All language subtitles for Picket Fences s04e20 Forget Selma

Miriam, don't you look lovely? A vision
in blue.

Oh, thank you.

I see you in a hurry. I'll get right to
it.

Let's get divorced.

Where's Selma?

She's in Naboca till May.

Good, good. Have a seat.

We won't be a minute.

I bought a little rugelach.

Raspberry, your favorite. I haven't
forgotten.

No, no, thank you, but I'm due to play
bridge, and my partner is going to be

here any minute, so... Oh.

I made a special trip.

What, you drove to Outagamey? Ten miles
just for rugelach? For you, my dear.

No, no, no, no, no. I am going to play
bridge.

Oh.

Nobody makes these like Melvin.

Two sticks of butter in each batch, he
told me.

Well, anyway, let's look over these
divorce papers. No reason to prolong

Oh, by the way, did you hear?

Dorothy Budwin called off the wedding.

No.

Ten minutes before the ceremony, Sol's
kids pull out a prenup.

And then she says...

My rich partner.

Miriam, don't you look lovely.

Oh, no.

If I were inclined to cliche, I'd say
you were a vision in bloom.

I'm the last to know.

Everyone knew.

It's been going on for weeks.

Nobody told me.

They were talking about me, laughing at
me.

That old senile fool, Wombo.

Ah, no one was laughing, Doug.

Don't be paranoid.

Anyway, Hal's an all right guy.

That too, Henry.

You know his name? Well, I, uh... I was,
um, waiting for the

opportune moment to... To what?

Stab me in the back?

You knew all week that I had a plan of
confronting Miriam with a divorce.

You know, hand her a Danish, pour out
the wombo charm, woo her under the guise

of divorcing her. Look, I told you right
then that I thought it was a

ridiculously devious way... You knew.

I tried everything to talk you out of
it, if you'll recall.

You didn't tell me anything, Henry.

You knew. You looked me in the eye and
you deceived me and I trusted you.

I didn't think you could handle it,
Doug.

His name is Hal Flusterman.

He moved here about a month ago.

Retired stockbroker.

Widowed. He used to be at Cutter Sloan
Brokerage in Chicago.

He's all right.

He and I played bridge the other night.

You played bridge with him?

Let it go, Doug.

Get on with your life.

For the past three months, you've been
pretending you don't care, imagining on

some level that if you ignore this
separation, it'll go away.

And you seem to need to believe this so
badly that none of us could stand to

burst your bubble.

You want the truth?

I don't think she's coming back.

I'm telling you this as a friend.

Move on, Doug.

I'm supposed to believe you?

He was convinced that everyone at the
station knew? Well, if you ever did

it, I knew you knew.

I knew.

How did you know?

Everyone knew.

Well, his reaction just seemed so
extreme.

You calling Kimberly at school, accusing
her of knowing?

She did know about it. The way he was
pumping her for information.

He's jealous. He's upset.

Think how you'd feel about it. Yeah, but
he's old.

That changes anything?

You mean it doesn't?

I'm going to be 95 and still be
wondering whether Julie Stern gave me

in the cafeteria because she was a thing
for me or because I spilled gravy on

her shirt.

She'll probably be dead by then.

It just doesn't sound right, Jimmy. I
mean, he's probably fine, but MS can

dementia. He's not demented, Jimmy.
Well, I know, but he sounds a little

irrational, and stress can bring that
on.

It's probably nothing, but in case he
needs medication, I wish I could get him

into my office on some pretext. Of
course, he's so paranoid at this point,

probably think I'm up to something.

Miriam.

A word.

Excuse me.

What's he doing there?

You play bridge all day now. How nice.

I personally rarely have time for a game
due to the fact that I'm gainfully

employed. Now, what's he doing in Rome
anyway?

He came for the fishing.

He came for the fishing. What kind of a
line is that? Why'd he really come here?

You never trust anyone.

It's a cockamamie story.

What does he do all day? He doesn't
fish.

He manages his money.

All day he manages his money? All day?

His other people, he's a retired
stockbroker.

You gave him money.

Of course I didn't give him money. What,
do you think I am crazy?

Do I take his advice? Yes, yes, I take
his advice. And do you know what?

I am projecting an 18 % increase in this
next quarter.

Oh, my God.

It's a lot better, don't you think, than
what we were doing with your caution

and your dabbling and your T -bills?

You gave him money.

How much money did you give him? I don't
have to justify everything to you. It

just so happens to be my money.

Let's not deal with that.

You're paying him a percentage, that
boyfriend of yours?

I am not.

Oh, you're saying he doesn't charge you.
He just gives you his advice, a

stockbroker from Cutter's Loan Free.

Now, why would he do that?

Because he's a good man, because he's a
friend.

He is charming, he's kind, he's
intelligent, he's warm.

And he talks to me. He doesn't talk
at... Me?

He even listened to me. If you wanted me
to listen, why didn't you say so?

I can listen as well as anybody.

Talk, and I'll listen.

Douglas.

I've fallen in love with him.

I, uh... I want to see your statements.

It's my money, too.

For the first time in years, I'm happy.

Please, Douglas, please, don't ruin this
for me.

What's this?

Miriam's investment statements from
Cutter Sloan. Turns out he's acting as a

broker. He opened an account for her.

Here's some beverage companies.

Anybody could figure out that those
stocks are undervalued. I could have

them too, but my broker, he recommended
against it.

18%. So we had a good month.

It's my money we're talking about. We're
not even divorced yet.

$20 ,000 of my money. Well, with those
returns, I let it mature with her for a

few years.

He's a talented stockbroker.

You're a talented lawyer?

Grow up.

What does a man like that want with
Miriam Mambo?

I settled for her 42 years ago. Her
father sold luggage.

She was nothing to look at even back
then.

Then why did you bother with her?

I was new in town.

She was easy to talk to.

But a man like Klosterman, he could get
anybody.

He's got a scheme. He's up to something.

Her money is passing through his hands.

You are paranoid.

What you said yourself that he's not
charging her the checks are made out to

cutter Sloan So what possible profit
could he be making he likes her that's

Is that so hard to believe?

You did what?

I was driving along innocently, minding
my own... Are you insane?

You were lying in wait outside here for
him? I happened by.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Oh, you followed him. Oh, my God.

You ought to be grateful.

Doug, I'm worried about you. He's got a
floozy, Miriam.

I saw it with my own eyes.

And he's keeping her at that no -tell
motel. He doesn't stay at a motel. He

stays at the Crestwood Arms Condo. Ah,
sure, sure.

And when he's in London, he's staying at
Buckingham Palace.

How do you know he's staying at the
Crestwood?

I've been there.

For business purposes. What? I don't
have to explain myself to you.

You won't rest until you ruin this for
me, will you, Douglas? You don't believe

me? Well, then come see for yourself.

Okay.

Show me. Wait a minute.

Ha!

Come on, come on. I know you're in
there, you two -timing. You'll see.

Was room 103.

I swear they went into room 103.

Jojo! I, uh... Some floozy.

He's here somewhere, Miriam. I know it.

Oh, maybe it was room 104.

Douglas, when was the last time you went
to the doctor?

He was here. I saw him. I know what I
saw.

Douglas, get help, for God's sake.

Come on.

I don't know.

I saw him over there.

This is difficult.

No rap sheet.

You sure that's the right Harold
Klusterman?

Nobody listed under Hal? Got it off DMV.
He's the only Harold Klusterman in the

Chicago area with a birthday anywhere in
that range.

The info also matches the security
trading license we looked up. He's

He's licensed. No record of any security
violations.

I'm going to check complaints run
through the SEC.

Sometimes insider tradings are handled
in arbitration.

Doug.

Don't take this the wrong way, okay? But
are you sure?

You think I'm seeing things.

I'm saying it was dark. You were upset.

I know what I saw.

You think I'm losing it?

No.

Nobody would say anything to my face
anymore.

Tiptoeing around me, whispering about
me. For God's sakes, have the courtesy

look me in the eye and give me the
goods.

The goods, Kenny!

I think you could use a little time in
Miami.

Catch some rays and drink something with
a little paper umbrella in it.

The hell with all of you.

The bat.

Cutter.

Loan. Two, five, zero, zero, zero.

Look at that. It hardly fits in the box.

Pearl, I can't let you do that. It's too
much.

You should never risk more in the market
than you can stand to lose.

I'm not risking anything.

I sold off my utilities.

But those are blue -chip stocks, Pearl.

I urge you to hold on to them.

I trust you.

And I want 18%. And I'm going to buy
that cute little condo in Boca right

to Thelma.

No more hard winters for me.

And when Douglas sees the returns you're
getting, that'll really put him over

the edge. Hey, come on. He's not over
the edge.

He's insanely jealous of you.

And he follows you everywhere.

He doesn't follow me everywhere. Just
one or two places.

I don't know.

Maybe it's the MS or maybe...

I don't know what it is.

I didn't want to tell you.

It's a cruel thing, Senility.

It could happen to any of us.

We just have to live to the fullest
every moment of our lives.

We're here.

Yes, we do.

I was just passing by. I thought I'd
stop in to say hello.

Jill, in all the 15 years you live in
this town, you never once stopped in to

say hello.

Exactly. Isn't that a shame when you
think about it, us living in a small

and all?

All right.

All right.

You're here for a reason.

What is it?

Oh, my God. Nobody tells me anything
anymore.

Really?

You feel that...

People are hiding things from you?

You're not going to get me with that.

Oh, so you think I'm out to get you? You
are out to get me. I know all your

doctor's tricks.

You're going to ask me what year it is,
who the president is?

I remember from last time in the
hospital.

Do you think I look like a man who
doesn't know what year it is? Of course

So since you know, what year is it?

Just say it. Let's get it over with.

1492. Oh, Doug, come on. This is
serious.

Who is the president?

Doug, just answer me. I'm only asking
you because I care.

You do seem a little paranoid.

All right, well, um... How about this?

What does this mean to you?

A rose by any other name would smell as
sweet.

Romeo and Juliet.

Act two, scene two.

I bet not many of my fellow loonies can
cough that up.

Another name. What?

He has another name.

How do you know that he's Klosterman?
Have you ever seen his picture?

Why, that phony baloney.

Everything he says is a lie.

Trust no one.

Are you sure this is okay for me to be
doing this?

It's a matter of public record. Besides,
your father is the sheriff, and you're

practically a member of the department.

Keep going.

Okay, coroner's office, certificate of
death.

Closterman.

Harold.

Mr. Wambaugh, this is so... Say it,
Kimberly.

Crazy.

I understand how you must feel, but...
Kimberly.

Look me in the eye.

I'm upset.

My wife for 40 years is seeing another
man.

The betrayal is... I hope you never know
what it's like.

But I am in touch with reality.

I live by my wits.

And my radar tells me that something is
wrong.

I need your help.

Nobody else will believe me.

Oh, my God.

Wesley Baines, FBI.

Looking for Sheriff Brock.

He's dead, of course.

Sheriff Brock?

Over there.

He's dead.

Why, that creep.

He took his name, his reputation, his
trader's license, his access to Cutter

Sloan before the paperwork patches up
and cuts off his check authorizations.

He's dead.

I'm going to go find Dad.

You're dead.

That's what you are. You're dead.

He's dead.

He's dead.

Oh, hi, Doug.

Harold Klusterman died February 28, 1996
of a cardiac arrest.

And everybody here thinks that I'm
crazy. He's dead.

He's dead.

I thought you were going in.

You know, I was going to, but... Carter,
what in the hell are you doing?

Who put you up to this?

It was Jill Brock, of course. Not
exactly.

Henry Bone, then.

Damn it, Carter, give me the truth and
don't patronize me.

It was Jill and Bone.

And Jimmy. And Kenny. Oh, damn it,
Carter, please, I'm not crazy.

Klosterman is dead. Of course he is.

Come back to the station. I want you to
look at the computer. I think what we

should do is go home, have a nice hot
cup of cocoa and a long nap.

Okay.

Okay.

You want to follow me?

Follow me.

Is this Miriam's place?

No.

It's Hal Klosterman's place.

What?

You have Keith at Hal Klosterman's
place? No, but Sven Jurgensen did.

Sven who?

Sven Jurgensen.

I defended him on breaking and entering
two years ago.

I got him to minimal sentence. He
couldn't afford to pay me, so he gave me

tools. All you have to do is match the
lock brand and type, and you're in.

God, when I was a kid, I used to dream
about having keys like this.

Wait a minute.

We just broke and entered.

How much time did Sven Jergensen get?

Five years with good behavior.

Couldn't we have obtained a search
warrant?

Are you kidding? Had I opened my mouth,
Henry would have certified me. All of

you would have.

I don't like this. We're going to end up
in a cell next to Sven Jurgensen. Don't

worry about him. He's not in jail
anymore.

They let him out already. Another inmate
stabbed him to death with a cafeteria

fork.

He took their money.

The inmates?

No, Klosterman was taking their money,
it says so right here, and not investing

in anything.

Cutter's phone, account number 44907.

Every check in this account is written
for Lester Blodgett.

That's how he got their money.

They must have given him power of
attorney to purchase stocks.

Instead, he was writing checks to
himself.

Obviously not reflected in any of these
stock reports.

Well, these are fakes. Anyone with a
computer could dummy one of these up.

My God.

This is incredible. He's defrauded.

1993, 1991.

This could be hundreds of thousands of
dollars. The rogue moving from town to

town. Let's get a search warrant.

If I were inclined... The closet, quick!

I can't hide in the closet. I'm a county
medical examiner. If you want him to

shoot you, he's a criminal, Carter. Come
on,

get in the closet.

Miriam,

I, um... I have to go away for a few
days.

Where? Chicago.

I'm needed there.

Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be
back soon, I promise you.

If anything should ever happen to me,

just please know, no matter what, I
really

do love you.

Doug, shut up.

I really have to tell you.

I'm severely allergic to warbler.

Stand back.

You! Well,

if it isn't Hal Klosterman.

Klosterman. Whatever.

You know, I didn't actually think I'd
see you here, seeing as you've been dead

since February 28th.

You're insane.

Am I?

Where's the stock, Hal?

You know what?

There is none, because you've been
cashing those checks yourself. You stole

thousands of dollars from my wife, from
those elderly women, their pensions,

their life savings, and I can prove it.

Lester?

Lester. Well, what have you got to say
for yourself?

Lester?

No!

Oh, God.

Oh, Hal.

He was a rat, Miriam. He lived like a
rat and he died like a rat.

I didn't kill him. The truth killed him.

He was killed by the specter of his own
vileness. Don't talk to me.

Oh, Miriam.

Carter.

What the hell were you thinking?

Hiding in a closet. You could have been
shot to death.

I sent you here to watch it down, damn
it. I got carried away.

Any fingerprints?

Something this complicated, you could
have accomplices.

Yeah, somebody besides Klosterman
touched every document in this file.

Fingerprints here, here, here, all over
the desk.

Right. Mine.

Oh, great. Now we have no leads,
unaccomplices.

But I do.

Wesley Baines, FBI.

You Sheriff Brock?

Been looking all over for you.

Blodgett was working this con for about
five years. Broker from some big

financial firm died. He and his partner
snuck in, cleaned out the guy's office

that day.

Stationery, signing power forms,
business cards, statements.

Here's the partner.

Lucy Wanamaker.

That's the woman I saw at the Philly
motel.

They'd hit on the elderly, the lonely,
the vulnerable.

Get one poor sucker to tumble, then
they'd... Rope in the friends.

Well, why would the FBI be interested in
two small -time con artists?

Well, we've got reason to believe they
work for Abe Felsen.

You ever heard of Abe Felsen?

Yeah, he had something to do with Meyer
Lansky, right?

He was a bootlegger for him.

He used to operate for him up here in
Wisconsin, ran stuff through Canada.

Rumor was the guy was so ruthless, even
Lansky was afraid of him.

Heaven, nobody ever actually saw the
guy, right?

Well, they say he still lives in a shack
somewhere up north, still runs half the

action in Wisconsin.

Oh, come on. He's dead. He's got to be.
Prohibition. That was in the 20s. He'd

have to be... He's in his late 90s.
That's insane.

One of Lasky's men still out there?

I'm just repeating what they say.

We've been looking for him for a long
time.

Well, we'll take Blodgett's body, see if
any friends or relatives show up.

We do have some fingerprint evidence,
but unfortunately it all leads to your

medical examiner.

Come on. I'll walk you home.

Leave me alone.

He had a bad heart.

It isn't my fault.

How can you blame me for this? I'm the
white hat here.

You take everything in my life and ruin
it.

But Miriam, he lost $20 ,000 of my
money. Oh, yes.

Money.

It always comes around to money with
you.

He cheated your friends. Admit it.

You're humiliated. He humiliated you.

And it's easier to take it out on me
than on him. Because I'm still here and

he's dead and you can't harangue a
corpse.

You killed the man who taught me what
romance meant.

He was a criminal.

He was lying to you. Everything he said
to you was a lie.

When he told you his name, he was lying.

When he told you he loved you, he was
lying.

He made me happy.

He was using you, Miriam.

You were nothing to him but a checkbook.

I knew that.

Thank you so much.

for bringing it to my attention.

You're welcome.

I thought you weren't due back until
next week.

I can explain everything.

What?

Klosterman's alive?

Possibly.

Results from the blood sample came in
after the FBI already claimed the body.

Extremely high levels of propanol
hydrochloride. That's given to heart

to lower blood pressure. He combined it
with a very high dose of diazepam. The

combination could lower blood pressure
to the point of being undetectable,

virtually. You say he could survive
this?

Possibly. You were right there when he
dropped!

I know.

You examined him. I know.

I keep going over it in my mind, and the
thing is, he started coughing, putting

his hand over his mouth. I think he
might have ingested the drugs then.

You pronounced him dead.

Probably a little hasty on my part.

I was agitated, Jimmy.

The man collapsed at my feet. We'd been
hiding in the closet.

I wasn't on my game.

Okay,

okay, okay.

What's the status of the body now?

Baines took it, remember?

Fine, we call the FBI before someone...
That's another thing. The FBI doesn't

have the body.

You said Baines had it. Well, he does.
Well, then we call the FBI. I already

did.

What did he say?

Nothing. I mean, he might have, if the
FBI had any record of an employee by

name.

There is no such person as Wesley
Baines.

I know it sounds crazy.

Sure, I started out on the con.

But once I got to know you, I... And so,
after you revived from the drugs, you

tried to talk your partner into giving
you the money so you could return it to

me? Out of remorse?

Because you had fallen in love with me.

And she shot you, but you just kept
running through the woods till you got

to me.

You expect me to believe this drivel?

It's the game, Al.

Give it to me straight. You owe me that
courtesy.

I may be a sucker, but God help me, I am
only a sucker once.

What do you want now? More money? A car?

What?

My God, you hate me.

I hate myself, if that's any
consolation. You made a fool of me in

friends, in front of my husband. I
wanted to tell you.

So many times, I almost told you.

Oh, I know I'm a liar.

Despicable liar.

It's a compulsion, a power thing.

I was five foot one till I was 16.

They used to stuff me in lockers.

Oh, what does it matter? You probably
don't believe that either. Why should

You are the kindest, most generous, most
trusting, most real woman I

ever met.

And when I was with you, I felt for the
first time that I could dare to be

myself, the real me, not...

Hal Klosterman, Mr.

Moneybags. But me, Lester Blodgett.

I'm a nice guy.

I collect stamps.

I know a million jokes.

God, I sound pathetic.

Anyway.

Here's your money.

Oh, that counted. It's all there.

Good Lord.

All $100 bills.

You're a beautiful person, Miriam.

And you gave me the happiest four weeks
of my life.

What was that?

Just a scrape.

Oh, my God.

Oh, don't worry about me. I'm a tough
old bird. No, no, no. I'm going to get

to the hospital.

Mr. Baines, right?

FBI. Right.

Thank God. I was worried about Miriam
with all this blood. I called her and

there was no answer.

Miriam! Miriam!

Let me.

Miriam!

Sheldon!

Sheldon?

Sheldon?

So do we shoot him here or do we take
him into the woods and shoot him?

Let's just shoot him here.

Why bother with the woods?

If the cops find their bodies here,
they'll be after us right away.

No bodies, they could go days before
anybody reports them missing.

So let's shoot him here and then dump
the bodies in the woods.

Yeah, but how do we get him in the car?
It's only a two -door, you know.

Oh, for crying out loud, will you quit
with the coughing?

Well, this is an honor. I get to die
covered in the phlegm of the man who

you what romance is. It's all your
fault, Douglas. If you hadn't stuck your

in, we wouldn't be here. What? He would
have taken you for everything you had.

You would have... I would have been a
liar.

You would have hated yourself for the
rest of your life.

Never had a chance to face him.

Never had a chance to tell him what a
lying, shameless toady is.

The man who taught you what romance is.

You said that?

Oh, shut up, Hal.

Lester. Whatever.

For crying out loud, will you shoot him
or shoot me? So I don't have to listen

to this Camille routine, the man who
taught her what romance was after 40

of marriage. Oh, as if that would mean
anything to you.

40 years and you never even told me you
loved me? You never even told her you

loved her? Oh, shut up, Hal.

Lester. Lester, who the hell cares who
you are? Would you just go ahead and

shoot us?

Let's just get this thing over with.

My pleasure.

Oh, in heaven's name. Not until they've
made up.

If not for their sakes, Lucy.

For mine.

For ours.

For what you and I once meant to each
other.

We meant crap to each other, Hal.

I didn't feel that way.

I'm sorry, Miriam.

For what?

For everything.

For what I said at our anniversary. For,
well, I know that I'm not an easy man

to live with, but...

You were always there for me.

Maybe I didn't say so, but... I'm not
good at that, but I do, I... All right,

all right, enough already.

Would you let the man talk?

You meant a lot to me.

I want you to know how much you've
meant... Good God, just say it, man.

You've got a gun to your head, say it.

I love you. I love you. I love you,
Miriam.

More than the moon loves the earth. More
than the river loves the ocean. More

than the bitch loves her pups. I love
you. I love you. Oh, shut up, Hal.

He can't say it. He's an old dog. He
can't change now.

Too much to expect.

Just shoot us.

Oh, I can change. You think I'm too old
to change? I think you can change

because we've only got two seconds to
live.

Go on, say it.

Miriam, you are part of me, and I am
part of you.

And if you deny that, then you might as
well deny we ever lived at all.

You think I don't love you, Miriam.

You are my whole life.

Yes, Miriam.

I love you.

Thank God.

That was so beautiful.

Even if it did take up a gun that you
had to say it.

Any last words, Lester?

Actually, I... Abe.

Abe? Abe?

You're from the motel.

Abe Pelton?

You're Chinese.

Half. Chinese.

You look great for a guy in his 90s. You
killed your own people.

They ditched me and found a lock.

Thought they could run out on me.

Now, is that nice?

Ah.

Paulette, sir.

What's the story?

Fall in love again?

I do, lover.

I do, I swear.

Yeah, yeah.

You love them all.

Nice buzz.

I can still shoot the mites off of a
flea's butt.

Protect Velma Waterford. Forget Velma.

It's the arthritis.

Abe.

I was loyal, Abel. I was going to give
the money to you.

You know, after all we've been through.
What you and I once meant to each other.

You're a pathological liar, Lester.

Yeah. I'm going to take care of you
first.

And then I'll do the two lovebirds.

Oh, there's God. is my judge. I really
did love you. Shut up, Lester.

May I just say one word before?

I merely thought you might want to be
aware that though we may be a bunch of

hasties out here in Rome, well, no
comparison to a man who cut his teeth

Bialansky. And I admit, you played us
all here like a whole section of violins

in a pretty shabby orchestra.

Sooner or later, we do catch on.

Yes, I do have a point.

It's being that Sheriff Brock and about
50 deputies are just outside that window

right now, and it might go easier for
you if you don't add another three

to your body count.

I thought you were kicking me. Please,
drop it. All right, all right, all

all right, all right.

You're under arrest, Lester.

You're under arrest, Lester.

Watch that step there.

I'm sorry about everything.

I'm trying to understand how you must
feel, even though I don't.

I'm an old dog, Miriam.

Maybe I am too old to change. I don't
know.

I don't always listen.

I don't always understand.

Well, nobody's perfect.

We weren't always happy, I know that.

But we had our moments.

Maybe you could have done better.

Maybe I did my best. Maybe I didn't. I
don't know. I was myself. What could

anyone be? I'm impossible.

Miriam, I haven't slept in months, not
since you left.

I haven't slept so well myself.

I won't let us die without a fight.

Just give me that.

Okay.

How about we go for a walk out?

I'll buy you coffee.