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Shoot it if you're going to shoot.

I'll shoot it when I'm ready, Rottweiler.

Two minutes left. You're losing.

Take the stupid shot.

Score! No, hit the post.

No way.

Cheater. He's on the short side, cheater. Hit the post. Hit the post.

Oh, my game, douchebag.

Hey, hey. Watch your mouth out with soap, Jeffrey Brock.

It's worth it, penis.

One more.

Sorry to bother you. I know it's late, but I'm a new neighbor.

My name is Adam Wood. Oh, hello. I'm Jill Brock.

This is my husband, Jimmy.

Hello. How do you do? Nice to meet you.

Anyway, again,

I'm sorry for the late intrusion, but I've been working my way down the block.

You see, by law, I'm required to...

I must notify all the neighbors that I now live in this neighborhood.

What? What law is that?

The one about child molesters.

This is very embarrassing, but I'm a convicted child molester.

But I've been through rehab, and I'm better now.

How could you not know? They send a child molester to Rome. You're the

They didn't send him.

How many times do I have to tell you that? He chose Rome. And he doesn't have

notify the sheriff's department. He has to tell all of his neighbors. He

probably did notify the sheriff's department. Just the sheriff, I'm the

know. Are these clean? That's a clean basket, honey.

Well, they're probably clean.

There's a 213 Kennedy apartment complex.

Who? The pervert. His newspaper's up for window shades.

Kevin Quinn just told me.

Said the guy committed crimes with a snorkel.

Are these clean? That's the clean basket.

I don't mean to be a redneck on this thing. I wore that hat with Frank the

Potato Man, but the man lives a block away from us. Well, he has that right,

well as other civil liberties. He spent 16 years behind bars.

He has paid his debt to society. We can't continue to be... That's clean,

I'm sorry.

That's the clean basket.

Are you upset because of that man?

What did he do?

It's not just what he did. It's who he did it to. Let's not start a panic, all

right? We've already got a panic, Jimmy. The news is whipping around town. You

better do something. What? He hasn't broken the law. He hasn't had time yet.

The phone's been ringing off the hook. The parents are going crazy. Make him

leave, Jimmy, for his own safety.

We basically killed Frank the Potato Man, and he was innocent.

And look what happened with Mr. Squiggly. This town is not friendly to

offenders, and we won't be pleasant to him. And if he's been rehabilitated,

what... What if he isn't?

I don't mean to jump on the hysteria bandwagon, but we're not dealing with a

simple crime here. This is a sickness.

Child molesters usually struggle with impulse that they can't control. The

that he may be remorseful or even a nice guy does not mean he's rehabilitated.

They're 30 times more likely to repeat the crime than murderers. I appreciate

it.

Quiet!

He's a sheriff.

Yes. I'm supposed to... I'll give you these forms.

Please, my office.

Well, well, well, this is good.

On a place to live?

Yes. Mm -hmm.

Kinnick, near me.

Well, you got a job?

Not yet.

Well, unemployment's pretty tough around here. Are you sure that Madison might

not be a better place for you to, you know, start out?

Mr. Wood, I'm going to be real straight with you here.

Your being in Rome, it's already made people nervous.

Now, I'm the sheriff. I will protect your rights.

Anything happen, harassment, threats, you come to me.

But I also must tell you...

You even think of doing any of the things I see listed on your probation

Even look at a child funny.

I won't be a friendly sheriff.

Are we clear?

I think so.

I looked into his eyes.

You know what I saw?

Nothing. What did you expect?

I don't know.

Evil, I guess. You know, it'd be so much easier than I'd know.

Yeah.

But he's so, uh... Normal.

Yeah, that's the scary part, isn't it?

He's one of us.

But Carter says it's a sickness. It is.

He can't get better with treatment?

He supposedly had treatment.

Well, the problem is there's no real research. The subject is so distasteful,

the government won't fund money.

You think I should run him out of town, don't you?

He's a human being.

He's served his time.

He has every right to rejoin society.

He has every right to be in this community.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Sorry.

What do you want?

I came to see Douglas Wambaugh, the lawyer.

Why? What have you done?

No, I have a legal problem.

Oh.

Oh. Well, he's not here at the moment. He left early to have dinner with the

district attorney.

Oh, okay. All right, I'll come back. I'm sorry I frightened you.

Oh, just because.

Because I'm the child molester.

Yeah.

Funny.

I'm sorry.

I'm not dangerous. I used to be. I have had treatment, and I'm fine now.

Oh.

Well, that's great.

I mean, you look fine.

You're afraid to be alone with me, right?

Me? Oh, um... Yeah.

Mm -hmm.

I'm sorry.

Um, I think Mr. Wamba is at O 'Kelly's pub. You could find him there. I'm sure

he wouldn't mind.

And that way, I wouldn't have to come back here tomorrow.

Oh, I wasn't thinking that.

All right, thank you for your time.

A few years ago, I started a screenplay about this.

I called it Child Molester, the musical.

Well, it's a tough subject. I thought I could spice it up with some cold

portitude. You wrote a musical about child molestation? It's a very important

subject. Child abuse is a big tragedy in this country.

People need to pay attention.

So you put it to song?

Anthony Hopkins singing Thank Heavens for Little Girls is something you

forget. I figured maybe Oliver Stone could direct.

Excuse me. Yeah? Are you Mr. Wambaugh?

I might be.

I'm Adam Wood, my landlord.

He just gave me an eviction notice. I have a lease for a year.

I'm told you're a good lawyer.

Sit down, Mr. Wood.

First, let me say I'm grateful that you've come to me.

I've taken every case that's come my way, and I often wonder, is there a

wouldn't stoop to?

Or is there a client out there that is so horrible that even Douglas Wambo

say no?

Well, thank you, Mr. Wood, for helping me learn a little something about

Now, go the hell away.

I'm sorry.

I don't get it, Doug. You've defended murderers before.

To steal innocence from a child is just something I can't forgive.

And I can forgive a lot.

Kevin Quinn wants to get him.

How? The tater gun. He's got one.

Last time we almost killed a kid with that gun.

He was in a car.

This guy's on foot. It won't hurt him.

You want to get in trouble again?

Look what Mom did last time.

I'm not doing it.

Anyway, whoever drives this guy out of town, he'll be a hero.

It's Dad's job.

Dad can't go near him. He's the police.

You got to understand something, Zach.

Criminals get constitutional rights.

They get more protection sometimes.

than regular people.

Why?

Because this is America.

It was started by a bunch of criminals from England who didn't like the king.

Something like that.

But civilians can do things the police can't.

We don't have to stick to the Constitution.

And get in trouble.

Kevin Quinn's going to shoot him.

All we do is cheer.

There's no penalty for that.

Deputy Kenny Lacos.

How are you today, sir?

Why?

Well, it's just we know you're new in town and that Rome can be kind of tough

strangers. And we worry about that, so we're going to keep an eye out.

You'll probably find police cars trailing you now and then, but that's

concern, that's all.

We wouldn't want anything to happen.

So, where are you headed?

To see the doctor.

What, you're sick?

You a sick guy, Mr. Wood?

Nothing too serious, I hope.

You have a nice day, sir.

This isn't right, Kenny.

We've got our orders, Max.

If you ask me, these orders stink.

I didn't ask you. Well, this isn't like you, Jimmy.

Well, when it comes to pedophiles, I'm just a crazy guy, Max.

Well, I won't be part of a harassment campaign. You carry out my orders,

Douglas Mambo to the rescue.

Your Honor, I have an ex parte class action representing the good Henry

as well as other citizens of Rome, some of who you see behind me today.

What's going on?

There's a stranger in town, and you know how we all hate that.

And this one likes to fondle prepubescent genitals.

We're asking you for a restraining order to keep him 100 yards away from

everybody. I can't do that. Of course you can.

You're Henry Bone.

The law is just a guide.

His name is Adam Wood, Your Honor.

And when it comes to small children, if Adam could, then Adam would.

We need you to step in and obliterate his civil rights like only you can.

In my chambers, right now.

You got no grounds for any kind of restraining order. You know it. He's a

citizen like everybody else. Well, look at his record. I know his record.

I know Adam Wood.

You do?

I know two of his victims.

I'd love to give you the TRO.

I'd love to order him the hell out of Rome.

But I can't.

You got no case.

And if you come back with anything else, don't come to me.

I'm recusing myself.

I can't be objective when it comes to Mr. Wood.

Get out.

Oh.

You hear the doctor?

Yes.

Married to the sheriff?

Yes. Oh, this is a small town.

Mr. Wood, you have no idea how small this town can be.

How can I help you?

Well, doctors take an oath, right?

Doctor, patient, privilege.

What's going on?

I know what everyone in this town thinks.

That I'm this monster.

But I really am better.

I went through relapse prevention in prison, and I'm fine.

And I'm not a threat to this community. Really, I'm not. And if I thought

otherwise, I'd leave.

Really, Doctor, I would.

Okay.

How can I help?

Well, despite the fact that I'm recovered, sometimes

I get urges.

Not that I would act on them. Urges?

What do you mean, urges? Urges to touch children?

No, little ones. Nothing big. Little urges or little children?

Well, both,

I guess.

Dr. Brock, I'm okay.

I can handle it.

But there's supposed to be this drug that'll give me extra control.

Um, yes.

Yes, there's a drug called Gosirelin.

It's a sort of chemical castration.

Is it permanent?

No, no, it, um... It only works as long as you take the drug. As a doctor, I'll

be happy to write you a prescription.

As a mother, I'll give you a lifetime supply.

It was just a joke. But that was insensitive.

Wasn't I? I'm sorry. I apologize.

You know, I tell jokes sometimes when I... Oh, boy.

Look, um... I'll level with you.

You leveled with me.

It's hard for me to be an objective doctor in this situation.

When you say urges, I have a nine -year -old son.

The word urges terrified me.

I wish that I could be more objective.

Dr. Brock, don't apologize for your reaction.

The truth is, I appreciate your honesty.

You do? Because usually I'm much more professional.

What about the drug?

Yes, yes. I'll be happy to give you a prescription after an exam.

But I'm not forcing it on you. If you don't want to take it, you don't have to

take it. I'm not forcing it. Thank you. I'll take the prescription.

Just to be safe.

Yes, yes.

Just to be sure.

Absolutely.

Absolutely.

You still don't like this.

I need a bigger potato.

They don't go as far. Come on.

Death threats?

Two by phone, this one by mail.

Maybe we should protect this guy. Right. We're going to spend tax dollars on

giving this guy protection.

Well, you follow him to harass him anyway.

I'm not using personnel for his private security.

This is hysteria. Nobody's going to kill him.

You sure?

This has pushed a lot of buttons.

This town is not like that.

Too far away.

Shoots 100 feet.

Watch.

Right off the forehead.

Here comes potato salad.

Wow.

Good shot.

It was an accident.

What do you mean, an accident?

I was just pointing the gun, you know, at his head, and I pulled the trigger,

and suddenly this potato just shot out and hit him.

Maybe a mild concussion, but he's okay.

Accident? You be quiet, young man.

What the hell are you thinking of?

We're trying to make him leave town.

Isn't that the plan?

It is the plan.

Everybody's been a part of it.

You, Kenny, Max, even Wambaugh.

And now your son?

Look, my daughter is four years old, okay? I certainly don't want this guy

lurking around. But you were the sheriff, Jimmy.

I'm the DA. This guy has rights.

And if we don't protect those rights, then they don't exist.

And for that matter, neither do we.

It's not our job to protect him.

But it is our job.

We're in the business of forgiveness.

This is where we are supposed to come in.

I pray for the guy.

I pray for the Lord to bless and keep Adam Wood.

Just keep him out of Rome.

You're a man of the cloth.

I know. I'm not proud of my reaction.

But there is something about this crime that I know a lot of priests happen to

be fond of it. But for my money... Now, that is not funny.

I'm sorry.

Look, Gary, if you want to stand up for this guy, I'm not stopping you.

Unfortunately, this isn't an issue in which I enjoy a tremendous amount of

credibility.

First, as you so distastefully implied, the Catholic priesthood does have a

public relations problem when it comes to child molestation.

Second, my own little history with women's shoes.

My hands are unclean on this.

I feel like Ted Kennedy at the Anita Hill Clarence Thomas hearings.

Well, I won't champion the guy.

I just can't.

But the man wants to repent.

If we don't offer compassion, then who will, Henry?

Well, maybe he doesn't get it.

Maybe he isn't entitled to it.

Damn it, Gary!

Just because we wear the cloth, that doesn't mean we have to be immune to

human reaction.

If anything, I'm afraid of forgiving him.

I'm afraid of doing anything that might put out the message that God could be

okay with this.

Suppose he picks up on some sense of absolution.

Maybe he'll go out and touch another child.

Can you live with that?

I can't.

Minister, priest, I don't care.

I say we condemn him.

Jimmy, do you remember a year or so ago we made a vow to put the family before

the jobs?

Uh -huh.

Mr. Wood came to see me today.

He's having urges.

toward children.

I prescribed a drug, but that doesn't mean he's going to take it.

Even if he does, with a disease like this, it's not all connected to sexual

drive. It's a compulsion disorder. It's in the mind.

He came to me as a patient.

And believe it or not, I feel sorry for him.

But I'm going to treat him. I'm going to try to help him to get better.

But I can't take him living so close to us.

I know it's your job to uphold the law, to support his right.

I want you to drive him out.

I can't.

I won't.

Did you really feel it was okay to shoot the potato gun at him?

Yes. Why?

Because he's evil.

But because of the ACLU, you can't do anything to them.

So this is kind of like self -help. First of all, Mr. Wood is a human being.

Secondly, this is violence.

You could go to jail. You too should know that.

All I did was cheer.

Me too.

No different than pulling the trigger.

Cheering is aiding and abetting. Then you have to put the whole town in jail.

Next time...

I will arrest you, all three of you.

Reasonable self -defense.

He's a child molester and I'm a child.

What jury would convict?

If you ever do this again, a jury is the last thing you'll have to fear.

Now get out of here. Get out!

You want an explanation, Jimmy?

Try to chip off the old block.

You sent the message to drive this man out.

You sent it.

They're just following your example.

He

touched

me.

He put his hand near mine and then he touched me.

I felt a sudden tingle when he touched me.

Oh, a sparkle, a glow.

You called me down here to see this?

It's to generate public awareness.

If the people are made aware... People are aware. They're holding a town

today to tar and feather this guy.

Oh, he touched me.

Is this for real?

We're starting a citizen's alert group tonight.

Ocali's is sponsoring it.

We figured this was a good way to kick it off.

What is going on in this town?

That man has always championed the disenfranchised.

You are a minister.

You're helping to organize a lynch mob.

This man isn't Jean Valjean.

He didn't steal a loaf of bread.

He's a threat to our children.

Did you expect me to help you?

I was hoping.

How dare you walk into my chambers?

20 years later, you walk in here and expect what?

I've been in prison for 16 years.

How much time has to pass?

You think the children you hurt got a clean slate?

One of them was my own niece.

How dare you walk in here and come to me?

I've read about you.

They say you're a fair judge.

That you fight the tide.

You think any judge could be that fair?

That objective?

You hurt children.

Maybe fairness is what you should fear most.

I need help.

You came to the wrong place for it. Get out.

Please.

Get out.

The good news is we can discriminate against him. It's not like that he's

or female or handicapped or in a suspect class protected by the Constitution.

You don't have to hire him.

or serve him in your restaurants, or have him shop in your stores.

He's a child molester.

You can be as prejudiced to your heart's content, and there's nothing he can do

about it. But how do we get him out?

Hold on, hold on.

I sent a message to him that he should join us here.

If he shows up, we'll tell him as a group.

We don't want him. This could hurt his feelings, and he might leave.

It didn't work with you.

I'll ignore that. If that fails, Michael Oswald has a plan for the children in

school. I think it will be good for all of us. Michael?

We're dispensing whistles to all of the elementary students.

If Mr. Wood even looks their way.

It also occurred to us that if we all got whistles, then any time we even saw

him, how much of that could he take?

I think he'd leave town.

People blowing whistles at him wherever he goes.

Well, the other thing we can do is elect a mayor. That's the best way to get rid

of anybody.

I can still be a character, even under tragic circumstances.

You know, I have another idea.

You know, at the hockey games, when a visiting player gets a penalty, and we

point at him in unison and say, You!

You! You!

I think that would be effective as well. He goes into a restaurant, we all chant

at him.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Don't take it personal, Jill.

They're just afraid you're going to preach.

Nobody wants this man out of town more than I do.

He took up residence a block from my house.

And I even begged my husband, the sheriff...

But I must admit that I'm a little shocked by what I'm

hearing today.

Oh, come on. As much as we condemn what Mr. Wood did, and as much as we fear

what he may do, we have to keep in mind that this is a sickness.

He may deserve some compassion.

There he is.

You! You!

You!

You!

Anybody who harasses Mr. Wood will be arrested and jailed.

Threaten him, you go to jail.

Blow a whistle at him, you go to jail.

In this country, the bad guys go to prison.

When they get out of prison, they get to be citizens again. That's the way it

works here.

He has to live somewhere.

Nobody wants it to be here, but it is here, and that is his right.

As sheriff, I will protect that right.

Anybody who wants to get to him, go through me.

Pretty tough to get people to miss Ed Lawson, but you managed to do it.

I wish I could be as strong as you are.

Well, I don't feel very strong.

And I may not be sheriff much longer. If we ever get a new mayor, first thing

he'll do is send me packing, if he wants to be popular.

No matter how scared I get, I would know that our kids will be safe because they

have you for a father.

Jimmy, there's been a shooting at the courthouse.

Adam

Wood,

gunshot to the head. Dead?

I think so. I put my jacket over his face. It's not a piece of... Anybody see

anything? Neil Maddox, security guard.

Supposed to be out front. Said he didn't see it. He found the gun, .38 caliber,

lying a few feet away.

Go get him.

He's dead.

Two gunshot wounds to the head.

What'd you see?

Nothing. You hear the guard standing by that door 20 feet away?

I'd gone to the bathroom. I came back. He was lying there.

You went to the bathroom. When you came back, he was lying dead.

Two bullets in the head.

Yeah? Take Mr.

Mannix down to the station.

For what?

For picking the wrong time to go to the bathroom. Take him.

Autopsy?

Immediately.

I told you everything I know. I don't believe you.

Maybe the guy shot himself.

I heard he was depressed.

Two shots, he shot himself twice in the head. Maybe he was really depressed.

You think this is funny?

You see me laughing here? I ain't seen anybody laugh. I ain't seen anybody cry,

neither. And I didn't see anything other than what I told you. For all I know,

you shot him. Maybe to boost your approval rating.

Jimmy, let go.

Come on.

Carter called.

We should get to the morgue.

Don't leave town, Neil.

Jimmy, I... I don't know what religion or denomination this Mr. Wood was,

but I thought I'd give him a small memorial.

Good or bad, he was still one of God's children. Well, he was one of God's

children when he was alive, Henry.

What do you mean, self -inflicted?

That's my finding. Death by suicide.

He shot himself twice in the head? First shot didn't kill him. It went to the

top part of the forehead. So he shot again.

Well, that can't be possible.

Residue plus trace metal. The gun was in his hand. I examined trajectory.

Powder burns on the skin. There's no question. I know self -inflicted wounds

when I see them.

The last person you pronounced dead is still alive, Carter.

You look alive, Kenny.

Carter.

You positive about this?

100%. Adam Wood took his own life. There's no doubt about it.

He touched me.

He touched me. I simply have to face the fact he touched me.

He touched me. Control myself and try to act as if I remember my name.

But he touched me. He touched me. Oh, he touched me. He touched me.

the same But he touched me Oh, he touched me

And suddenly nothing is

the same

Incident

report done.

Autopsy report.

I just need your initials on both.

Good. You ran ballistics?

We'll get the results on Friday. Prince on the gun?

All Adams. Looks like Carter was right.

Let's run the gun, too, to see where he got it. Good idea.

Kenny, I want to say that I'm just relieved

with what's now between us, that it hasn't affected the work.

We're still good partners as deputies, and I'm glad about that.

Me too.

Oh, you said no kissing at work?

Sorry. I slipped.

Shoots himself in front of the courthouse. It just doesn't make sense.

Maybe he was making some kind of point.

The courthouse represents a bastion of civil liberties. Maybe he was making

kind of statement.

But we killed him, Jimmy.

He pulled the trigger, but this town murdered Adam Wood.

Not you. You... You stood up for him. I didn't at first.

Max is right. I did send the message.

You know, there's one thing that I don't get.

He survived 16 years in prison.

He's finally a free man. He's out a week, and he takes his life. I can't

that. Well, you got a taste of what society had to offer him.

But he wasn't a stupid man.

He knew that he'd be ostracized.

He struck me as a man who was determined to move forward, not a suicidal...

I just can't believe that this town's prejudice would have pushed him over.

It wasn't the town.

It was me.

He came to my chambers this morning for help.

Maybe forgiveness.

And I sent him away.

Oh, we all did that, Henry.

At least a little.

Yes.

But he was my son.

Twenty years ago, I disowned him.

That's probably when he changed his name to Wood.

Never wrote to him in prison.

Never visited.

I'm the reason he chose to come to Rome.

He wanted to reconnect.

And I'm the reason he put that gun to his head.

Thank you for fighting for him.

I wish I could have.

I did love him.

Never stopped.

Then why... I don't know.

Why didn't you try?

August. 1968, Laurie Ann Silver, age 9.

April 1970,

Amelia Holliday, age 7.

December 1971,

Susan Ford, age 7.

But I did love him.

I never stopped.