Runaway Jury

New Orleans,

good morning. It's Rob Ryan in with you.

Coming up, tickets for the big

Voodoo Fest coming to town...

...Ponchartrain,

to the banks of the Mississippi,

from Baton Rouge to Bayou Boutin,

this is Hooks

checking your news headlines.

Good day to be in New Orleans...

How's the birthday boy? Huh?

- And this is for Mommy.

- Thank you, sweetheart.

Look at Grandpa.

Look at Grandpa. Say hi.

- You wanna open a present?

- Yeah!

- Good morning, Mr. Wood.

- Morning, Katie.

- Paper.

- Oh.

- Thank you. How was your weekend?

- Great. How was yours?

- Very nice.

- Good.

- How are the kids?

- Great.

Oh, sh...

Henry!

Jacob.

- Ted. Morning.

- It's happening.

- What? What's happening?

- Does your car have a radio?

Greenspan's speech

was delayed after the FOMC meeting.

Rumor is he's sick,

and my screen looks like

the end of the world

is factored into prices.

Let's have everyone in

the conference room in ten minutes.

Deborah, I need you for five minutes.

Ted, it's Monday, buddy.

There'll be a Tuesday.

OK,

you have a conference call

about the anti-trust approvals

with Hallory at 11.

Close the door, please.

- So, how did Henry's party go?

- Terrific. He had a great time.

Good.

- I-I have a problem.

- OK. What is it?

He taught me a song for his birthday,

and I have to sing it for him

tonight at bedtime, and I can't think,

for the life of me, what it is.

OK, OK. Just, you know, sing me a little

and we'll figure it out together.

Whoo!

What the hell is this?

Call 911!

- 911.

- Yes, I wanna report a shooting.

- Get behind the desk.

- What?

- Get behind the desk and stay there!

- Ma'am?

Uh, the Laurel-Morgan Building.

- Third floor, Pete Murray and Colfax.

- How many are injured, ma'am?

- Ma'am?

- I don't know.

I don't know how many...

No, you gotta stay with me! God!

- Quiet...

- They put me on hold.

- Hello?

- Oh, sh*t.

- Deborah. Deborah, calm down.

- Can you see anything?

- It's gonna be fine. I promise.

- Hello?

Hello? Come on...

Come on.

Please send somebody.

Somebody pick up.

Please pick up.

- Good morning, Mr. Pulaski.

- Morning, Nick.

- Do you need some help with that?

- Ah, bilge ring keeps crappin' out,

blocking up the damn pump.

I got it now, Nick.

Last time, you nearly took out

every sink in the quarter, you know.

Hey, that was those kids messing

with the water main.

You know, you should

really quit those things.

What for?

Christmas comes a little early this year.

Ah, there's our boy.

So, what do you say?

Does he stop in for coffee and a cruller?

- Ah, let's give him a cruller.

- Oh, bingo! We have a winner.

I can smell

the fried dough over here.

And... Ah, there he is.

Breakfast of champions, right there.

Oh, and we're losing him.

I'll take just a couple more.

Say good-bye to Mr. Nicholas Easter.

Who's next on the hit parade?

- Hi.

- Bonjour.

- Can I look at that candle?

- C'est la?

No, I'm sorry. The red one.

It's just to the left of that scary pentacle

and the jar of bloodroot.

Right there?

Oh!

Oh, thank you. What did you say?

She's Cajun. I told her that

you wanted the St. Nicholas candle.

- Right? Is that what you wanted?

- Yeah, that's the one I was pointing to.

Now, what happened right there?

What did she say?

She said you're a nice-looking boy,

but she doesn't trust you.

She didn't say that, did she?

You know what it is?

Jury duty. Got a summons in the mail.

Just trying to pray my way out of it.

- Where's your sense of civic duty?

- Um, I flunked civics.

- Oh.

- Do you have any other tips?

I would go with the St. Catherine candle.

- What did she do?

- She's the patron saint

of unmarried women and... jurors.

- Really?

- Really.

That's not what that candle really is,

is it?

This your first time in New Orleans?

No, no. I've been here

a number of times.

Hm. I had you pegged as a first-timer.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

- How's your mother?

- Excuse me?

- Is she feeling better?

- How do you know about my mother?

She was in the hospital, but now

you're taking care of her at home.

She had a stroke.

Your wife wants you

to put her in a home,

but you're feeling guilty about that.

You've checked out a few of them,

and it doesn't feel like

the Christian thing to do.

My advice:
Reconsider the home.

Better an unhappy mother

than an unfriendly wife.

I'm up here on the right.

The same thing with guns

and Vicksburg Firearms.

The only thing that's gonna win the case

for us is because for the first time,

we got a gun company ex-executive who's

gonna go up against his former employer

and, with good conscience,

he's gonna testify for us.

I promised Celeste

that I would win it for her

and all the other victims

that died that day.

You're gonna make history, Celeste.

We're gonna make history together.

Thank you for your courage.

Barry, we got

the Strickland SUV case at noon,

and, Celeste, I'm gonna see you

and your son at Arnaud's at six...

- Just as long as we don't talk about...

- Nothing about the case.

This is dinner with you and Henry.

Barry, you got time to see her to her car?

- Absolutely.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Rohr.

- Yeah?

Lawrence Green. Lindus Hostetler.

- Ah, Hostetler.

- We... Yeah.

- Yes, jury consultants, New York City.

- Philadelphia.

I wanna thank you for agreeing

to meet with me, sir. Thank you.

I just want you to guess

how many phone calls and letters

I get from expert jury consultants

such as yourself.

- I can imagine, sir.

- Go on, take a guess.

Well, I appreciate that

you invited me down here, sir.

Well, this is more important now.

Which one?

- I'm sorry?

- Well, I'm off to court.

This is the striped, non-striped.

Striped, non-striped.

Go... I would go with the striped one, sir.

It matches your jacket.

And you have a striped one

because you're from New York City.

Philadelphia, sir.

I think we're gonna go with

the non-striped one, Phyllis.

You know, as a clever jury consultant,

you should know that jurors down here

don't trust a lawyer

- who's too nattily turned out. Huh?

- It's...

- How familiar are you with my case?

- Very, sir.

- You think it's a strong case?

- Yes, sir.

- Ooh. Do you think it's a winning case?

- People don't win gun cases, Mr. Rohr.

I think I can help you with that, sir.

There's gotta be

another commuter flight.

Have you tried one

in Richmond or Atlanta?

I gotta call you back. He's here.

You represent the widow of a man

shot by a Vicksburg Firearms gun.

That gun company's finding out

things about prospective jurors

their husbands and their wives

don't even know.

- Is that right?

- Yeah. And the word is,

the defense has retained Rankin Fitch

as their lead jury consultant.

- Rankin Fitch?

- You don't...

No, I know who he is.

Mr. Fitch, how was your flight?

Fine. Are we up and running,

Miss Monroe?

We are. Kaufman's inside with Birk

and the kid from MIT, Lamb, he's here, too.

- What about Broussard, Forensic...

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