All language subtitles for Picket Fences s03e22 The Song of Rome

He touched me.

He put his hand in mine and then he
touched me. No, no, no, no.

You are not singing that at the spring
pageant. It's part of a medley. I'm

supposed to sing a song that reflects
the year and... You are not singing

We've all heard your rendition of that.
Henry. No, it's a festive pageant. Let's

go with the children's number. Wait, I
got the finale.

Number two.

The skies are blue, people true.

Every day you feel anew.

It's so wonderful to be alive in Rome.

Well, you know, we like that. That's
good.

Great, simple folks.

Happy blokes.

People laugh at all my jokes.

It's so wonderful to be alive in Rome.

Put on the pond if you're a swan and
there's hockey going on. Look out, look

out, look out, look out. No, no, no.
You've got to be kidding. A happy song

should have an edge. It takes the curse
off the pep.

Doug, this is the big spring pageant. I
know, Jill, but family values don't

play. We've got to shock people.

He said disgrace to the community.

Are you going to sing?

All right, all right.

We have to sing songs that reflect the
year.

That's tradition.

Don't you have another song?

I do.

But I'm not going to sing it if he's
going to stand there yelling, no, no,

no, no, before I sing a single verse.

All right, we won't say a word. Sing the
first verse.

Henry. No, shut up. Thank you.

Number three.

To the town that knew me when.

To the land where lady love still holds
my heart.

It is now my chance to see her.

For her husband's in a freezer.

One whack on the head, he's dead.

And now she's mine.

What are you doing?

Dance aerobics.

Got to get ready for the pageant.

You're not going to wet your pants again
like you did for the trombone recital.

Nope.

I'm a pro now.

If he sings the finale, pageant's
ruined.

Your collar is a little tight on this,
Henry. You're being far too stuffy.

The last song is supposed to personify
the sentiments and the spirit of the

community. Douglas Wambaugh...
Personifies our spirit better than

Look, would you wait here for me in the
lobby? I have someone waiting for me in

the confessional.

I don't know why you're so upset about
this.

It's not because he's Jewish, I hope.

Now, that's ridiculous.

That man wrote a musical about child
molestation.

It has nothing to do with his being
Jewish.

Okay. How can I help you, my son?

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been six months since my last

confession. Mm -hmm.

And what are your sins, my son?

I gamble.

I've stolen from my own family to pay
off my gambling debts.

Now I owe Bookie about $1 ,000. If I
don't give it to him, I'll be in a lot

trouble. And is that the nature of your
penance?

Fear of retribution from your
bookmakers?

Actually, that's the problem.

I didn't come for forgiveness, Father. I
came for your wallet.

I beg your pardon? I got a gun here. I
want your wallet and that watch.

I think you wear a fancy watch.

No.

I will not give them to you, my son.

Why are you fooling around?

If I hear you make the slightest move
for the door, I shoot.

If here's an Uzi, I doubt I'd miss.

Look, I'll swap my watch for your Uzi.

Just slide it through.

You think that's funny?

You think I'm playing some kind of game?

Look, my son.

I want you to think very hard before you
do it. The wallet and the watch.

No.

I will not.

Give me the wallet and the watch or I'll
kill you.

Don't think I won't do it.

My life is in God's hands, my son.

The watch and the wallet.

I just say we'll coordinate for you.
Your body said a green pickup. Got it.

Max just radioed the green pickup was
probably going south on Common.

I'm on it.

I'll take backup.

You get to the church.

Jill, I'll meet you there.

I'm going to the church.

Here. We're coming. Hurry.

We're here now.

All right, I got his shoulders.

Get his legs in. One, two, three.

Right here. Get that stretcher here.

Okay,

let's get started on this.

He's lost a lot of blood.

He's not breathing. Nothing.

Get a line started. Put that ambu on
him. Get the pressure on that wound.

Gary, breathe for me. Gary, he's still.

Gary, breathe for me.

We need more volume. Print up the IV.

I got him. I got him. All units heading
east on Hillcrest.

Storm on Hillcrest heading east on
Hillcrest. All units.

We got multiple gunshot wounds, no
consciousness.

Get a cardiologist ready too.

Dear God.

Dear God in heaven.

What's happening?

Lady, lady, get down. What's happening?

Get out of here. Get out of here.

Get out of here. Get out of here. Get
out of here.

Where is he?

He's got a priestess in the house below
an arm. Where is he?

Upstairs. We have a shot. No, no, no,
no, no. Hold on. I want to talk to him

first.

Is the brain here tone ready? Testing
ready?

Bones.

Bones.

How's he doing? BP 80 over 30. Heart
rate 110.

Hang in there, Gary.

Give me a free tie.

Right here.

Need more suction.

Now you'll be hurt.

I could put that gun down now. Come on.

what I can take him.

Kelly.

Kelly.

Got a lot of impact.

Got a bleeder.

He's my brother.

That's him.

I can make the shot.

He keeps moving, Jimmy. How long are we
going to wait? He's going to kill

somebody. Take him out.

I'll tell Max to call him again. As he
moves that window, you take him.

Can you get his shoulder?

He shot a priest.

Get his shoulder.

All right.

Behance, take the building.

Yes, sir. He's juvenile, Jimmy. He'll be
out in four years.

Look at me.

I don't want you shooting to kill.
That's an order.

You got that?

Max. I got you.

Kenny's going to take a shot. If he
hits, I want the front and back

to take that building with shield.

He may be alive and armed. Ready.

Michael Hines.

Michael Hines, put down your gun and
come out.

Take him.

No. Michael. Okay, take it.

What'd you hear?

I couldn't tell.

He was moving.

Michael!

Michael! Did you kill my son?

Get her back! Get her out of here!

You okay?

I'll live.

Checking in the shoulder.

Two. Not when he's 21.

Hey, take him to the room. The doctor's
there.

I want the room guarded to discover the
deputy and put him inside. Fine.

Is he stable?

Yes.

Okay, let's close him.

You've done all we can.

Oh, please.

No. No.

We've repaired most of the wounds.

But one of the bullets went into his
brain.

I don't think he'll survive.

If he does, he'd be vegetative.

Janine, no, no.

Hold him.

It's not over yet.

You've got to be brave.

Harry would want you to be brave.

I think this is the entry.

Looks like there's some bone damage. Do
you have your ortho tray?

Right here, Doctor.

Doctor, would you take a look at this?

You can't be in here. Who the hell are
you?

This is a sterile filter. Please get
out. Somebody call the security and get

this man out. We're in the middle of a
surgical procedure. Please, leave.

Better type in cross and free unit.

I don't know.

I'm sorry, Judge. You can't be at home.

Come on.

I can

go and see him now?

Yeah. We'll be in touch, Ms. Martin.

17 -year -old kid, he's got a gambling
addiction.

He also had an Uzi.

Uzi's are easier to get than a gambling
addiction.

Look, I'm told this kid's being
discharged, so let's get him a rake.

Oh, yeah, let's get that judicial
machinery into gear.

Sheriff Brock.

You see that?

Pretty much.

I think we should cancel the pageant, at
least postpone it.

No, no, no.

We need that pageant now more than ever.

The morale is... A priest was shot.

You expect people to go to some stupid
pageant and break into a song?

What the hell is wrong with you?

I said the pageant goes on.

How long will he stay like this?

I don't know.

How... How come his eyes are open?

Your brother is brain dead.

There may be some electrical activity.

He can even blink his eyes, but... he's
not really there.

He's still alive.

I just came to visit.

I can't leave him like this.

Turn it off, please.

Excuse me?

The respirator.

Um... I have no difficulty with this
decision,

but he is a priest.

Wouldn't there be some religious
objection? Not to disconnecting the

no.

Withholding medical treatment is okay,
and we specifically discussed this.

with a great brother.

I have no doubt.

Watch the kids.

Okay, okay, hold it.

Zach, can we get a little more energy in
this?

It's a triumphant song.

I don't feel very triumphant.

None of us do.

I know that. It's a difficult day for
everybody.

Why do we have to think?

Why do we have to go on with this stupid
pageant?

Case number 32844.

People versus Michael Hines on the
charge of attempted murder.

Douglas Wambo under duress, Your Honor.
Plead not guilty.

Ask that my client submit to a
psychiatric examination.

Question of bail.

The people ask he be held without bail,
Your Honor.

My client is 17 years old.

Strong roots in the community.

Excellent student.

Though Harvard probably won't take him
now.

Is that supposed to be funny?

His mother wants to assume custody and
responsibility.

A reasonable bail.

You the boy's mother.

Was he under your custody when he bought
the Uzi?

Were you responsible when he shot a
priest in the confessional?

Your honor, certainly my client is
presumed innocent at this point. He's

innocent?

You innocent young man?

Uh, judge.

Maybe I should put you back on the
street.

Maybe I should dismiss the charges and
let you walk out a citizen.

Henry! You know what they would do to
you? You know what happens to people on

the streets?

Your Honor! You want personal
recognizance?

I'll give it to you! Your Honor! Your
Honor!

Henry!

He was a priest.

He was a loving, good man.

We live in a society where good people
get shot.

No bail.

Trial date.

Motion to change venue, Your Honor.

I'll take that under advisement.

Yes, I'll... I'll take that under
advisement.

Yes, I will.

He was a loving, good man.

Adjourned.

have someplace else. This is a big
number. I gotta get it right, peanut

You don't have to practice in the
kitchen.

Mom, if Father Barrett dies, does the
church get his shoe collection or does

go to the sister?

Do you think that's amusing?

Just a probate question.

What time did you get up?

Four o 'clock. I couldn't sleep.

Why do you have to do your stupid
tapping in the kitchen?

We're trying to eat breakfast here. We
don't need you hopping around like

Borrillo. Shut up!

Can't you get along? What's wrong with
you?

Eat your breakfast. No dancing.

Shoots a priest in a confessional to get
his watch to pay off a gambling debt.

The good in this world still outweighs
the evil.

You really believe that?

How can we not?

Transfer this case, Your Honor.

Tell you what I might do instead.

I might order that Latin be taught
within county lines.

So at least, if nothing else, the
attorneys might come to understand the

of ex parte.

Yeah, yeah.

Transfer this case.

Get the hell out of here. Listen, your
son put a bullet into his head and now

another one's been put into Father
Barrett.

He was a close friend. This is all too
much. Just transfer the case.

Give yourself a chance to survive.

How dare anybody survive this?

Your Honor, transfer this case, or I
will report you to the state bar and

personally try to take you off the
bench.

Why won't he die?

Well, evidently he can breathe on his
own, and so... So he could just go on

existing like this?

Well, usually once the respirator has
been turned off.

No. But, yes, he could go on living.

Maybe you could turn up his morphine
just a little.

I don't do that anymore.

Why won't he die?

Do we really need this?

She thought it would lift spirit.

This is a joke. I mean, the priest is
almost killed and she sends up for a

marching band.

Well, she's inexperienced.

Sorry about the band.

I thought maybe if we pumped up the
music, we might forget about how awful

things are.

What kind of a community shoots its
priest?

Perhaps a town willing to murder its
soul.

Perhaps a town without a soul.

Starting now, until this time tomorrow,
no property crime laws will be

enforced in this town.

You want to steal?

Steal.

You want to knock over your neighbor's
mailbox?

Take a joyride in his car?

Spray paint somebody's house?

Open season.

There's no law against it for the next
24 hours.

Nothing to stop you.

but your conscience, if you've got one.

At this time tomorrow, we will all know
just a little bit more about ourselves

and our town.

Bye.

Nice time for a walk?

Yeah.

This was my first image of this town
when I came here 14 years ago. First

I saw was the picket fences.

I thought, bliss, you know?

The white picket fence.

Yeah.

When I was a boy, our next -door
neighbor had one.

Their lawn was always so...

Manicured. The house was beautiful and
neat.

I never knew what to make of that fence.

Was it to keep the beauty in or keep the
strangers out?

Was I supposed to notice that it was
pristine and white or that it was

I guess both.

You do have to transfer the case or get
off it, Henry.

Why?

That mayor left this town to his
conscience.

Maybe a judge should be left to his.
Maybe I should take that damn bench and

human for all I'm worth. You've been
that ever since I've known you.

But this one...

been able to do anything but cry.

I go home.

Gary and I were close, but all I do is
weep.

Why didn't I cry for my son?

Maybe that's what you do.

What are we good for, Jimmy?

We're both moral men.

We try to set good examples.

In the end, do we matter?

I don't know.

My wife says there's more good in life
than evil.

You believe that?

Visiting hours don't start until eight.

What time is it now?

Ten minutes to six.

Who they called have disobeyed.

Into paths of sin have strayed.

And repenting have delayed.

Oh, wait.

That's betrayed.

That word is betrayed.

Betrayed? Uh -huh.

Do you want to start again?

How come we have to go on with this
pageant?

Shouldn't everybody be sad and fly flags
that have math and stuff?

Well, why not just call it off?

Because I think sometimes the adults
need to hear the children sing

to be reminded of... I don't know.

Daddy could certainly use it.

He could?

Yeah. The priest was shot during Daddy's
shift.

So... It wasn't his fault.

I know, but... You remember that
Stigmata thing?

When you said that you thought it might
be a sign for you to help Daddy?

Yeah.

Well, I think you could help him
tonight.

Sing loud and clear.

And sing that song right into him.

You think?

Mm -hmm.

Be seated.

Everybody's telling me I should get off
this case.

You say I can't be objective.

You're all so right.

Given the inflammatory nature of this
case, together with all the publicity,

I'm transferring venue out of this
court.

I'd like to send this to a jurisdiction
where kids can't get their hands on

assault weapons.

But increasingly, there is no such
place.

I'd like to transfer this matter to a
jurisdiction...

that deters kids from getting into
gambling.

Again, no such place on our domestic
map.

Every state in this union survives by
raising revenue through lotteries.

We advertise, endorse, and promote
gambling.

Open a sports page.

You see the betting line before the
standings. We bet on everything.

And nobody, none of us, even suggests to
kids that it's a bad thing, gambling.

Your Honor, I'm sure there's a point in
here somewhere, but the pageant is

tonight. Will you have it wrapped up by
then?

I don't know whether this young man's
gambling addiction had anything to do

his act of terror.

Maybe it was just an extension of his
utter indifference to life.

And indifference we perhaps cultivate as
a result of our euthanasia

crusades and right -to -die movements or
our lust for violence

and entertainment.

All I know is...

I've been sitting in this courtroom for
so long making rulings,

making pronouncements, making speeches,

long speeches, making

everything but headway.

At the end of my professional day,

A 17 -year -old boy shoots a priest.

At the end of my personal day, my own
son...

I

transfer this case to Windsor County.

Everybody else, I wish you a pleasant
spring pageant.

Adjourned.

How much you meant to me.

How much you helped me get through.

Maybe you can hear me now.

stops me on the street, he says, tell
me, tell me of this place called Rome.

Where the mayors never last, where the
cows have human calves, why would

anybody want to call this home?

I'll tell you.

It's a place.

Where the people all give just a little
more than

they take.

However strange, bizarre, or feeble, we
give

just a little more than we take.

That's the song of Rome.

That's the song the Romans sing.

It's the music of the stranger who will

always let you in

through our pain and our sorrows.

We still look forward to tomorrows,
cause we live

in the spirit of a people who give

just a little more than they take.

That's the song of Rome.

The Romans.

That's the song of Rome.

Let us always sing the song.