The Juror

Who are you?

Stop! Stop!

Who is he?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Just shut up, Angela. Let him do what he wants!

No! No! No!

All right, go ahead.

- -

No!

No!

Grandpa!

No! No!

No!

No!

Help me!

Help me!

No!

Please don't kill me.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Okay, people.

Now please take your time in answering this question.

I want you to take a good look at Mr. Boffano, the man seated in front of you there.

And tell me if you've ever seen him before.

No, sir, I haven't.

I'm sorry. I can't hear you.

Would you pull the mic a little closer, please?

No, sir, I haven't.

- On TV? In the newspapers? - No, sir.

Do you read newspapers, ma'am?

When I have the time.

How often is that?

Never.

I am a single mother, Your Honor,

and I am trying to be a sculptor.

I have, well, a job all day and when I get home I take care of my son.

I feel stupid saying that I don't keep up with the news, but...

Well, that's just how it is. I don't. I don't have time.

Ma'am, are you saying you've heard nothing about this case?

Well, no, I have heard something.

When I told my son that I might be picked for jury duty, he said,

"Hey, maybe you'll get picked for that big Mafia case."

And I said, "What big Mafia case?"

And he said, "You know, Louie Boffano.

He's gonna be tried for popping those guys."

And he said that popping is when you kill somebody.

I said, "Okay, I've got that. But who's Louie Boffano?"

And he said, "Mom, come on, he's the big SpaghettiO."

Okay, people.

Enough!

Well, ma'am, what I want you to understand is that this may be a lengthy trial,

and that you would be sequestered during deliberations.

So if you tell me

that it would prove a grave hardship for you to serve on this jury,

I'll excuse you.

Well, then I think I could get someone

to take care of my son for when I'm sequestered.

You would like to serve?

Um, yes, I would. Yes.

Hey, Eddie, that license is registered on the name of Annie Laird.

48 Seminary Lane. Pharaoh, New York.

Thanks, Joey. Take care of yourself.

Hey, guess what? You were a star today.

- That's bull. I was zero-kid today. - Why?

Do you know where Jesse is on Dragon Rider?

He got to the fifth dome last night, man. I can't believe it.

I can't get to the second dome

without some stupid-ass troll slave clobbering me.

Well, maybe Nintendo's not your forte.

Mom, it's not Nintendo. It's Sega.

Maybe you should focus on something else... like your homework.

Anyway, you were a star today.

The star of county court.

I told them my son called Louie Boffano the big SpaghettiO,

and it got a big laugh.

Louie... You're on that case?

Well, that's the one if they take me.

All right, she just picked up her kid at her babysitter's or something,

and we're going west on Ratner away from her house.

Well, thank you, Eddie.

Hey, stay with her.

I'm gonna check out her place.

Yeah, right.

You know, it wasn't just the old godfather that got killed.

They killed his grandson, too.

It made me start thinking about you and...

I don't know. I'm always talking to you about responsibility, right?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, so it wasn't such a good idea.

But it is a little bit exciting.

I need a little excitement.

Eddie, what's going on?

All right, I don't know where the fuck we are.

Looks like some kind of fucking whacked-out church or something.

Maybe she's some kind of religious freak.

Look, Vince, I think we ought to let this one go.

I mean, this whole thing, it just don't... Don't smell right to me.

Eddie, you're fussing.

She's at work. Relax.

Yeah, right. Whatever.

And, you know, anything in the Reporter Dispatch about the trial,

anything at all, you're gonna have to cut it out so I don't see it.

Mom, you don't read the papers, you use it to wrap stuff.

Whatever. Just do it.

And, you know, when the jury deliberates, I'll have to be sequestered,

which means I'll have to stay in a motel

and you'll have to stay with Mrs. Kolodny.

Mrs... Oh, shit! For how long?

I don't know. A week, maybe two, however long it takes.

- Mom, tell me you're kidding. - I tell you I'm not kidding.

Well, why? I mean, come on.

You just go in, you come back out and you say "guilty."

- Shh! Oliver. - What?

- Oliver. - Say, "Fry the sucker."

Come on, how long does it take?

I don't know, but do you think you can shut up?

- Six seconds? - Oliver.

- "Oliver." - Oliver.

And end the letter, "Sincerely, John Slivey.

Devotional Services Incorporated.

Books for the Soul."

Oliver?

Math.

Now.

Huh.

Mom, I've been thinking about this all night. You need to...

All right, she's walking towards the car with her kid.

Hey, Eddie, what do you think of her?

What do you mean, "What do I think of her?"

I don't think nothing of her.

Do you think she's sexy?

Come on, she's a fucking mommy.

Well, I think she's sexy, and smart.

This isn't your average mommy, Eddie.

I just think she's trouble.

Well, I think she's brilliant.

She makes sculptures that you can't see, that you can only feel.

Yeah, you want to get out of there? She's coming your way.

All right, they just turned into the driveway.

You better get the fuck out of there.

Oh, come on, for Christ's sake, get the fuck out of there.

They're going in the front door. Go out the back.

Vincent, what the fuck are you doing?

Oliver.

All right, they're going in the front door. You gotta get out the back.

Are you hearing me?

I don't want any of your horse crap.

Come on.

- I'm hungry. - What do you want?

Is there anything to eat around here?

Maybe a cockroach or two.

Mom, it's your duty to feed me.

- No, I'm sorry, can't do it. I'm busy. - What?

Beating your buddy at Dragon Rider.

All right, you turn on the machine and I'll call for pizza.

- What do you want on it? - Oh! Some sausage.

Sausage. Get out of my face!

Sausage isn't crap. What do you mean? Sausage is good.

No. Hi, yes, I'd like to order a large pizza, please.

- Use your ax. - Okay. Okay.

Turn around and go and get him.

Go, go, go... Die, you sucker.

Okay, you got him. Hit him again. Hit him again.

- Go. Go. - Again. Again. You won't hit him.

Don't let him get away. Get him again. Hit him again.

- Hit him again. Yeah! - I got him.

- I did it. - Okay.

All right!

- Okay. - You're getting hit.

Get him. There we go.

No.

- Chill out, Momba. - Okay. Okay.

Just raise your ax.

- Remember, I told you. - Right there. Yeah, yeah.

Okay, now don't get hit by the fist.

Hit him! You're just, like, gonna sit there.

You set me up.

Okay, I'm gonna get him. There we go.

You cannot run from the wrath of Momba!

The Momba!

- Hey, Lainie. - Hey, Annie.

- Is she here? - Yeah, she's coming right out.

His name is Mark Cordell. He's... Well, I don't know...

He's very polite, but he can be very intimidating. You know what I mean?

He knows his shit, Annie.

He does Alice Aycock, Christy Rupp.

He does not like the big-dick marble cowboys.

Anyway, he collects for himself,

but mostly for friends.

And I mean big, big collectors, honey, big, big shits.

Like...

Sato Makamoto.

Bidi Karamora.

My stuff's gonna go to Japan?

I don't know, just some of the names he mentioned.

- Wait a minute, you didn't ask who? - Of course I asked.

He gave me vague.