All language subtitles for Picket Fences s04e10 Dem Bones

Okay, boy. Ready?

Go get it.

Go on.

That's it.

Come on.

Yeah. Bring it down here, Shultzy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Okay, Shultzy. You ready to go deep?

Where'd you get this, boy?

Okay, we've got upper torso to the left,
lower extremities to the right. You can

leave your textbooks in there. You won't
need them here. Keep the earth samples

separate, please.

We don't want any contamination. This is
not the L .A. crime lab.

Deposition 10 degrees, tightly flexed.
Excellent.

Okay, could you get the camera, please?

Carter. Just a minute, Jimmy.

Who are all these people? Grad students
from Madison.

I asked the anthro department to send me
over doctoral candidates with a

background in field excavation.

Giving strict instructions on forensic
procedure.

Voila. So they're volunteers, right?

Well, I vouch for their expenses.

You did?

It's the least the county can do, Jimmy.

Somebody here order a bulldozer? Yeah.

Anywhere. Bulldozer?

Elevated scraper, actually.

Thank you. Standard procedure.

We don't know what we're dealing with
here, Jimmy. Historical burial site,

random accident, serial killer.

Whatever happened to pickaxes and
shovels?

In the middle of winter?

All right, so what do we got?

I won't even hazard a guess.

You said you were close.

Minutes away, you said. Hey, there are
rigid parameters for the excavation of

skeletal remains, Jimmy.

Cataloging, filing, morphologies,
depositions.

I won't be rushed into premature
speculation.

Somebody labeled this. It's never
stopped you before.

I won't even dignify that with a
response. So what do I tell the

This has gone over the wire service.
What do I tell them? Tell them to kiss

sacroiliac.

Sheriff Bronson. Can you tell us how old
they were?

For the bones of a man or a woman. Your
husband's buried in Hogan County,

Lorraine. No, no, no, no, no. I donated
his eyes and now he wants them back.

Lorraine, how can he be back if he can't
see where he's going?

Oh, good point.

Oh, good point, Kenny.

Well, thank you. Thank you, Kenny.

Okay. Anytime.

All this hoopla were a bunch of bones.
You know, I bet it's a hiker that froze

to death years ago.

I guess it's a Viking.

You know, Leaf the Lucky, Eric the Red.
You been in the fingerprint ink again,

Skeeter? No, no. See, I study this
stuff.

Vikings used floating funeral pyres.

North Atlantic current picks one up,
drops him here.

Bingo.

It's a theory, you know.

Those bones belong to us.

I'm not saying they don't, Joe. The
Chippewa have held those lands sacred

generations.

Those remains were placed there long
before your people arrived.

The bones are Chippewa. Actually, they
aren't.

Discriminant function analysis suggests
the bones belong to the European

population cluster.

The victim was a 6 '1 male in his late
20s, left -handed, walked with an

external gait due to a buoying of the
right tibia. Wait a minute. You said

victim? That's right. This man was
murdered, Jimmy.

What? You can tell this from bones?

Bones and this knife tip lodged in the
thoracic vertebrae.

And 30 yards away, we found this.

So the guy was stabbed in the Highland
woods.

Wrong. He was killed somewhere else.

I detected traces of clay by the feet,
more like what we find near town.

My guess is he was stabbed here, then
taken to the woods and buried.

How long has he been there?

Can't be sure without radiocarbon
dating, but not long, archaeologically

speaking. I'd say 50 years, give or take
five.

50 years ago.

How come no one found him before?

Harlan Woods was in the middle of
nowhere until they started cutting it

development. Whoever killed this guy
wasn't worried about visitors. The body

only buried a few feet deep. Over the
years, frost heaves brought it to the

surface. I want a full investigation.

I really should be deputized on this
one, Jimmy. Really.

You won't regret this.

I want a positive ID on those bones.

How do you handle a 50 -year -old murder
anyway? Oh, the same as any other

investigation. There's no statute of
limitations on homicide.

But finding someone who can help, I'm
not optimistic about that.

It's quite the mystery.

Yeah. See, Carter, short of a UFO
landing in his backyard, this is as

as it gets.

Matthew.

Louie White said the dead guy's Jimmy
Hawk.

He's called the National Globe.

Well, Louis White has a very active
fantasy life.

Well, in a few days, the panda will give
birth in a zoo somewhere, and it will

all be forgotten.

Hot off the presses.

Get out. You made the paper?

It's for Paige. Oh, look at that.

That's a good picture. Hey, Schultz, you
never look better.

So, you think I should get an agent?

What?

For the TV rights.

Yeah, right.

This could be my 15 minutes.

For God's sake, Carter, what the hell's
going on here?

Hear me out, Judge.

Is that a hand on my piano? Only
partially. I'm missing the upper middle

phalanges. Get it out of here.

You're upset, aren't you? Get it out of
here. Get it all out of here now. My

problem at the morgue, Judge.

Bunsen burner set off the sprinkler
system. I thought I'd bring a little

home until... That's my poker table. You
won't even know that I used it, except

for the acetic acid stain, which is so
infinitesimal, really.

What stain?

Where? I've been deputized, Henry.

It's my responsibility to ID the victim.

50 -year -old murder case.

I can break it. Justice for this man may
ride on my shoulders.

All right.

We have the poker game on Saturday.

I don't want any upper middle phalanges
in the bean dip.

Thank you.

Fifty years ago, you say?

More or less.

Seems I recall something about a man
disappearing here.

It was during the war, a German fellow.

And it was in the Hogan County Herald.

This is completely ridiculous.

Don't believe it, Jimmy. Not a word.
What are you talking about?

You mean he hasn't been here yet? Who?
Jimmy.

Oh, him.

I've got it. The idea of the victim and
the murderer. I was having breakfast

till this nut interrupted me. Shut up. I
can't shut up in the face of insanity.

The dental records check out, Jimmy. The
victim was one Gustav Braun, age 24.

A Nazi.

Technically, he wasn't a Nazi. He was a
member of the German -American... A

Nazi. Out.

All right, all right. I'll be good.

I'll be good.

Maybe.

Apparently, Braun and his friends were
into some pretty ugly things, Jimmy.

Harassing Jews, hate -mongering. Oh,
lovely people.

Braun's group was suspected in the
beating of an old Polish butcher named

Levine, but a case couldn't be made.

Levine's son, Jacob, vowed revenge. He
was arrested subsequently for assaulting

one of Braun's friends.

A few nights later, Braun didn't come
back from work. That was 53 years ago.

Was there an investigation in this?

Police interviewed Levine. Sure, blame
it on the Jews. What else?

But there was no body, no murder weapon,
and Jacob had an alibi. He was with

friends. So what do you want from him?
He's an old man.

But now we have the body, the weapon,
the motive, and we have this.

Fingerprints. What?

You lifted 50 -year -old prints off that
knife.

Fairy tales. It's the X -Files.

Took the knife to the Wausau Crime Lab.
We used laser technology to lift several

prints. Ran them through the AFIF
database, which had Levine's prints on

from his earlier arrest.

Perfect match, Jimmy. The prints on that
knife belong to Jacob Levine.

You certain of that?

Dead certain.

Conjecture. Speculation.

The man's still alive.

Jimmy.

No comment. All I can tell you is that
Jacob Levine is innocent.

He put me in jail, thug. Don't worry,
I'll handle it. I didn't do anything.

I'll have you out in a few hours, Jacob.

They're putting me in jail.

Shame on you.

A 70 -year -old man with a bad heart on
circumstantial evidence, no less. I just

spoke with the new DA. He says we have a
solid case.

Oh, really? So where is this pillar of
social justice? I'd like to tell him

I think of this case.

Hey, you, Mr. Big Shot.

David.

Hiya, Pop.

It's a mockery, a sham, I tell you. Shut
up. He should be disqualified. Any

precedent you want to cite?

Yes, I was here first. Kick him out.
Dad, I was assigned the case.

You could have refused.

I didn't know you were defending.

Now you do. Drop out. Why? It's a solid
case.

A conflict of interest.

Whose interest?

Yours. It should be anyway.

Wombaugh. Yes?

Just what I need.

Stereo Wombaugh's.

Douglas, I don't see any conflict of
interest here.

The state is free to appoint whomever it
wants.

Except him.

Why? Because I'm a Jew?

Or because I'm your son?

If you're so concerned about
compromising your client's interest,

should remove yourself, Doug. Never.

Levine deserves the best.

So you admit we have a case?

Case, Mace.

A publicity campaign, that's what you
got.

Cardinal's son returns to stick it to
his father.

Is that what you think?

Wambaugh. What?

Both of you, get out.

Didn't know I was defending, right?
Okay, but that's not why I took the

Why did you?

Because it was an opportunity.

Opportunity for what? To betray your
people?

Oh, come on, Pop. I'm not betraying
anybody. It's a murder case, plain and

simple. If that's what you think, then I
failed you. Dad. It's a Pandora's box

you've opened.

Somebody from the DA's office was going
to try this case. Why not me?

You didn't build your career taking pro
bono cases for little old ladies, as I

recall. I didn't do it by supporting the
Nazis, either.

Nice to see you, too.

What kind of son did you raise?

Let's stick to the case, shall we?

Doesn't he understand what went on?

How it was?

Young people today, they'd rather
forget.

He should see what they did to my
father.

Then he'd change his tune.

They deserved to die.

Not that I killed Braun, understand?

But whoever did, it was a mitzvah.

Jacob, let me have the photo.

Father was never the same after that
beating.

Lost a hearing in his left ear.

He died two years later.

Those animals who did this, how come
they were never prosecuted?

My father didn't know who jumped him.

He had such a concussion, he couldn't
remember anything.

But I knew.

The town knew, but nobody did anything.

It's like Europe.

I had relatives in Cacao.

I knew what was going on.

I knew.

We've been friends for 20 years, Jacob.

How come I never heard you talk about
this?

Your parents were gassed in Booking
Wall, weren't they?

I've never heard you talk about that
either.

You push it down, but it's always there.

The hurt.

The hate.

And it never goes away.

Never.

1 ,400 big ones.

Here you go, Zach.

How's your photo go over in school
today?

Oh, fantastic.

My popularity ratings are up four
points.

Almost to where it was last year after
my stigmata.

We had this big discussion on
Schindler's List in Homeroom today.

You know, because of the bones.

Yeah? Yeah, Doris Webster said the Jews
made the whole thing up.

What, the movie?

No, the Holocaust.

She said they did it so people would
feel sorry for them.

Matthew, that's terrible.

I know. Miss Beckman didn't like it much
either.

She made Doris go out for detention.

But I heard some other kids say the same
thing.

Pretty crazy, huh?

Miriam.

I know you're very busy, so... Oh, no,
no, no. Please sit.

No, I'll just be a moment.

What's the hurry?

Sit down, Miriam.

Come on.

Sit down.

So?

So.

He looks good, don't you think? A bit
thin, maybe, but... Well, wait a minute.

What happened to that woman he was
living with in New York, the magazine

Well, they broke up. I mean, I think
that's why he left New York, partially,

to get over it.

They'd been talking about marriage, you
know.

How should I know?

I speak to him twice a year, maybe.

Miriam, did you know he was coming?

Only last week. It happened so quickly
and he thought he'd surprise you.

Ambush is more like it. Come on,
Douglas.

Out of the blue he gets a call from an
old friend of his and then this case

falls into his lap.

What falls?

He jumped at it.

Douglas.

Regardless of what you might think,
David's sole purpose in life is not to

you. Could have fooled me. He refuses to
join my firm. He moves to New York.

Becomes a prosecutor.

Douglas, he admires you tremendously.

But let's face it, you've never been an
easy act to follow and he needed to

spread his wings.

For 20 years, he needed to fly around.

Even pigeons come home eventually.

I think he came back also to make things
right with you.

Oh, sure, by opposing me in court,
shaming the memory of his grandparents.

Douglas, our son has come back.

Can't you at least be thankful for that?

Yeah, you're right.

You're right.

I thought we'd have dinner tomorrow
night, the three of us.

Family, huh?

Well, I think we're capable of putting
aside our differences for one night.

To be with our son.

You're cooking?

Yes.

I'll come anyway.

People versus Levine. Wave reading?

Yes, your honor.

How does your client plead?

He doesn't. I move for immediate
dismissal of all charges.

What? On what grounds?

On the grounds that the people have
nothing more than a bag of bones and

wartime gossip.

Objection. Your Honor, there's plenty of
circumstantial evidence to support the

charges. So you say. All right, all
right.

Motion denied.

What's your plea?

Take a guess.

Not guilty.

Fine.

Question the bail?

Yes, Your Honor. What?

This is a murder case, and the accused
presents a flight risk.

What risk?

This man is going to run away on two hip
replacements? I'm not finished.

Oh, yes, you are.

Wombo. Is he always like this?

No. It gets worse.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Continue, Mr. Wombo.

Not you.

Him. The defendant could flee the
country using not inconsiderable assets.

lived here all his life. Your Honor,
would you please shut him up? You're

to deny bail to a 70 -year -old man, and
you expect me to shut up?

That's it.

You're both fined $100.

What? For what? If anyone should be
fined, it should be him. Breach of

character. That's $200.

Care for more?

I'm warning you both.

I don't know what little family drama is
being played out here.

Frankly, I don't care.

Leave your differences outside my
courtroom, or you'll be arguing this

jail.

50 ,000 cash bail. We're done. Now get
out.

Mr.

Womble? Yes?

I wanted to thank you for taking on this
case. Well, one does what one can. My

father may not have been a saint, but
he's entitled to justice like everyone

else. What?

My mother went to a grave without ever
knowing what would become of my father.

I thought it was going to be the same
for me.

Oh, forgive me.

I'm Jonathan Braun.

Gusto Braun was my father.

Wrong Wombo. You want him.

David Wombo, acting DA.

And that was?

My father.

He represents the accused.

Oh, I see.

That's confusing.

Isn't it?

Thank you. You're welcome.

Mom, enough.

Come on, a couple more won't hurt you.

Oh, hey, they put in a new traffic light
on 3rd Street.

Oh, yeah. When was that? Around May or
something? I can't believe I shook his

hand.

Who? That German.

He's got a name, Dad.

Braun. Jonathan Braun. We agreed that we
weren't going to discuss it. He also

had three children, but it never knew
their grandfather. Well, that's

you have in common with them. Come on,
Dad. Come on. It's a bad time to be

attacking Jews is all.

I'm not attacking anybody. I'm
representing the state.

Your blood comes first.

Really? I always thought the law came
first.

It's bad enough we've always faced
eradication from without. Now we face

within. This from the man who was almost
booted out of his own congregation?

I never turned to my people.

You take the side of our enemies by
building a case on the bones of those

have murdered your grandparents. Our
enemies, Dad. The war is over.

I'm sorry about what happened, but
that's not going to bring my

back.

Luthor Braun may have been a bad man,
but that doesn't mean that...

Somebody has the right to kill him. He
deserves justice.

He got his justice. If you had any sense
of history at all, you'd know it. I

can't believe I'm hearing this.

They murdered six million Jews.

Dad, come on.

You're a lawyer.

If you defend a hate crime and call it
justice, then you're no better than the

Nazis.

The ongoing murder trial of Jacob Levine
has galvanized both Jewish activists

and neo -Nazis as the literal skeleton
in Rome's closet has risen to resurrect

ancient hatred in small -town America.

Recording live from the Rome Sheriff
Department, this is Timothy Malone,

Cable News.

Okay.

I think I'm ready.

Color -coded the lab reports for easy
reference. Fingerprints read.

Soil analysis, green, radiocarbon dating
blue.

I'm sorry, what?

Color coding for the lab reports.

I'm a little nervous.

You'll do just fine, Carter.

I can't believe what's going on out
there. It's like tearing over a rock.

Skinheads, you know.

You live a life in a town.

You think you know the people.

You like to believe it's a good place, a
safe place, and then something like

this happens.

They're from all over the state, Jimmy,
not just Rome.

I know what you mean.

I wonder if it would have been better if
I'd never identified those bones.

Freeze, that's their cut line.

Get out of here, now, all of you.

Keep going.

Hi. Oh, hi, Mom.

Going well?

Oh, we haven't really gotten into the
heavy stuff yet.

Oh, well, look, if this is a bad time, I
can come back. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

We're on a two -hour recess.

What's on your mind?

Well... David... I'm worried about your
father.

And you, too. If it's about last night,
that's my fault.

I shouldn't have pushed him. I'm sorry.

No, it's more than just last night. It's
the tension between you two. It's the

competition. I can't stand it.

You know, this is a very tough time for
your father.

Ever since we separated, he puts on a
brave face, but I know he's feeling

There's a... a hole in his heart.

Just as there is in yours, too.

Well, why else did you come home?

There were lots of reasons.

Oh, Dave.

You and your father are more alike than
either of you would like to admit.

I know he wasn't the easiest person to
grow up with.

But he was the best father he knew how
to be. Why do you keep punishing him for

it?

You know why he's acting this way toward
you, don't you?

He thinks you don't love him.

Why would he think that, Mom?

I never said that.

You don't have to say it.

It's what he feels.

What... What do you want me to do, Mom?
I can't drop the case.

I just wonder when the two of you will
finally forgive each

other.

Objection. That's inadmissible.

Goes to motive and intent, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

Sheriff Brock, what does the police
report say?

That in June 1943, Jacob Levine was
arrested for attacking a member of the

German -American Bund.

And that was just before the time of Mr.
Braun's disappearance?

Yes.

Thank you.

Sheriff Brock.

Was my client ever convicted of that
attack?

No, he had an alibi.

Well, was he even charged?

Apparently not.

Now, Sheriff, did you find any other
police reports from that time concerning

vandalism of Jacob Levine's butcher
shop?

Yes, there were two reports on file, one
for vandalism and the other for stolen

goods. Were any knives listed as
missing?

Butcher knives, perhaps?

One report listed several butcher knives
and cleavers as stolen, yes.

So then it's possible that the knife
used to kill Gustav Brown was in fact

stolen from my client's shop. Yes.
Objection. Calls for speculation.

I believe he just answered, Judge.

The defendant's fingerprints were
embedded in traces of animal blood

along either side of the murder weapon's
handle.

This explains how the prints could
survive 50 years wrapped in a newspaper

underground. And was there anything
significant about the pattern of prints

found? Yes, there was no thumbprint,
suggesting the knife was

gripped thumb over knuckle to make a
downward plunging motion.

You can't say when those prints got on
that knife, can you, Dr. Pike?

Not exactly. Oh, not at all, you mean.

Now, those prints...

Could have been made a week or even a
month before the murder.

That's true, yes.

So it's possible that if the knife was
stolen from my client's shop, his prints

could have remained on it even though
someone else later committed the murder.

That's a nice theory, but there were no
other prints on the knife.

Are you saying those blood traces would
have preserved every fingerprint put on

that knife 50 years ago?

They preserved the defendant's. Answer
the question, Dr. Pike.

How could you say there was no other
prince in that knife at the time of the

murder some 50 years ago?

Well... Ah, you can't say that, can you?

Not to a certainty, no.

Ah, now we're getting somewhere.

Mr. Hostetter, you were a member of the
Bund here in Rome, correct?

Yes. And you knew the deceased Gustav
Braun?

Very well.

He was our leader.

Ah.

And under his leadership, what kind of
things did you do?

Terrible things. We broke windows of
Jewish businesses, painted swastikas.

Did you ever beat people?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Overruled?

Yes. More than one person?

A few Jewish people. For example,

Ezra Levine, the accused father.

Did your group beat him up?

Yes. And Gustav Braun, he was at these
beatings?

He led them.

Sounds like he made a lot of enemies.

Objection. The point is, any number of
people could have wanted Gustav Braun

dead. Objection, Your Honor.

Withdrawn. No more questions.

Mr. Hofstadter, I think the jury would
be interested in knowing why you came

forward today.

Why an ex -Bunt member would voluntarily
contact the defendant's counsel.

Gustav Braun was a hateful man.

I'm sorry I ever knew him.

After the war, when I took Christ into
my heart, I dedicated my life

to making up for all my misdeeds.

And I'm sure we all admire that.

But Gustav Braun didn't have that same
opportunity, did he?

Thanks to his murderer, we'll never know
if he might have experienced the same

kind of transformation you did.

Is there a question somewhere in the
speech?

Mr. Hostetter, do you know who killed
Gustav Braun?

No, I don't.

Those people that you said were beaten
by Mr. Braun, do you have proof that any

of them killed him?

No. If you...

were beaten by somebody, Mr. Hostetter.

Do you think it would be right to turn
around the next day and murder them?

No, of course not.

You yourself were severely beaten
shortly before Mr. Braun's

weren't you?

Yes. Somebody jumped you and smashed
your face beyond recognition with a

baseball bat.

Isn't that right, Mr. Hostetter?

Yes.

Did you see your attacker?

Yes.

And was that person ever charged with
this vicious crime?

No. Why not?

His friends gave him an alibi.

Mr. Hostetter, is that person in this
courtroom today?

Answer the question, please.

Yes. Where is he, Mr. Hofstadter?

It's him.

The defendant.

But I forgive him.

I forgive him.

I'll give you some peroxide to keep the
sutures clean. I'll want to check them

in a few days, okay?

Okay. Your ribs will be tender for a
little while. Do you have a heating pad?

I've got one.

Gentle heat will help that soreness.
Doug, you're white as a sheet. Are you

right? I'm fine, fine.

David, let's go.

Here you go.

Thanks, Dr. Brock. Yes, you're welcome.

Thank you, Jill. Come, come, David,
come.

I don't recognize this world anymore.

Jews attacking Jews. Just a few
extremists, Dad.

Isn't there enough hate in this world
already?

We're supposed to be messengers.

Maybe we forgot the message.

I remember asking you when I was a kid.

What's so important about being a Jew?

Remember what you said?

When the world comes looking for Jews,
you'll know.

I said that?

I thought it was a pretty strange thing
to say at the time. Not much to build a

life around, anyway.

Maybe I understand a little better
today.

You ever think about them, Pop?

Your parents?

I don't remember hearing many stories
about them.

I try not to think about it.

Get on with your life, I've always told
myself.

Get on with it, Wombo. Get on.

cancels everything but the truth.

And the truth, ladies and gentlemen,
lies before you.

Jacob Levine murdered Gustav Braun in
cold blood.

The motive?

His father's beating.

The means?

A butcher's knife with Jacob Levine's
own fingerprints on it.

And the opportunity?

No alibi from friends, dead or alive,
could hold up against the weight of hard

evidence presented in this courtroom.

And yet the defense has insinuated that
even if Jacob Levine did commit this

murder, it was somehow justifiable
because Gustav Braun was a bad man.

He deserved to die.

So why bother who killed him?

It's a clever argument.

Judge the victim, not the attacker.

Clever.

Very tempting in this case.

And wrong.

It is not Gustav Braun who was on trial
here today, but Jacob Levine.

That man there grew up without a father
because of what this man did

50 years ago.

And when we allow people to get away
with murder, ladies and gentlemen,

regardless of the reason, life
everywhere becomes a little cheaper.

We all have to start looking over our
shoulders to make sure no one's coming

us.

It is not your place to judge the value
of a man's life, but it is your

sacred responsibility.

to determine who took that life away.

The bones of Gustav Braun cry out for
justice.

I pray that you hear that cry.

More than bones were buried in this
case, my friends.

Ancient prejudices and, yes, evils, too,
have been unearthed.

So please save room in your prayers for
Ezra Levine, the defendant's late

father, a citizen of Rome, your
neighbor, and all others who fell before

the scourge of Nazi hatred.

All right.

Let's examine the prosecution's case.

Motive.

Did the defendant have reason to despise
Gustav Braun?

Yes, along with every right -thinking
person of this town.

Braun was a violent menace. He preyed
upon innocent people, any one of whom

could have wished him dead.

Means.

The prosecution's case comes down to a
single piece of evidence, a knife with

Jacob Levine's prints on it.

Yet Sheriff Rock himself has provided
room to doubt who plunged that blade

Braun's neck 50 years ago.

Levine's butcher shop was broken into.

And we have every reason to believe the
murder weapon was taken at that time

with Jacob's prints already on it.

So why were there no other prints found
on the murder weapon?

The fact is, we simply don't know how
that knife came to rest in Howland Woods

more than 50 years ago, or whether there
are other prints on it that have washed

away by time.

Now nobody...

can put that man on the scene at the
night of Braun's disappearance.

Jacob Levine did not have the
opportunity to commit murder.

He was out with friends that night, and
if they were still alive, they'd tell

you themselves.

Instead, we can rely on Rome Sheriff's
Department, which thoroughly

Braun's disappearance and saw no basis
to charge Mr. Levine with anything.

If an alibi...

was good then.

Why should it be bad now?

Because the prosecution tells you so?

Because the witnesses are dead?

Let me repeat what the D .A. told you. A
phrase from Byron

that I taught him.

Death cancels everything but the truth.

You know the truth about Gustav Braun,
and you know the truth about Jacob

Levine.

I implore you, serve the truth.

Relax, Jacob. It could be days.

They wouldn't put me away, would they?

Juror number four, the waitress, she
makes me nervous.

I was watching.

You did real good.

I think... I think we got away with it.

Madam foreperson, has the jury reached
the verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant please rise?

What say you?

In the matter of the people versus Jacob
Levine on the charge of murder in the

first degree, we find the defendant not
guilty.

The defendant is free to go.

You rotten hell! What's the matter with
you?

My father!

Hi.

Jacob! Is he all right? I didn't mean
to... Come on, let's get you out of here

before somebody sticks a knife in you.
Come on.

Jacob! Jacob!

Sorry. At least he died with his name
intact.

You argued a hell of a case, Dad.

I didn't know until right before the
end.

Know what?

I swear I didn't know.

He was guilty.

I'm glad I'm an old man.

I've seen too much craziness.

Pop, I don't know what's right anymore.

I don't know anything anymore.

Well, if it's any consolation, I love
you.

I don't know why that's so hard to say.

So we lay Jacob Levine to his final
rest. And may his goodness live on

in the lives of those who know him.

And together let us say, Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Amen. Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
Amen. Amen.

In the words of John, we say, The hour
has come for the Son of

Man to be glorified.

Amen. Amen.