The Dead Zone s01e07 Episode Script
Enemy Mind
I had the perfect life until|I was in a coma for six years.
And then I woke up|and found my fiancée married to another man.
My son doesn't know|who I am.
Everything has changed including me.
One touch,|and I can see things things that happened,|things that will happen.
You should see|what I see.
Jeez.
I didn't know I was going|fast enough to get pulled over.
Believe me, you ain't.
Come on, man,|I'm smoking here.
Look at me.
Smoking? Okay, the Summer Olympics|are out.
Uh-huh, yeah.
I wonder what|it'll be today.
Another rubber rattlesnake? - Or maybe a live one.
|- I could settle for snakes.
It's the little bubble-wrapped|offerings that creep me out.
"Could you touch|this little chew toy and help save|my Kathy's poodle?" You're in luck,|no bubble wrap.
Bill, bill credit card.
Ahh.
John Smith,|you may have already won $10 million! - Nope.
|- Not bad, Karnak.
Superior courthouse.
|Any overdue tickets? It's a jury summons.
Don't worry, I'll write you|a doctor's note "Still recovering from coma.
" Guilty.
- Guilty.
|- Guilty.
Number 12? Save the note.
I think this is|one court date I'd better keep.
# Ooh, fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love # # Fall in love # # Feel no shame|for what you are # # Feel no shame|for what you are # # Fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love.
# Ah, darn it,|back to the dry cleaners.
- I'm sorry about that, sir.
|- Nah, it's not your fault.
They don't put|cup holders on these things.
Ah-ha.
|Your first time too, huh? Yeah.
- Vic my name's Vic Goodman.
|- John Smith.
- Nice to meet you.
|- You too.
Hey, Vic, am I wrong, or is one side of those scales|lower than the other? It kind of makes you wonder if someone's got|their thumb on 'em, doesn't it? Here's our bus.
Why walk when you can ride?|That's what I always say.
Tell it|to my physical therapist.
Will do.
Quiet, already.
Mr.
Eddie, would you|please repeat your question? This time I'd like to be able|to hear the young man's answer.
Are you the same Johnny Smith|who recently assisted the sheriff's office|and by "assisted," I mean in|a psychic capacity? Yes, sir.
Folks,|this isn't Jerry Springer.
Approach, gentlemen.
You too, Mr.
Smith.
I take it you have a problem|with Mr.
Smith here? Well, yes he claims to be|a psychic, Your Honor.
He does, does he? Okay, I'm thinking of a number|between one and 10.
It doesn't work|that way, Your Honor.
You're not like|that fat lady on TV, with that psychic network? No.
Who? Wife loves her.
|It drives me nuts.
- You ever been committed?|- No.
And you're not on|any antipsychotic medication? - No.
|- Your Honor, at the very least, Mr.
Smith's notoriety|could distract the jury.
It may even set up|grounds for an appeal.
Mr.
Smith, is the defendant|guilty or not guilty? - I don't know, Your Honor.
|- Good answer.
As far as I'm concerned,|we've all got a sixth sense.
It's called our conscience.
Can I count on you to use yours|and judge this case fairly? Yes, sir.
Mr.
Smith, you're juror|number 12.
We saved you a seat.
Meet Carl Winters.
He's 17.
Now, the defense will tell you|that he's a high-school junior who enjoys movies, sports, like a lot of youngsters|you may know your neighbors' kids,|maybe even your own.
So how, you may wonder, does such a clean-cut|young man like this wind up here accused of armed robbery|and murder? The answer to that|will become apparent when you meet|the other Carl Winters.
I ran for my life|outside to the parking lot.
That's when I heard|the gunshots.
And then I saw|the boys run out.
Now, the gun is clearly visible|in Carl Winters' belt.
He was the only person|in that store who could have shot|that clerk.
My client, Mr.
Winters, does not deny|being at the store.
He does not deny|his misbehavior, but that is all that it was|misbehavior.
He did not kill anyone.
Those were not gunshots|that the witness heard they were beer bottles|breaking in the store.
You must consider|the evidence and testimony, decide for yourselves|what the facts are, and render a verdict guilty or not guilty.
I can't believe|he's making us start this late, and on a Friday.
Guess he doesn't expect us|to be in there long.
Excuse me, Mr.
Smith? Hi.
I just wanted to tell you|what an honor it is to be serving with you.
- An honor?|- Oh, absolutely.
I've followed your career.
See? See? Yeah, the occult is sort of|a hobby of mine.
Occult, huh?|I never thought of myself as I was wondering,|could I interview you later for my web page? Uh I think you know|that's inappropriate.
Gosh, gee,|I'm sorry, Mom.
- Did you hear that?|- Lobster got my pinkie Ouch! Personally, I'd hoped|the case would be more twisty you know,|like a good mystery.
At least we're going|to be out of here fast.
I've got|a big ballgame tonight.
Pedro is pitching|against the Yanks.
Just between you and me,|he's guilty, huh? You must have known it the second|you walked in that jury box.
If the rest of us|could take seats, and I think we should do that|by number, starting on my right.
Who elected you? I'm just trying|to get us seated properly so we can elect a foreman.
Let's cooperate, people.
|We've got work to do.
Well, anybody|actually want the job? I don't know|if he's interested, but I nominate Mr.
Smith.
What? What? Oh, come on,|it makes perfect sense to have a certified psychic|as the leader.
Duh.
Sure, if you want|our fortunes told.
Look, can we please|be serious here? Not to slight|Mr.
Smith's credentials but I am the president|of my PTA.
Sister, if you want it,|you can have it.
Great.
She's elected.
|Let's vote.
Fine.
Fine, thank you.
So, I'll start,|and we'll proceed by number.
Guilty.
- Guilty.
|- Guilty.
- You're a dead man, Winters.
|- Ahhh! They got Winters! - Guilty.
|- Guilty.
Number 12? Mr.
Smith, your vote? Not guilty.
That's 11 votes for guilty, one for not guilty.
We've all got ears.
Yeah, I just|don't believe mine.
Did you just walk out of a different courtroom|than the rest of us? I'm not saying|he's innocent, but there's a whole lot|of evidence to consider.
yeah, and it all says|he's guilty.
Maybe, but I think we should|all go through it once more.
So Mr.
Smith wants to go over|the evidence again.
How do we all feel|about that? Mr.
Smith|may I call you Johnny? My name is Ben Cartwright not the one from the Ponderosa,|as you may have guessed.
Johnny, we just heard|three days of evidence and I, for one, didn't hear|anything that would begin to raise the first hint|of doubt in my mind.
and you want to go through|the evidence again.
Fine.
I'll go down|that road with you, but at least give us a reason|why you still have doubts, because that's|the fundamental issue here reasonable doubt.
I just want to be sure|we haven't missed anything before we return|a verdict that could cost|a young man his life.
His life? The guy is going to get|25 years max, and that means with parole,|he's out in 15.
Witnesses, gunshots, videotape where's the reasonable doubt,|Johnny? It's open and shut, man.
|Come on.
He's right.
Y'all thirsty? That's your problem, man.
|That's your problem, black man.
- Naw, that's your problem.
|- We're comin'.
Who be|runnin' this joint? There were three cars.
Three cars?|What do you mean, three cars? There's a discrepancy|in the witness testimony.
Both the witnesses said that|there were two cars in the lot.
The other one, the old man,|actually saw three.
Two, three,|what's the difference? The difference, if it's true,|is there could've been another witness,|or even another suspect.
Wait a second.
I heard the old guy say in court|there were two cars, didn't I? I heard that, too.
Yeah, but it's not what he told|the police in his affidavit.
Why, he's right.
The witness did tell the police|there were three cars.
Then why'd he change|his story when he testified? Maybe he just made|a mistake at first.
I don't think so.
It's a detail.
We can't let a killer go|based on some technicality.
You saw the third car.
You saw the third car,|didn't you? - Didn't you?|- What is he talking about? What has this got|to do with anything? He didn't read|the affidavit.
I was watching him.
|He touched it.
So? So that's what he does.
He touches things and has|paranormal cognitive episodes.
Visions, he has visions, and I watched him do it.
Is that what this|is about? Excuse me this does not change|what the police report says.
I told you so.
|I told you.
This is so cool.
You've got|to be kidding me.
You are about to enter|another dimension, - a dimension of|- Cool it, okay? Johnny, right? Never mind whether|all of us actually believe - in this psychic hoodoo|- This is all inappropriate.
But we're supposed|to be looking at the evidence.
Jeez.
He's right, though.
Is this part|of your nightclub act? If so, pick another venue|next time Sir, we are here|to find out the truth, and I'm not going|to ignore what I know.
What you know? Do you believe that?|What he knows.
That kid Winters is guilty.
We have to find him guilty,|and no sideshow medium is going|to convince me otherwise.
- Psychic.
|- What? Mediums communicate|with the dead, or more accurately,|the disembodied spirits.
Mr.
Smith's visions,|if I understand them correctly, are more touch-initiated, clairvoyance, sensing the past|and the future, some clairsentience, perhaps.
|It's, you know These are all abilities that are|generally considered psychic generally.
Fine.
If you believe that Carl Winters|didn't kill that man, then please by all means tell us who did.
Open the register! I said,|open the register! Well, was it|Winters or not? I don't know.
The guy who did this was wearing|a dark hooded sweatshirt.
Yeah?|What color were his socks? Carl Winters was wearing|a dark sweatshirt that night.
The man who did this|has done it before.
He's robbed|convenience stores.
Like you have to be a psychic|to figure that out.
But they're always|privately owned.
They're not chain stores.
Why? Because there's less security|in the mom-and-pop stores.
The man sounds like|a professional.
A gun makes you a professional|in this business.
The cashier was too slow.
He killed a man|just for being too slow.
Look at the gun|in your hand, my friend.
That is the murder weapon,|is it not? Yes, this is|the murder weapon.
We saw the defendant|with that gun on the security video.
With a gun.
We have no idea|if it was this one or not.
There's nothing.
There's no fingerprints,|there's no evidence proving that this|is Mr.
Winters' gun.
Perhaps he wiped it|before tossed it.
Well, sure.
|He's not a complete dummy.
Does anyone here|buy the defendant's story that the gun|on the tape was a toy, and that he can't find it now? Of course not, because|there's only one gun that one,|the murder weapon.
Is there anything else,|Johnny? Face it.
He's guilty.
I think it's time|to vote again, and if Mr.
Smith|is still the only holdout, I hope he will do|the responsible thing and change his vote.
That is, I believe, how the jury system|is supposed to work, Mr.
Smith.
I've never been|on a jury before, probably|no one like me has but I have a doubt.
Is it a reasonable doubt? I don't know yet.
If you'd seen something else|while you were holding it Once again, all those who think|the defendant is guilty Mr.
Goodman what if your brother|was innocent, sir? - This guy doesn't quit.
|- What's this now? How do you know|about my brother? I know that 12 jurors like us|sent him to prison.
Maybe they were in a rush|to get home that day, too and they didn't give him|the benefit of a doubt.
All those who believe|the defendant is guilty, please raise your hands.
Mr.
Goodman? Mr.
Goodman? Look, I don't believe|everything that he says but I want to give him|a chance to prove us wrong.
I'm changing my vote|for the moment.
Not guilty.
- Okay, get the bailiff.
|- What just happened here? That has nothing|to do with the case.
This has to be|the oddest case of jury tampering|I ever heard of.
What did he do,|brainwash Mr.
Goodman? Nobody forced me|to change my mind.
I made my own decision.
This may make for|an interesting appeal after all.
But in the meantime, why don't you all|give it another shot? Your Honor? Since it's getting late, let's|put in a supper order my treat.
The rest of us|were thinking Thai, but there's|this new Italian joint that just opened up,|might be worth a try.
Your Honor, excuse me,|but I don't think you understand what's been|going on in here.
This man is refusing|to deal with the facts.
That is a serious charge.
|Mr.
Smith? I have questioned|some testimony, Your Honor, but only to determine|what the real facts are.
Such as? Mr.
Smith had a vision that suggested there were three cars|at the crime scene Witness reports confirm that the old man walking his dog|changed his story.
Sounds to me like the process|is working fairly well.
Just remember that this case|has to be determined on its merits,|and not on yours, Mr.
Smith.
Now then,|what's the verdict Thai or Italian? I can't believe this.
The bailiff just tells me|Pedro Martinez is perfect against the Yanks|through seven innings, and I'm stuck|in a room with no TV.
I still say|we should have gone Italian.
Fortunately, we only need|a majority to decide on dinner.
You had the water,|right, sir? You want to keep us here|all night with your visions, be my guest.
I have as much time|as you, my friend, and I'm not going to let you|hijack this jury.
This is crazy.
That judge is crazy.
You are crazy.
- This whole thing is just|- Crazy, baby.
We get it.
- You think this is a joke?|- Just chill out.
This is supposed to be|a court of law.
I don't think|we should be fighting.
It's not helping.
Yeah, and this curry|is not helping my digestion.
Look, we have|a responsibility here.
- I agree with you, sir.
|- Don't you patronize me.
Don't you dare patronize me.
You have no idea what it means|to be a black man on a jury voting to send|a black kid to prison but that's|my responsibility.
I have to send a message, and every black kid out there|has to hear it.
My kids have to hear it.
Actions have consequences and this kid Winters has to face the consequences|for what he did.
I moved my family here|from New York to get away from gangs|and street crime but here it is again, right here in|Penobscot County.
It makes you wonder if there's anyplace left|in this whole country where we really|feel safe anymore.
You know|exactly what I mean.
When was|the last time anyone here went to an ATM|at night, hmm? That comedian, Chris Rock,|he has a whole routine about it, about looking|over his shoulder for the nigger|who's going to rob him.
I sat in an audience|in New York, and the whole place|was laughing I mean, blacks, whites, Latinos, Orientals, East Indians, everybody just howling|with laughter 'cause it's|all just a joke just a big joke.
Look if I don't change it,|it's not going to change.
I'm just|a man on a jury, but I know|my responsibility and that is to send|this kid, this Carl Winters, to prison for the crime|he's committed.
All right, let's say|five minutes and we'll|get back to work.
At least no one is rushing|to convict anyone right now.
That's our first|responsibility, Mr.
Smith, and you were|right about that.
Yo, Apu,|check it out, man.
Why don't you give me|two packs of them Nubucks? - Are you 18?|- Come on, stop playing.
- I'm 25.
Hook it up.
|- You have ID? Ooh, Cheetos.
How'd you know|this was my favorite? - What are you doing?|- What's your rush, baby? Leave her alone!|Get out of my store! Guys, leave her|alone, please.
The camera's recording you.
|Leave her alone.
Yo, check it out.
|We're on TV.
Check this out.
|Say hello to my little friend.
What are you doing?|Get down from there.
- I'm calling the police.
|- Yo, chill out, bitch.
What are you doing?|Put those back.
I saw you stealing them.
I saw you stealing them.
|Put those down! Look at this mess.
|Look what you did.
- Get out!|- Apu, cleanup in aisle two.
I told you,|get out of my store! I said, open the register! I said, open the register! The convertible|was leaving the parking lot when the clerk|was killed.
It was leaving|the parking lot.
It was the last thing|the clerk saw before he died.
Oh my God.
This is|evidence from a dead man.
If it's true,|then Winters is innocent.
If you people|go down this road again, I'm going right back|to the judge.
He's right.
I'm not a witness, so anything|I may have seen is irrelevant unless, of course,|I can find some real evidence.
Madame Foreman, would you|ask the bailiff to show us the security video|again, please? Satisfied? No one's hiding in there,|and the camera doesn't lie.
It also doesn't|cover every corner.
It doesn't even|cover the back door.
That poor woman.
All right, gun|right there in his waistband.
Sure doesn't look|like a toy to me.
Mm-hmm.
And|that's all she wrote.
Wait, wait, wait.
|Can you reverse it? Sure.
|You're the director.
Okay, stop.
I still don't see anything.
Wait.
Freeze it.
Man, this is totally cool.
Check that out|in the back corner.
What? There's nothing.
No, that mirror the kind they use|to snag shoplifters with I think|I saw something in it.
Okay, now, run it again|as slow as you can.
Stop.
Excuse me.
Mrs.
McArthur, can I borrow|your glasses, please? Oh, yes|yes, of course.
Okay, now, shuttle it|frame by frame.
Somebody's leg.
Damn it, will you look at that?|I told you so.
Thank you.
- Not guilty.
|- Guilty.
Not guilty.
Guilty.
Not guilty.
Not guilty.
Well, we now have 10 votes|for not guilty, and two for guilty.
I'm voting guilty|because the evidence is overwhelming|that he's guilty.
That doesn't prove a thing.
It doesn't have to prove|anything, Mr.
Cartwright.
It only has to establish|reasonable doubt.
There was another man|in that store, someone|who seemed to be deliberately avoiding|the security camera.
And another suspect|is definitely reasonable doubt.
It could have been someone who|was scared hiding back there.
Then why didn't|he come forward to testify? Some people don't like|to get involved.
The prosecution staked|their case on one simple fact that Winters was the only one|who could have shot the clerk.
And Johnny|proved them wrong.
Give the guy some credit.
|He came up with the goods.
I'm not|changing my vote.
Doesn't seem like|you have a choice.
Sure he does.
He has every right|to stick to his opinion the same way I did when the vote|was 10 to two the other way.
The same goes for you.
I'd like to hear|why you still think he's guilty.
This woman|she said she heard gunshots before the boys|came out of the store.
She's right.
The defense lawyer argued|that what she heard was the beer bottles|breaking.
Come on,|use your heads.
Of course he's going to argue|she heard the bottles breaking.
Otherwise,|he has no case.
Since when do bottles|sound like guns? She said|she heard gunshots and I believe her.
See? There's another vote|you're not going to change.
Hey, yo, Apu, man,|check it out.
Give me two packs|of them Nubucks right there.
- Are you 18?|- Come on, I'm 25.
Hook it up.
- Then you show me some ID?|- Ooh, Cheetos.
- You put those back.
|- Baby, what's the rush? Everybody get out.
|Stop this.
- You don't you like us?|- Get out of my store! - Go! Out! Get out!|- Stick around, girl.
We're going to have|a little party up in here.
Leave her alone!|The camera's watching.
- Check it out.
We're on TV.
|- Get out.
Check this out.
Chill out, man.
I can only begin|to understand the terror|how completely helpless the woman in the store|must have felt when that gang|grabbed her.
No man could ever know|what it's like to be|threatened that way.
She was|running for her life when she heard|the sounds in the store.
Two quick pops|pop, pop! She said it in court.
Sure, it must've sounded|like gunshots.
After all, she saw|a man with a gun inside.
But who could trust their senses|at a time like this when all you can hear|is your heartbeat pounding, pounding, louder than anything|in the real world? Oh, no! No! It's natural to sympathize|with that woman.
She was|a victim, too but assault|is not murder.
It's not the crime that|Carl Winters is on trial for.
Unless we are sure|that he murdered that clerk Shut up!|Just shut the hell up! - Mr.
Cartwright|- You, too! All of you, just shut up|and listen to me.
We came in here|knowing what we had to do knowing the truth and then you let this|this nutcase twist it all up.
It's like he's|put you in a trance.
You're not thinking|for yourselves.
- Calm down, buddy.
|- I'm not your buddy, And I'll calm down|when I have a reason.
Shadows and broken bottles|that's what he's feeding you, and you call that|reasonable doubt? I call it unreasonable! I'm changing my vote|to not guilty.
I don't believe this.
Well, it's 11 votes to one|for acquittal.
Well, I don't care|what the rest of you think.
I'm not changing my vote.
Mr.
Cartwright, if you force|the state to try him again, all the evidence will come out|at the next trial.
Well, at least the next jury|won't have to deal with you and once you're|out of the way, they'll see the truth.
Guilty!|The man is guilty! Who's guilty Winters, or the gangbanger|that almost killed your son? - Hey! Hey!|- Hey! It's okay.
Leave him alone.
Oh my God.
Is it possible? Am I judging the wrong man? Mr.
Cartwright we all entered this room|with our pasts every single|one of us.
Have you reached a verdict? We have, Your Honor.
Will the defendant|please rise? And how do you find? We find the defendant,|Carl Winters, not guilty of all charges.
Members of the jury,|this court thanks you.
You're free to leave.
The Yanks got to Pedro|in the ninth.
Bernie Williams pops one|over second between three guys.
It falls, two runs score,|and we lose two to one.
- Curse of the Bambino.
|- Yeah.
Hey, listen there's a 24-hour sports bar|around the corner.
You want to grab some breakfast,|maybe catch the highlights? - Okay.
|- All right.
That was really intense but you couldn't tell us|who did it, could you? What did I tell you?|What did I tell you? Well, why don't you? Go and touch him, see what he does|with his second chance.
I'd be lying if I told you|I hadn't thought about it.
But you know what? We've done what|we can for him.
Now it's up to him.
I've got to go over|to the sheriff's office, describe the car|the real killer was driving.
It's a sedan|from the late '60s shouldn't be too hard|to track down.
Saying goodbye? I was just wondering what she'd|look like without the blindfold.
- No.
|- Yes.
You're grounded.
And then I woke up|and found my fiancée married to another man.
My son doesn't know|who I am.
Everything has changed including me.
One touch,|and I can see things things that happened,|things that will happen.
You should see|what I see.
Jeez.
I didn't know I was going|fast enough to get pulled over.
Believe me, you ain't.
Come on, man,|I'm smoking here.
Look at me.
Smoking? Okay, the Summer Olympics|are out.
Uh-huh, yeah.
I wonder what|it'll be today.
Another rubber rattlesnake? - Or maybe a live one.
|- I could settle for snakes.
It's the little bubble-wrapped|offerings that creep me out.
"Could you touch|this little chew toy and help save|my Kathy's poodle?" You're in luck,|no bubble wrap.
Bill, bill credit card.
Ahh.
John Smith,|you may have already won $10 million! - Nope.
|- Not bad, Karnak.
Superior courthouse.
|Any overdue tickets? It's a jury summons.
Don't worry, I'll write you|a doctor's note "Still recovering from coma.
" Guilty.
- Guilty.
|- Guilty.
Number 12? Save the note.
I think this is|one court date I'd better keep.
# Ooh, fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love # # Fall in love # # Feel no shame|for what you are # # Feel no shame|for what you are # # Fall in love,|fall in love # # Fall in love.
# Ah, darn it,|back to the dry cleaners.
- I'm sorry about that, sir.
|- Nah, it's not your fault.
They don't put|cup holders on these things.
Ah-ha.
|Your first time too, huh? Yeah.
- Vic my name's Vic Goodman.
|- John Smith.
- Nice to meet you.
|- You too.
Hey, Vic, am I wrong, or is one side of those scales|lower than the other? It kind of makes you wonder if someone's got|their thumb on 'em, doesn't it? Here's our bus.
Why walk when you can ride?|That's what I always say.
Tell it|to my physical therapist.
Will do.
Quiet, already.
Mr.
Eddie, would you|please repeat your question? This time I'd like to be able|to hear the young man's answer.
Are you the same Johnny Smith|who recently assisted the sheriff's office|and by "assisted," I mean in|a psychic capacity? Yes, sir.
Folks,|this isn't Jerry Springer.
Approach, gentlemen.
You too, Mr.
Smith.
I take it you have a problem|with Mr.
Smith here? Well, yes he claims to be|a psychic, Your Honor.
He does, does he? Okay, I'm thinking of a number|between one and 10.
It doesn't work|that way, Your Honor.
You're not like|that fat lady on TV, with that psychic network? No.
Who? Wife loves her.
|It drives me nuts.
- You ever been committed?|- No.
And you're not on|any antipsychotic medication? - No.
|- Your Honor, at the very least, Mr.
Smith's notoriety|could distract the jury.
It may even set up|grounds for an appeal.
Mr.
Smith, is the defendant|guilty or not guilty? - I don't know, Your Honor.
|- Good answer.
As far as I'm concerned,|we've all got a sixth sense.
It's called our conscience.
Can I count on you to use yours|and judge this case fairly? Yes, sir.
Mr.
Smith, you're juror|number 12.
We saved you a seat.
Meet Carl Winters.
He's 17.
Now, the defense will tell you|that he's a high-school junior who enjoys movies, sports, like a lot of youngsters|you may know your neighbors' kids,|maybe even your own.
So how, you may wonder, does such a clean-cut|young man like this wind up here accused of armed robbery|and murder? The answer to that|will become apparent when you meet|the other Carl Winters.
I ran for my life|outside to the parking lot.
That's when I heard|the gunshots.
And then I saw|the boys run out.
Now, the gun is clearly visible|in Carl Winters' belt.
He was the only person|in that store who could have shot|that clerk.
My client, Mr.
Winters, does not deny|being at the store.
He does not deny|his misbehavior, but that is all that it was|misbehavior.
He did not kill anyone.
Those were not gunshots|that the witness heard they were beer bottles|breaking in the store.
You must consider|the evidence and testimony, decide for yourselves|what the facts are, and render a verdict guilty or not guilty.
I can't believe|he's making us start this late, and on a Friday.
Guess he doesn't expect us|to be in there long.
Excuse me, Mr.
Smith? Hi.
I just wanted to tell you|what an honor it is to be serving with you.
- An honor?|- Oh, absolutely.
I've followed your career.
See? See? Yeah, the occult is sort of|a hobby of mine.
Occult, huh?|I never thought of myself as I was wondering,|could I interview you later for my web page? Uh I think you know|that's inappropriate.
Gosh, gee,|I'm sorry, Mom.
- Did you hear that?|- Lobster got my pinkie Ouch! Personally, I'd hoped|the case would be more twisty you know,|like a good mystery.
At least we're going|to be out of here fast.
I've got|a big ballgame tonight.
Pedro is pitching|against the Yanks.
Just between you and me,|he's guilty, huh? You must have known it the second|you walked in that jury box.
If the rest of us|could take seats, and I think we should do that|by number, starting on my right.
Who elected you? I'm just trying|to get us seated properly so we can elect a foreman.
Let's cooperate, people.
|We've got work to do.
Well, anybody|actually want the job? I don't know|if he's interested, but I nominate Mr.
Smith.
What? What? Oh, come on,|it makes perfect sense to have a certified psychic|as the leader.
Duh.
Sure, if you want|our fortunes told.
Look, can we please|be serious here? Not to slight|Mr.
Smith's credentials but I am the president|of my PTA.
Sister, if you want it,|you can have it.
Great.
She's elected.
|Let's vote.
Fine.
Fine, thank you.
So, I'll start,|and we'll proceed by number.
Guilty.
- Guilty.
|- Guilty.
- You're a dead man, Winters.
|- Ahhh! They got Winters! - Guilty.
|- Guilty.
Number 12? Mr.
Smith, your vote? Not guilty.
That's 11 votes for guilty, one for not guilty.
We've all got ears.
Yeah, I just|don't believe mine.
Did you just walk out of a different courtroom|than the rest of us? I'm not saying|he's innocent, but there's a whole lot|of evidence to consider.
yeah, and it all says|he's guilty.
Maybe, but I think we should|all go through it once more.
So Mr.
Smith wants to go over|the evidence again.
How do we all feel|about that? Mr.
Smith|may I call you Johnny? My name is Ben Cartwright not the one from the Ponderosa,|as you may have guessed.
Johnny, we just heard|three days of evidence and I, for one, didn't hear|anything that would begin to raise the first hint|of doubt in my mind.
and you want to go through|the evidence again.
Fine.
I'll go down|that road with you, but at least give us a reason|why you still have doubts, because that's|the fundamental issue here reasonable doubt.
I just want to be sure|we haven't missed anything before we return|a verdict that could cost|a young man his life.
His life? The guy is going to get|25 years max, and that means with parole,|he's out in 15.
Witnesses, gunshots, videotape where's the reasonable doubt,|Johnny? It's open and shut, man.
|Come on.
He's right.
Y'all thirsty? That's your problem, man.
|That's your problem, black man.
- Naw, that's your problem.
|- We're comin'.
Who be|runnin' this joint? There were three cars.
Three cars?|What do you mean, three cars? There's a discrepancy|in the witness testimony.
Both the witnesses said that|there were two cars in the lot.
The other one, the old man,|actually saw three.
Two, three,|what's the difference? The difference, if it's true,|is there could've been another witness,|or even another suspect.
Wait a second.
I heard the old guy say in court|there were two cars, didn't I? I heard that, too.
Yeah, but it's not what he told|the police in his affidavit.
Why, he's right.
The witness did tell the police|there were three cars.
Then why'd he change|his story when he testified? Maybe he just made|a mistake at first.
I don't think so.
It's a detail.
We can't let a killer go|based on some technicality.
You saw the third car.
You saw the third car,|didn't you? - Didn't you?|- What is he talking about? What has this got|to do with anything? He didn't read|the affidavit.
I was watching him.
|He touched it.
So? So that's what he does.
He touches things and has|paranormal cognitive episodes.
Visions, he has visions, and I watched him do it.
Is that what this|is about? Excuse me this does not change|what the police report says.
I told you so.
|I told you.
This is so cool.
You've got|to be kidding me.
You are about to enter|another dimension, - a dimension of|- Cool it, okay? Johnny, right? Never mind whether|all of us actually believe - in this psychic hoodoo|- This is all inappropriate.
But we're supposed|to be looking at the evidence.
Jeez.
He's right, though.
Is this part|of your nightclub act? If so, pick another venue|next time Sir, we are here|to find out the truth, and I'm not going|to ignore what I know.
What you know? Do you believe that?|What he knows.
That kid Winters is guilty.
We have to find him guilty,|and no sideshow medium is going|to convince me otherwise.
- Psychic.
|- What? Mediums communicate|with the dead, or more accurately,|the disembodied spirits.
Mr.
Smith's visions,|if I understand them correctly, are more touch-initiated, clairvoyance, sensing the past|and the future, some clairsentience, perhaps.
|It's, you know These are all abilities that are|generally considered psychic generally.
Fine.
If you believe that Carl Winters|didn't kill that man, then please by all means tell us who did.
Open the register! I said,|open the register! Well, was it|Winters or not? I don't know.
The guy who did this was wearing|a dark hooded sweatshirt.
Yeah?|What color were his socks? Carl Winters was wearing|a dark sweatshirt that night.
The man who did this|has done it before.
He's robbed|convenience stores.
Like you have to be a psychic|to figure that out.
But they're always|privately owned.
They're not chain stores.
Why? Because there's less security|in the mom-and-pop stores.
The man sounds like|a professional.
A gun makes you a professional|in this business.
The cashier was too slow.
He killed a man|just for being too slow.
Look at the gun|in your hand, my friend.
That is the murder weapon,|is it not? Yes, this is|the murder weapon.
We saw the defendant|with that gun on the security video.
With a gun.
We have no idea|if it was this one or not.
There's nothing.
There's no fingerprints,|there's no evidence proving that this|is Mr.
Winters' gun.
Perhaps he wiped it|before tossed it.
Well, sure.
|He's not a complete dummy.
Does anyone here|buy the defendant's story that the gun|on the tape was a toy, and that he can't find it now? Of course not, because|there's only one gun that one,|the murder weapon.
Is there anything else,|Johnny? Face it.
He's guilty.
I think it's time|to vote again, and if Mr.
Smith|is still the only holdout, I hope he will do|the responsible thing and change his vote.
That is, I believe, how the jury system|is supposed to work, Mr.
Smith.
I've never been|on a jury before, probably|no one like me has but I have a doubt.
Is it a reasonable doubt? I don't know yet.
If you'd seen something else|while you were holding it Once again, all those who think|the defendant is guilty Mr.
Goodman what if your brother|was innocent, sir? - This guy doesn't quit.
|- What's this now? How do you know|about my brother? I know that 12 jurors like us|sent him to prison.
Maybe they were in a rush|to get home that day, too and they didn't give him|the benefit of a doubt.
All those who believe|the defendant is guilty, please raise your hands.
Mr.
Goodman? Mr.
Goodman? Look, I don't believe|everything that he says but I want to give him|a chance to prove us wrong.
I'm changing my vote|for the moment.
Not guilty.
- Okay, get the bailiff.
|- What just happened here? That has nothing|to do with the case.
This has to be|the oddest case of jury tampering|I ever heard of.
What did he do,|brainwash Mr.
Goodman? Nobody forced me|to change my mind.
I made my own decision.
This may make for|an interesting appeal after all.
But in the meantime, why don't you all|give it another shot? Your Honor? Since it's getting late, let's|put in a supper order my treat.
The rest of us|were thinking Thai, but there's|this new Italian joint that just opened up,|might be worth a try.
Your Honor, excuse me,|but I don't think you understand what's been|going on in here.
This man is refusing|to deal with the facts.
That is a serious charge.
|Mr.
Smith? I have questioned|some testimony, Your Honor, but only to determine|what the real facts are.
Such as? Mr.
Smith had a vision that suggested there were three cars|at the crime scene Witness reports confirm that the old man walking his dog|changed his story.
Sounds to me like the process|is working fairly well.
Just remember that this case|has to be determined on its merits,|and not on yours, Mr.
Smith.
Now then,|what's the verdict Thai or Italian? I can't believe this.
The bailiff just tells me|Pedro Martinez is perfect against the Yanks|through seven innings, and I'm stuck|in a room with no TV.
I still say|we should have gone Italian.
Fortunately, we only need|a majority to decide on dinner.
You had the water,|right, sir? You want to keep us here|all night with your visions, be my guest.
I have as much time|as you, my friend, and I'm not going to let you|hijack this jury.
This is crazy.
That judge is crazy.
You are crazy.
- This whole thing is just|- Crazy, baby.
We get it.
- You think this is a joke?|- Just chill out.
This is supposed to be|a court of law.
I don't think|we should be fighting.
It's not helping.
Yeah, and this curry|is not helping my digestion.
Look, we have|a responsibility here.
- I agree with you, sir.
|- Don't you patronize me.
Don't you dare patronize me.
You have no idea what it means|to be a black man on a jury voting to send|a black kid to prison but that's|my responsibility.
I have to send a message, and every black kid out there|has to hear it.
My kids have to hear it.
Actions have consequences and this kid Winters has to face the consequences|for what he did.
I moved my family here|from New York to get away from gangs|and street crime but here it is again, right here in|Penobscot County.
It makes you wonder if there's anyplace left|in this whole country where we really|feel safe anymore.
You know|exactly what I mean.
When was|the last time anyone here went to an ATM|at night, hmm? That comedian, Chris Rock,|he has a whole routine about it, about looking|over his shoulder for the nigger|who's going to rob him.
I sat in an audience|in New York, and the whole place|was laughing I mean, blacks, whites, Latinos, Orientals, East Indians, everybody just howling|with laughter 'cause it's|all just a joke just a big joke.
Look if I don't change it,|it's not going to change.
I'm just|a man on a jury, but I know|my responsibility and that is to send|this kid, this Carl Winters, to prison for the crime|he's committed.
All right, let's say|five minutes and we'll|get back to work.
At least no one is rushing|to convict anyone right now.
That's our first|responsibility, Mr.
Smith, and you were|right about that.
Yo, Apu,|check it out, man.
Why don't you give me|two packs of them Nubucks? - Are you 18?|- Come on, stop playing.
- I'm 25.
Hook it up.
|- You have ID? Ooh, Cheetos.
How'd you know|this was my favorite? - What are you doing?|- What's your rush, baby? Leave her alone!|Get out of my store! Guys, leave her|alone, please.
The camera's recording you.
|Leave her alone.
Yo, check it out.
|We're on TV.
Check this out.
|Say hello to my little friend.
What are you doing?|Get down from there.
- I'm calling the police.
|- Yo, chill out, bitch.
What are you doing?|Put those back.
I saw you stealing them.
I saw you stealing them.
|Put those down! Look at this mess.
|Look what you did.
- Get out!|- Apu, cleanup in aisle two.
I told you,|get out of my store! I said, open the register! I said, open the register! The convertible|was leaving the parking lot when the clerk|was killed.
It was leaving|the parking lot.
It was the last thing|the clerk saw before he died.
Oh my God.
This is|evidence from a dead man.
If it's true,|then Winters is innocent.
If you people|go down this road again, I'm going right back|to the judge.
He's right.
I'm not a witness, so anything|I may have seen is irrelevant unless, of course,|I can find some real evidence.
Madame Foreman, would you|ask the bailiff to show us the security video|again, please? Satisfied? No one's hiding in there,|and the camera doesn't lie.
It also doesn't|cover every corner.
It doesn't even|cover the back door.
That poor woman.
All right, gun|right there in his waistband.
Sure doesn't look|like a toy to me.
Mm-hmm.
And|that's all she wrote.
Wait, wait, wait.
|Can you reverse it? Sure.
|You're the director.
Okay, stop.
I still don't see anything.
Wait.
Freeze it.
Man, this is totally cool.
Check that out|in the back corner.
What? There's nothing.
No, that mirror the kind they use|to snag shoplifters with I think|I saw something in it.
Okay, now, run it again|as slow as you can.
Stop.
Excuse me.
Mrs.
McArthur, can I borrow|your glasses, please? Oh, yes|yes, of course.
Okay, now, shuttle it|frame by frame.
Somebody's leg.
Damn it, will you look at that?|I told you so.
Thank you.
- Not guilty.
|- Guilty.
Not guilty.
Guilty.
Not guilty.
Not guilty.
Well, we now have 10 votes|for not guilty, and two for guilty.
I'm voting guilty|because the evidence is overwhelming|that he's guilty.
That doesn't prove a thing.
It doesn't have to prove|anything, Mr.
Cartwright.
It only has to establish|reasonable doubt.
There was another man|in that store, someone|who seemed to be deliberately avoiding|the security camera.
And another suspect|is definitely reasonable doubt.
It could have been someone who|was scared hiding back there.
Then why didn't|he come forward to testify? Some people don't like|to get involved.
The prosecution staked|their case on one simple fact that Winters was the only one|who could have shot the clerk.
And Johnny|proved them wrong.
Give the guy some credit.
|He came up with the goods.
I'm not|changing my vote.
Doesn't seem like|you have a choice.
Sure he does.
He has every right|to stick to his opinion the same way I did when the vote|was 10 to two the other way.
The same goes for you.
I'd like to hear|why you still think he's guilty.
This woman|she said she heard gunshots before the boys|came out of the store.
She's right.
The defense lawyer argued|that what she heard was the beer bottles|breaking.
Come on,|use your heads.
Of course he's going to argue|she heard the bottles breaking.
Otherwise,|he has no case.
Since when do bottles|sound like guns? She said|she heard gunshots and I believe her.
See? There's another vote|you're not going to change.
Hey, yo, Apu, man,|check it out.
Give me two packs|of them Nubucks right there.
- Are you 18?|- Come on, I'm 25.
Hook it up.
- Then you show me some ID?|- Ooh, Cheetos.
- You put those back.
|- Baby, what's the rush? Everybody get out.
|Stop this.
- You don't you like us?|- Get out of my store! - Go! Out! Get out!|- Stick around, girl.
We're going to have|a little party up in here.
Leave her alone!|The camera's watching.
- Check it out.
We're on TV.
|- Get out.
Check this out.
Chill out, man.
I can only begin|to understand the terror|how completely helpless the woman in the store|must have felt when that gang|grabbed her.
No man could ever know|what it's like to be|threatened that way.
She was|running for her life when she heard|the sounds in the store.
Two quick pops|pop, pop! She said it in court.
Sure, it must've sounded|like gunshots.
After all, she saw|a man with a gun inside.
But who could trust their senses|at a time like this when all you can hear|is your heartbeat pounding, pounding, louder than anything|in the real world? Oh, no! No! It's natural to sympathize|with that woman.
She was|a victim, too but assault|is not murder.
It's not the crime that|Carl Winters is on trial for.
Unless we are sure|that he murdered that clerk Shut up!|Just shut the hell up! - Mr.
Cartwright|- You, too! All of you, just shut up|and listen to me.
We came in here|knowing what we had to do knowing the truth and then you let this|this nutcase twist it all up.
It's like he's|put you in a trance.
You're not thinking|for yourselves.
- Calm down, buddy.
|- I'm not your buddy, And I'll calm down|when I have a reason.
Shadows and broken bottles|that's what he's feeding you, and you call that|reasonable doubt? I call it unreasonable! I'm changing my vote|to not guilty.
I don't believe this.
Well, it's 11 votes to one|for acquittal.
Well, I don't care|what the rest of you think.
I'm not changing my vote.
Mr.
Cartwright, if you force|the state to try him again, all the evidence will come out|at the next trial.
Well, at least the next jury|won't have to deal with you and once you're|out of the way, they'll see the truth.
Guilty!|The man is guilty! Who's guilty Winters, or the gangbanger|that almost killed your son? - Hey! Hey!|- Hey! It's okay.
Leave him alone.
Oh my God.
Is it possible? Am I judging the wrong man? Mr.
Cartwright we all entered this room|with our pasts every single|one of us.
Have you reached a verdict? We have, Your Honor.
Will the defendant|please rise? And how do you find? We find the defendant,|Carl Winters, not guilty of all charges.
Members of the jury,|this court thanks you.
You're free to leave.
The Yanks got to Pedro|in the ninth.
Bernie Williams pops one|over second between three guys.
It falls, two runs score,|and we lose two to one.
- Curse of the Bambino.
|- Yeah.
Hey, listen there's a 24-hour sports bar|around the corner.
You want to grab some breakfast,|maybe catch the highlights? - Okay.
|- All right.
That was really intense but you couldn't tell us|who did it, could you? What did I tell you?|What did I tell you? Well, why don't you? Go and touch him, see what he does|with his second chance.
I'd be lying if I told you|I hadn't thought about it.
But you know what? We've done what|we can for him.
Now it's up to him.
I've got to go over|to the sheriff's office, describe the car|the real killer was driving.
It's a sedan|from the late '60s shouldn't be too hard|to track down.
Saying goodbye? I was just wondering what she'd|look like without the blindfold.
- No.
|- Yes.
You're grounded.