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- The downward angle of it, you know? - Don't start with that again.

Robert. I vote "Not Gulty"

- What are we gonna do, play charades? - What are we waiting for?

He came back home... at three o'clock or so,

- Perhaps you'd like to pull the switch. - For this kid, you bet I would.

Just... whoosh! You know, right down.

- Buddy, you're in my seat. - Oh, excuse me.

- What do you do? - I'm a watchmaker.

But those two witnesses were the entire case for the prosecution.

No, sir. They get drunk. They're real big drinkers, all of 'em.

Well, if you want me to tell you how I feel about it, it's all right with me.

There's something else I'd like to talk about for a minute. Thanks.

and recognised the boy's face.

I don't see what you're going to prove. The man said he saw the boy running out.

It's as plain as the nose on your face. So why don't we stop wastin' our time here?

- Baltimore, please. - He was court-appointed.

Maybe this is an idea. It seems to me that it's up to us to convince this gentleman

I forgot to tell you. I'm the assistant head coach at Andrew J McCorkle High School.

You're wastin' your time. You ought to wrap it up.

At 10 minutes after 12 on the night of the killing, he heard loud noises.

a reasonable doubt-then you must bring me a verdict of not guilty.

I saw it. I was so embarrassed, I almost threw up.

You don't really mean you'll kill me, do you?

First: The old man in the apartment downstairs.

She had those same marks. She kept rubbing them in court.

- You know what I mean? - I don't think you have any right to...

He stabbed his own father four inches into the chest.

Frankly, I don't see how you can vote for acquittal.

- I don't know. Ten, twelve seconds? - A pretty good guess. Anyone else?

and see directly into the boy's room across the street.

But what are you wastin' our time for?

- You think it's funny? - Forget it, fella. It's unimportant.

If we're gonna wade through that nonsense about the body...

Listen. I... I was wonderin' if...

A guy who talks like that to an old man really oughta get stepped on.

All right. I'm changing my vote.

Anyone who's ever used one wouldn't handle it any other way.

- They've been over it and over it. - I know, but I don't go along with it.

- It's not possible? - No, it's not possible.

What point are you makin'?

I... didn't mean to get nasty.

- What are you people talkin' about? - It stands to reason he couldn't have.

The coroner fixed the time of death around midnight.

- I guess we talk. - Boy, oh boy!

Here's a woman who's lying in bed. She can't sleep. She's dyin' with the heat.

Asking grown-up people to believe that kind of jazz.

Oh, look. Will you look at the time? Come on.

These people are dangerous.

We can start with a five-minute break. One gentleman is in the bathroom.

Now, these are facts. You can't refute facts.

He said he got to his own door in, at most, 15 seconds. If the killer ran immediately...

Boy, that's better.

He lived for a year and a half in an orphanage

They'll get a chance to talk. Be quiet a second, will ya?

- Maybe. - You know, you do-gooders are all alike.

After all, it was the middle of the night. He figured it'd be found the next day.

Now, why were you rubbing your nose like that?

You can talk till your tongue is draggin' on the floor. The boy is guilty.

You go ahead. You say anything you like.

Nobody's blaming 'em. That's the way they are by nature.

According to the testimony, the boy looks guilty. Maybe he is.

You, you're the leader of the cause. What about it?

- Facts determine the case. - Don't give me that!

Listen, will you come on already with the optometrist bit?

Well, the vote's nine to three in favour of acquittal.

Since the woman saw the killing through the last two cars,

Take a look at this knife.

There's no point in getting nasty. You keep trying to turn this into a contest.

All these picky little points you keep bringing up, they don't mean nothing!

- No. - OK. How about you?

Well, you said we could throw out all the other evidence.

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From glasses, right? She didn't wanna wear 'em out of the house

The lights went off. She didn't have time to put them on.

Glad you're not one of those who lets these emotional appeals influence him.

No one had to think about it twice except you.