The Juror

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Who are you?

Who is he?

God!

Shut up, Angela.

Let him do what he wants.

Go ahead.

No!

Grandpa!

Help me!

Please. don't kill me.

Okay, people. Please take your time

in answering this question.

Take a good look at Mr. Boffano.

Have you ever seen him before?

- No. sir. I haven't.

- Would you speak into the mike?

- No. sir. I haven't.

- Not on TV or in the newspapers?

- Do you read newspapers?

- When I have the time.

- How often is that?

- Never.

I'm a single mother

and I'm trying to be a sculptor.

I have a job

and a son to take care of.

I feel stupid saying I don't keep up

with the news. but I don't.

- You've not heard about this case?

- I have heard something.

My son said I might

get picked for the big mafia case.

I said, "What big mafia case?"

He said. "Louie Boffano."

"He's gonna be tried

for popping those guys."

I said. "Who's Louie Boffano?"

He said, "He's the big spaghetti."

Okay, people, enough.

This may be a lengthy trial

and you could be sequestered.

If you tell me this would prove

a hardship to you, I'll excuse you.

I could get someone to take care

of my son when I'm sequestered.

So you would like to serve?

Yes. I would.

The car's registered

to Annie Laird.

48 Seminary Lane,

Pharaoh, N.Y.

- Were you a star today?

- No. I was a zero kid.

Do you know where Jesse is

on Dragon Rider? The fifth dome.

I can't make the second dome

without Troll Slayer clobbering me.

- Maybe Nintendo's not your forte.

- It's Sega.

You should focus on something else,

like your homework.

You were a star

in county court today.

I told them you called Louie Boffano

the big spaghetti.

- You're on that case?

- If they take me.

She just picked up her kid.

We're going west on Ratner.

Thank you, Eddie.

Stay with her.

I'm gonna check out her place.

They killed the old godfather

and his grandson.

It made me start thinking about you.

I've told you about responsibility.

Okay! It wasn't such a good idea,

but it is a little bit exciting.

I need a little excitement.

- Eddie, what's going on?

- We're at some kind of church.

Maybe she's a religious freak.

I think we ought to let this one go.

- She's at work. Relax.

- Yeah. whatever.

Anything at all about the trial,

you have to cut it out.

- You don't read the paper.

- Whatever, just do it.

While the jury deliberates

you'll have to stay with Mrs. Kolodny.

- For how long?

- However long it takes.

Tell me you're kidding.

You go in, you come out,

and you say "guilty".

Say, "Fry the sucker!" How long

does that take? Six seconds?

End it:
"Sincerely, John Slivey,

Devotional Services, Inc."

Math... now!

GOD IS MALE:

She's walking towards the car

with her kid.

- What do you think of her?

- I don't think nothing.

- Do you think she's sexy?

- Come on, she's a mommy.

I think she's sexy and smart.

This isn't your average mommy.

- I think she's trouble.

- I think she's brilliant.

She makes sculptures

that you have to feel.

Get out of there.

She's coming your way.

They just turned into the driveway.

Get the f*** out of there.

They're at the front door.

Go out the back.

What the f*** are you doing?

They're going in the front door.

Get out the back.

Come on.

I'm hungry.

Is there anything to eat?

It's your duty to feed me.

I can't do it, I'm too busy...

beating your butt at Dragon Rider!

Turn on the machine.

and I'll call for pizza.

- Get it with sausage.

- Get out of my face.

- Sausage is good.

- I'd like to order a large pizza.

Use your axe! Turn around.

- Die, you sucker!

- Hit him again.

- Don't let him get away.

- I got him!

I did it. All right!

Chill out, Momba.

- He's right there.

- Don't get hit by the fist.

I'm gonna get him. You cannot run

from the wrath of Momba!

- Hey, Lainie. Is she here?

- Yeah, she's coming right out.

SOLD:

Mark Cordell. He's very polite,

but he can be intimidating.

He knows his sh*t. He does

Alice Aycock and Christy Rupp.

He collects for himself and friends.

and some big collectors.

- Like?

- Sato Makamoto. Bidi Karamora.

- My stuff's going to Japan?

- I don't know.

- You didn't ask him?

- Of course, but he gave me vague.

- And that was good enough for you?

- That, and a check for $24,000.

- Half of which is yours.

- God. do I need this.

Annie Laird?

Inez said you might drop by.

I bought some of your pieces.

I'm Mark Cordell.

- I've got a check in my bag.

- That's hardly what they're worth.

- How do you know me?

- Inez showed me your picture.

- Are my pieces going to Japan?

- That's likely.

- I'm not going to see them again?

- Not necessarily.

Do you have time for lunch?

I'm supposed to be upstate

by two o'clock for jury duty.

- I wouldn't want to make you late.

- Maybe just a quick bite.

- What was the first one?

- Let me see...

The very first.

When my parents split up, I stayed

with my grandmother. I hated it.

I made a model of a wild meadow.

I kept it under the bed.

Thorns were made out of staples.

A stream was made from tin foil.

I would reach under the bed...

I was afraid of the dark.

I would reach under and touch it

and dream I was there.

- And that's how you got started?

- Yeah. Were you afraid of the dark?

There wasn't much dark in my house.

We were a lot of kids.

I was the youngest.

It was a real madhouse. A zoo.

You want to know

where your pieces are going?

Do you know Japan? Contemporary art

is a sort of currency there.

It's value is so inconstant.

It's so attractively pliant.

Wait... I'm lost.

I'm not connecting the dots here.

We need to get your pieces traded.

Record some six-figure sales.

A review in Art Forum.

A place at the Basel Art Fair.

- But that's my job.

- Listen. Mr. Cordell...

- Please. call me Mark.

- Okay, Mark...

- May I call you Annie?

- My art is not a kind of currency!

What do you think I get out of this?

Money? I don't need to.

I earn a very good living...

Not now.

I do this so that artists like you

can go into your studios -

- and not worry whether or not

your children are being fed.

So that these idiots that control

the art world. these insects...

You don't have to bother with them.

You just do your work.

Hey, you guys, what do you think?

Pay up... Wear the black one.

You look sexy in it.

I don't want to look sexy.

I'm not wearing the black one.

- Don't be shy with this guy.

- I'm not shy.

- I'm private.

- You clam up.

- I just don't babble to men.

- Babble is an art.

First you pep up his ego.

Then you puncture his balloon.

Then you stroke his ego again.

You push him and you pull him...

Until you've got him dizzy

and falling at your feet.

When's the last time you slept?

You mean like closing my eyes for

a second while doing a tracheotomy?

I slept for a couple of hours

Monday night.

- Why aren't you at home in bed?

- I'm taking the kids to a movie.

How could I not come?

Today was the triumph of your life.

What?

You, you did it.

- What did I do?

- You sold three pieces.

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