(to NO. 6). Y' know something? It's hot. (NO. 6 nods.) You'd think they'd at least air condition the place.
I almost dropped dead in court.
[NO. 7 opens the window a bit wider. The guard looks them over and checks his count. Then, satisfied, he
makes ready to leave.]
Okay, gentlemen. Everybody's here. If there's anything you want, I'm right outside. Just knock.
[He exits, closing the door. Silently they all look at the door. We hear the lock clicking.]
I never knew they locked the door.
(blowing nose). Sure, they lock the door. What did you think?
I don't know. It just never occurred to me.
[Some of the jurors are taking off their jackets. Others are sitting down at the table. They still are reluctant to
talk to each other. FOREMAN is at head of table, tearing slips of paper for ballots. Now we get a close shot of
He looks out the window. We hear NO. 3 talking to NO. 2]
Six days. They should have finished it in two. Talk, talk, talk. Did you ever hear so much talk about
(nervously laughing). Well… I guess . . . they're entitled.
Everybody gets a fair trial. (He shakes his head.) That's the system. Well, I suppose you can't say
anything against it.