THREE (pleading). Listen. What’s the matter with you? You’re the guy. You made all the arguments. You can’t turn now. A guilty man’s gonna be walking the streets. A murderer. He’s got to die! Stay with me.
FOUR. I’m sorry. There’s a reasonable doubt in my mind.
EIGHT. We’re waiting.
(THREE turns violently on him.)
THREE (shouting). Well, you’re not going to intimidate me! (They all look at THREE.) I’m entitled to my opinion! (No one answers him.) It’s gonna be a hung jury! That’s it!
EIGHT. There’s nothing we can do about that, except hope that some night, maybe in a few months, you’ll get some sleep.
FIVE. You’re all alone.
NINE. It takes a great deal of courage to stand alone.
(THREE looks around at all of them for a long time. They sit silently, waiting for him to speak, and all of them despise him for his stubbornness. Then, suddenly, his face contorts as if he is about to cry, and he slams his fist down on the table.)
THREE (thundering). All right!
(THREE turns his back on them. There is silence for a moment and then the FOREMAN goes to the door and knocks on it. It opens. The GUARD looks in and sees them all standing. The GUARD holds the door for them as they begin slowly to file out. EIGHT waits at the door as the others file past him. Finally he and THREE are the only ones left. THREE turns around and sees that they are alone. Slowly he moves toward the door. Then he stops at the table. He pulls the switch-knife out of the table and walks over to EIGHT with it. He holds it in the approved knife-fighter fashion and looks long and hard at EIGHT, pointing the knife at his belly. EIGHT stares back. Then THREE turns the knife around. EIGHT takes it by the handle. THREE exits. EIGHT closes the knife, puts it away and, taking a last look around the room, exits, closing the door. The camera moves in close on the littered table in the empty room, and we clearly see a slip of crumpled paper on which are scribbled the words “Not guilty.”)