Jury Duty Pt. 2

INT. COURTHOUSE. DAY.

MATTHEW, 22, exits the juror waiting area and lines up outside by the receptionist's counter. His i.d. tag that says "Juror" on it is pinned over the "internet" wording on his shirt, making it read "Juror Predator". The receptionist babbles on about being a juror and thanking the members standing there for being present as though they had a choice in the matter.

Matthew isn't listening to a word she's saying, he's too busy looking around him at the faces of those surrounding him, none of them look happy about being there.

The line begins to move and crowd of people walk through brightly lit hallways and stairwells down to the basement where they are taken to a long sloping corridor. It is as if they are being taken to the pits of hell, or somewhere dark and spooky, like the mansions horror films frequently use.

The group comes to a stop as the come through the sloping corridor and to the foot of two elevators. Little by little, about four or five at a time, each potential juror piles into the elevator and take it to the fourth floor. Stepping out, Matthew is surprised by his surroundings. It was as though they went through some journey, leaving hell and entering heaven, or something that someone might use to represent heaven.

Around him stand great marble pillars that reach to the arching sky-blue, richly ornamented ceiling. In the center of the hallway that they all stand in is a great marble staircase which appears to spiral back down to hell as a great hole in the center of the rectangular lobby reveals us the floors below.

Large, heavy wooden doors guard several entrances to the courtrooms. The group comes to a stop in front of one. The officer leading the group pauses to distribute pencils and paper to the potential jurors. She explains some things that Matthew doesn't really listen to and opens the door for everyone to enter.

The crowd of 20 or 30 people file into wooden benches facing the judge and they all sit quietly. The judge makes a speech about being a juror and the responsibility of the juror that MATTHEW doesn't really listen to and then signals for chosen jurors from the previous day to come in.

One by one additional potential jurors are called up to side bar to discuss what they have circled on their papers and then put in the juror's seat and then dismissed. Finally, after 30 or more minutes of waiting, Matthew is called to sidebar.

---Sidebar Conversation Omitted For Legal Reasons---

Matthew takes his seat as Juror number 8 and the judge asks him some questions.

Judge
Please state your name and town
you're from

Matthew
Matthew Chao, Bloomfield

Judge
Are you working now?

Matthew
(thinking about his internship)
Not really

Judge
Does anyone else in your
household work?

Matthew
My mom and dad

Judge
What do they do?

Matthew
They're both computer programmers.

Judge
What do you do in your spare time?

Matthew
Now? Look for work.

He gets a laugh out of the crowd of potential jurors

Matthew (Con't)
I also like to write, draw... sleep

He gets a bigger laugh out of everyone in the room.

Judge
Ok, do you think people in this country
sue too much, not enough?

Matthew
Sometimes too much, although I think
we're getting a little better about that.

Judge
Will that influence your decision in this
trial?

Matthew
I don't believe so

Matthew kicks himself mentally.

Judge
Ok, thank you.

The judge calls the next person up to sidebar to speak with them and legal counsel again.

Matthew (v.o.)
Shit! Why'd I say that? That
was just stupid. I should have
said "yes, it will." dumbass!

The judge dismisses the man at sidebar and legal counsel both take their respective seats and talk.

Beat

Prosecuting counsel stands up and looks over at the jury.

Prosecuting Counsel
At this time we'd like to dismiss
juror number 8.

Matthew V.O.
Yes!

Judge
Thank you for your participation,
please return to the holding area.

Matthew is already halfway out the door of the courtroom before the Judge finishes, he can hardly contain his excitement.

End (more or less)

Jury Duty

EXT. STREET. DAY.

A silver 2003 Honda Accord cruises at a leisurely pace down the street. It slows down to make a turn and is honked at by the car behind it.

INT. CAR. CONTINUOUS.

MATTHEW, 22, dressed in a Cowboy hat and a shirt that says "Internet Predator" on it, looks around confused; there doesn't appear to be any signs that say no turning. He continues onto the next street and begins to turn there.

EXT. STREET. DAY.

The car from earlier follows him and honks at him again.

INT. CAR. CONTINUOUS.

Matt ignores the car behind him and continues driving at his leisurely pace. The car behind him honks at him again, clearly wanting him to go faster. By this time Matt is fed up with him so he flips him off and slows down, bringing the car to a nice 15mph. The car behind him starts honking more but Matt keeps at his own speed. Eventually they pass a light and the car behind him pulls into the lane next to him. As the car next to him pulls away he honks at Matt. Matt just shrugs and smiles.

EXT. STREET. DAY.

The silver Honda Accord pulls into a parking lot. Matt reaches out the window and grabs a ticket as he enters. He pulls the car up to the second level and parks where he has a good view and exits the car.

INT. COURTHOUSE. DAY

Matthew picks up his things from the end of the security check-in and walks up the stairs and into the juror's waiting area and gets on line. As he stands on the back of the line a tall man with a light mustache and stubby beard as well as a buzzed head stares at Matt. Matt figures it's probably because of the cowboy hat, until he gets a closer look at the man looking at him and he figures out why he's staring at him.

Matthew
Hey George!

GEORGE, 22, is an old friend of Matthew's dating back to their time in first grade. He was best known for his large afro as well as his amazing piano and other musical skills.

George
Matt Chao! Wow, that's amazing.
Wait, let me call my dad and tell him.

George pulls out his cell phone, flips it open and dials home.

George (Con't)
(Over the phone)
Hey Dad. Yea, I'm in the courthouse now.
Guess who's waiting behind me?
(beat)
Matt Chao.
(beat)
hahaha, ok, love you. Bye dad.

George hangs up the phone and turns to Matthew

George (Con't)
He said that's like the draft. You
run into people you know on line.

There's more, I just don't have the energy to write it all right now so maybe later.
Anyway, yes, I did wear all that to jury duty, here's a picture of the shirt and hat.