07x08 - Reasonable Doubt

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I've got the hang of it now.

Five-six—zero, paleontology.

- Five-seven-zero, life sciences.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, this Dewey decimal
system's really quite simple

once you understand
all the nuances.

Nuances?

Uh-huh.

I'm trying to expand
my vocabulary.

I'm still waiting to find out

the nuances of my
next assignment.

Although I've already

condensed the possibilities.

Oh, you've condensed, huh?

Yes, I know that God
sent me here for a reason,

so I've condensed the
list down to three people

who I think could use my help.

Then you're not
interested in hearing

that your actual assignment
is to get a library card?

- A library card?
- Yes.

- That's it?
- That's it.

- Why?
- Well, because

God asked you to do it.

That should be reason enough.

But, you know, to
get a library card,

you need a last
name and an address.

Well, allow me to suggest
a new word for today.

Improvise.

Excuse me, Rita.

I'd like to apply
for a library card.

Let me get this straight:

You volunteer at the library,

but you don't
have a library card?

Yes.

No, but I'd like to get one now.

Okay.

Monica.

M-O-N-I-C-A.

Last name?

Well, I... “Welleye?“

Sounds like a fish.

W-E-L-L-E-Y-E?

- Address?
- Home address?

Wherever you get your mail.

Oh, um... 11660 Front Street.

Boise, Idaho.

Uh, Rita, I think you've
switched the numbers there.

It's 11660, and
you've written 16160.

One, one, six, six,
zero Front Street.

Boise, Idaho.

There.

Congratulations.

You are now part
of the bureaucracy

of the state of Idaho.

Now, go away.

What do I do now?

Just wait a few days,

until the nuances
of this assignment

show themselves.

I can't do this,
Tess. I'm an angel.

So now you're an
angel on jury duty.

Why?

Because that's
where you're needed.

Getting your library card
just put you in the system.

You've got to stay in there.

Look at this.

Oh, my goodness.

Did this man do
what it says here?

I don't know.

Well, shouldn't I know that

if I'm going to be on a jury?

Nobody on a jury
knows the truth going in.

And a lot of times,

they don't know the
truth when it's all over.

Jury duty is very difficult.

It has to do with
facts and evidence,

not necessarily truth at all.

But I'm an angel.

I'm always about truth.

Yes.

That's why you have
to get on that jury.

♪ When you walk ♪

♪ Down the road ♪

♪ Heavy burden ♪

♪ Heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ And I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Every time, I tell you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Believe me, I'll
walk with you. ♪

It just seems that I could do

so much more as an
angel than I can as a juror.

Oh, I see.

Apparently, God didn't know

that he was
disrupting your plan.

Now, you listen
to me, Miss Wings.

Human beings are
always trying to get out

of jury duty, because they think

they've got something
better to do, too.

And that excuse doesn't work

most of the time for them,

and it's not going
to work for you at all.

You were called,
and you will serve.

It's important that
you are on that jury.

Yes, ma'am.

25 minutes past the hour.

How are you guys?
What did I miss?

Welcome back.

You went out of the country?

I didn't even
realize, till I saw the...

Where did you go?

New Jersey.

That is out of the country.

I went to the South
Pacific... Oh...

For Pete's sake.

Is real cream too much to ask

for people who are trying
to do their civic duty here?

Oh, I'm sorry, dude.

Do I look like a "dude" to you?

An old dude's
still a dude, dude.

Hello.

- Hello. I'm Monica.
- Uh, Carol Anne.

Honey, you've been buying
Pretty and Pure Cosmetics

from me for years.

Now, have I ever
steered you wrong?

Come on, come on.

No! Not 50 shares; 50,000.

You're going to bankrupt all
my clients before I can get back.

Books on tape.

You own or rent, Monica?

Neither, actually.

Oh.

You're still living at home?

Uh... Well...

nothing wrong with
that if it works for you.

When you are ready
to go out on your own,

just give me a call.

I am always available.

You want a house,
condo, apartment,

big, small,
short-term, long-term...

I get 'em all before they
go out on the listings.

Believe me, you do not get
into the Million Dollar Circle

unless you give
people what they want.

So... I see.

Morning, everybody.

When I call your name
here, just grab your things

and follow me.

All right.

Samantha Munson,

- Nicholas Withers...
- Yes.

Francis Bolaczek,
Carol Anne Larkin,

Monica Welleye...

Kevin Carter,

Young Shim Noh,
Peter Garfield...

Ladies and gentlemen,
the case you may be

asked to hear
is a capital crime,

m*rder in the first degree.

That means that
if he's convicted,

the defendant will,
at the very least,

spend the rest of
his life in prison.

He could receive
the death penalty.

Does this present a moral issue
that would prevent any of you

from rendering a fair
verdict in this case?

Good.

Because of the
nature of this case,

I'm going to let counsel
conduct brief interviews

prior to selecting this jury.

Who's first, Andrew?

Walter Titlebaum.

How are you today,
Mr. Titlebaum?

Old and cranky.

Not a fan of retirement, huh?

It wasn't my choice.

I made the rules when
I founded the company.

So you believe in rules.

You got to have rules.

Thank you, Mr. Titlebaum.

Are you married, sir?

48 years.

Takes a lot of work to
stay married that long.

What do you think "for
better or worse" means?

Have you ever hit your wife?

Never.

Thank you, Mr. Titlebaum.

Young Shim Noh.

That's Korean, right?

Yes.

I came with my family
from Korea 14 years ago,

but now I'm an American citizen.

Uh, forgive my ignorance,

but do I call you "Young"
or "Noh" or... what?

My name is Young Shim Noh.

Okay.

Have you ever been
on a jury before?

No.

I'm a descendant
of James A. Garfield,

the, uh, 20th president.

He was, uh,
assassinated, you know.

sh*t down in the
prime of his life.

Do you consider yourself
an expert on m*rder?

Well, an expert... Uh, no.

No, I-I just find the
subject interesting.

Who did it? Did they act alone?

What was the motive?

'Cause, uh, you know,
you got to ask the questions.

Have you ever been the
victim of a violent crime?

Have I?

No.

I have four children.

Three boys and a girl.

What would you do if someone
were stalking your daughter?

I'd do whatever it
took to protect her.

I don't know how I'd feel.

I've never actually had
a romantic relationship.

Are you anxious
to be on this jury?

Oh, yes.

I even got my own legal
pad so I could take notes.

Oh, that's very organized.

What do you do for
a living, Ms. Welleye?

Uh, I do volunteer work.

Exclusively?

- Yes.
- Do you have any other

source of income?

I'm supported
completely by my Father.

Good answer, baby.

And if this trial were
to go on for a while,

it wouldn't create
a hardship for you?

Oh, no.

I consider it a duty.

A calling, almost.

A calling?

Are you a... God-fearing person?

Fear of the Lord

is the beginning of
wisdom, you know.

Fear being a healthy
respect for, not terror of.

God, I mean.

Uh-oh.

Thank you.

I think we're going
to have to cut this one.

Well, you've still got one
dismissal you can use,

but there's only one juror
left in the pool to choose from.

Your Honor, we
accept Monica Welleye

as our 12th juror.

Tess, I didn't know that Brendan
could get the death penalty.

How could I ever make
a decision like that?

Render unto Caesar
that which is Caesar's,

and render unto God
that which is God's.

Which, in your case
does not mean, baby,

that God sends angels to court

to change the law.

He sends them to change hearts.

Okay.

We're ready.

Everybody, this way, please.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

the task before
you is a simple one.

Listen to the evidence.

That's all you've got to do.

Because the
evidence in this case

proves beyond any
doubt that that man

did willfully and maliciously
set fire to the home

of his former girlfriend
Elizabeth Bennet,

k*lling her in her sleep.

The State will provide
eyewitnesses to this crime.

Elizabeth's parents

will testify to the
terrible fits of temper

that Brendan Falstaff
exhibited towards their daughter.

We will present you
with physical evidence

tying that defendant
to this tragedy.

And we will offer you a motive.

The defense may
try to convince you

that it appeared as
if no one was home

when the fire was started.

It doesn't matter
that Brendan Falstaff

believed no one was home.

Elizabeth Bennet was there,

and she d*ed as a result of it.

And in Idaho, a death occurring

during the
commission of a felony

is m*rder.

Plain and simple.

Elizabeth Bennet d*ed in a fire.

That is a fact that
cannot be disputed.

That someone set that fire

also seems undeniably clear.

The only real question is:

Who set that fire?

The prosecution
will offer you hearsay

and circumstantial
evidence that will suggest

it might have been
Brendan Falstaff.

In point of fact, there
is nothing in their case

that positively identifies
Brendan Falstaff

as the perpetrator
of this terrible crime.

There is nothing
but a broken heart

offered as a motive.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Brendan Falstaff does
have a broken heart.

He's not particularly
charming, he's not very popular,

he's not even a Rhodes
scholar, but most importantly,

he is not a m*rder*r.

Miss Lange, call
your first witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The prosecution
calls Officer Jarvis.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

over the past six days, you
have heard the arguments

presented by both
sides in this case.

Now you must decide
what you believe.

If you believe the
prosecution has proven

beyond a reasonable doubt

that Brendan Falstaff
committed this crime,

then you must find him guilty

of first-degree m*rder
with special circumstances.

If, however, you feel the
prosecution has not proved

its case beyond a
reasonable doubt,

it is your responsibility
to bring back

a verdict of "not guilty."

I urge you to consider
your decision carefully.

And your decision
must be unanimous.

The life of this young
man hangs in the balance.

Bailiff, escort the jury
to the deliberation room.

This way, please.

Okay, right this way, please.

Sit over here.

So, there's a restroom
right through that door.

There's a thermostat right here

by the door you
just came in through.

And there's also a
buzzer if you need me.

Thank you.

Any questions?

- No.
- No, thank you.

If I were Brendan Falstaff,
I sure wouldn't mind

knowing there's an
angel in that room.

Brendan Falstaff is
not her assignment.

Her assignment is in there.

Are you all right, Carol Anne?

Uh, yeah.

Fine. I just need some air.

After a week in that courtroom,

the walls start to
close in on you.

Thanks.

Does it matter where we sit?

Well, why don't we just sit

in the same order
we did in the jury box?

Excellent. I'm ready
to rock and roll.

This is not a party. This
is very serious business.

Can we just get to it already?

I've got a house
closing tomorrow.

All right, well, we
have to elect a foreman.

Foreperson?

How about Carol Anne?

She's already
sitting at the point.

Well, does anybody object?

No.

Good, then. I-I accept.

All right, let's take this
vote and-and get out of here.

Everybody grab a piece of paper.

Write your vote on it

and stick it in that
basket down there.

Okay.

Thank you.

All right, um... Guilty.

Um, let's see here.

We have got a guilty.

Not guilty and a guilty.

And a guilty.

This says "quilty."

Now, I'm going to take that

as a misspelling
and not a suggestion

that the defendant
is warm and cuddly.

Not guilty, guilty,
not guilty, guilty...

and guilty. Okay.

That makes three
not guilties and...

one, two, three, four,

five, six, sew...
eight... guilties.

So who didn't vote?

What's the problem?

Excuse me, um,
why didn't you vote?

I abstain.

There goes your house closing.

You can't abstain.

You have to vote...
Guilty or not guilty.

That's the rule.

I'd like to talk before I vote.

I'd like to hear why everybody
voted the way they did.

I don't need to
justify my vote to you.

I'm not asking you
to justify it, Nicholas.

I'm just trying to
understand why some of you

are so sure that
Brendan Falstaff is guilty.

We can't let him get
away with what he did.

He's got to be
made an example of.

Don't think of him
as an example.

He's a human being.

He's a m*rder*r.

He deserves to die.

Don't we owe something

to the parents of that girl?

No.

We owe the state of
Idaho a fair decision.

That's what we're here for.

This is really very
simple, Monica.

Okay?

Brendan Falstaff
never had a girlfriend

before Elizabeth Bennet.

No surprise...
the guy's a freak.

Now, listen to this.

Um, she broke up with him.

He snapped.

He made a lot of threats.

He stalked her for a month

before he finally
lost it completely.

He filled up a gas can,

b*rned down the house
while she was sleep...

For heaven sakes, Monica,
he could've b*rned down

the entire block.

Right, and-and what
about the, uh, burn sports

where the gas was poured, huh?

What-what do
they call that? Uh...

- Pour patterns.
- Yeah.

They prove it was arson.

You're right.

There was an empty gas
can in the trunk of his car,

and the guy he bought
the gas from identified him.

That patrolman,
-Officer, uh... «Jarvis?

Yeah, he said he interviewed
everybody in the neighborhood.

But nobody saw anything
except that fellow...

Yeah, the neighbor.

The neighbor across the street

who testified he
saw Brendan's car

driving away from the scene.

It just seems like an...

an open-and-shut
case to me, that's all.

He's got nobody
to back up his alibi,

and he's got plenty of...
of motive and opportunity.

That's the way I see it.

She's right... there's
plenty of real evidence

to sink this kid, so
let's just go with that.

You see?

Most of you have made
up your minds already

before we've even
discussed this.

What is left to discuss?

Well, the... the
eyewitness, for one.

What, Gunderson? The neighbor?

What about him? Look, even if

everything else
is circumstantial,

Gunderson was an eyewitness.

He saw Brendan Falstaff's car

leaving the scene
just before the fire.

He saw it.

No, he said he saw
the license plate

and recognized it as Brendan's.

- There's no difference.
- Well, yes, there is.

How could he be sure
it was the license plate

when he couldn't even tell
you what kind of car it was?

Not everybody is a car person.

And you wouldn't
notice a license plate?

What color is a mailbox, Monica?

Excuse me?

U.S. mail box, what
does it look like?

It's tall, uh, kind
of boxy-shaped

with a curved top.

Ah, right, good,
and what color is it?

I don't know, uh...
red, white and blue?

- What is the point here?
- That people

notice different things
when they look at something.

Look, a casual observer
might be able to tell you

the shape of a mailbox,

but somebody who's
paying close attention

can also tell you the color.

Blue.

Well, a U.S.
mailbox is all blue.

Except for the logo.

That is right.

Of course it's right.

Gunderson was a busybody.

He loved sticking his nose
into everybody's business.

And he especially
watched the kid

because he didn't like him.

Yeah, but neighbors
like that are a real pain

until something happens.

Well, Brendan was always parking

his car out in
front of his house.

So he ought to know
what the car looked like.

Yes, but it was
very dark that night

and the car was
going so quickly.

How could he
possibly be that sure?

I can show you how.

How's it going in there?

I don't know.

Why don't you stick your little
angel head in there and see?

I can't do that.

That would be
interfering with the jury.

Lord, I'm going to
need a little help here.

They're buzzing for me.

Good. I'll wait right here.

Can I get you something?

Yeah, a dry-erase board, please.

- All right, coming right up.
- Uh, excuse me.

A moment of your time?

Nothing personal, you know.

I... I wasn't trying to
make a fool of you.

I don't feel like a fool.

It's just this case
is such a classic.

What do you mean?

Well, I read a lot
of m*rder mysteries.

Listen to them
on tape, actually.

If this kid was innocent, I'd
have sniffed it out by now.

What you writing?

Oh, just a list of things
to do when this is over.

I could never be that organized.

Yeah, never used to be.

Learned it from my husband.

Excuse me.

I hate this.

Finding the truth isn't
always easy, Carlos.

I think we're punishing
the wrong person.

Yeah, I'm not sure
that Brendan Falstaff

is guilty, either.

I think he is.

But didn't you vote not guilty?

Yes, but how can I condemn him

when I think the parents
are the ones to blame?

They raised him that way.

You have children
of your own, Carlos.

Would you blame yourself

if one of them
committed a crime?

Yes.

You know, I'm not convinced
that Brendan is guilty,

but if you are, even if it
conflicts with my own belief,

I have to say that
the court has asked us

to judge Brendan,
not his parents.

Hi. Where do you want this?

That's okay.

It's all right. I
got it. Thanks.

We can do this,
people. Time is money.

I don't think
that's true, Kevin.

Time can be a lot more
valuable than money.

Well, we agree on
something, Monica.

Elizabeth Bennet
could've been a millionaire,

it wouldn't have
bought her another day.

Okay, so the lady is wondering
how anybody could read

the license plate of
a car that's speeding

down the street late
at night. Am I right?

- Yeah. Right. -Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Well, if this is the
witness's house

and this is the victim's house,
and "X" is the speeding car

and "0" is the witness,

then it goes something
like this, all right?

"X" is speeding down the street.

"0" looks out the window
because he hears something.

Now, he can't make out the car

because the only street light

is down at the other
end of the block.

But... the car has
its headlights on,

so there's a light on
the license plate, right?

Now, here's the beauty part.

Our neighbor, witness "0,"
lives closest to the corner,

so, as "X" is speeding
down the road,

he has to slow down in
order to make the turn.

So that's when he
sees the license plate.

Touchdown. You got it.

I can't see any
flaw in that logic.

That answers my question.

Good. Let's take another vote.

Um, we can save time
with a show of hands,

so everybody voting
guilty, raise your hand.

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten,
eleven... Eleven.

The judge said that if we
had a reasonable doubt,

then we had to vote not guilty.

What possible doubt is left?

I'm not sure exactly, but...

If you're not sure,

then that's not reasonable.

Look, Monica, you're doubting

because you're afraid of
what convicting him means,

and if the death penalty
frightens you that much,

why didn't you just
disqualify yourself?

Why are you even on this jury?

Look, I'm not sure why
I'm on this jury, Carol Anne,

but as long as I'm here,

I'm going to make sure
that justice doesn't suffer

because you have to be some
place tomorrow at a house closing.

I'm warning you, Monica,

there will be justice
done here today,

come hell or high water.

I am warning you.

Yes, he's upstairs.

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet.

My name is Tess, and
I've been watching the trial.

If you're another reporter,
we have nothing more to say.

Oh, no, no, I'm not a reporter.

I just wanted to say
I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

You've had a
very difficult time.

Is there something you need?

I need that boy to
pay for what he did.

I am not trying to be difficult.

It just comes
naturally, does it?

If Brendan didn't do it,

- who did?
- I don't know for sure,

but her father owned
the house, didn't he?

The parents had recently
moved out, and she moved in.

What if someone was
actually trying to hurt her father

and didn't know that
Elizabeth lived there?

That's quite a stretch.

Perhaps, but it's
not unreasonable.

I'm sorry.

Brendan Falstaff
started that fire.

I don't know how you
can all be so certain.

Come on, Monica.

We judge other
people constantly.

It's all about instincts.

I wouldn't want someone's
instincts to decide my future.

Other people depend
on mine every day.

You think there's some kind
of Magic 8 Ball that tells you

whether the market's
going to go up or down?

No, life is not that simple.

It's all about taking risks.

You can't take risks
with someone else's life.

What if Brendan Falstaff
is telling the truth, huh?

I mean, what if he
really ran out of gas

and he walked to the gas station

and filled up the
can and went back

and put the gas in the car?

He was trying
to create an alibi.

The gas station
attendant saw Brendan,

but he didn't see Brendan's car.

If he ran out of gas
where he said he did,

he'd have to walk
through Fletcher Park

to get to that gas station.

Yes.

Nobody walks through
Fletcher Park after dark.

Yeah, at least not
live to tell about it.

- But he didn't have a choice.
- No, he had a plan.

This is not a
mystery novel, Peter.

This is a real person.

Look, this guy's
some freaky loner dude

who finally creeped
out the only girl

that ever gave
him the time of day,

and he totally pulled a Carrie.

The movie.

Wigged out and
started k*lling people.

Everybody, look.

Brendan Falstaff was
heard making threats

against Elizabeth Bennet
and her family for weeks.

The night Elizabeth d*ed, he
bought gasoline at midnight.

Right, four miles
from her house.

He follows the speed
limit, he gets to her place

in about six minutes at 12:06.

And that gave him four minutes
to pour the gasoline around

and start the fire

before Mr. Gunderson
saw him drive away at 12:10.

Yes, the fire was
reported at 12:15,

and Brendan Falstaff
arrived at his home at 12:20.

It all fits.

What are you doing there?

I'm checking the market.

You're talking to somebody?

- Yeah, a broker in my office.
- That's against the rules.

You can't talk to
anyone out there.

Are you trying to
cause a mistrial here?

I'm not discussing the case.

Doesn't matter! You
shouldn't be doing that!

Fine.

I'll put it away.

Great. We put in all this time,

and now it's going
to be a mistrial.

No.

No, there can't be a mistrial.

Doesn't have to be a mistrial

if he didn't talk
about the case.

- Which I didn't.
- Why should we believe you?

Because I told you
the truth, that's why.

- And how can we be sure of that?
- What are you trying to say?

Everyone at the trial swore
they were telling the truth,

but not everyone could
be, so who do we believe?

We believe the evidence
if that's all we've got.

Obviously, Monica,
you don't realize

that some people are just evil.

And Brendan Falstaff
is one of those people.

Now, you can ask as
many questions as you like,

but the truth of the matter
is the prosecution presented

a solid case with real
evidence to back up their claims,

and the defense didn't.

I just wanted to be sure.

Well, are you sure now?

Good. Okay, um,
let's take another vote.

Everybody, make
out a new ballot.

- Hey, Bob, how's it going?
- Okay.

You still here working
on that m*rder case?

No, it's just a traffic thing.

I testified in the
Falstaff trial last Monday.

- How'd it go?
- Okay.

Went to jury this morning.

Tell them about
the guy who saw him

putting the gas in the car?

No. The only guy that
can prove that kid innocent

is a homeless Wino
that the judge won't allow.

Welcome to the
criminal justice system.

What's going on in there?

I don't know.

It's awfully quiet in there.

Maybe they're taking a vote.

Well, you go in
there and stop it

until I can speak to Monica.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

I just found out the truth.

Now, you go in there or I will.

No.

And give me one good reason why.

Because I have an
assignment here, too.

- Who?
- You.

- Me?
- You.

- Me?!
- You!

Send it down here.

Monica, there's a five-yard
penalty for delay of game.

Just do it already.

Don't pressure the girl.

She has to be allowed to vote
her conscience. That's the rule.

I just need a moment, please.

Carol Anne, I've been
meaning to tell you,

that is a beautiful ring.

Oh, thank you.

Um, my husband
found it for me in Mexico.

Father, please help me.

I don't know what to do.

Please.

How can there be
justice without truth?

Please, show me.

Well, something tells me
we've got at least 11 guilties.

Make that... ten
guilties and one "quilty."

You going to let us finish
this now, or we going to have

to learn how to live
on ten dollars a day?

Thank you for waiting.

No problem.

Where's your ballot?

Actually, could we all
just take another vote?

Why? I mean, we haven't
even tallied this one yet.

Please, indulge me for a moment.

I promise it'll
make a difference.

Okay, well, it better.

Uh, listen, everyone, I'm
going to throw these ballots out.

Make another one.

All right, before
we pass them in,

I'd like to say something.

No! Enough.

Carol Anne, we really
don't have a choice.

Do you remember
what a difficult time

Mr. Gunderson had trying to read

Brendan Falstaff's
license plate in court?

The dude was a raw nerve.

Who could blame him?

No, I think it was
more than that.

Peter, would you mind, uh,

writing Brendan Falstaff's
license plate number

up here for me, please?

- Why me?
- Indulge her, please.

I watched you as you filled
out the ballot a moment ago.

You were very
careful, very deliberate.

You mouthed the
letters as you wrote them.

A woman I work
with in the library

does the same thing,

and Mr. Gunderson
did the same thing

when he read out the
license plate numbers

from the scrap of paper

he said he wrote it
down on that night.

- Peter, please.
- All right, what's the number?

53225.

SS... 225.

Wait a second, you switched

the "S" and the two.

You're the one
who wrote "quilty."

Yeah, well, I'm, uh...
I'm a little dyslexic.

Sometimes letters look,
uh, backwards to me.

Wait a minute, are
you saying you think

Gunderson's dyslexic, too?

That doesn't prove anything.

Mr. Gunderson

saw a car pulling out of a spot

where Brendan always parked.

He assumed that it
was Brendan's car.

Zack, could you help me, please?

Yeah.

Could you, uh, roll the board

really fast around the room?

Peter, I want to see if
you can, uh, read this.

This is ludicrous.

I can't see it.

Thanks, Zack.

I don't believe that
Gunderson could, either,

but he'd already decided

that he'd seen Brendan's car,

so he told the police
the license plate number

that he'd called them
with so many times before.

That's right.

He had that car
towed a hundred times.

He didn't see the
license plate number.

He remembered it.

Gunderson's testimony
is the only thing

that tied that kid to
the scene of the crime.

What about the gas can?

Maybe he did run out of gas.

Everybody heard
him make threats.

You threatened me an hour
ago, but I'm sure you didn't mean it.

I used to thr*aten
people all the time

when they used
to make fun of me.

Yeah, and I wanted to deck them,

but, uh, I started
playing football instead.

Well, Brendan Falstaff
didn't play football instead.

He k*lled somebody.

Maybe he didn't.

Well, when you

put it all together, it
does make you wonder.

And that, my friend,

is what they call
reasonable doubt.

Nice job.

No, no, I won't let this happen.

I know he's guilty.

You can't change your minds.

- Carol Anne.
- No, just...

Just stop talking, Monica!

It's all your fault.

Get out of here.

These fell from your book.

So what?

They all say the same thing.

"For Tim."

Who's Tim?

It's none of your
business, Monica.

What difference does it make

what's scribbled
in my day planner?

We have a chance to
do something right here.

We can convict a
m*rder*r, and you're...

you're running around
playing word games

and-and reading
people's private notes.

Why are you so determined
to convict Brendan Falstaff?

Why? Don't you read the papers?

Don't you see what's happening?

People are getting
away with m*rder.

Somebody drops a
match and lights a fire,

somebody leaves a
g*n out that a child finds

and pulls the trigger,
somebody leaves

a gate open and a baby
falls into a swimming pool,

somebody drives by a restaurant

and fires a g*n just for fun

and kills the only
person you ever loved.

Like Tim.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Like Tim.

I'm so sorry.

Well, don't take this
the wrong way, Monica,

but so is everybody else,

and it really doesn't
seem to help.

Nobody has any idea
what this has been like.

God knows what you've
been going through.

He has done enough.

Trust me.

Carol Anne, you can't
blame God for... No.

Don't you dare make
excuses for God.

Don't you dare.

I don't want to hear
any more excuses.

The police had an excuse

for not finding my
husband's m*rder*r.

It was random.

Nobody saw the
car; it was too dark.

Nobody heard the
g*n; it was too noisy.

Everybody has an excuse.

Nobody has an answer.

Where's the justice, Monica?

Somebody's got to be judged.

Somebody has got to be
punished. Someone has to pay.

You cannot punish
Brendan Falstaff

for the crimes of another man.

Vengeance won't honor the
life you had with your husband.

I loved him so much.

I still do.

Listen to me, Carol Anne.

Timothy still loves you, too.

It's okay.

Don't be afraid.

I'm an angel sent by God.

The Almighty God
who overcomes death

and right now, this moment,
holds your beloved Timothy

safely in the palm of His hand.

Timothy?

God loves you, too, Carol Anne.

He understands the pain,

the grief, the anger that
you feel for the world,

for God, even for yourself.

No.

He can't, Monica, because,

see, it-it was my fault.

I wasn't sure the
car was locked,

so Tim went up to the
parking lot to check.

That's the only
reason he was there.

Now you see?

I wasn't sure.

Reasonable doubt...

k*lled my husband, so I, uh...

I won't allow reasonable
doubt in my life anymore.

I can't.

God gives us the benefit of
reasonable doubt every day.

Won't you give it to yourself?

Life is full of
what-ifs and if-onlys.

It was not part of God's plan

that your husband would
die that night... not at all...

But it was God's plan

that Timothy would
spend eternity with Him

whenever his life on
this earth was over,

and Tim knew that,

and so his passing was
not a sad thing for him,

only for you.

God and your husband

want so much for you to
rejoice in Tim's new life,

and they want you to begin
to live again in this one,

but that begins
with forgiveness.

You looked for blame
in a terrible tragedy

and found only yourself,

and then you tried and
convicted yourself for the crime,

but God has thrown
out your verdict.

And that's the truth,

and the truth is
setting you free.

It's... it's just not that easy.

Yes, it is.

A lot of this
proceeding has been

about people seeing
what they wanted to see,

even at the
expense of the truth.

Mea culpa.

I didn't want to see
reasonable doubt

for reasons I-I don't
need to go into now,

but I was wrong.

I'm, uh... I'm seeing
a lot clearer now.

So, um...

I think we ought to
take another vote.

We find the defendant,
Brendan Falstaff...

not guilty.

No! No!

No, he's guilty!

That's crazy!

Somebody has to pay!

He's guilty.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

thank you for your time

and careful
consideration of this case.

You are excused.

Brendan Falstaff,

inasmuch as you have
been found not guilty,

you are hereby released
without condition.

Court is adjourned.

Congratulations.

It's okay. I know.

MRS. BENNET He has to pay.

I know just how she feels.

Maybe you'll have
a chance to tell her.

Excuse me.

My name is Carol Anne.

I really would
like to talk to you.

Please.

All right.

Thank you.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

I've decided what
tomorrow's word will be.

Tessaphile.

- Tessaphile?
- Mm-hmm.

Someone who
really, really loves you.

That's a good word.

That's a worthy word.

It is not, however, a real word.

Yes, it is. I made it up.

I like it, and we're
going to keep it.