7th Heaven (1996–2007): Season 4, Episode 17 - Twelve Angry People - full transcript

Rev. Camden is called to serve as a juror on a murder trial. Once the deliberations start, he's surprised to discover that even though the defendant is obviously guilty, all the other ...

I'll talk to her.

And again, I'm very sorry.


It wasn't my fault.

Whose fault was it?

Sarah asked me to trim
her bangs, I didn't ask her.

That doesn't mean you
had to do it.

You know better than

to play with scissors
or to cut someone's hair.

I didn't think it was playing,
I thought I was helping her out.

Hey, a month ago,
you were practically

begging me to play with her.

Her mother says
she has a hunk of hair

sticking straight up
on top of her head.

We only have those round
scissors at school.

You can't cut hair
with those baby scissors.

If I'd had the pointy ones,

I could have done better.

You're missing the point.

You shouldn't have cut
Sarah's hair. Period. The end.

No excuses.
Oh, sorry.

I thought you wanted me
to give you an excuse.

No, I don't want any excuses.

I want you to go upstairs,
to your room and stay there

and think about this,
until you can...

Come up with a better excuse.

No, I don't want any excuses.

I want you to realize
that you did something wrong

and that there are consequences

to doing
something wrong.

I hate being cooped up
in my room.

How about if I
just pick up

trash on the highway instead,
like Mary did?

But I was supposed

to go down to Mrs. Hinckle's
house this afternoon.

I told her I would.

And now you have to tell her
that you can't.

And Mrs. Hinckle won't have
a visitor this afternoon.

You see how your actions
affect other people?

Even people outside
yourself and Sarah?

It's the punishment
that affects Mrs. Hinckle,

it's not my actions.

Just let Mrs. Hinckle know
you're not coming.

Oh, all right,
if that's what you want.

Yes, that's what I want.

And I want to hear a tone
in your voice

that's more respectful than
the one I've heard

this whole conversation.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry, really, I am.

I've just explained
the law to you

that you must apply
to the facts in this case.

That's my job as a judge.

Your job as jurors

is to determine
the facts in the case.

Who's telling the truth
and what really happened.

I'd like to thank you
in advance for the service

you are about to provide
to your community.

It's a little intimidating
deciding on a murder case.


It's just a big circus.

And even a bigger waste
of the taxpayer's money.

Everybody, take a seat please,
so we can get started.

This shouldn't take long.

How do you vote?

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Were we at the same trial?

If you don't mind my saying so,
I think we should finish voting

before we discuss it.

I think that's the way
it's usually done.

If that's all right.

Not guilty.


Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.
Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Eleven for not guilty,

and one vote for guilty.

Does the vote have
to be unanimous?

That's right.

It's gonna be a long day.

Great, now, I'll
probably miss

the first half of
the basketball game.

Did Dad call you?

Hello, to you, too.
And, no, he didn't.

But he did leave these for you.


Why do you need to work
at the church office, tonight?

Well, because John
and a bunch of guys

are at our apartment watching
the big basketball game.

Why can't you just work
here at the house?

I need to be somewhere

where there won't be
any interruptions.

I have my first assignment
in Statistics class

and I'm supposed to discuss

the role of statistics
in my chosen field.

Statistics in medicine.

Well, that shouldn't
be hard, should it?

Well, there's not exactly
in the textbooks anywhere.

Well, still, I'm sure you

won't have any
trouble with it.

And if you get spooky
down there,

you can always bring your
computer back home to work.

Spooky? At the church?

Alone, in a church,
all by yourself...

just you and God.

It'll be fun.

Fun how?


But do remember to leave
God's house

and your Dad's office
the way you found it.

Yeah, okay.

Is Dad home yet?

The trial was expected
to go to the jury today,

so, he may not
be home for a while.


You don't even know
what we want.

Whatever it is, it costs money.
And we don't have any money.

Well, after dinner
we just wanted to go down

to the Promenade and have
a cappuccino, that's all.

Just no,

or do we
get a reason?

Well, I can give you two.

One, I don't want you drinking
cappuccinos and two,

you don't have six bucks
to buy a cappuccino.

Dad would let us borrow
against next week's allowance.

That's why Dad's not

in charge of allowance.

You got to him last week, that's
why you have nothing this week.

I'd really love to know

how you two can spend
so much money?

Do you know how
much shampoo costs?

I know how much
the family shampoo costs

and you're welcome to use that.

Why don't you just buy
the brand of shampoo

that we use for
the whole family?

Well, I could do that,
but then I'd have to spend

about $30 bucks a week
on shampoo and, you know,

I don't have $30 a week
to spend on shampoo.

But if we can afford it,
surely you can.


Mom, it's just
a cappuccino.

No, it's not
just a cappuccino.

I don't know what it is, but
it's not just a cappuccino.

And when you feel like telling
me what it really is,

I'd love to hear it.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Deena's
parents cave in?


And she can come
over tonight, if
it's okay with you.

Oh, I don't know if it's
okay with me or not,

since your Dad's
not going to be home.

What difference does that make?

I may not feel like
chaperoning you two,

that's what difference it makes.

The twins missed
their nap this afternoon

and I'm just
really tired.

But you don't have
to do anything.

We're not going to do anything.

Honest, I'm not stupid.

I would never, ever,
give her another hickey again.

Not as long as I live.

Well, I hope not.



can't this wait
'till tomorrow night?

Must we all be punished

because Dad couldn't think of
a way to get off jury duty?

So, what are we
going to tell her?

Why tell her anything,
she's not gonna let us go.

Dinner's ready.

Have either of
you seen Ruthie?

Not me.

Well, I sent her to her room
an hour ago.

Um, she said
she was going

over to Mrs. Hinckle's.

Yeah, that was before
she was sent to her room.

The answer is still no.

But, what if we just

go down to the Promenade
and walk around?

I mean, it doesn't
cost anything

to stalk Lucy's
old boyfriend.

Which old boyfriend?

Andrew Nayloss.

I was just hoping
to run into him.

And Mary was hoping
to run into Robbie.

Oh, I didn't mean to!
Oh, Mom, she hit me first.

Well, which is it?
Who cares!

It hurts!
Ice, ice.


I'm begging you,
just for a little while.

Okay, fine, okay.
Just go find Ruthie

and tell her
I want to see her.

Where have you been?

I was over at
Mrs. Hinckle's.

Mom thinks she sent you
to your room.

She did, but first I had
to go tell Mrs. Hinckle

that I couldn't come over
because I was sent to my room.


Mom's looking for you,
and she's mad.

She was mad before
she was looking for me.

No, I think she's madder now.

Believe me,
she couldn't get any madder.

Oh, yes, I could.

Mary said you went over
to Mrs. Hinckle's house!

I did.

After I told you to go
to your room?

Yes, but I...

What part of "go to your room"

don't you understand,
young lady?

But, you told be to tell
Mrs. Hinckle

that I couldn't come over.

And since I didn't have her
phone number,

I had to walk over there
to tell her.


That was a mistake, wasn't it?

Bum-bum, bum, bum.

Bum-bum, bum, bum...

It's simple.

The defendant is a drug dealer.

The victim was a cop
who is trying to arrest him.

The defendant was trying
to get away,

and in the process,
he shot and killed the cop.

He's guilty.

I don't think
the prosecutor

proved the defendant
was a drug dealer.

She didn't have to.

He's charged with murder,
not drug dealing.

But I think it was a crucial
part of the case.

If he wasn't a drug dealer,

he wouldn't have shot
a police officer.

The bullet that
killed the victim,

came from the defendant's gun.

Yeah, and the police stole
the defendant's gun

a week before the shooting.

That's what the defendant said.

But why would
the police do that?

To frame him for this murder.

No, no, that's crazy.

Hey man, don't you read
the papers?

The cops plant guns

on innocent people all the time.

It was the defendant's gun!

Man, you just don't get it, man.
Wait a minute,

are you telling me that
you're all voting not guilty

because of a police
corruption scandal?

Man, open your eyes!

The police admitted
that they frame innocent men.

And shoot unarmed suspects.

And sell drugs.

Two officers admitted
doing those things,

but those two officers
don't even work

at the same station
where the victim did.

What makes you think

there are only two corrupt
cops on the police force, huh?

And so what if it wasn't
the same station.

How can you think that
the police who protect us,

that every last one
of them is corrupt?

So what you're really
saying is that,

you know the defendant
killed this officer.

But... you just don't care.

Looks like an
early spring, huh?

That would be nice.

Can I tell you a story?


A nephew of mine did
something stupid once.

He sold some drugs

and since he was on an
Army base when he sold them,

that made it a federal offense.

And after he
was convicted,

he asked me to come
to the sentencing.

So, I came
because I believe

in my heart that my nephew
is a very good person.

But the court
was backed up.

The judge who was assigned
to my nephew's case

was in the middle of
another case.

A Medicare fraud case.

These four white men

stole over three million dollars
from the government,

from us really.

So when it was my nephew's
turn to be before this judge,

he told them that he was sorry,

and he regretted
what he had done.

And the judge listened
to what he had to say,

but he sentenced
my nephew

to 15 years in prison.

I can't say that
that was wrong,

because my nephew
did sell those drugs.

I don't know why,

but after they finished
my nephew's case,

I decided to stay over
to see what happened

to those four
Medicare fraud men.

And do you know, they made
a deal with the government?

They returned less than half
of the money that they stole

and they spent no time in jail.

My nephew
left for prison

in an orange jumpsuit
and in chains.

Those four
Medicare fraud men

left the courthouse
with their wives,

dressed in expensive fur coats.

Now, I know,

a lot of nice white people
with good morals

don't realize how that makes
a black person feel.

Well, let's, uh...

let's get back to work

if everybody's
finished their dinner.

The only thing I know
for certain

about how it feels
to be Black in America...

is that I'll never know how
it feels to be Black in America.

That's a good place to start.


Just one question, does Dad
have any music at the church

besides the
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band?

Because as far as I can tell,
it's Nitty Gritty or bust.

What kind of music
are you looking for?

Oh, I don't know.

A radio?

One of those new fangled
CD players

or any music made after
I was born?

Is the quiet getting to you?

No, no, it's not getting to me.

I, you know, I'm fine.

I was just taking a break.

It's gonna get worse
before it gets better.


You should put
raw meat on it.

The only raw meat we have
in the house is tuna fish.

That won't help.

No kidding.

Tuna's not a meat.

You know, you owe me
and you owe me big.

So what do you want me to do?

Just name it and let me
get it over with.

I don't know.
I do.

What if I call Andrew Nayloss
and get you two back together?

We were never together really.

Then I'll put you together.
You want to be together, right?


So, I'll just
call him and say

that you're not the type to just
call a guy and ask him out,

and I'm doing it for you

'cause I hate to see you
so miserable without him.

No, that's no good.

It makes me sound like a loser.

So, tell me what you want
to say and I'll say it.

I don't know
what to say.

I like kissing him,

but I'm not even sure
if I want to date him.

What I had was better.

Do me a favor,
don't say anything.

Why don't you call Robbie for me

and just find out
what's going on with him?

You know, ask him if he's okay.

Stuff like that.



Because I don't care
what's going on with him

and I don't care if he's okay.

And you shouldn't either.

Besides, this is about
you owing me.

I don't owe
you anything.

It was an accident, you know?

There are no accidents.

Maybe you can get me
an iced tea or something.

I'm thirsty.

Does that pay you back?

For a black eye?

All right.

Just for the record,

I don't like
owing you like this.

I don't like my black
eye either.

Why is it always all about you?


I can't take it.

I'm going nuts,
you have to help me.

I can't help you.

You have to accept
the consequences

of your bad behavior,
just like I did.

Except this time,
I didn't do anything wrong.

Sarah asked me to cut her hair,
so she was wrong.

She shouldn't
have asked.

She should've
known better.

I was just helping a friend.

So why am I being punished?

I'll tell you why,
because I'm just like you.

How is that?

Because once you're labeled
as the bad girl,

there's nothing
you can do about it.

We've gotten ourselves
into trouble

a few times this year,

and now everything
we do looks bad

and we get punished for nothing.

Yeah, you may be right.

You know that's pretty good,
how'd you come up with that?

I've been locked
in my room for hours.

No visitors, no talking.

Yes, ma'am.


Did you think about
what you did?

Yes, but maybe I'd better
think some more.

Because you probably wouldn't
like what I've come up with.

If that peg is
supposed to be me,

I should be riding
in the front seat.

I thought I'd let you sit
in the back with the kids.

But I have your peg
in the front seat of my car.

If that's really
suppose to be me

and we're married,
I'd have my own car.

I mean, if you want
to be real about it.

Is there something
you want to talk about?


And you can either ride
in the back of the car, or walk.

I'm a peg.

I have no legs to walk with.

Then you've made your decision,
haven't you?

Did you want to talk
about something?

No, not me.

I'll just sit in the
back seat and keep quiet.

What took you so long?

Okay, don't be mad at me,

but I called
Andrew Nayloss.

You did what?

Don't worry, he wasn't home.

I just talked to his dad.

And you told his dad...?

That you were too shy
to call Andrew

so I'm calling for you,

so when he gets home,
please have him call.

And he said?
And he said

that he knows who you are,

and that Andrew has another
girlfriend now,

so, you know, you should
just leave him alone.

Because the girl
he's going with now

is a very nice girl that he
and his wife both approve of.

And even though Andrew
doesn't like her that much,

they like that he doesn't
like her because that means

the two of them won't
be making out all the time.


Oh yeah, and he added

that making out leads to sex

and Andrew isn't ready
for that yet.

He said that?

I can't believe
you called him,

and I can't believe
his father would say that.

Yeah, it's pretty bad.

Here's your ice tea.

I have something
I'd like to say.

Go ahead.

It's true that the judicial
system in America

has been racist in the past.

And maybe occasionally,

even more often
than that in the present.

Yeah, much more
than occasionally.

When that happens,
it's wrong.

I can understand
how people of color

could lose faith
in the system.

But, if any of you were voting
to acquit based on that,

I'm asking you
to rise above that.

The evidence

shows that the defendant
is the murderer here.

Can we...
can we take another vote?

All right.

How do you vote?

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.
Not guilty.

Not guilty.


Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.



How can you say that

when you know a black man can't
get a fair trial in America?!

I don't know
about every defendant,

but this defendant
had a fair trial,

and I believe he's guilty
and that's how I voted.

Oh, come on.

Why are you so much more
angrier than I am?

My generation suffered much more
racism than your generation.

I'm voicing the anger that his
generation wasn't allowed to.

And don't you tell me
I'm not allowed to be angry.

Racism is not a thing
of the past.

But don't you see,
if your generation is burdened

with all of that anger,
it will hold you back.

It would be your disadvantage
like segregation was ours.

I want your generation

to soar.

I want you to
take advantage

of every opportunity
we never had.

Think about this defendant,
the evidence of this trial,

the conduct of the attorneys
and the judge

in this court-- did this
defendant get a fair trial?

Is he guilty?

I vote guilty.

♪; ♪;


Welcome, everyone.

Welcome to the church of Matt.


You know what?

I don't care about the system.

I live in the same neighborhood
as the defendant.

I know what it's like
to grow up there.

I know how the cops
treat us there.

And I own a deli in
that neighborhood,

and I've seen how far
the police bend the rules.

You know, last year my
aunt from back east came

to visit my family.

The police stopped her
in that neighborhood

while she was driving
a rental car.

Why did they do that?


You know why,

DWB, driving while brown.

You may all find this
hard to believe,

but I dated a man of color once,

and he never got so much
as a parking ticket.

Yeah, maybe the cops

had a reason
for stopping your aunt.

Oh, yeah, they
had a reason.

She was a Hispanic woman
driving a BMW.

You know, they made her lie

face down
on that hot asphalt

for half an hour
just because her license plate

didn't match the car
she was driving.

It was a
computer error,

and they didn't even
apologize to her

when they let her go.

Sounds like those police
were wrong,

but this case isn't
about your aunt.

From what I've heard,
you gave that speech before.

Do you know what my aunt
does for a living?

I have no way of knowing.

She's a judge.

A Federal Judge.

And I have my MBA, but I bet
that the first time you saw me,

you wondered:

does he have
any gang connections?

Expectations is just another way
of saying prejudice.

But you don't know me.

Your expectations of me as
a white man are prejudice, too.

I mean, if you're voting
not guilty because of the wrong

that was done
to your aunt,

then you're just as bad
as those cops

who harassed your aunt,
don't you think?

No, I don't think so,

and quite frankly, I find it
offensive that you think so!


Hi, Mr. Nayloss,
it's Lucy Camden.

I think my sister Mary
called you earlier.

No, we're not interested

in changing
our long distance provider.


Please don't hang up.

It's me, Lucy,
the girl who went out

with your son
a couple of months ago.

Lucy Camden.

My sister Mary spoke with you
earlier this evening,

and you said that Andrew was
happy with his new girlfriend

and that's because they didn't
make out as much as we did.

And that he's not ready
to have sex, but, you know,

I'm not ready either.

And the thing is...

Hey, that's enough
of that sex talk, young lady.

What kind of phone company
do you represent?

I'm not with the phone company.

I'm a friend of Andrew's.

I'm sorry, I just wanted
to set the record straight.

Oh... you're that minister's
daughter, aren't you?

Yes, yes, that's me.

My sister Mary called
about me and Andrew,

and I called to assure you
that I don't want to have sex.

Look, I don't know what kind
of sick prank this is,

but you stay away from my son,
you and your sister.

You girls today are far too fast
for an innocent boy like Andrew.

What? Another ice tea?

Did you talk
to Andrew's father or not?

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.


I'm gonna get you for this.

For what? I didn't do anything.

Or maybe I did.

You have to hide me.

Oh yeah, I knew you'd be back.

Bad girls stick together.

Why are you wearing a hat?

I figured I did unto others,
so I'd do unto me.

Then Mom would
forgive me

and I'd be off the hook.

Not that I should be
on the hook,

but you know how that goes.

I had to do something.

Oh, no.

Did you think
you could hide from me?

Why are you all
in Ruthie's room?

I told her no visitors.

Did you cut your hair?

I was thinking about it.

But then I thought

I'd have to be crazy
to cut off all my hair.

Mommy, I just realized
something in your face.

I just realized

what Sarah's mommy's face looked
like when she saw her bangs.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean to
hurt anyone, honest.

I know you didn't
mean to, honey,

but the fact is, you did.

Sarah already felt
left out and insecure

and not so pretty.

Now she has
this big clump of bangs

that'll have to grow out.

It'll take weeks, even months.

Maybe I should ask Sarah if
she wants to cut my bangs.

Then we can have
bad hair together.

If she says yes, you'll have
a big clump of bangs

that'll have to
grow out, too.
I know.

Could you call Sarah's mom?

I think we can quit now.

I-It's pretty clear who's
the winner at the game of Life.

I want to play it out.
I don't.

I've ridden in the back seat,
been thrown out of a moving car,

been audited three times.

I've had enough.

Come on,
what's the matter with you?

What's the matter with me?

I'll tell you what the matter
with me is.

You bit me,

and because you bit me,
I've been stuck in my house

for weeks and subjected
to endless discussions

about teenagers and sex.

But you bit me, too,

and when we got in trouble,
I took responsibility for it.

It doesn't matter.

I still got punished for it.

But the punishment's over.

maybe so,
but I'm still mad at you.

I'm sorry.

Do you realize that's the first
time you've apologized to me?

You've apologized
to your parents

and to my parents,
but not to me.

But I thought we were
kind of partners

in crime, you know.

No apology necessary?


You know,

maybe I'm mad
at myself.

Maybe it's not
your fault.

Maybe it's not anyone's fault
but my own.

I'm guilty.

Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry to call so late, but
I-I thought it was important.

I-I'll have Ruthie call Sarah
tomorrow if, if that's okay?

Good night.


And now for our closing hymn,
a little traveling music.


Hello, Matt.

So, uh, what are
you doing here?

One of the
neighbors called.

She heard the organ
music, got worried.

Well, that was me.

Yeah, I get that.

You, uh, look good
in that robe.

Oh, uh, I, I spilled coffee
on my pants.

I was, uh,

using my Dad's computer
in the office.

I spilled coffee on my pants.

You said that.


So, I, I...

put on the robe.

Actually, I was just taking
a little break.

Yeah, I see.

Yeah, I better
be getting back.

I have a Statistics paper
to finish.

Does anyone else need
to know about this?

If you're not
from that neighborhood,

you can't understand
what things are like.

That defendant--

he's not just a defendant
accused of a crime to us.

He's our neighbor.

Our cousin.

He's some mother's son.

Tell us about
your business.

Just a corner deli,
nothing special,

but I'm proud of it.

You ever worry
about getting robbed?

Of course.

What if there
were no cops?

You said that the police
in your neighborhood

are sometimes too rough,
but what if there no police?

The defendant killed
a police officer

who was trying to arrest him.

If you refuse
to convict the defendant

for that murder,
what will the police

who protect you and
your business, what...

what will they think?

I worry about

sending the defendant
to prison.

If he's not in a gang already,

he will be once
he gets to prison.

You sympathize
with the defendant

because of his upbringing.

But you grew up

in that neighborhood,
you didn't become a murderer.

Maybe my family was stronger.

Maybe I had teachers who got

through to me.

It's not wrong that your
heart goes out to this man.

But we have to
remember the victim.

There have to be consequences.

The consequences have
to be a guilty verdict

and a prison sentence.

What about it, kid?

Let's step up and do
the right thing...

for the neighborhood.


I'm changing my vote, too.

So, Mr. Goody Two-Shoes,

think you're gonna save
the American legal system?

Well, you're not
changing my vote.

So, we might as well declare

a hung jury.

But, I just like
the defense attorney

better than the

I think he did
a better job

defending the case than she did
of prosecuting the case.

nothing we do

can bring back
the dead cop.

So what we do...
doesn't really matter.

Didn't you see the victim's
family sitting in there

during the trial waiting for us
to hold the defendant

for killing their son?

What you

and we do in here matters.

But we can't convict

if we don't
know the truth.

And everybody lies.

Cops, businessmen,

even presidents lie.

How can we
know the truth,

with so many liars
around all the time?

Well, that's what we
get to do in this room.

Say what the truth is.

I guess I just don't care.

That's how I feel.

You're both liars.

I think you're the biggest liars
in this courthouse.

You care
or you wouldn't

be so cynical.
You're just...

afraid to hope that you
might make a difference.

If you let a murderer go free,

you'll have to carry that guilt
for the rest of your lives.

I don't think that's

a mistake that either
of you can live with.

Do you really think one person
can make a difference?

If I didn't think that,

I couldn't get out of bed
in the morning.

I vote guilty.

The vote's eleven to one.

Today, you can
make a difference.

You can see
that justice is done.

It's all up to me, huh?

It's a big responsibility,
isn't it?

I think you're up to it.

Let's take another vote.

When's Daddy getting home?

He should be home soon.

Thanks for calling Sarah's mom.

She was very touched that you
offered to cut your hair.

I'm just glad she thinks
two wrongs don't make a right.

I was pretty scared.

Were you really going

to let me cut my hair?

Yes, I have to say I was.

I don't always believe
in an eye for an eye,

but this time...

Maybe when it came

right down to it,
I wouldn't of have.

Why do people
know something is wrong,

but they go ahead
and just do it anyway?

I don't know.

But I think that everybody
does the best they can

for whoever they are,
at each and every moment.

sometimes who they are

is a totally
unconscious person,

not thinking
about right or wrong

or the consequences
of their actions.

It's pretty complicated.

It's time for you
to get some sleep.

I'm going over
to Sarah's tomorrow.

Maybe we can stretch
her bangs out or something.

Sometimes when you
make a mistake,

it's best just to realize
that you've made the mistake

and leave it alone, you know?

Don't touch Sarah's hair.


Being good is a full-time job.

And I just dozed off
for a minute.

Actually, that's kind of

what I was trying
to say before.

Never mind.

Good night.

God bless.

Come on, you gotta admit,
it was pretty funny.

It wasn't funny.

I told Andrew's
nutty father

that I wasn't
ready to have sex.


it was kind of funny.

Why'd you do it?

I'm sorry.

I don't know what got into me.

It's just that
I suffered so much

for the bad mistake that I made
and it seems like

I have been paying off the night
I wrecked the gym forever.

And this was
an accident,

a stupid accident.
I didn't mean to hit you.

I guess I'm just

tired of paying penalties,
and I felt like having some fun.

You deserve that.

You deserve to
have some fun.

So that's why I
called Robbie tonight.

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

I figured you called Andrew,
so I called Robbie.


He wasn't home,
so I left a message.

What message? Repeat it exactly.

"Hi, this is Mary's sister,
Lucy, you remember me?"

Go on.
Oh, um...

let's see, oh, um...

"Just because you wanted

"to fool around with my
sister and just because

"she didn't want
to fool around

"doesn't mean
you're a totally bad guy.

So call her."

You didn't?

Okay, I didn't.

So, did you or didn't you?

I'm gonna clobber you
if you called Robbie.


Because I realize
he's not a good guy.

And I want a good guy.

And if eventually
he becomes a good guy,

that's great, but
in the meantime,

I'm gonna find someone
who I want to be with

that won't get me
in any trouble.

I can't take being
in trouble anymore.

I want out.

I want the freedom of
living a guilt free life.

I didn't call him.

You're disappointed?

Well, I kinda wanted
to call him back

and make that speech to him.

Need any help?

Oh, no, I've got
it, thanks.

Did you have a good time
with Deena tonight?

Not really.

Is everything okay
between you two?

Oh, yeah, everything's okay.

It's just that I'm
starting to realize

that life is, you know,
a lot of hard work.

And it would be a whole
lot easier if everyone

would just do the right
thing in the first place.

Well, none of us is capable

of doing the right
thing all the time.

Life's more
complicated than that.

Yeah, I'm realizing that, too.

When did life get
so complicated?

Simple wouldn't be
nearly as interesting.

You can make the numbers say
anything you want in Statistics.

The interesting thing
is whether or not

the statistic
affects you.

Let's take, for
example, the, uh...

the trial that your
dad is with this week.

Does it matter that only one

of all the thousands of people
that live in our area,

is a murder victim?

See, the numbers
almost make

one sound good.

But it's not good.

One matters.

When you get into
your medical studies,

you'll find the books
say that only one

in "x" number of children
is affected by autism.

My son is one.

Because he's affected,
so is my wife

and me... a whole lot
of other people.

As a doctor, the
statistics may help

with diagnosis,
or with finding a treatment.

But the statistics
that is most important

is the one statistic
you are working with:

your patient.

If a medicine only
helps one person

in a hundred to live,

this could be the person...

this could be
the person to live

and to have a better life.

You get it?

Yeah, I do.

It's a matter of what
truth, or whose truth

is represented
by the numbers.


Madam Forewoman?

Have you reached a verdict?

We have your honor.

How does the jury find?

We find the defendant, guilty.

The defendant is remanded

to custody pending

The jury is now dismissed

with thanks of this court

for the service
you provided.