12 Angry Men (5/10) Movie CLIP - Re-enactment (1957) HD

Now let's see, it was, it's 12 feet from the bed to the door, the hall is 43 feet. He would have had to walk 12 feet, open the bedroom door, walk 43 feet down and open the front door, all in 15 seconds. Do you think he could have done it? Sure he could have done it. He can walk only very slowly. They had to help him into the witness chair. You make it sound like a long walk. For an old man who had his talk, it is a long walk. Oh, what are you doing? I'm going to try it, see how long it takes. What do you mean you want to try it? Why didn't his lawyer bring it up of its own accord? Maybe he just didn't think about it. What do you mean he didn't think of it? Do you think a man's a nitty or something? It's an obvious thing. Did you think of it? Listen, smart guy, it don't matter whether I thought of it. He didn't bring it up because he knew it would hurt his case. What do you think of that? Maybe he didn't bring it up because it would have meant bullying and badgering. Help us, old man. You know that doesn't sit very well with a jury. Most lawyers avoid it if they can. So what kind of a bum is he then? That's what I've been asking, buddy. Pass me that chair, will you? Those two chairs are the old man's bed. I just faced off 12 feet across the room. This would be the bedroom door. Oh, that's crazy. You can't recreate a thing like that. Oh, it's 43 feet. I'll face over that wall and back again. Look, this is absolutely insane. Why do you waste everybody's time in here, Paul? According to you lawyers, it takes 15 seconds. Now, we can spare that. Come on, knock it off. Okay. Okay, okay, killer. Yeah. Will you stand right there and mark the front door? It was chain locked according to the testimony, remember? Has anybody got a watch for the second hand? I have. If you want me to start, stamp your foot, that'll be the body part. You can tie me from there. What are we going to do, play charades now? Come on. What are we waiting for? Oh, I want to wait till the second hand reaches 60. Oh, come on. Come on, speed it up. He walked twice as fast as that. If you want me to walk faster than that, I will. Lock, door, stop. Right. What's the time? Uh, exactly 41 seconds. 41? Here's what I think happened. The old man heard the fight between the boy and his father a few hours earlier. Then when he's lying in his bed, he heard a body hit the floor in the boy's apartment. Heard the woman scream from across the street. Got to his front door as fast as he could. Heard somebody racing down the stairs and assumed it was the boy. I think that's possible. Assume? Brother, I've seen all kinds of dishonesty in my day, but this little display takes the cake. You all come in here with your hearts bleeding all over the floor about slum kids and injustice. You listen to some fairy tales. Suddenly you start getting through to some of these old ladies. Well, you're not getting through to me. I've had enough. What's the matter with you guys? You all know he's guilty. He's got to burn. You're letting him slip through our fingers. Slip through our fingers? Are you his executioner? I'm one of them. Perhaps you'd like to pull the switch. For this kid, you bet I would. I feel sorry for you. What it must feel like to want to pull the switch. Ever since you walked into this room, you've been acting like a self-appointed public avenger. You want to see this boy die because you personally want it, not because of the facts. You're a sadist. Let me go. Kill him. You don't really mean you'll kill me, do you? No.