Runaway Jury Page #7

Now. I'm asking for an educated guess.

Maybe he just did it. I mean,

who wants jury duty? Nobody, right?

It's like going to the dentist.

It's worse than going to the dentist.

It's a municipal database

that nobody would ever wanna hack into.

The security protocol is weak,

so he'd put a name on the list...

I got it. I got it, Mr. Lamb. Thank you.

- Mr. Doyle?

- I'm on it.

Your Honor.

Good afternoon, Mr. Murphy.

- You own and operate Excalibur Guns.

- Yes, sir, I do.

Yes, and isn't Excalibur Guns

a retail outlet store

- for Vicksburg Firearms?

- Yes, sir.

Would you tell us about

your arrangement with a man,

Michael Kincaid, who illegally sold

this Performa 990 semiautomatic

to Kevin Peltier smack-dab

out of the trunk of his car?

- My arrangement?

- Yes, sir.

Well, Mikey... Mr. Kincaid

bought guns from my store...

At a rate of more than 25 guns a month,

didn't you ever wonder

who your friend Mikey was turning

around and selling these guns to?

- Well, that's none of my business.

- Oh, you mean it's not your problem.

- Now, hold on there. I didn't say that.

- Objection, Your Honor.

- The counsel is testifying.

- Sustained. Mr. Rohr...

Yo! Thanks a lot.

- Afternoon.

- Afternoon.

...your friend Michael Kincaid

Now, did you ever wonder why one man

would buy 112 guns

in a period of four months?

- A collector?

- A collector, sir?

semiautomatic assault weapons?

- I don't know.

- Come on, take a guess.

- Christmas presents?

- That's a guess.

Objection, Your Honor.

This is all speculation.

- Sustained.

- Did they send a field rep

- out to investigate?

- No, sir.

No, because they were very pleased

with your success, weren't they?

- Say again?

- Is it not true that Vicksburg Firearms,

instead of investigating the increasing

number of guns that were being sold

to one man, instead send you

and your wife on a trip to Jamaica.

- No.

- No?

My wife hates Jamaica.

We switched to Cancun.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Thank you, Mr. Rohr. We'll adjourn

today. Hold cross till tomorrow.

Release the jury 45 minutes early.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Oh, hi. Yeah, the landlord let me in.

He said some of the tenants had

been having trouble with the cable.

- Uh-huh.

- But, uh... I checked yours out and, uh...

Hey!

Whoa!

Hey!

...looks fine.

I don't think you have anything...

- What do we got, people?

- The drive's been erased twice over.

It's empty. But it's not zeroed out.

He may have been

more sloppy than he thought.

- Give me a few moments.

- Mr. Fitch.

Lamb, trace it.

Fitch here.

- You don't play nice.

- What are you talking about?

You broke into Nick Easter's apartment.

You freely assume it was me.

Oh, wouldn't you be

disappointed if I didn't?

I'm bumping a juror. One of yours.

This time it's just gonna be a pinprick.

Next time it's really gonna hurt.

Looks like somebody had themselves

a good time last night.

I woke up on my stove. Oh, man.

- You don't got any aspirin, do you?

- Uh-uh.

I think I can do a little bit better

than an aspirin.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hm. A little hair of the dog.

- Oh. Can you sweeten this up for me?

- Yeah, put it under the table.

You're an angel.

- No, let me pour it.

- I'll pour it.

Let me do it. Let me do it!

It's mine, sir.

I didn't take you for a day drinker,

Mr. Easter.

I'm usually not.

You still trying to get off my jury?

Is that it?

Your Honor, I took an oath

to do my level best, and I meant it.

Difficult as that is to believe, Mr. Easter,

it's even more difficult

to believe this is your liquor.

I might be wrong, but I don't think

that's your shade of lipstick.

Ms. Hullic?

And moving into Ms. Hullic's spot

will be first alternate Ms. Lydia Deets.

Ms. Deets... will you join

the jurors in the box, please?

Welcome to our jury. I trust you got

the same instructions

the rest of the jurors did.

- You ready to go?

- Yes, sir.

Very good. Well...

- Cell phone, untraceable.

- Marlee?

- I'd like your offer, Mr. Fitch.

- Not over the phone.

If you thought this whole thing

was gonna take place long-distance,

you're mistaken.

- You wanna lose another juror?

- Anybody can get a juror booted.

That doesn't show me

that you can deliver a verdict.

Hell, I could get Nick Easter canned

if I put five man-hours into it.

But you won't do that. You need him

to guarantee the jury swings your way.

So next time I call, have your offer ready.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this girl is an amateur.

You understand? A dilettante!

And I want this nonsense ended today!

I want you to find her!

I want you to contain her!

Because you're losing me my jury!

Now find something on every one of them!

Pull their files! Review every word,

every photo, every medical record. Do it!

- Who do we have?

- Rikki Coleman's boyfriend's name

is Neil Pollard. Mrs. Coleman broke it off

with him two months after the abortion.

- Who's gonna help Daddy?

- Me, me!

And there's no way she

would've cried on his shoulder about it.

Your husband looks a lot different

than your boyfriend with you at the clinic.

We'll be in touch.

Back up, back up!

About four months ago,

Mr. Weese began filling prescriptions

for the following drugs:

Crixivan, Epivir, and AZT.

Unbeknownst to his mother,

his employer, his church and his friends,

Mr. Weese is HIV-positive.

Get off me!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

- Get a little present for ya.

- Who are you?

- An NBA scout or something?

- This is gonna change your life.

- Yeah?

- We'll be in touch.

- Hey!

- Millie Dupree,

- married 18 years to Hoppy Dupree.

- Hey, Hoppy...

One of the city's

more unprincipled real estate agents.

OK. Nice meeting you.

As you know,

our Mr. Ringwald has set the bait.

You know, Mr. Ringwald, if anybody

can help you walk that land deal

through with the county, it'd be me.

Owens and Strode are about to

close the snare as we speak.

Is that convincing enough for you?

- Freeze! Nobody move! Get down!

- FBI!

Gentlemen, keep your hands on the table.

Hoppy Dupree, you're under arrest.

Hoppy Dupree,

you're in violation of federal code,

attempting to bribe a government official.

Mr. Kincaid, you wanna tell the court

just a little bit about your schooling?

Well, not a whole lot to tell. I mean,

I guess most people got a college degree,

and about the only thing I ever got

was the third degree.

I appreciate your sense of humor, but

let's try to stay a little more on the topic.

Stay more on Kyle Murphy

and his shop, Excalibur Guns.

All right.

Now, when you went over there

to get your shipment of guns,

did Kyle Murphy ever say to you,

"Sorry, we're out,"

or, "Now, why do you need 25

assault-style pistols in a month?"

- Did he ever say anything like that?

- No, he never said anything like that.

- He always had plenty of guns around.

- Gotcha. Thank you, Mr. Kincaid.

Your witness.

Mr. Kincaid, you were the one

who sold the gun used by Kevin Peltier

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