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You're bleeding.

No, f***

the nurse Nancy sh*t.

You want to do something

for me?

[paper tears]

Clean this up,

and save it.

(man)

So how do you figure

we get out of here, Blake?

(Blake)

You've got friends

on the outside.

I got money

on the outside.

[speaking indistinctly]

[eerie music]

(Nick)

We've gotten to know each other

pretty well

over these last few months,

and maybe--maybe we're getting

a little tired

of each other, huh?

Tired of seeing

the faces in this courtroom

instead of the faces

of our families and friends,

tired of having to listen

to descriptions of degradation

and torture and murder.

We want it to end,

don't we?

[claps]

Wipe the slate clean?

[screaming wildly]

[laughs]

We just want to run out.

We want to get out.

I mean, isn't that

what we really feel?

We want to get out.

[man laughs]

Be quiet.

We want to breathe

clean air.

We want to see

the blue sky.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

We just want to feel

decent again.

I can understand that.

Believe me,

I feel the same way myself,

because the horror

in this room

can make us

take a shortcut

just to get out

into the sunlight again.

And that's

what Roger Dwayne Felso wants.

That's what his defense attorney

is betting on:

our frustration, our exhaustion,

our--our weariness,

because it just might make

you 12 people rush to judgment

and compromise on the charges

against his client.

And believe me,

while you're in the jury room,

he's going to come to me.

He's going to try

and get me to compromise,

to cut a deal.

That's why I need you

to be strong.

I need you to stay

in that cramped little room

with the lousy coffee

and the terrible take-out food

until you reach a verdict

of guilty

on each and every count,

because that's

the only verdict

that's going to make

Roger Dwayne Felso pay

for the nine--

you count 'em--

nine lives

that he just snuffed out.

And that's the only verdict

that's going

to let you and me sleep.

[paper crinkles]

Your Honor,

the prosecution...

rests.

[crowd chattering]

[shutters clicking]

(Larry)

Thank you very much.

Let the man through,

huh?

You did it, man.

I was able to get up

in front of a jury

and talk my ass off.

You were the one

that found the missing witness.

Well, that's true.

Thank you.

I think it's time

to talk about your future.

I promised Connie I'd see her

once a month before the wedding.

Tomorrow?

Our place for dinner?

Perfect.

(Nick)

Future, huh?

Well, tonight,

I'm going to go home,

kiss my little girl,

make love to my wife,

get up in the morning,

eat some oat bran,

maybe lock up

some more bad guys.

I mean it's time you started

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