what has that got to do with anything?
8TH JUROR: I didn’t bring it up. I was asked who else might have killed him. I gave my answer.
3RD JUROR: Look, suppose you answer this for me. The old man who lived downstairs heard the kid yell out, “I’m going to kill you.” A split second later he heard a body hit the floor. Then he saw the kid run out of the house. Now what does all that mean to you?
8TH JUROR: I was wondering how clearly the old man could have heard the boy’s voice through the ceiling.
3RD JUROR: He didn’t hear it through the ceiling. His window was open and so was the window upstairs. It was a hot night, remember?
8TH JUROR: The voice came from another apartment. It’s not easy to identify a voice, especially a shouting voice.
FOREMAN: He identified it in court. He picked the boy’s voice out of five other voices, blindfolded.
8TH JUROR: That was just an ambitious district attorney putting on a show. Look, the old man knows the boy’s voice very well. They’ve lived in the same house for years. But to identify it positively from the apartment downstairs . . . Isn’t it possible he was wrong—that maybe he thought the boy was upstairs and automatically decided that the voice he heard was the boy’s voice?
12TH JUROR: Check. And don’t forget the woman across the street. She looked right into the open window and saw the boy stab his father. I mean, isn’t that enough for you?
8TH JUROR: Not right now. No, it isn’t.
4TH JUROR: The woman saw the killing through the windows of a moving elevated train. The train had six cars and she saw it through the windows of the last two cars. She remembered the most insignificant details. I don’t see how you can argue with that.
3RD JUROR [to the 8TH JUROR]: Well, what have you got to say about it?
8TH JUROR: I don’t know. It doesn’t sound right to me.
The 12TH JUROR hands the pencil to the 3RD JUROR, who starts to draw what is
obviously a tic-tac-toe pattern on the pad.
8TH JUROR: I wonder if anybody has any idea how long it takes an elevated train . . .
The 8TH JUROR sees the 3RD JUROR and the 12TH JUROR playing tic-tac-toe,
snatches up the pad, tears off the top sheet, crumples it and drops it in the wastebasket.
3RD JUROR: Wait a minute!
8TH JUROR: This isn’t a game.
6TH JUROR: OK, noisy. He apologizes. Now let’s hear what the man has to say.
8TH JUROR: Thank you. I wonder if anybody has an idea how long it takes an elevated train going at medium speed to pass a given point?
7TH JUROR: What has that got to do with anything?
8TH JUROR: How long? Take a guess.
4TH JUROR: I wouldn’t have the slightest idea.
8TH JUROR: [to the 5TH JUROR]: What do you think?
3RD JUROR: What’s all this for?
8TH JUROR: I’d say that was a fair guess. Anyone else?
10TH JUROR: Come on, what’s the guessing game for?
8TH JUROR [to the 2ND JUROR]: What would you say?