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The presence of a male model in my heart, although I always insisted on Margot the opposite. If so, then he is the model. Then when I was thinking about it, the prosecutor turned his attention to Leo and said with a cheerful gesture. "Juror number Nine. Leo nodded back with a distant but respectful look. "Where do you live?" The prosecutor asked. I sat straight up in the chair, hoping his voice would match the look. . There will be nothing worse than a flicker of voice, accompanied by two wrists, a faint shoulder and a weak handshake at a man. Of course, Leo does not disappoint me. He cleared his throat and spoke with a warm, confident voice in New York. "Morningside Heights." "Are you born there?" "No, I'm from Astoria," Leo said. "Born and raised there." Oa! Queens area! I genuinely appreciated, because then I began to really love the suburbs. Maybe Brooklyn, the Bronx and Queens reminded me of my homeland - the land of the working people with the nearness to love. It is also possible that the photos I photographed far from New York's wealthy center are always more attractive. The prosecutor went on to ask Leo what he was doing, while I thought that the selection tests Stork juries are more fun than the first dating. Someone questioned while we were listening. And our guy must tell the truth. I'm a writer ... A reporter, "Leo said. "I manage a few categories for a small newspaper." Perfect, I thought. I imagined him wandering the streets with a twisted notebook in his hand and chatting with middle-aged men in the dark bars in the middle of the afternoon to write an article about New York losing everything. And the conversation went on like that for a while, while I shuddered at Leo's answers by his words as well as by his cool, expressive face. brother. I heard that he was in college for three years because he had "no money". You do not know a lawyer, except for a friend named Vern who is in the same elementary school, "who is currently a lawyer specializing in cases that actively encourage litigants to make money, but whether the job How he is still very kind. Nothing to blame. "His father and brothers are firefighters, but he never feels the family's traditional work" is really engaging. " He never married and had no children "he was known". He had never been a victim of a scuffle, "unless he counts the loses in the quarrels with you." With Leo's last humorous comment, I longed for my release completely cool. Instead, I embrace my civic responsibility with a new sense of taste. When it came my turn to answer the question, I did all the things Andy advised me not to do. I am extremely friendly and eager to please everyone. I gave the lawyers on both sides their most enthusiastic smile, showing them how much I am an ideal juror. I talked about my work, about how Quynh needed me for the effect, but then came to the noble conclusion that the system of law enforcement and the Constitution that underlies that system is worthwhile. And then during the next round of questioning, when Leo and I were still selected as jurors number nine and ten, I was very happy, a feeling of going back over six days. Taking the testimony afterwards, despite the vivid details of the brutal stabbing with a paper knife in Spanish Harlem. A twenty-year-old man died, and another was sent to prison for murder, and I hoped that the search for evidence would last long before he died. I can not resist that expectation. I long for more time with Leo, more opportunities to talk to him. To understand who he is about. I need to know that my righteousness - even though this word seems trivialized in me at the time - began. During this time, Leo was friendly, but still hard to reach. He wears headphones whenever possible, away from whispers in the corridors outside the courtroom, where the other jurors are ready to cuss anything at the crime scene, he always has lunch Alone instead of eating with us at the edge of the court next door. One day, just before the end of the debate, when we were sitting on the bench, Leo said to me, "That's it." Then he smiled slowly, sincerely as if we were sharing a secret. My heart pounded strangely. And then, as if destiny, we actually have the same secret. That secret started from the debates around the case when it became clear that Leo and I had the same opinion about the testimony. . In short, cBoth of us are inclined to be completely acquitted. Homicidal behavior is no longer a matter of debate - the accused has confessed and the testimony is not disproved - so the only controversy is whether he acts to defend himself or not. Leo and I all say so. Or, to be more precise, we think there are a lot of doubts about the prosecutor's evidence that he does not act for self-defense - a subtle difference that is of concern is at least half The dozen jurors did not feel it. We went from time to time accumulating details of the accused without a criminal record (something almost miraculous in his harsh living environment), and he was terrified of the victim's death. (who was a notorious Harlem scandalman and threatened the defendant for months - so much so that he had to resort to police protection). And finally, the accused carrying a paper knife is normal for the defendant's job at a shipping company. All of this reinforced our belief that the defendant had been so terrified of being hit by the victim and his gang of three limbs in the gang, and had committed himself in a self-defense situation. panic way That seems like a credible scenario - and completely reliable enough to doubt the prosecutor's evidence. After three long days of struggling between the increasingly vicious cycle, we still Still locked with the rest of the jury, all of us were confined to misery in the shabby Ramada lodge near JFK Airport. We were allowed to watch television - it was not a good case to broadcast on television - but we were not allowed to call, nor could we talk about the case except in the official debates. So one night, when my hotel room phone rang, I was surprised to wonder who it might be, and secretly hoped it was Leo. Maybe he memorized my room number on our way back to the hotel after dinner at the same court supervised by the court clerk that day. I touched the phone with his hand and whispered it into his mouth. He responded with a whisper. Then he said as if it was a little confused, "Juror number nine. "I know," I say, feeling the blood coming from my brain all over my limbs. "Listen," he said (after three days of debate, I knew he usually started saying " this is a habit I like very much. "I know I'm not allowed to call you ... but I'm going crazy ..." I'm not sure what he means by that - he's crazy because he's locked up or gets mad at me. I think it must be the first. The latter is too great to be true. "Yes. I know what you mean, "I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "I still can not stop thinking about the testimony. It's crazy. "Leo exhales on the phone and says after a long silence," I

mean is not it bad to let a dozen fools decide my fate? " "A dozen fools?" I say, trying to be cheerful. Leo said laughing, while I lay in bed, feeling emotion. Then he said, "Okay. Ten fools. Or at least eight. "" Yes, "I say. "I think so too." "I'm serious," he continued. "Can you trust those guys? Half of them have no open minds - the other half are idiots who do not have the slightest idea that you have to share some of your lunches. "" I think so too, "I repeated. It's silly to see that statement. I can not believe we finally had a real conversation. And then, lying in the dark, covered with blankets, I was surprised. I closed my eyes, imagining the image of Leo on the bed. I can not imagine myself wanting a completely different person. "I never thought about this," Leo said, "but if I was tried in court I would rather face the judge. It's more than a jury. "I replied that I would have to agree with that." I would rather have a custodial judge pick up bribes from my rivals than to suffer a jumble like this. "I laughed when he started comedy about the outrageous anecdotes. Too many jokes on the jury told each other. You are right. This is an extension of the margins in a closed room with the outside world - a debate about life has little relevance to the trial. " Say it yourself, "I said. And then added, "You do not seem to be their number, Father." "I'm not separated," Leo replied weakly. "Yes," I said. "I'm talking," Leo said. "It's time to come," I said, thinking how easy it would be to have one. brave in the