Runaway Jury Page #12

for kids. I raised my girls here.

- Oh, really?

- I sure did.

This man's life was taken from him,

these other people were hurt and killed,

and the big-ass gun company

made it happen by flouting the law.

Come on, Loreen, where does it end, huh?

All these folks suing for profit.

What next? Have a heart attack,

sue McDonald's? Sue my grocery store

'cause you went in there

- and bought some pork chops...

- Go on!

...now you got clogged arteries?

- Oh, brother, you've been smoking.

Guess what? It is still our right to

keep and bear arms. Remember that.

Well, Mr. Fitch, are we

concluding our business today or not?

Could you hold

for just one minute, please?

One minute.

Doyle, give me something.

Well, I can't really talk

right now, sweetheart.

I met this nice lady and she's telling me

all about the neighborhood.

The jury has the case.

- There could be a verdict any second.

- I hear you, sweetheart.

I tell you what. I'll call you back

as soon as I get on the road, OK?

- Doyle.

- I love you, too. All right. Bye.

Word just in. Rohr's not paying. It's yours.

Marlee? Unhappy news, I hear.

Rohr has taken himself out of the game.

I thought maybe you might be inclined

to make a reduction in your selling price.

Look, Rankin, in 30 seconds

you're still gonna lose. Understand?

Now, do we have a deal or don't we?

We have a deal. I'm wiring the money.

Congratulations, Mr. Fitch.

You just bought yourself a verdict.

It's not our job to change the law.

It is our duty to serve it.

And the law says this guy Kevin Peltier

was responsible.

- Not the gun company.

- Right.

Yes, we as a people,

we are meant to serve the law,

but the law is also

meant to serve the people.

- That's right.

- I'm with you, Frank, all right?

Whoa, whoa. Ladies and gentlemen, whoa.

I think a preliminary vote here

would help us along

if nobody has anything new to say.

- Let's vote.

- I'd like to say something.

Couldn't be easy.

Hey, Frank, let him speak.

Well, I hope you like

lots of sugar in your iced tea.

- Oh, yes, ma'am, I surely do.

- Good.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Are these your daughters?

- Mm-hm.

Gabrielle and Margaret.

They were Irish twins.

You know, just one grade apart.

Mm-hm.

Forgive me.

It's still hard to talk about.

I'm sorry?

Well, it was bad enough losing Margaret,

but it's been so long

since I've spoken to Gabby,

I just feel like I've lost them both.

Well, um, what happened?

Uh, how did Margaret pass away?

You're not from around here.

You wouldn't know about the shooting.

I don't think this case is about guns.

I think this case is about the law,

and like Frank says,

it's about serving the law.

But guns are involved and I don't know

anybody in the room or in the world

- who doesn't feel strongly about guns...

- Oh, please.

- What's wrong, Frank?

- I can guess which way you lean.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You've had an agenda

the whole time you've been here.

- You got that right.

- You're the plaintiff's boy.

Hey, come on, Frank.

What are you saying?

- It's the truth.

- What are you saying?

- Let him speak.

- Well, what's the problem here?

They made a good product.

It worked. Case closed.

It's a little more complicated

than that, Frank.

A boy, James Pratt,

showed up at the high school

with some guns that he bought

off the street in Indianapolis

and he just started firing.

Yeah, I'm sorry the lady lost her husband.

I am, but that's life.

I mean, I know a lot of other people had

bad times, but they never sued anybody.

- Like who?

- Like buddies of mine. Lost their arms,

- their legs. Never got a thin dime.

- And they deserved better. You're right!

You bet I'm right. We're done here, Easter.

- Could we vote, please?

- That's not good enough.

- Let's vote.

- That's not good enough.

I wanna talk about the law.

I wanna talk about Celeste Wood.

I got a call from the school

and they said that something

had happened to Margaret.

That she had died.

- She doesn't deserve that money.

- Well, maybe she does,

maybe she doesn't.

But she deserves a few hours of our time.

- Can we vote, please?

- Yeah.

- Tell me why. Tell me why.

- I wanna vote.

Anybody else wanna vote?

Come on, I wanna vote.

- Tell me why.

- Well, I wanna vote.

- Does anyone else here...

- Let's vote.

- How does it work, Frank?

- Pipe down, Easter.

- Tell me why.

- We all got problems here, don't we?

- Amen.

- All of us. But we don't get paid for it.

- She suffered!

- Hell, I suffered.

I worked my ass off 12 years

of crummy jobs for sh*t pay!

I have never asked anybody for a handout.

- She's not asking for a handout.

- That is bullshit and you know it.

She was with Jeff.

That's Gabby's boyfriend.

He told me that my girl, she froze.

She just stood there. It took seconds.

Jeff just kept saying, "I couldn't

reach her. I couldn't pull her down. "

He always thought there was something

that he could have done.

So what are we gonna tell Celeste Wood?

I don't know. I don't know

what we're gonna tell her.

"Life isn't fair"? Write that on a postcard?

Is that the best we've got?

I'll tell you what else. That lawyer can

show me all the home movies he wants.

I deserve a hell of a lot more

for what I've been through

than that woman out there.

I mean, forget her!

- What about the law?

- F*** the law!

I don't care if the gun company

gave that guy an M-16

with his morning donut.

I'm not giving her a cent!

- That's bullshit, Frank. Bullshit.

- Who's with Frank?

Yes, I'd like to report a robbery

in progress at Mardi Gras Costumes,

Maybe some of you

are afraid or intimidated.

Maybe some of you

are just out for yourselves.

Frank is right about me.

I'm the worst offender here.

I made up my mind about this case

before I stepped through that door.

But this trial's not about me.

It's not about you.

Now we owe it to Celeste Wood

to sit in this room

and deliberate the facts of the case

for as long as it takes.

Now if you don't mind,

there's some testimony I'd like to review.

Mr. Fitch?

Yeah?

- Don't wire the money.

- What? What's going on?

- Where are you?!

- I'm in Gardner. Gardner, Indiana.

- It's a setup.

- Gardner.

- Get it open!

- Oh, sh*t. We got company.

Take the network down now.

OK, people, pack it up, tear it down.

Now. This is not a test.

Clear your drives, wipe the screens.

Let's go. Let's go. Box all photos and files.

No monitors. Leave the monitors.

Code four, people.

- Mr. Fitch?

- 30 seconds!

Mr. Fitch, we really need to go, sir.

Lamb, what the hell happened in Gardner?

Town sued the gun manufacturer,

town lost.

Town went bankrupt.

Fitch worked the case.

You got it? Fitch worked the case.

...to hear the jury's decision.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Would you hand it to the bailiff, please?

Thank you, Bailiff.

In the matter of

Celeste Wood v. Vicksburg Firearms,

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