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Ladies and gentlemen, this court has
been waiting for a verdict for two days

is now concerned about the length of
your deliberation.

Will the foreman please rise and give
the court an account of your progress?

The jury now stands 11 to 1 for
conviction.

How long have you been at this count?

Since yesterday afternoon.

Do you believe that you can reach a
verdict?

I'd like to think so, Your Honor.

Thank you very much. You're excused.
Will you please continue your

We found ourselves a believer.

Your Honor.

Mr. Ward?

In my opinion, the jury has had adequate
time to reach a decision.

I submit that this jury is hopelessly
deadlocked, and I request that they be

discharged.

Your Honor? Save your energy, Mr.
Turner. I won't allow it.

I feel justice will be better served if
we allow the jury a little more time.

How much time does the court require?

I hope you get them home by Easter.

Another comment like that, Mr. Ward, and
they'll be home long before you are.

My apologies, Your Honor.

24 hours.

If they're written a verdict by noon
tomorrow, I will discharge the jury.

Court is recessed.

There always has to be one maverick.

That simple? Of course.

The judge played it the right way.
Another day in that jury room and he'll

around.

See you later, Bob.

You don't think it's that simple?

Compared to a combination of Harry
Barbosa and Everett Ward, the Rosetta

and his mother Goose.

The bailiff.

Please give this to Mr. Ward.

Yes, sir.

All right, Mark.

What was that, a poison pen, no?

Barbosa never plays unless he has house
odds. He doesn't have none. I did 11 -1.

Oh, I think they're in his favor.

I think he bought that job.

Oh, come on, Chief. How are you going to
prove that?

I don't know.

I only have 24 hours to do it.

Seven men and five women in that jury.

Locked up and unavailable.

Any attempt to question him is out.

He's only 24 hours.

What do you think, Mike?

I think 24 hours without sleep.

Catnaffs will be alive.

Right side.

Yes, sir. Our witness heard a news
bulletin about the hung jury.

He's climbing the walls.

I can imagine.

All right, I'll drop over there.

And Ted, is Eve with you?

Mm -hmm. Talk to her?

No. I just want both of you to wait till
I get back. And cancel any plans you

have for the people. Chief, you're not
taking us to dinner. What are you doing?

Do you have a date tonight?

No.

You do now.

Who is it?

Irontide.

Come in, sir.

All right, Kirby, come out of there.

What are you doing to me? What are you
doing?

Settle down.

Settle down.

You're going to get me killed and all
you've got to say is settle down. I

promised you protective custody and
you're getting it. Sure.

You made a lot of promises.

Immunity, protection.

And that if I testified that I fixed
Harry's books, he would be sent up for

sure. The jury is still out. They should
have been out and back in five minutes.

You know what's going on as well as I
do.

There's been a payoff. I'm working on
that. Sure.

And you'll still be working on it
tomorrow when the judge pulls the plug.

there'll be a retrial.

Not with me, they won't.

Our deal was for one song and out, and
I'm holding you to it. We'll continue

your protection.

How?

By keeping me locked up in here, by
moving me around, I am leaving the

And you are helping me to do it. That
was our deal.

It doesn't go into effect until that
jury reaches a verdict.

All 12 of them?

Investigate the whole jury?

I think we can cut the number of
suspects down to a way more reasonable

How reasonable?

I don't know. Four has a nice feel to
it. It sounds like you have some leads.

leads. Observations.

A trial is kind of an elaborate tug -of
-war over the jury.

Now, if you think of it that way, it's
interesting to watch the faces of the

jurors and see how they react to
arguments.

During the trial, I picked up a few who
seemed to be unusually disinterested.

Neither the DA nor Everett Ward seemed
to be scoring too heavily with them.

Here you are.

Thomas Molina, Samuel Kramer, Leonard
Sager, Howard Vinson. Tell me again.

But let's see if it leads anywhere. My
suggestion would be to start by looking

for some financial discrepancies.

Yes, tax records.

Something that would show us if one of
those men would be susceptible to a

bribe.

Ironside?

Yes, Mr. Ward.

I'll be happy to explain.

I can be over there in ten minutes.

Now, there's a ticket I thought I'd
never cash.

A little rash, but very intriguing.

In case you haven't heard, there are no
sure things.

I agree, but sometimes the odds can be
bent a little.

Is this your way?

I have a touch of larceny in you.

With most people, it seems to be just a
matter of degree.

It's a lucky piece.

Are you always this oblique? To the
point, then.

I'm talking about jury fixing.

In case you haven't heard, Counselor,
that's a felony.

Nice change of pace.

Could have been a good trial lawyer.

Coming from you, that's a compliment.

Okay, you have my full attention.

And you have my opening remark.

Comes close to being an accusation.

Nothing personal.

Statement of fact. Backed by evidence?

No.

Personal conviction.

Come on, Chief. Opinions are
inadmissible. You know that.

Well, then, let me put it to you this
way.

Would I be here now if you didn't have a
few suspicions of your own?

Another quarter with two heads? How do
you figure that? You realize that trying

to prove jury tampering while they're
still deliberating would give me a good

chance to move for a mistrial? I don't
expect your sympathy, just your

cooperation.

I'm gambling that you play by the rule
that I play to win.

And your little note suggested to me
that you might be willing to stick your

head inside the muzzle of a very big
cannon.

So I'd be more than willing to help you
explore this preposterous theory in the

hope that you might step out of line.

And when you do, Chief, I'll pull the
lanyard on you. That's quite graphic.

I'll keep it in mind.

Now, uh... How can I help you?

One thing puzzles me.

Average age of the jury is about 40.
Mostly conservative. Not the kind of

you would expect to be lenient toward a
nationally prominent racketeer. The

juries can be deceptive, especially when
you judge them in terms of background

and appearance.

There are better ways.

All right, educate me.

Well, it gets pretty involved.

But most of the reasons come from the
investigative reports. You hired

detectives to look into their
background?

Barbosa hired them. I got the reports
later.

Make any attempt to substantiate the
facts?

There is nothing in the report to
indicate that there was a weak man on

jury.

I'd like to see them.

Well, it gets into a tricky area. It
might be described as privileged

communication between client and
attorney. They're from a detective

Barbosa. Aren't you leaning a little
heavy on a slender technicality?

I know you care how you win your cases.

This could be the beginning of a good
high -stakes game.

That's the best kind.

Thank you.

I'll be in touch.

Barbosa protected certainly did a
thorough job.

Even investigated the alternates. Yep.

Covered everybody right down to their
wisdom teeth.

Interesting that Barbosa had the job
done rather than Ward.

Yeah.

So they sat all of those and dropped the
originals off at the lab.

Then go through the copies and check out
anything that looks even vaguely like a

lead. Why the life report?

You want to find one juror out of 12 who
can be reached. You hire detectives to

research their backgrounds.

You find something which might give you
some leverage, but you don't want

anybody else to know about it. Still,
you have to give the reports to your

attorney. Now, what would you do?

Alter the report.

Strange you should mention that. Same
thought occurred to me.

All right, Mark.

Let's go.

Just fixing up for lunch.

I said catnaps, not meal breaks.

Where will you be?

In the lion's den.

You must be insane.

We finally get Barbosa for milking union
pension funds, and now you want to give

him an out.

You're being sandbagged. Can't you see
that?

I've already explained that it was my
idea.

Sure. Until Barbosa found out you were
going to start poking around.

Then he turned his million -dollar
lawyer loose on you.

Bob, you're going to end up blowing this
case. We're on the edge of a mistrial

anyway. If I can establish that one of
the jurors has been reached, then an

alternate juror can take his place. That
would be the procedure, wouldn't it,

Your Honor? Exactly.

And if you can't prove your case, Ward
will ram this investigation right down

throat and your neck will be out of
my... If it's my neck we're talking

I'll decide whether or not to risk it.

Your Honor, tell him.

Not my province, Bill.

Listen, Bob, I know juries. I've seen
situations like this a dozen times.

The last holdout is usually some poor
guy trying to be the life of the party.

After he's had his fill of being the
center of attention, he changes his

And we get our conviction.

I've seen it happen.

I want all of your jury records plus
your personal evaluation of each juror.

Good luck with that one. It's against
the law to withhold evidence.

This is an official investigation.

When did that happen? Just now.

I want that information, Bill.

Okay. We'll play it your way.

You want my evaluations? I have none.

You want my record subpoenaed? I'll have
a subpoena in your hands in less than

an hour.

Your Honor.

Legally, I have no grounds to restrict
this investigation.

But if you mishandle it, I'll hold you
in contempt of court.

I don't want to hear about anybody
except Kirby.

I got a tip. He's over in a motel near
the Presidio.

Frank's nosing around.

Find him by tomorrow afternoon.

You want to hear about Ward?

I saw Ironside hand him something in
court this morning, so I had one of the

boys keep an eye on him.

Ironside paid him a visit.

Anything else?

No, they were together for about a half
an hour.

Ironside came out with a file.

Those reports we had on the jury.

That bulldog.

It's like he's got an old shoe.

He's been chewing on me one way or
another for ten years.

You put the heat on Ward, that'll throw
Ironside off.

You'll get 30 grand a year, Norm.

Stop giving me 30 -cent ideas.

I hired Ward because he was
incorruptible. I can't change him now.

Harry, that bulldog is going to tear
those reports apart word by word. Now,

going to find something wrong for sure.

I know.

I was just thinking of helping him.

What did the DA say about Thomas
Molina's construction business last

20 housing stars. Hardly what you call a
deprived cat.

The same thing as Mr.

Ward's report.

All four people you listed in court are
pretty plain, Chief. What do you expect?

Red flags? It's in there somewhere.

Benson is a partner in a stockbroker
insurance. That doesn't look too likely.

Molina is a building contractor.

Sager is an insurance executive. And
Cranmer is a commercial pilot.

Just about all the facts tally between
Ward's reports and the ones you

subpoenaed from the D .A.

These four guys are financially
independent.

Larceny strikes at all environmental
levels.

I've been told that even I have a streak
here and there. Oh, no, not at all,

Chief. It's just that you don't lose
many dinner bets.

True.

I have the lab report. You were dead
right, Chief.

Three of them were written on a
different typewriter. Now we're getting

somewhere. That's pretty thin. There
could be a dozen reasons why two

typewriters were used.

And how many reasons for Howard Benson
and Thomas Molina being on that list and

my own?

Thomas Molina?

Howard Benson.

Excuse me. Have you seen Mrs. Molina
today?

She isn't home?

No.

Well, then I don't know where she could
be.

We're not the nosy neighbor type.

Do you know if she has any close friends
in the neighborhood?

Oh, sure.

Start at the end of the street. She's in
card clubs, coffee clutches, all over

the block.

She could be anywhere.

Personally, I think a woman's place is
in the home.

Yes. Well, thank you. Yeah.

Oh, one thing more. Yes?

What time is your mail delivered?

Around one.

Thanks again.

I found the postman. He delivered mail
so Mrs. Molina was home until at least

one.

Eve, she's our only link to Molina.
You've got to find her. No luck with the

neighbors. I checked the private school
where the children go.

Her sister took them out before class.

Any explanation?

No, but I'm on my way to see her now.

Good. How's Ed doing?

Last I heard, his luck is running way
above average.

Sergeant Brown, she's still there?

Couldn't get me to leave now.

I'm listening.

I'm just looking.

Keep your mind on business.

Would you do the same, please, Laura?

You intrigue me, Sergeant.

Glad to hear it.

I was under the impression that Cox had
flat feet and smell of garlic.

Laura.

Why don't you go reload your camera or
something? I need a break.

Look, I don't want to get you in any
trouble.

Don't mind him. He'll do better after he
stamps his feet a few times.

Now, where were we?

You said you were engaged to Howard
Benson.

For a while.

I gave the ring back.

He's a sweet guy, but I thought we
couldn't cut it together.

Look, I don't want to crimp things for
him.

He's not in any kind of trouble, is he?

Just a routine investigation.

He used to be a lot of fun.

A stockbroker that likes to surf.

Now that is a rare combination, you
know?

Then he started to sour up little
things, but he was just a different guy.

long ago was that?

It happened gradually over the last
couple of months.

He didn't want to go out anymore, do
things, you know.

Do you happen to know if he was in any
kind of financial difficulty? You're

kidding.

The ring was five carats and a perfect
cut.

Ten percent down can buy a lot.

I suppose.

Well, what about serving on the Barbosa
jury? Did Pence never talk about that?

I'm beginning to smell garlic, Sergeant.
I need these answers, Miss Harwood.

He resented it at first when he was on
the jury list.

Would have interfered with business.

But then he got sort of caught up in the
idea. You mean he wanted to serve on

the jury?

Yes. Oh, I remember he even broke a date
with me to go to his doctor.

He wasn't feeling well and he was afraid
he might be excused.

Now, was that before or after he was
impaneled?

I don't know. It was right around that
date.

I think that's all I want to tell you,
Sergeant.

Just one more question.

Do you know the name of this physician?

Back to work.

See you around.

Sure.

Anytime you say.

When you've got that 10 % down.

Mark. Hey, look, just because you want
to starve yourself.

No, no, no. Bring that with you.

I want to bounce something off you.

Put yourself in place of a juror who's
been bribed. We don't know that yet.

It's the only hypothesis we have for the
moment.

Now, if the money was transferred
beforehand... Barbosa wouldn't go for

He'd want results first before he paid
off. If you, as the juror, hung the jury

without the payoff...

What's to keep Barbosa from double
-crossing you? I'd have to figure out

way to get the payoff at the right time.

Sequested?

Denied any contact from the outside?

That's a problem.

Which our juror has obviously solved.

Nothing on Mrs. Molina.

Her sister got a call from her around 2
.30, asking her to pick the children up

from school.

No real reason, but her sister felt that
Mrs. Molina was terribly upset about

something. I haven't been able to trace
it.

Ironside. Yes, Ed.

Well, can you get the name of the
doctor? I'm in the courthouse now.

I checked the juror health records, but
Benson didn't list a specific doctor,

just a clinic. They have almost 30 men
on the staff. I'll have to check them

out. All right.

While you're there, see if you can find
out what's happening with the juror.

They're breaking for the night now.

Talk to the bailiff.

Find out if either Benson or Molina has
had any contacts from the outside.

Mark and Eve and I are exploring an
idea.

Tom! Tom, wait!

Hold it a minute, Chief.

Tom! Tom, wait!

Tom, wait! I must speak to you. Oh,
please, you don't understand.

I'm Tom Molina's wife. I must speak to
him. I must speak to him. Please!

Ed!

What happened, Chief?

I read it.

We were right on the edge of a mistrial.

Now, Mrs. Molina, will you please tell
the judge exactly what you told me?

There was a telephone call this
afternoon.

The first one?

Yes.

A man.

He said I should tell my husband to keep
his bargain or he would be sorry.

I didn't know what he meant.

I told him that I couldn't see Tom, that
he was in the jury room, sir.

Sequestered? Yes, sequestered.

He frightened me so.

Mrs. Molina tried to contact her husband
at 2 .15, but the bailiff blocked the

call, of course.

Then later he called again.

The same threat?

Worse. It was my children.

I was frantic.

I told my sister to take them out of
school. Then I came here.

I had to see Tom to warn him.

Please, you must let me see him.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Molina. I can't allow
it.

We don't want you to worry, Mrs. Molina.

Your husband's quite safe.

We've arranged police protection for you
and your children.

Now everything's going to be all right.

I must go to them. They'll be upset.

An officer outside will take you, ma
'am. Thank you.

All right, Chief, what do you want?

A pat on the back and some tickets to
the ballgame?

I will settle for some plain old
-fashioned cooperation.

You've got it. Then you gentlemen want
me to act on it. I'd rather you didn't

just judge, Your Honor.

You have me convinced, and now you don't
want to do anything? Still one question

I can't answer.

If Barbosa really got to Molina, why
threaten his wife and call attention to

fix now?

He panicked. I doubt it.

In any case, I have another suspect,
Howard Benson.

Benson?

Isn't he the juror who received the
telegram, Bill? Telegram?

Yes.

And the court allowed him a phone call,
too.

Both were carefully and efficiently
monitored.

Telegram is regarding the sale of some
stock. The phone call is a confirmation

of the transaction. I didn't know you'd
allowed any outside communication.

Benson runs a stock brokerage house. He
couldn't serve on jury duty if the court

didn't permit him the opportunity to
stay in touch with his firm.

Telegram is purely business. I'd like to
read it.

Sorry, you'll have to wait until
morning. It's in the vault where we keep

current records and evidence, and
there's a time lock on it. Will you send

over as early as possible?

I still think Molina is our best bet. I
suppose we act on that assumption and

we're wrong.

I'm sure Mr. Ward would make the most of
it.

Okay.

It's all up to you, Chief.

What else is new?

Who'd know I'm here?

Chief Ironside.

Hello?

Who?

No. No one here by that name.

What's wrong, Ellis?

How do you know? I know.

I know.

Hey, look.

Settle down, will you, Kirby?

The rate you're going, you'll leave this
country in a straitjacket.

Dr. Gregory?

Yes, who are you?

Police. I'm Sergeant Brown.

Oh, you had me worried for a minute. I'm
sorry. I knew you were out at a medical

meeting and I didn't want to disturb
your family.

Ah, well, what can I do for you?
According to the records at the Morton

Clinic, you are Howard Benton's
physician.

That's right.

You treated him around the 7th of last
month for some illness.

Uh, no.

No, it's nothing like that.

I just gave him some shots. Tetanus,
typhoid, dysentery, the regular battery.

Sounds like he was planning to leave the
country.

He didn't say.

But I understood that he was ill at that
time.

He called me that night. He was
concerned about a fever he had.

But he couldn't come in to see me
because he was out of town.

Anyway, there was nothing serious about
the symptoms he had. It sounded like

just a temporary reaction to the shots
he had.

Do you have any idea where he was?

No.

Uh, wait a minute.

I was with a patient when he called.

And I had to get back to him.

My nurse may have the number. Would you
like me to call her?

Very much.

Please come in. Thank you.

I checked the number with the phone
company.

It's listed in the name of Howard
Benson.

A place near Stinson Beach.

A lot of summer cottages there.

A lot of fishing.

Here it is.

Benson was selected for the Barbosa jury
on the 7th. Wow.

Mr. Benson had a busy day.

He was impaneled.

Took some inoculations to leave the
country.

Spent the evening near Stinson Beach.

Leaving the country when he just gets on
a jury, that doesn't add up. Chief, if

he were going to take a bribe,

He'd have to meet with Barbosa first,
set the terms.

Out of the way, placed where they
wouldn't be noticed.

Nice night for a drive.

There was nobody to serve the search
warrant to, so I gave it to the real

agent that handles the place for Benson
when he's gone.

I checked with the utility company.

Benson was up here on the 7th, all
right.

Used some power and about 40 cc's of
gas.

Looks like the place has been cleaned
up.

Yes, you'd expect to find some dust, the
place being closed up so long.

According to the real estate agent,
Benson has the place up for rent.

I guess he just wants to keep it looking
good. I take it you had a lot of plans.

Well, you've been a great help, Sheriff.

Thank you and my apologies for dragging
you out at this hour. All right. Kind of

livened up tonight.

Chief?

Look at this.

What's the matter?

I'm... I'm sick.

Look, you'll be all right. Why don't you
just take your clothes off and get into

bed? Oh, I...

Call a doc. Come on now, Kirby.

If you don't call a doc, I'm going to
yell these walls down.

All right, look, I have to check with
Chief Ironside first.

Check with anybody.

All right,

what now?

Toss over your wallet.

Come on.

Now, don't be stupid, Kirby. You need
me.

For what?

To pin me down so Barbosa will find me?

I told her, I said, I want it out. I
want it now.

Get in that closet.

Now look, I don't care what I have to
do.

You promised.

That's an understatement.

Benson's financial condition checked
out, Ed? His personal account's out.

That cabin makes him look healthy.

And five -carat diamond ring. Must be a
weak spot somewhere.

You know anything about the stock
market, Eve? My uncle has a seat on the

exchange. I worked for him one summer.
All right. When Benson's office opens

tomorrow morning, be there with a couple
of our auditing specialists.

I want his business account shredded
down.

Ironside.

When?

Kirby's escaped.

All right.

But every man you can spare on it. And
keep me posted. The pigeon turned

chicken. He's frightened and he's
desperate.

Ed, I want you on this, too. Have Kirby
back in custody by noon tomorrow.

You think Bulbosa had anything to do
with it? No, but he'll find out soon

enough.

When I say custody, I don't mean the
moor.

Everything negative so far, Chief?

That figures.

But I'm working on another angle.

Furby took $3 from the officer guarding
him, so he's broke.

He needs some real cash to make a run
for it.

And? I checked with R &I.

Looked for a pawnbroker or a loan shark
who might have done some business with

Barbosa's outfit.

I gather you found one.

I'm waiting for him to open up right
now. Good.

Get back to me if you turn up anything.

I don't know. Maybe we ought to push on
Molina. We don't have anything solid

against Benson. Just some wild
circumstances.

We still have three hours. Let's use
them. Where are we going? Only one man

knows whether it's Benson or Molina.

I'm sure you want to have some coffee,
Chief.

It's a mocha Columbia blend.

Ground especially for me.

No, thanks. I'm only staying a minute.

Well, Double Zero, you're up and around
early.

Not as unusual for me as it is for you.

Well, I have an important appearance in
court this morning.

You don't seem very worried about it.
No, I'll settle for 11 to 1.

Then you think you're scared, Molina.

Molina?

Oh.

You mean the man whose wife showed up
and... Come on,

Chief. Me?

That kind of strong -arm stuff went out
with Bogart movies.

Yes, you're right.

I think a juror like... Oh, Howard
Benson would be your kind of man.

Benson.

Benson. Oh, yes.

That's the good -looking guy in the back
row.

You get to be my age, and you hate those
types.

Now, how can I reach you?

Solid? Upstanding?

Loaded?

You're reaching, Chief.

And I'm feeling better and better.
Harry!

Understand one thing.

Yes? You're a special project of mine.

If you beat this case, we'll get you on
the retrial.

You're gonna take a fall.

Well, there probably won't be a new
trial.

Words out that you've lost Nick Kirby.
You do get around.

What do you have to keep up these days?

May I?

Sure.

Special blend, of course.

And hand -rolled.

Norm?

Anything more I can do for you, Chief?

No, thanks, Harry.

I'll see you in court.

Definitely.

I don't know if it's Barbosa's right
hand. If he was at that cabin, so was

Barbosa.

I'm sure there was a meeting.

But bent matches don't prove bribery.

From the DA's office.

Telegram to Benson.

Open it.

Imperative we sell 513 shares of a live
processing.

Issue dropped from 67 .56 to a new low
of 54 .78.

Please authorize. The world of high
finance.

There's a mistake there if you're
familiar with the stock market. On my

Let's not bring that up again.

For your information, the stock market
moves in fractions of eights. One of

those quotes is 67 and 5 sixths.

I must think.

Is it?

Or did the sender need that particular
number?

During the war, the most popular code in
intelligence agencies was the key book

code.

Failing was the great need for numbers
in the transmission and a common book.

Here, you copy every number.

For any special reading material since
he's been sequestered?

Yes. He sent me out to get a magazine.

Uh, Wall Street Financial.

That's it.

Before or after he received the
telegram?

After.

All right, thank you.

I've got the numbers.

Thanks. Now, go down to the newsstand.

Get me a copy of the Wall Street
Financial magazine.

You got no right to lean on me. I'm not
leaning on you, Mr. Valdez. But if

Kirby's been in touch with you, you're
in trouble.

Okay.

He called me last night late. Wanted me
to open up the shop.

You know, I got nothing to do at 3 o
'clock in the morning if I make out a

ticket on a $2 watch.

So I told him to come in when I was
open. Any specific time?

Nah, what time to him.

But he won't show. The big heat's on.
Did you tap him for Barbosa?

I'm a business man, mister.

There are all kinds of businesses, Mr.
Valdez.

The code is tricky.

It's not based on the alphabet, but on
the numerical placement of the word on a

printed page.

The first number usually indicates the
page.

Five.

Okay. One.

Next. Three.

Keep going.

Ironside. Hello, Chief.

Yes, Eve.

It's a little too early to tell for
sure, but it looks like Benson's been

embezzling from his own firm to cover
some heavy personal losses.

Have you found the account he was using?
It's well hidden.

I don't see how we can prove anything
without a complete audit.

Check on account number 3445.

See if any money was transferred to it
recently.

Hold on.

Please check account number 3445.

So, Chief,

$250 ,000 was transferred into that
account the day before yesterday. Can

trace it?

It came from a numbered account in a
Swiss bank. I'm afraid that's

All right.

Photostat that information.

Get it to me at the courthouse right
away.

Is that enough?

It's all we've got.

You've built a good prima facie case
against Howard Benson, Robert.

Unfortunately, there's nothing to tie
Mr. Barbosa to the situation.

That Swiss account could belong to
anybody.

If you will allow me, Your Honor, I'd
like to say that I am convinced Chief

Einstein was right.

Benson is guilty of receiving a bribe.

Everett?

You said prima facie, Your Honor.
Exactly.

You may have your convictions, Bill. I
have my responsibility.

There is no case without supportive
testimony that this Swiss account

Mr. Barbosa.

Kirby, he was Barbosa's accountant.

Yes, I know.

Hello, Kirby.

Hold it.

Let me go, Sergeant.

Please. Until this trial's over.

Let's go.

And he's coming to get me. All right,
take it easy.

Take it easy, now get back.

Stay right there.

the proprietor isn't in it.

We'll wait.

How about a tie?

Hey, come on. You've got a date in
sport.

The coded telegram you received.

A magazine with the coded message.

An affidavit signed by one Nicholas
Kirby stating that Barbosa had this

to count in the Swiss bank.

It's always better to make a full
disclosure, Mr. Benson.

I was in trouble.

Deep.

When Barbosa came to me and offered...
For the record, Mr. Benson, you

approached Barbosa.

Prove it.

You were impaneled on this jury on the
7th, the same day you took shots,

prepared to leave the country.

Hardly enough time for Barbosa to seek
you out. That's why you wanted to be on

the jury.

It was your big chance to get out from
under.

I deny everything.

I wonder if Barbosa will deny
everything.

With what's hanging over him.

It is the judgment of this court that
juryman Howard Benson is incompetent to

serve.

Will the bailiff read the name of the
next ordinance?

Your Honor, I object. No juror chosen
now could possibly go into a jury room

that stands 11 for conviction and decide
otherwise.

Overruled.

Bailiff.

Mrs. Gail Holloway.

The jury will now retire to consider its
verdict.

Court is recessed.

Look, we had a hung jury.

What's going on? You're a gambling man,
Harry.

I'd say you still stand about one chance
in 10 ,000 on this case.

Then you can try your luck on a charge
of conspiracy to fix a jury.

I thought I'd wait for the verdict at
that restaurant across the street. Maybe

have some lunch. You care to join me?
Flip a coin or two, bye.

Suit me.

Head. Head. Heads. Heads.

All four of you.

You call it, counselor.

Tails.

Your treat.

This is a real quarter.

Think I'd take advantage of my friend?