All language subtitles for S01E08 - A Jury in Jail - Ehhhh

Now listen up, all of
you. When you're supposed

to be at chow by 7:00
p.m., that means 7:00 p.m.

Not 7:05, not 7:09.

- Who the hell is you supposed to be?
- Where's Deputy Adam?

Ma'am, please check

the tone of your voice
before I have to arrest you.

No, you need to check your tone.

- We ain't in prison.
- Where is Dep... ?

- Oh, there he is.
- Yeah, there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

One at a time! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Some of them are late.

It's only five past, and it's dinner.

They've had a long day, it's fine.

Let me just have a word with them.

You guys, listen, I am sorry,

but we've been rotated out, all of us.

Why? I don't really know.

Why do we never know
why anything happens?

We were supposed to be
here for two months.

It's been eight months!

I mean, this is like some psychologic

experimental torture or something!

Eight months locked up
in a hotel with no TV

- and no magazines!
- I am going crazy. I'm going crazy!

I mean, I see my wife once
a week. I can't drink!

- I can't talk to nobody!
- We can't talk about this case.

I don't know what you bitching
and moaning about, Lionel.

Everybody knows that you
ain't got nothing going on

in the real world no way.

What did you say?!

I will smack the taste
out of your mouth.

Please! Please, that's enough!

Let's just settle down.

- For me. Please.
- I don't even want to eat anymore.

- I've lost my appetite.
- I've got to get out of here!

- Let him get on out.
- Run.

_

Thank you.

How you doing, brother?

Wow, I've never been in
a hotel this nice before.

Hell, I'd take a Motel 6
as long as I can get away

from the wife for a couple of weeks.

Amen, brother.

I'm-a raid the minibar, sit back

and watch my Niners in the Super Bowl.

This is the Super Bowl, man.

And we get to pick the winner.

You know something I don't?

Looks like you think we're
gonna be here a while.

No, I just want

to look professional when I go to court.

I'm an alternate.

I could probably wear my
pj's and nobody'd care.

Hmm.

Ah, yeah.

Some TV.

Oh, boy.

See what's on.

What the... ?

Sir! Stop!

Swimming pool's off-limits!

Please report to Conference
Room 4 in six minutes, 230.

Okay, I'll...

And that will be reviewed

and returned to you if appropriate.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen, listen up.

This sequester has very simple rules.

You're not to talk about
the case with anyone.

That includes each other.

You're not to talk to
the other hotel guests

at any time, for any reason.

Once in the hotel,

you will not be permitted
to leave your floor.

You're not allowed in another
juror's room for any reason.

Deputies will be on duty
in the halls and elsewhere

to supervise you at all times.

Do you and each of you
understand and agree

that you will well and truly try

the cause now pending before this court

and a true verdict render

according only to the
evidence presented to you

and to the instructions of
the court, so help you God?

I do.

You may be seated.

_

Since day one, we've had four
out-and-out "not guilties"

In Speed, En Vogue, Easter
Island and Queen Bee.

After those gloves,

I looked in my sweet
jurors' eyes, and I said,

♪ Ooh, child, things
are gonna get easier. ♪

But now we're going for acquittal,

and it's all because of you, Bob!

- Yes.
- Ah, thanks, Johnnie.

Thank you.

But, honestly, I can't
believe they went for it.

I mean, to make that mistake on
the biggest case of their lives.

Uh, to our team.

- To our team!
- Yes.

Cheers.

The most colossal
disaster I've ever seen

in courtroom practice, and
it's ours, it's all ours.

We will rally.

We still have the DNA and
the forensic evidence.

That is our silver bullet.

Nobody understands goddamn DNA, Marcia!

But everyone can tell when
a goddamn glove doesn't fit

on a goddamn hand!

They did fit.

- It was the latex.
- Get out.

Okay,

so we've received a few complaints

about talking during TV time.

If you have something to say,

please try to keep your voice down

and your comments and
laughter to a minimum.

Speaking of, Blockbuster sent over

a fresh batch of VHSes today.

Hey, did they send Martin?
Martin, that's my show.

Man, don't nobody want
to watch that clown.

He's a comedian, he's
supposed to be funny.

Didn't you hear the
woman say we can't laugh?

I'll laugh if I want to.

I wouldn't mind an episode of Seinfeld.

What is a "Seinfeld"?

It's a TV show.

I never heard of it.

Seinfeld is a much better show.

Man, Seinfeld ain't about nothing.

We'll be watching Seinfeld.

I'm just making a decision here

instead of listening
to you people argue.

What do you mean "you people"?

Oh, no, don't start
that crap with me, pal.

I'm part American Indian.

You need to bounce up out
of here with that bull.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, you guys.

Come on, I'm sure we can find
something we all want to watch.

Look, why don't we just take a vote?

Well, that's a great
idea. Thank you, Armanda.

- Who votes Martin?
- Oh, hey! Duh.

- Oh!
- What I'm talking about.

Now if you want to watch Seinfeld.

Martin it is.

♪ Martin, Martin... ♪

You so crazy.

♪ Martin. ♪

And then he has to
apologize to the chimpanzee.

What?

I'm telling you, they got to
give that Kramer his own show.

All right, you're up.

I'll check.

The Juice is loose, y'all.

I'm all in.

I fold.

Oh, don't be that way, Todd.

Come on, Bobby B.

I'm out.

It's too rich.

Really?

Oh, well, that's too bad,

'cause... I got nothing!

Oh, you bastard.

On a roll, Juice.

Got that right.

Tell somebody.

- Tell a friend.
- Man.

You know, playing cards
with y'all like this...

Ah, you mean "consulting with
your material witnesses."

- Ooh!
- Thank you.

Well, almost feels like I'm back home,

just for a minute, you know?

You know, after that glove thing,

they should just call off
the rest of this trial.

What are they throwing at you tomorrow?

DNA.

Whatever that is.

So, again, the four pieces to DNA

are adenine, thymine,
guanine and cytosine,

abbreviated by their first
letters: A, T, G and C.

They also come in pairs.

Now, the non-Watson Crick base pairing

is what really gets interesting.

It, uh...

Mr. Fung, while all this
can seem complicated

to a non-scientist, the results
are astoundingly accurate

in terms of matching a suspect

to tiny traces that have been
left behind. Would you agree?

Oh, certainly. The matching process

is many, many times more
accurate than a fingerprint.

"Many, many times more
accurate than a fingerprint."

And what were the results
of the blood analysis

from the Bundy crime scene?

Well, the RFLP pattern from
item 47 shows us that...

Oh, let me rephrase.

Other than the two victims,

did this incredibly
precise DNA matching show

anyone else's blood and DNA
at the scene of the murders?

It did, uh, just one individual.

And does this same DNA
match the blood you found

- on the back gate at Bundy?
- Yes, it does.

And does it match the blood you found

inside Mr. Simpson's Bronco?

Yes, it's all from the same individual.

And does it match the DNA
and the blood you found

leading up to Mr. Simpson's house

and on the sock at the foot of his bed?

Yes, it's all from the same
individual's DNA profile.

Could it be anyone else's DNA?

That blood has a particular
set of characteristics

that could only occur

approximately in one in
170 million individuals.

One person...

in 170 million.

Is that one person who
matches all that DNA

- in this courtroom today?
- Yes, he is.

Could you please point
him out for the jury?

Let the record show that
Mr. Fung is pointing

to the defendant, Mr.
Orenthal James Simpson.

Where is everybody?

Todd said he had to work late.

Spencer said his kids had a
tennis match or something.

Ugh.

And that's more important
than poker night? Shit.

I think it's...

I... I think it's the DNA.

I think maybe they're
having trouble wrapping

their minds around the, uh, the numbers.

You know, it... it
raises some questions.

What questions? They know me.

I think... I mean, well...

one thing they were wondering
is-is about Nicole's blood.

How it got in your Bronco.

How the hell do I know?

How the hell do I know, Bobby?

The police.

Faye's Colombian friends. I don't know.

Yeah, but it's everywhere.

Nicole's house,

the Bronco, your driveway,

your socks.

It...

And this is them asking?

Yeah.

This is them asking.

Ladies. Gentlemen.

There's been another postponement.

I know, I know, believe me,

believe me... I'm in
the same boat as you.

I'm working on two hours sleep.

Deputy Adam, you need to find

more time for your family.

How are Christine and the
baby? How are they doing?

- She's great.
- Yeah?

Christine's complaining
about baby weight,

but I think she's beautiful.

Look at that... She's beautiful.

Thank you.

Knox.

Judge Ito needs to see
you in his chambers.

Uh-oh.

What he want with me?

Let's go.

Okay, okay.

Have you ever been arrested

for kidnapping, 620?

What?

I-I think I'd remember
something like that, Judge.

Uh, o-okay.

Now I know what you're talking about.

See, that was my ex.

But she's cool with it now.

We cool.

All I...

I just locked the car door

and-and I drove around the neighborhood

a-a few times.

That's all.

You know how ladies can get.

You know with this...

I fail to see how this
is grounds for dismissal.

It was a slight incident
a long time ago.

It seems quite behind
him now, Your Honor.

Yes, Counsel, I'm sure
that you and your client

are sympathetic to
putting domestic violence

in the rearview mirror.

I do not appreciate

that kind of innuendo, Your Honor!

620 lied on his questionnaire.

He lied about his police record.

He lied about domestic violence.

I'm dismissing 620.

What happened?

620 was dismissed.

- Why?
- What?!

Sorry, guys, you know
that's all I can say.

Is anyone really surprised?

The guy was taking bets on the verdict.

I just hope I get a seat.

Tired of playing JV.

You know,

those deputies are gonna
find all kinds of ways

to get rid of us brown folk.

- They always are.
- All the time.

And they're always watching me.

I think they put a camera in my room.

There's this little blinking
red light above my door.

I'm pretty sure it's a smoke alarm.

No. Mmmm.

The deputies are just doing their jobs.

I mean, they've been
here as long as we have.

When my daughter was
having some trouble,

Deputy Adam let me talk
to her on the phone

past curfew.

Hmm.

Master Adam sure is
good to you, ain't he?

I see how it is. Oh, I see how it is.

Mm-mm.

Oh, come on now there, Missy.

Barry?

Hi, Robert.

What's up?

The numbers.

One in 170 million.

Yeah, it bothers you,
I know. I can see it.

- It's-it's just so overwhelming.
- Listen.

The crime scene was mishandled.

Terribly.

It's compromised.

Tainted.

- All of it?
- No.

Some of it, but that's just as bad.

If some of it is tainted, untrustworthy,

then all of it is.

And that's what I will show.

Leave it to me.

All right, Mr. Scheck.

Good morning, Mr. Fung.

Would you agree it's inappropriate

for a criminalist to ignore
misconduct by law enforcement?

- Objection.
-Withdrawn.

Mr. Fung, you received
from Detective Lang

the blood sample taken
from Mr. Simpson, correct?

Yes.

And where did you take possession

of that blood sample?

Hmm.

Let me remember.

Well, maybe I can help.

The blood was handed to you

at the Rockingham scene

while you were examining
that scene, correct?

Yes, that's actually true.

So, Mr. Simpson's blood

was literally handed to you by LAPD

at the very location
where you found evidence

of his blood on the carpet,

in the driveway, in his socks?

Well... yes.

Well...

this might explain a
huge unanswered question

in this case.

Are you aware, sir,

that 1.9 milliliters or one quarter

of the blood collected from
Mr. Simpson is missing?!

Your Honor.

Sustained.

Mr. Fung,

when did you realize
that the blanket covering

Nicole Brown's body was actually
from inside her own residence?

Um... later.

Would you agree, sir,
that a blanket taken

from inside her residence
placed by law enforcement

over her dead body could be thought of

as a contamination of that scene?

It's, uh... possible.

And that if Mr. Simpson had
been in that home previously

sitting or-or lying on that blanket,

his hairs could be on that blanket...

Would be on that blanket...

And thus, would have been

in the crime scene?

Yes, it-it-it's possible.

That is a terrible mistake
for a criminalist to make.

Isn't it?

Yes.

Mr. Fung, have you made some
bad choices in this case?

I-I-I don't remember.

I'm-I'm not sure, maybe.

No further questions.

All right, Mr. Fung.

You may step down.

Is he seriously shaking their hands?

Now, we having some Fung now.

Another one.

Who?

Yes!

No!

No! No, man!

No!

Yes?

Thank you.

462, um,

the reason why I asked you here today

is that the sheriff's department
reviewed some court records,

and it appears that you
once accused your husband

of abusing you physically?

No. No, Your Honor.

It was never a domestic
violence type of thing.

I was never physically abused.

And that's why

I didn't say anything.

I mean, anybody in a
relationship with anybody

knows that there are times

when things are difficult.

As she said,

this was simply a misunderstanding.

She lied. She's out!

She didn't lie. She said...

She said no to the question
"have you ever been a victim

of domestic violence?"
Her husband raped her

twice.

Actually,

it wasn't legally rape in '88.

I mean, between a husband and wife.

You just said that.

Out loud.

All right, so let me get this straight.

The defense is arguing

to keep a victim of domestic abuse

and the People are
arguing to dismiss her?

Somehow, I get the idea

if this juror were white,

we'd be having a different
conversation right now.

I have no choice but to dismiss 462.

We lost two not-guilty votes. Two.

This one needs to go our way.

Clerk, please read the replacement

from the remaining alternates.

Number 353.

Shit, shit, shit.

I know what you're up to.

You want to tell me or
am I supposed to guess?

Who tipped the sheriff
off about 620 and 462?

Hell if I know.

But I'll take it.

- You had something to gain.
- Back alley stuff

isn't my game. It's yours.

You're always talking about the truth.

Well, the truth came out.

Toughen up, Cochran.

This is the smokers' lounge.

Day care's on the first floor.

Apparently, Ms. Clark thinks
she can steal this verdict,

but we gotta start punching back.

What does that mean, exactly?

It means we do everything
legally possible

to ensure that nothing gets past us

regarding the remaining jurors.

The alternates.

Now, we can't do anything

about the guilty votes we lost.

But we can be out ahead

of who might be taking their places.

The Demon.

She's our biggest threat.

We cannot let her

on the voting jury.

During voir dire, she said
she once turned an entire jury

from 11 to one not guilty
to 12-zero for conviction.

She's a nightmare.

Juror 1290's our Holy Grail.

God, we need her.

A voice in deliberation who's
going to focus on the facts.

And have you seen the
way she looks at Johnnie?

Okay.

So, who else is gonna be a problem?

Juror 2017.

The judge would like to see you.

Were you aware that
your arthritis doctor,

Dr. Bertram Maltz,

also treats Mr. Simpson
for his arthritis?

I was not.

And why were you keeping notes

about other jurors' conjugal visits?

No. I mean... Your Honor,

maybe I glanced at the list
a couple of times, but...

We checked your notebook, sir.

Now, these notes wouldn't
be for a book, would they?

Juror 228.

Oh, man.

Juror 228, who is this
standing on the right?

O.J.?

Good.

And who is this on the left,
shaking hands with O.J.?

Uh... me?

That's right.

Do I really need to
say anything else here?

Why is this happening now?

So, we have had yet another dismissal

this morning, ladies and gentlemen,

hopefully the last.

All right, Clerk, please read

the replacement from the
remaining alternates.

Number 1290.

Have a nice night, Cochran.

We are down to four alternates. Four.

And now this.

An anonymous letter claiming to be from

a literary agent's receptionist,
and it says, I quote,

"An older white female juror

"is shopping a book proposal

called Standing Alone:
A Vote for Nicole."

May I?

Well...

this is clearly an
attempt by the defense

to remove a juror they don't like.

I suggest you throw it in
the trash where it belongs.

I certainly hope you're not suggesting

that we sent that letter.

Oh, I certainly am.

- You and your sleazy investigator.
- Sleazy?

Don't forget that I work this building.

If you're so confident

- that we're behind this...
- Wait.

You need to prove it.

I don't have to.

Shut up, both of you!

I will meet with the jury

and I will find out what
is actually going on here.

And I will make a decision myself.

And that is final.

Get out.

What Judge Ito

and those deputies are
doing to the jury...

Of course there's a
racial divide in the jury.

And that Judge Ito, I
do not trust that ma...

I can't.

I can't take it anymore, Your Honor.

Please, I just want to go home.

Now, now, Juror 452...

My name is Tracy!

The deputies,

they're not fair. The white jurors get

- better treatment than us.
- Okay,

now, that is a very
serious charge, 45...

uh...

Okay, can you... just
please elaborate for me?

Well, like, when they
took us out shopping,

they gave them an hour at Target

and only gave us 30 minutes at Ross!

Them? Us? Uh...

They know that blacks like Ross more!

Oh. Is that, uh...

is that true?

Of course it is! Everybody knows that!

That's true.

I want out.

They treat us like we're second class,

like we're criminals or something.

I can't take it anymore.

I just want to go home, please.

Okay, okay. Um...

You know what, we are way overdue

for a deputy rotation, so what I
can do is I can change them out,

and I would just ask if you would
please give that a chance, okay?

I guess so.

Okay. Okay.

Thank you.

Who the hell is you supposed to be?

Where's Deputy Adam?

Oh, there he is.

You guys, listen, I am sorry,

but we've been rotated out, all of us.

- Why?
- I really don't know.

Why do we never know
why anything happens?

What's his problem?

I don't know. I don't
like nobody watching me

when I get my food, I know that.

Man.

What's wrong with that one?

- Why is she all in black?
- I don't know.

I thought we was a jury. I didn't know

we was going to a funeral.

Maybe she's lost her mind.

It feels like a funeral.

Yes?

- Your Honor...
- Where's my jury?

They... they're refusing to come in.

Tell the deputies I want
them here right now,

or I'll hold them all in contempt!

All rise.

Department 103 is now in session.

The Honorable Lance A. Ito presiding.

You may be seated.

All right, bring in the jury.

It just gets curiouser and curiouser.

Someone better be dead.

I will be postponing
testimony for today.

Thank you.

All right, we stand at recess.

Dominick you'd been there every day.

And something's going on with the jury.

What's going on?

Down at the courthouse,
they're calling it

"the juror revolt."

It's unprecedented in
judicial history, Larry.

And my sources say

the whole thing was over some
deputies being transferred.

We've lost control.

Now we have no idea what's going on.

Half the people wearing black

were in our damn not guilty column.

Now we have no idea

who's who

or what's what.

It's Stockholm Syndrome.

That's the only explanation.

We just have to pray

to sweet Jesus that they aren't

identifying with law
enforcement in general.

- Sir?
- Yes?

O.J.'s on the line.

Of course.

My man.

How's it going?

How the hell you think
it's going, Johnnie?!

They're talking mistrial.

A mistrial, man!

I can't go through this shit again.

O.J., it's Bob.

Now, look, we all feel

that there will not be a mistrial.

So I would, I wouldn't worry.

Just put me on the stand!

Let me testify.

I'm telling you, I can do this.

Now, listen to me, listen
to me for a second.

If I don't testify,

they're gonna think I
have something to hide.

Now, I can, I can do this.

Hell, the best moment we have so far

was me trying on the gloves, am I right?

No, O.J., you're right,
you're absolutely right.

But we would never put
you in that position.

Hold on a second, O.J.

We cannot put him on the stand.

It's not done in a murder case.

It's just not done.

The people love him.
He gets on the stand,

talks about how much he loves his wife,

gets emotional.

Interesting idea, uh, O.J.

I-I'm not against it.

Now you're talking. Now
that's what I'm saying.

Hold on a second, O.J. What?

It is a terrible idea!

I mean, are you doing this
just to screw with me?

Amazingly, this is not about you, Bob.

This is about winning this case.

What is your idea? Another plea bargain?

If Marcia Clark cross-examines him,

it will be an unmitigated disaster,

and you know it.

What if we do a mock-cross?

See how he handles it.

Juice?

I-I-I pray to the Lord,
sweet baby black Jesus,

you put me on hold one more time, Negro.

Apologies.

We were thinking that
it might be a good idea

to do a test run first.

What you mean, test run?

Like, like, a rehearsal or something?

Exactly, a rehearsal.

Well, that's one way to do it.

Okay.

Enough. Whatever you
and Marcia are doing,

it's gotta stop now, Johnnie.

You get a mistrial,

and we have to do this
whole thing over again.

There is no way you will win.

I hear you take your coffee black

with two Sweet'N Lows.

Mr. Simpson, isn't it true
you were married when you met

an 18-year-old Nicole?
- I was.

But our marriage was
pretty much over by then.

I mean, we were friends,
but we weren't in love.

So you felt it was okay
to commit adultery?

We weren't even living together.

I'm not proud about the
way I acted, but, uh,

we'd moved on by then.

Mr. Simpson, is there

some reason that you find this funny?

No.

You argued

often with Nicole, is
that correct, Mr. Simpson?

All married couples disagree,

- don't they?
- Is it true

that some of these
arguments became physical?

That's what they'll
tell you on the news.

We'd...

we'd scuffle around sometimes.

You know. Wrassle. Mmm.

Is this "scuffling around"

what led to her hospitalization
on January 1, 1989?

Well...

that New Year's, you know,

we had a couple of drinks.

Uh... she must have fell.

They'll be ready in a minute.

Hey, Kris, can we... can
I just have a second?

Why?

I don't know. I thought we could talk.

What do we have to talk about?

I think we might get him off.

Congrats.

He was my friend for 20 years.

I can barely look at him anymore.

Robert, just...

- leave. Just quit the case.
- You don't think...

you don't think I've thought of that?

I can't. I-I mean, it would just
become this-this huge thing.

I mean, how would it look?

It would convict him.

I would convict him.

And it would make

everything else worse for
us and for you, for them.

I mean, it's hard enough with
half the country hating you.

No, I just...

I just have to sit there till it's over.

And then he's out of our lives forever.

Okay?

Okay?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Kris.

O.J. tip line.

Whoa, whoa. Say... Wait,
wait, wait. Say that again.

Uh-huh.

Okay.