Throughout the jury deliberations, very slowly the different jurors
TWO. What time is it?
ELEVEN. Ten minutes of six.
SIX. You don't suppose they'd let us go home and finish it in the morning. I've got a kid with mumps. . . . FIVE. Not a chance.
EIGHT [to TWO). Can't you see the clock without your glasses?
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EIGHT [to THREE]. They're waiting. [THREE sees that he is alone. He moves to table and pulls switch knife out of table and walks over to EIGHT with it. THREE is holding knife in approved knife-fighter fashion. THREE looks long and hard at juror EIGHT and weaves a bit from side to side as he holds knife with point of it in direction of EIGHT'S belly. EIGHT speaks quietly, firmly.] Not guilty. [THREE turns knife around and EIGHT takes it by handle. EIGHT closes knife and puts it away.]
THREE. Not guilty! [THREE walks out of
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