Jury Duty Page #4

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Peanut, look. Huh?

We just died

and went to heaven.

Oh, my.

Oh, look.

Oh!

Peanut-size shampoos.

All these fun things

for me in here.

Two-ply.

(MAN CLEARING THROAT)

Oh, my God!

Something wrong, son?

Principal Beasely.

Good grief.

Mr. Collins?

In a suit and tie?

I didn't do it!

I didn't do it!

Still hanging out

in the boys' room, I see.

Sit down, Collins!

If this isn't one of

life's supreme ironies.

Didn't I expel you?

Twice.

I thought so.

What is it, son?

May I be excused?

Very well.

Oh, pleasant dreams,

Mr. Collins.

I know that's

what you majored in.

(CLEARING THROAT)

(SNORING)

MAN ON TAPE:

I can accomplish my goals.

I have a winner inside me.

Wait here, Peanut.

I am no one's doormat.

If I believe,

others will believe.

I will accomplish my goals.

I have a winner inside me.

I am no one's...

TOMMY:
Principal Beasely,

open up!

I can't sleep with

that self-help crap tape!

I...

Quick, sir! Jamie Cooly's

smoking in the boys' room.

Lundy's playing

with his boner in

the back of the class.

I am no one's doormat.

If I believe,

others will believe.

I can accomplish my goals.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

Oh, every day

isn't a holiday.

Every day's detention.

Ahh!

I can't sleep.

I'm gonna have

bags under my eyes.

...others will believe.

I can accomplish...

If I believe,

others will believe.

I am no one's doormat.

All rise.

Department Number 52

of the Superior Court

is now in session.

The Honorable Judge

Edward J. Powell

presiding.

Ladies and

gentlemen of the jury,

here are the facts.

Seven innocent men dead.

Seven families destroyed.

Seven lives wasted.

All courtesy of

Mr. Carl Wayne Bishop

and a stun gun, Model 350-X.

As the case unfolds,

we will show

Carl Wayne Bishop

to be in possession

not only of a stun gun,

but also a lethal

red-hot temper.

We will show that because

of his employment record,

getting a job

became as difficult

as holding a job.

And as a consequence,

Mr. Bishop ended up

on the streets.

And finally,

we will show

that Carl Wayne Bishop

was found living

in a boarded-up,

condemned shack,

with a stun gun

and the bodies of

seven fast-food managers

buried in the floorboards.

(WHIMPERING)

The Defense will contend

that Mr. Bishop was set up.

That he was merely

a harmless drifter

who happened to be

in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Who never actually lived

in the condemned house

but was there for

a job interview.

At 9:
30 at night?

In the worst neighborhood

in town?

Please.

The Defense can

contend all it wants,

but the evidence will show

Mr. Bishop to be

a calculating,

cold,

killing machine,

who knew

exactly where he was

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