All language subtitles for Picket Fences s03e21 Upbringings

He wants you to warn him.

Jimmy? He does it on purpose.

What? Just let me snap his neck a
little. I won't hurt him much.

He doesn't give me discipline at all.

He almost hit me.

Get back.

Get back.

He wants that Thompson kid on his balder
cycle. Get back.

All the way to the front, please.

Yes, sir. How do you feel?

Stay right there, sir, if you're feeling
warm.

That's Walter Brock.

Who's Walter Brock?

Maybe only the best trial attorney in
this country.

Hey, Dad.

How are you, son?

The eggs aren't all still.

Chernobyl.

How could you not tell me?

Beat it, Doug. He's not hurt, and the
Thompson family has no money. There's no

one to sue. Well, even if there was,
he'd hardly need me.

Ha -ha!

Walt the Brock!

Well,

it's just fine, and guess why he came?

Are you dying?

Well, close. It's my 75th birthday.

And I'm sure if I'd stayed at home, I
would have gotten your card.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

As I woke up this morning,

I thought, my God, 75.

A man should be with his family. So I
got in my car and drove straight here,

only to be run off the road by that punk
on that motorcycle.

It would be an honor for me to sue him
on your behalf.

I'm sorry, you're, uh... Douglas Rambo.

I'm a great admirer.

The Thompsons have no liquid assets, but
it would be a supreme privilege if you

let me take their house.

Uh, no, no, no, thank you. It's, uh...

No suing. It's my birthday. And we're
going to have a celebration.

Dad has even agreed to spend the night,
Jimmy.

Oh, terrific.

So I thought we'd have a little family
party. Can I come?

Well... Of course you can come. It's a
party. How often does a man have a 75th

birthday? Max, can you come, too? Oh,
well, actually... No, you'll be there.

Love to.

May I bring Henry Bone? I'm sure he
would like to meet him. Maybe... Yeah,

him, too. Seven o 'clock sharp. Big
party.

Take him to my house.

Thank you.

I suppose he just... He went out to
order the cake.

How many times can we tell you about
that motorcycle, Scott? You know, we

cite you for taking off the muffler. I'm
Juvie. It doesn't matter. Juvie's going

to be prosecuted, too. This is the Juvie
spell right here. It comes with a

coloring book. Get in. Oh, come on.

We called his parents? His mother said
to keep him. The night in jail might be

just what he needed. I was in my lane.
The old geezer just panicked. Yeah,

you can use the old geezer defense in
court. You can't keep me here.

Hey, I'm juvie!

Hey!

So, what are you up to?

I come to visit, so that makes me up to
something.

Yes, with you, yes. You don't just wake
up and decide to drive to Rome. Are you

dying?

Jimmy.

Hello, sweetheart.

I'm 18. You can talk in front of me. If
you hate each other, it's not going to

cripple my childhood.

Oh, she's got an edge.

You'd know that if you'd come by more
than once every five years.

I only come when I'm invited.

Honey, let's set the table for dinner.

They're not going to make it to dinner.

Why are we here so early?

They said 7 o 'clock.

Walter Brock.

Can you believe it, Henry?

No. Aren't you excited to meet him? No.

He's written two horn books. I don't
care much for plaintiff attorneys.

They make their living exploiting other
people's tragedies.

Then they prance around with puffed -up
chests under the delusion that

everything they do is philanthropic. I
haven't met one yet who doesn't make me

want to puke.

Except for me.

Except for you.

Well, I guess there's no point in making
first impression.

Conclusions have already been drawn.

Well, I was just speaking in
generalities.

Fair, open -minded generalization it
was.

Walter Brock.

Henry Bone, it's a pleasure.

I brought you a gift. Very expensive.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

I'll open it after cake.

Hi, Grandpa.

Hi, Grandpa.

Ah, there they are, looking sharp.

Oh, dressed up.

Look at these Brock boys. Don't they
look sharp, huh? They couldn't be any

sharper if their heads were pointed.

Look, if you don't like the gift, I can
exchange it. No, no, no, I'm sure it'll

be just fine.

Hey. Sorry we're late. What did we miss?

Nothing. Everything is still civil.

Hey, well, we caught the kid. He's in
lockup.

I don't want to press charges.

Well, let's have dinner, shall we? Let's
all go into dinner.

Good. I take that, Judge. Come on.

Every night, Walter Brock comes to
dinner after you, Judge. Oh, no, no.

This is going to be tough. We don't need
you to antagonize. Me?

Yes, you, little Miss Edge.

Edge, we don't need at this dinner. You
and I have to be the peacemakers.

What's with Daddy, anyway?

I don't know. I don't know. He never
told me. How could you not know? You're

wife. Well, I'm a lousy wife on this
one.

You know how hard it is for him to spit
it out when he wants to talk about

something when he's reluctant.

You know what I mean?

So you and I have to be the mediators.
We'll smile.

We'll be charming.

Hi,

everybody. Jill, I thought to kick
things off, I'd say grace to commemorate

excellent reunion.

Oh, that's very nice, darling.

My father's been known to bar that
family dinner.

Well, I'll just keep one eye open and
one nostril closed. How's that?

Nice bunny. Let's just pray.

That's a good idea.

That was not edgy.

Dear God in heaven, we thank you for
this rich, rich blessing.

There's nothing more beautiful than the
coming together of father and son.

Of course, there's nothing more fragile
than this kind of relationship.

Take Maxine, for example.

Sitting there so pretty, she's estranged
from her father.

Kimberly and Jimmy, she almost moved out
when he found her in bed with Billy O

'Connell during Jingle Bells. When she
French -kissed Lisa Fenn, not to mention

Kenny. Hey!

I'm laying down some groundwork. When I
feel tension in a room, I shatter it,

and I feel tension here.

You see that?

He shot me with a piece.

This is volatile subject matter.

Aha! It's stuck.

A stuck pea is an omen. All right, all
right. That's enough of this nonsense.

Yes, let's just cut to it, shall we?

I mean, you're all wondering why I came,
assuming that the motivation couldn't

possibly be fatherly love.

But you're right. There is something
else.

Ah, he is dying. Mr. Wong. I will ask
you to leave.

Zoop. Jimmy, with the exception of Jill,
I'm not sure anybody here knows that

you did two and a half years of law
school.

I knew.

I didn't. Dropped out with one semester
left.

Now, that part's still a mystery to me.

Anyway, the reason I'm here, Jimmy, is
that I'm 75.

I'm not dying.

I am getting older.

I'm going to give up my practice.

and patch things up with my family.

And under the concept of killing two
birds with one stone, I'd like to give

my law practice.

Excuse me?

Well, you'd have to put in that one
semester and get the law degree, of

but after that, your name would be at
the top of the letterhead.

22 partners.

67 associates.

And they'd all report to you.

The whole firm?

It's his?

Everything.

From father.

Son.

Jimmy, we can't stay out here forever.
We have a house full of people. Then

them home.

I thought my relationship with my father
looked bad.

I don't want to talk about it, Jill.
Well, clearly, Jimmy, 17 years, you

talk about it. What could possibly have
happened? He showed you. You saw what he

did.

His intent seemed to be to give his son
something.

His intent was to tell me my life has
been a waste, Jill.

Didn't exactly hear it like that.

The point was made without it sounding
like that.

That's why juries love him. That's why
he wins, Jill.

The sniper without seeming the assassin
vintage, Walter Brock.

Does he often run to his room?

He doesn't like confrontation.

May I say something?

I wish you would.

I've heard what a profound man you are.

Yeah, yeah.

Even if he accepted your offer, a person
just can't step out of law school and

run a farm.

The partners and the associates do all
the work.

Senior partners rarely carry much of a
load, or at least not the smart ones.

Yes, but the senior partners earned the
position.

What would the other lawyers think of
him?

Being handed the reins without any
experience.

Maybe that's what you want, Grandpa.

To surround Daddy with all these people
who think he's not good enough.

You really do have a wicked edge,
Kimberly.

It's not attractive. I see a lot of
Lydia in you.

You know, I always thought that she was
a dreadful being.

But thankfully, experience taught me
that there's nothing so deceiving in

as a quick judgment.

Eventually, I came to see what I'm sure
was only a glimpse of her real

dimension.

She's an intricate person, a beautiful
woman, who covers up a lot of

vulnerability with hard armor.

Maybe you have a little bit of that in
you.

Truth is, we don't really know each
other, you and I.

And I suspect that's my loss.

One thing for sure, I won't judge you
based on what little I know, ma 'am. I

expect the same courtesy.

That I'm 18 and I don't know you.

That I have no basis to judge you on.

Maybe I could judge you on that.

I agree.

I absolutely agree.

For a grandfather not to know his
granddaughter is a tragedy.

But it was your dad that kept us apart.

Ah, Jimmy, everything is delicious.

You come into my home, and you... you
humiliate me in front of

my children.

And you're charming about it.

Zach, do you find your grandpa charming?
Nice guy?

Jimmy, all right.

Matthew, Zach, let's go up to your room
for a minute, okay?

I want to stay.

Me too. Oh, no, that's a great idea. You
go on up. We'll call you when it's time

for cake. Grandpa and Daddy need to
talk. Doug and I are leaving.

What? Shut up. Come on, I'll buy you a
beer at O 'Callie's.

We can share separate booths. Let's go.

I'm not one to eat and run.

Well, yeah, it's a shocker. Come on,
let's go.

Honey, listen.

What? I'd like to hear this. Yeah, well,
so would I. Come on, I need the time.

I'm going, but I'm going to have to
get... Go ahead.

I made you an offer.

All you are to do is decline.

Right.

Right? You glare at me with fire in your
eyes and you say right?

You stomping around on one foot like a
bull ready to charge and say right and

flee the room? I want you to get out of
my house. No. I ask you to get out. I

said no.

I may not have been perfect, but by God,
I don't deserve this.

Did I beat you?

Did I abuse you? Was I ever, ever not
there for you?

At least you owe me an explanation. I
owe you nothing. You got that?

Will you ever get it?

I owe you nothing.

Sometimes...

When parents try to love too much, it
can, well, it can cause pain.

And that's what's going on down there?

Too much love?

I think maybe.

You know, my own father, all he wanted
to do was protect me.

And that was very nice.

But it didn't give me any confidence.

I grew up thinking that I couldn't do
anything.

I even had to see a psychiatrist. I got
so screwed up over it.

This is the psychiatrist you slept with
and then arrested?

That would be the one, yes. But my point
is, my father wanted everything

for me.

But he didn't really believe that I
could be anything.

So I rebelled.

He wanted me married to a rich college
professor wearing evening gowns and

to the symphony.

Instead, I became a cop.

To get out of going to a concert?

To defy my father.

The real truth is, every decision I ever
made as an adult, unconsciously, I was

going against my father.

Do you know what she's talking about?

Shh. I stopped listening. I'm trying to
hear what's going on down there. What is

going on is that you're trying to remake
me, just like you've always tried to

remake me.

That's upright false.

I've always had great pride in you. Your
pride goes to potential, Dad.

Always potential.

And in the end, I didn't live up to your
potential, and that's what this was all

about. According to who?

You.

Oh, I don't think so. Did I tell you
that?

No.

Did I make any kind of a pronouncement
the day you walked out of law school? I

said, if that's what you want to do,
son, then do it.

Do what you think is best. No, you said
that's not my son.

Do what you want to do, but that's not
my son.

No, I never said that. You said that!

How could I forget that?

That's not my son.

But even if I... I was trying to
persuade you to think things over.

Well, I thought it over, and I want you
to leave this house.

Well, I want to know why, damn it! It
can't be because of some unintended

remark.

I ask you to leave this house.

You're asking me to get out of your
life.

If I go, Jimmy, you'll only have
yourself to run away from.

Perhaps you're good at that.

Yes,

perhaps you're best at that.

So he stayed in a hotel?

Well, I don't really know where he
stayed, honey.

Probably a hotel or a motel.

Okay, you're late for practice. Drink
your juice.

Do you think this family has too much
drama?

I don't know.

Why do you ask?

Well, last year Kim got kidnapped.

Matthew got shot.

This year you got thrown in jail over
busing. You barely dodged a murder rap

when you offed your patient.

And last week, my hands started to
bleed.

Maybe a sign from Jesus Christ, Lord
Almighty.

Well, you know, these things sometimes
happen.

And any time a relative comes over,
doors start getting slammed.

Is this the normal family?

Well, I like to think we're more close
-knit than most families.

Hey, off you go to practice.

Try not to hit too many swans along the
way.

I don't appreciate that.

Sorry.

Hi, Dad.

Hi. Bye.

You know, we do have more drama than we
need in this family. Not that I'm not

mostly to blame, but I don't understand
why you and your father... Well, let's

just leave it at that, Jill, all right?
You don't understand.

But why did you quit law school?

Is it because you didn't want to be a
lawyer?

Or does it have something to do with...
I'm sorry. I'm going to be late.

Why are you going in today?

Sheriffs have to work on Saturdays
sometimes.

It's an important job, you know, being a
sheriff. It's not a complete waste of

time or life. No, of course it isn't.

Have a good day.

When do I get out?

According to your mother, the best thing
for you might be to spend the whole

weekend here. Let some sense sink in.
You can't do this.

Scotty, this is America. We're the
police. We can do anything we want.

Newt is in.

Civil liberties are out.

You don't think this is a little harsh?

He almost killed the guy with his
motorcycle.

He's lucky not to be prosecuted.

Kenny, is there something wrong?

No.

Good.

Tell me.

What do you want?

Every adult decision you've made
probably goes against your father,

maybe deciding to be with me.

What? Are you dating me to batter him?

This is crazy.

No chance of me hauling you off to the
symphony, is there?

Kenny, I love you.

It wouldn't be fun to bring me home to
dad.

I had a feeling.

High school, junior year.

I set the state high jump record.

After the meet, everybody went home. You
took me down to the track.

You said I could jump higher.

I tried three times.

The last time I did jump higher.

That's our story, Dad.

I get to be your son as long as I jump
high enough.

I wanted you to strive to be the best.

What parent doesn't?

My love for you has never been
conditional on your achievement.

Not much.

If that's true...

Then how do you explain my loving you
right now?

As pathetic as you seem.

Oh, did that hurt, Jimmy?

Well, it was meant to.

The way you've insisted on hurting me.

How do you think a father feels when his
only son abandons him? Well, then why

don't you sue me, Dad? I'm sure you've
got a great case of emotional pain and

suffering.

Ladies and gentlemen.

How could a son repay a father so
poorly? How could he treat him with such

cruelty?

I'll tell you how.

The son enters law school.

He's near the top of his class. He
enters the National Moot Court

and starts to win.

Case after case, the son wins, and he is
good.

And they start saying he could be, could
be another Walter Brock.

And that makes the father proud, so, so
very proud that his son could be him.

James Brock was becoming everything his
father wanted him to be, and that was

the dream, wasn't it?

To be the harvest of his father's...

The son decided, no.

He couldn't commit that kind of
spiritual suicide, so he walked away

life, with his life.

A very, very moving story, ladies and
gentlemen.

The council has left out one key part of
the story.

You see, the son loved the law.

He was excited about the opportunities
presented by the legal profession.

He dreamed of being a lawyer.

He dreamed it.

The son should walk away from his
father.

That's why.

But why, ladies and gentlemen, did he
walk away?

From the law.

His dream.

He didn't walk away with his life.

I submit he fled his life.

My life is here. This is the life I
chose. Then you should stand here secure

the fully self -defined human being you
are.

But is that what we see here, ladies and
gentlemen?

A man who was secure in his life's
choices, did he come here today to sit

solace, to reflect on how well all his
dreams came true? Shut up.

I submit, this son is a liar. Shut up!
You didn't think you could live up to

That's why you left.

My footsteps were too big. That's why
you ran.

That makes you a coward.

I didn't say it then, but I'll say it
now if I can. I ran because I was afraid

could be you, would be you, and I
couldn't bear the thought.

The idea was hateful.

I'm just practicing. We're supposed to
say stuff.

You're not supposed to say my sister's a
dyke.

It's just practice.

I'm supposed to distract the hitter. I
don't mean nothing.

Come on, Zach. Step in there. Let's go.
Let's go.

No batter. No batter.

Mother's a murderer.

No batter.

You're right.

My mother's not a murderer.

Come on, Zach.

Stop taking this stuff so personal.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go, Zach. No
batter. No batter. He can't hit.

Jesus hurt his little hand.

Mother would be in jail if we had a
decent sheriff.

Strike three, you're out of there.

You should have swung at that one.

Right.

Hey.

He had a passion.

Mm -hmm. Let's go. It was temporary
insanity, too. Automatic pilot.

Think about it in jail, Zach.

Call Wamba.

I called your father.

Hey.

What you in for?

Motorcycle.

Oh, yeah.

You?

Baseball bat.

Baseball bat?

Ah. He just hit him?

Right in the head.

Where is he? I put him in a cell.

In jail?

That's where he belongs.

If that kid didn't have a mask on, he'd
probably have a fractured skull.

Kids.

Honey.

I did not fall in love with you just to
get back at my father.

Maybe not.

But maybe you're attracted to a certain
kind of man because of your father.

A type opposite him or something.

Well, so what?

We all grow up to form our likes and our
tastes.

Who knows how we get them?

In the end, you are my type.

Does it matter why?

It's a trick question.

Only a college professor type would know
the answer.

I just got mad.

I'm just gonna go give him a dike.

I'm a murderer.

Just go mad.

And that's how you show your anger?

With violence?

I'm sorry.

You know, when kids say stuff like that,
the cruel stuff,

that's their weakness.

That's them being stupid.

Now, if you remember that, you probably
won't get as mad.

Maybe you were mad at Mom and me a
little when you swung that bat.

No. Well, you could have been, you know.
We've been making things kind of hard

at home, and I'm sorry about that.

we make so many mistakes, you know?

Heck, I'm only 51. I got time to make so
many more.

I guess the thing for all of us to do is
to try to not make the same one twice.

Especially the ones we can control.

Now, hitting somebody with a bat, I bet
if you tried...

You could control that, couldn't you?

Huh?

Yes. Yeah.

Did you and Grandpa make a mistake?

Maybe.

When you can't control.

I also took the third strike.

Down the middle.

Well, you'll hit it tomorrow.

You won't hit that catcher, will you?

No.

The next one down the middle means
you're going to hit a home run.

Keith, okay?

Yeah. Thank you, Daddy.

All right.

Talk to the kids' parents, and they're
not going to press charges against Zach,

all right? But, Jimmy, look, maybe your
kids should give up sports.

Thanks. No, I'm serious. I mean, if they
can't stick to hitting the inanimate

objects... Don't tell me how to parent.

Fine. You got that down, right? Hey!

I'm a good father!

How dare you walk into my office...

I'm a good father.

I know you are, Jimmy. And I'm a good
sheriff.

It's not easy being a sheriff.

You think you're better than me because
you're a lawyer? Is that what you think?

No. I'm proud to be a sheriff. I'm proud
of it.

And Zach is a good baseball player. He's
a good ball player.

That catcher should never have called
his sister a dyke. That was wrong.

What?

Did I miss something?

Jimmy, you're falling apart. Thank you.

You know, Kenny thinks I fell in love
with him because he represents the

opposite of my father's ideal.

I'm scared maybe he's right.

What the hell are you talking about?

How could it happen that our fathers
stay inside us like this?

Is it that they won't let us go or that
we won't let them go? What about the

Thompson kid? I don't want him in here
another night.

Okay, I'll call his mother.

One thing I don't understand, Jimmy, is
how could you deny him?

I understand how you don't see eye to
eye with your father, how you don't want

to talk about him.

But he's Walter Brock, and even your own
wife.

Could have used his legal expertise last
month.

And you never even mentioned his
existence. How could it get that deep?

your job, deputy. Just do your job.

Somebody's got to do your job.

Take the day off. What did you say?

You're incapacitated. Max and I will be
temporary. Get out of here.

I'll take her to the mayor. You want
that? You want this public, Jimmy?

This town needs a sheriff. Right now, it
ain't you.

Take the day off. Fix your head. As
acting sheriff, that's my first order.

It really wasn't my intent to disrupt
your life.

I just figured that between your
manslaughter trial and Zack's stigma, I

quietly slip in unnoticed. Ha, ha.

Well, that's just an old lawyer's trick,
you know, to, uh... When things aren't

going well, to make small jokes and
smile and... So that the jury doesn't

wind of, uh... Your despair?

Oh, Kimberly, I'd like to apologize to
you for not...

Getting to know you better.

Though all of you... I mean, my
differences with your father aside...

you come to Rome?

Time to go, Scott.

I'm sorry.

You okay?

Yeah. I told you about riding that
thing.

You go get in the car.

I try to discipline him. I do. It's just
his dad left three years ago.

Since then, well, you know.

Thanks for keeping them.

Hope it does them good. Me too.

Bye. Bye.

Am I the only one with a decent father?

I mean, my father is a good guy.

I bet he is.

He'd approve of you.

Thanks. And mine?

Well, he probably wouldn't approve of
you.

But I do.

Look, I didn't mean what I said before.

Yeah, you did.

You weren't quitting the law, you were
quitting me.

And I still don't understand why.

You let me idolize you.

You never led me to believe you were
just another lawyer, a hired gun to win

cases. You always presented yourself to
me as a man of greatness.

But you're just another man.

Oh.

I get to be the father as long as I jump
higher.

I saw you for what you were, and I
suddenly became nothing.

You became nothing.

Don't you see?

I wanted to be you.

That was my dream. It was my whole sense
of... to be you.

And you pushed me to be you.

Then when you turned out to be... How
could I help but run?

Well, maybe I didn't turn out to be the
image of your

hero.

But I'm still your father, and I gave
you everything.

Everything.

Everything but love.

What? The day I quit law school.

When you said, it's not my son.

You couldn't have loved me then, Dad. No
father would say... That

was the final truth.

I wasn't going to hang around the face
anymore.

I saw you in the cell with Zach today.

I heard you telling him about all of
those mistakes that you made.

I thought, how brave for a father to
admit to his child that he was fallible.

I so wish I'd done that.

Did I ever hold you the way that you
held Zach today?

Not that I remember, no.

I think it was...

Firm handshake, pat on the knee.

Yeah.

Well, I was wrong to come here and offer
you a better life.

Wrong because of my arrogance. Wrong
because of my selfish need to feel

that I was giving you something. And
most of all, I was wrong because

you have the better life.

and your children. It isn't even close.

And I hear you're a... You're a great
sheriff.

See, where you were wrong and where
you've always been wrong is thinking

don't love you.

I clearly didn't succeed in showing it,
but maybe the damage is the same anyway.

People have been asking me why I came
back here to give you my law firm.

I really came back here to tell you I
love you.

And giving you the law firm was the only
way I could think of to

do it.

Let me now try one other way.

I love you, son.

I love you, too, Dan.

What do I do now?

I don't know.

The movies, they always...

They made up? That's what Daddy said.

Oh, and he also said that they made
plans for Grandpa to come back on the

July. Wow. Yeah.

Good. So if Dad stops acting crackers,
maybe Zach will stop going after kids

like that.

Zachary Brock.

Where is Daddy anyway?

Well, he said he'd have to go back to
the office and get some stuff.

So you and Daddy both get along with
your fathers now. This is very good.

It's good.

It's excellent.

Maybe your hands won't bleed anymore.

Douchebag. Zachary Brock.