Runaway Jury Page #2

- Linguistics out of Rochester.

He missed his connecting flight

in Atlanta, but he'll be here by three.

- Who's our backup?

- Sir, he'll be here by three.

- Who is our backup?

- Levon Raines, out of Dallas.

All right. Call Mr. Broussard.

Tell him his service is no longer required.

- See what time Raines can be here.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Fitch.

I just want you to tell me

why I need a jury consultant.

Fitch's team will be scientifically

picking jurors predisposed in his favor

by using video surveillance,

wiretaps, psych profiles, graphology...

- Barry, where's my car?

- It's where you parked it.

All right, come on. We're going together.

Sir, I have a master's in psychology

from the University of Chicago.

I know handwriting analysis. I know

this stuff. I really do. Plus civics, OK?

Delores Kinnerly,

registered Democrat,

occupational therapist. Devout cat lover.

Yeah, look at the way she turns away

from the man walking his dog.

She's definitely self-conscious

about her weight.

Maybe she just hates dogs.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

Freeze that, Mr. Lamb.

We love fat women, people.

They're tight-fisted, unsympathetic.

I want her on my jury. Ladies and

gentlemen, let's find 11 more jurors

and three alternates just like her.

- Who's next?

- Jerry Fernandez, 40 years old.

Puerto Rican. Works for

a local moving company...

I got 35 years

of experience in courtrooms,

and my instincts for picking jurors

has served me quite nicely so far.

I wanna thank you for your time.

Mr. Rohr, I flew down here

on my own dime.

- Why?

- Because I... I...

Because I believe in...

I believe in this case!

- Why?

- I... I believe in a world without guns.

That's very sweet, but a little naive.

- 30 percent.

- I'm sorry. Excuse me?

you're hired, strictly probationary status.

You don't wanna check out my resum

Already did. It's impressive.

- OK, here's the thing.

- What've you got?

"The following

are automatically exempt... "

- I read through that stuff.

- "Not a resident of New Orleans Parish. "

That's not gonna work.

What am I gonna say?

- We have to be thorough.

- Russell, I'm gonna tell these people

- I'm just gonna pack up and leave?

- Number two...

What do you mean, pack up and leave?

I've seen your stuff.

- You ain't got nothing to pack.

- No, it's true. They own you.

But I'll tell you this. One thing

you can do:
Leave the country.

Why am I gonna leave the country?

- Uh, church convention.

- Sex change.

You're leaving because

you're becoming a woman.

Yeah. You got a goat farm...

This whole thing is a disaster

because I got my life, I got my work

and I got my training.

The Challenge. The Challenge.

- Ooh! Ooh! You can claim hardship.

- That's eight weeks away...

- Eight weeks and you're gone.

- I can't do it.

And you can't do it.

You've got the Challenge. You can't go.

All right, all right. Check this. "If you

have been convicted of a felony... "

- Have you been convicted of a felony?

- No.

You should commit a felony.

Just commit a crime.

- Are you serious?

- It doesn't have to be a bad crime.

- You're out. You're gone.

- I should commit a crime?

You're asking to get out of it,

are you not?

You registered to vote.

That's the problem.

If you register to vote,

then they got you in that jury pool.

We need to de-register him.

You know, one of these days, I'm gonna

get organized, throw half this stuff away.

Oh, what's that?

A Walther PPK. That's a nice piece.

That's the same gun James Bond uses.

You know that?

Really? Can't be too safe these days.

Walking on the streets all alone.

- Smooth, Maxine.

- Tell you what.

It's easier to find an honest firearm

these days than a good man.

- Ouch!

- You know how to use it?

Oh, my brother took me out

to the dump one time.

Mm-hm. You should let me take you

down to a firing range, really.

- Attaboy. Attaboy.

- Yeah, I'll show you how to shoot.

- I got a few ideas.

- I bet.

- Nice job, Maxine.

- Way to go.

Frank Herrera, Cuban, 43 years old.

Retired Marine sergeant.

Served tours in Panama and Grenada.

Twice divorced.

Now he makes his living

cleaning swimming pools.

Fair to say that he misses

his former position of authority.

I think Frank would make an excellent

jury foreman, don't you, Mr. Cable?

Well, I'm only lead counsel

for the defense, Mr. Fitch.

I don't pretend to know

very much about jury selection.

- Really?

- Really.

- Who's next?

- Next is Nicholas Easter.

in the Esplanade Mall.

- Who's it for?

- Oh, he's gonna love this.

Yeah. Now watch me

hit this lady in the head.

- See how her head explodes?

- It completely explodes!

You're not supposed to hit her.

You know, you hit the bad guys.

- I can try?

- Give it a shot, yeah.

OK. Show me how to hold it.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

I threw in this little, um, sniper game.

I thought he might like it.

Uh, I wrote down my phone number.

Oh, OK. So that's a local number.

You're here.

- Yeah, we're close. Perfect.

- Right on.

- I'm Maxine.

- I'm Nick Easter.

He calls himself a part-time student.

- Uh, Tulane? City college?

- Currently nowhere.

So he's lying. Where's he from?

Moved here eight months ago.

Trail's cold.

Just dropped out of the sky

like the Archangel Gabriel, huh?

You put him on a jury

with Sergeant Herrera,

he's gonna be doing dog tricks

inside five minutes.

Look, without reviewing

his questionnaire,

without a formal Q and A,

I don't think I can trust this.

Well, you're only lead counsel

for the defense, Mr. Cable.

You shouldn't pretend

to know very much about jury selection.

Nicholas Easter, he's an entertainer.

Wants to make everybody happy.

Not a bad way to go through life,

making everybody happy.

But in court, it's not that simple.

Somebody always loses.

Just not me.

He's a risk. Let's move on.

The case stems

from the shooting death

of New Orleans stockbroker

Jacob Wood two years ago.

Seating a panel won't be easy

in this highly watched,

politically charged trial

that begins with jury selection today.

On the defense, Vicksburg Firearms.

Attorneys will begin questioning

potential jurors today...

The gun industry

has never lost in the courts,

but this time, the man leading this fight,

attorney Wendall Rohr,

says it'll be different. He says this time,

the gun industry will pay.

- It's not sticking. I need the other tape.

- Ah, for pity's sake.

- You know what you're doing?

- You're good to go.

- Could I get your glasses, big guy?

- Perfect. Same prescription.

The frames, however,

will feel a little bit heavier. Put 'em on.

Right side of the table.

Keep it square. Keep it clear.

Mr. Cable. I'm gonna be

putting this behind your right ear.

- What is it?

- Well, it ain't Dramamine.

Right there. All set.

- You're done?

- I am.

Mr. Rohr.

- Can you smell that?

- 200-year-old mahogany.

Furniture polish,

cheap cologne and body odor.

Wendall.

How you doin'? I'm Nick.

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