The Juror Page #6

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I'm sorry that you hate me...

...because I do love you.

What the hell were you doing?

We got nothing.

The Teacher just never showed up.

- He knew something was going on.

- How?

- You figure it out. I'm going home.

- We're not done yet, Miss Laird.

If you want anything else out of me

tonight, arrest me.

Annie!

- Don't call me Annie.

- Miss Laird!

Who the hell is this?

Stop.

- Stop, I said!

- It's okay, I know her.

Mr. Boffano, I need to talk to you.

What can I do for you?

- Do you recognize me?

- Sure, you're the juror lady.

- What do you want?

- I have something to show you.

- You've got something for me?

- A gift.

I give you a gift and you

leave me and my family alone.

Of course. I would never

hurt your family nor you.

Swear it. Louie.

and I'll give you your gift.

- I'm not interested in your gift.

- Yes, you are.

Easy. She's got something

you've got to hear.

Come here.

Boffano doesn't have any friends.

He's a monster. He commands

some respect... but not for long.

My colleagues from Cali

are growing tired of him.

Did you enjoy that?

Would you like to hear more?

- When did you tape this?

- Yesterday, I wired myself.

Let me have it.

I swear, I'm out of your life.

Let me have it.

Don't waste any time.

- What are you doing here?

- Louie wants a meet.

- When?

- Today. Six o'clock.

Meetings are so risky.

Can't you just tell him to relax?

Yeah. sure...

No, he says it's important.

Why all this urgency?

It's about Annie.

He says he can't trust her.

He wants her taken out.

- Do you think he's right?

- Nobody gives a sh*t what I think.

You do seem to have developed

a certain fondness for her.

That's history.

This is business, right?

- Yeah.

- Fine. Six o'clock, right?

Normally they call him San Simon

and treat him with great respect.

But tomorrow they call him

by his real name: Judas.

They take him to that tree

and they hang him...

- What's wrong?

- When's she coming back?

- Dr. Boone.

- Just one second.

Oliver, she left you here

because she loves you, okay?

Go and have some fun.

I'll catch up with you.

I don't think

we have to worry about that.

- What's in the case?

- Open it up.

I'll get back to you.

Vincent, I'm glad you came.

What's this?

I want you to take your money back.

Things got a little complicated,

so the money's yours.

Let's walk. We need to talk.

More than ten years

we've been working together.

You know what? I know nothing

about what makes you tick.

In all those ten years,

I don't know nothing about you.

Until this juror woman...

This morning,

to my mother's grave, she comes...

- Annie came to see you?

- You've been saying ugly things.

She says you called me

a motherfucking monster.

It's on tape.

The woman you've gone soft over,

the love of your life...

She wants you dead. You said

you were gonna discard me.

Now look who gets discarded.

Get it done.

- Everybody said you were a genius.

- Take a look at your father.

You're f***ing crazy!

Bada-bing!

- Eddie?

- No, but he's right here.

I should be angry with you,

but I'm not.

I know this has been hard for you.

I did things

to protect you and Oliver.

You didn't grasp that.

You try to protect your child.

You take Oliver down to Guatemala.

And you try to destroy me.

But that is not going to happen.

Remember what I told you?

"Trust me, because if you betray me

Oliver will suffer!" Remember?

I begged you to believe me.

I can't trust you.

Mistrust and betrayal

are rooted in your character.

Oliver is going to die

in the morning.

There's no way to stop that.

We can only witness.

Enjoy your flight, Mr. Wordham.

- Here's my ticket.

- You've just missed this flight.

- My son is dying!

- I'm sorry.

There's another flight to Guatemala

via Houston. Gate 126.

- Are there no cars?

- No.

- Do you speak English?

- Yes, my name's Daniel.

Can I hire you?

- I'll give you a ride.

- It will be a long journey.

A car?

- I've got to have a car.

- We have no cars.

- It will be expensive.

- Here. Just get me there!

I'm looking for an American.

His name's Oliver.

Where is he?

Oliver?

What is this, a f***ing zoo?

Get back, Boone, right now.

Get Oliver out of here!

Annie, you really are astonishing.

You won over the jury.

Then you set me up with Boffano.

- Now you've chartered a plane.

- Yeah, with your money.

You're right, Annie.

You have to kill me.

I see that now.

It has to be that way.

If you shoot me...

...then you and I

will be bonded forever.

No, you won't!

Oliver...

Mom!

I love you.

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