Jury Duty Page #6

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of a killer perfectly.

How is that, Sarah? Huh?

Because he dresses

differently?

Because he doesn't

look like you guys?

Because he can't

hold down a job?

Now, wait a minute, now.

Wait a minute.

You didn't sleep with

my girlfriend, did you?

(SIGHS) No.

Monica, how much did the

steer shack manager weigh?

Uh, 180 pounds. Why?

Would you mind participating

in a little legal experiment?

Conducted by you,

Mr. Collins?

Not at all. In fact,

I'm rather curious.

(CLEARING THROAT)

(BUZZING)

(CRIES)

(GASPS)

Jorge, you're about

the so-called killer's

weight and height.

Pick Beasely up

and throw him

on the table.

Okay, no problem.

Come on, try it.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hernia.

Rose, you want

to give it a try?

Uh, sure.

Wait. What is your point?

What's my point?

I think it's obvious.

How much did

Carl Wayne Bishop weigh?

130 pounds.

He could

never have lifted

the steer shack manager.

Oh, that's ridiculous!

Why is this so difficult

to understand?

Because for the first time

there's reason to suspect

that Carl Wayne Bishop

is telling the truth.

That he was set up?

Exactly!

That's preposterous!

You guys,

we're talking about

a human being's

life here. Hello?

Head, shoulders, knees

and toes, knees and toes

The whole thing!

The least we owe him,

is to sleep on it

just one more night, okay?

(ALL SIGHING)

We what?

(ALL CHATTERING)

I say we give him

a chance.

We've come this far.

Listen, I'll make you

guys a deal.

If, by tomorrow,

you guys still feel

Bishop is the killer,

I'll come in,

I'll vote guilty

with the rest of yas.

Well...

(ALL MURMURING)

All right, all right!

Tomorrow!

Thanks.

Stop the bus!

Open the doors!

Open the doors!

I think I see something.

BEASELY:
Collins!

Mr. Collins,

back to your seat!

Yeah, come on, kid,

give it up!

Come on, let's go!

Bishop says he was

knocked out, right?

Right.

Clearly, if the

killer knocked out all his

victims with the stun gun...

Then he would've done

the same thing to Bishop.

Right. And considering

the stun gun markings

were on the neck

and the shoulders...

It's logical to assume

that Bishop would have

a similar mark.

Behold.

Ah!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

How do we know that the

marks are from a stun gun?

Yes.

Simple.

Wait, wait. Stop that.

(MURMURING)

How do we know

he didn't have

those marks forever?

Come here.

Don't touch me, please!

Look!

I don't see any stun gun

markings here, do you?

(SIGHING)

Come on, Frank, we can save

an innocent man's life here.

Seems logical.

(ALL AGREEING)

Tom is right.

If I believe,

others will believe, sir?

"A" plus, Mr. Collins.

Thank you, sir.

And, as my good friend

Ray would say,

"Ain't nothing sweeter

than a catfish

"doing the backstroke

"at the shallow end

of the kiddie pool."

Hey, Ray!

Yo, bro.

BOTH:
Not guilty!

(ALL CHEERING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You and me, amigo,

courtside, tomorrow.

No, no, no, chico.

No more court for

me, please!

Laker tickets. Laker!

(LAUGHING)

Laker girls!

Hey, Frank.

No hard feelings?

It's fine.

Maybe we'll get together

one day and recycle.

Fine.

HARRY:
A toast!

(ALL CHATTERING)

To our jury foreman!

Hit it, Rose.

For he's

a jolly good foreman

For he's

a jolly good foreman

For he's

a jolly good foreman

Which nobody can deny

(LAUGHING)

ROSE:
I knew it.

(RATTLING)

(WHIMPERING)

Ohh!

Hi, cutie.

You poor thing.

Who do you belong to?

(BARKS)

Where are you going?

Hey! Hey!

Puppy, where are you going?

Puppy!

Puppy! Ooh!

(BELL DINGS)

Puppy!

(GRUNTS)

MONICA:

Puppy! Puppy!

Puppy, where are you?

Puppy!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(WHIMPERS)

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

Peanut.

(PANTING)

Puppy!

(MOANING)

Peanut, where have you been?

Ah, Peanut,

where have you been, boy?

What is going on here?

So, this is what

it was all about?

This is why

we went on and on?

Huh?

It was why.

(SIGHS)

I've changed.

I was checking out

of here tonight. Honest.

With your little

circus act?

So, this whole thing

had nothing to do

with justice,

did it?

The only man's life

you cared about was

your own.

I feel so stupid.

You're no hero.

You're just a fraud.

Monica, no, you don't...

Number 2, where...

(SIGHS)

Oh!

Isn't this rich?

What's going on here,

Number 6?

It saddens me,

it disappoints me,

that an individual

has wasted a lot of

your and my valuable time.

He has been

exposed to biased

and censored material.

He has left me little choice

but to declare

a mistrial!

(MOANING)

(BANGS GAVEL)

(CRYING)

Shut up.

The jury is dismissed.

A new hearing will be set

at a later date.

(BANGING GAVEL)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(GROANING)

MALE ANNOUNCER:

What better way

to make kids feel safe

than with this

Carl Wayne Bishop nightlight?

FEMALE ANNOUNCER:

That's right, Jack,

watch this.

(LAUGHING)

There are only 72

of these beauties left.

And our special price is...

You're a hero.

You saved a man's life.

If only a handful

of people in this world

had your conviction,

we'd be a lot better off.

And I mean that.

(SHRIEKS)

Get up, let's go.

(GRUNTING)

Wake up, Tommy, wake up.

Why?

We're going mining, son.

What you need is some

old-fashioned therapy.

Come on!

(COUGHING)

I think

I've had enough therapy

for one day, Jed.

Why do people throw

this stuff away?

I mean,

it lasts forever!

I'm telling you, Tommy,

these psycho environmentalists

have got it all

ass-backwards.

Right.

Right!

Those psycho

environmentalists!

Now you're getting

the hang of it.

You're a genius, Jed!

Huh?

Hey, come here!

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go save

an innocent man's

life, Jed!

Bye.

Hey, Columbo,

get back here!

Come back here

with my truck,

you little sh*t!

Don't leave me out here

in this damn dump by myself!

(RINGING)

Hello?

TOMMY:
Monica!

You?

I figured it out.

It's not about

a disgruntled employee

being fired.

It's about non-recyclables!

Non-recyclables?

You're starting

to sound like Frank.

I don't have time for you

or your silly ideas.

I'm late for work.

Oh, great!

Great, great, great!

(BARKS)

Frank! Frank!

Mr. CFC himself!

He'll know about

this stuff.

Look up Frank.

He's an environmentalist!

(BARKS)

Gotta call Frank.

(MUTTERING)

(WHINING)

(BARKS)

Oh, hey! How are you?

Hey, how was jury duty?

Thanks for volunteering

for me. Hawaii was great.

Look at the tan.

Check it out.

Anytime you want

to make that trade,

I'm your guy.

I'm up for that.

(BUZZING)

Anytime, Frank.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Oh, Frank, thank God

you're here.

We need to talk.

What are you doing?

I figured it out.

I did a little

Holmes and Watson,

and I know why

the killer's been killing.

Why?

Three words, Frank,

non-recy-clables!

He hasn't been killing

because he's been fired!

No, no, no, no.

He was pissed

because these places are

still using non-recyclables.

He's one

of you guys, Frank.

Hello? Bingo!

Chi-ching, chi-ching.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You okay, Frank?

Fine.

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