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Previously on Picket Fences.

The man has Alzheimer's. Call the man
your honor.

Because if Howard wants the job, he's
the mayor.

Splendid. I'm losing my mind, Henry.

Right now I'm wearing a diaper.

It's getting worse.

I'm becoming upset all the time.

Why are you brandishing a stuffed
animal?

My doctors advise me to clutch it when I
become agitated.

I'm agitated now.

I'm afraid the inmate is finally running
the asylum.

I think you should step down.

Everybody's so damn sorry.

Why can't somebody do something? Why
can't you go into court and get a judge

give me back what I've lost?

Why can't the doctors tell me there's a
cure?

Now it's important that we keep
everybody back away from the door.

What happened?

Howard's gone crazy again. He's got a
bow and arrow. What? He's gone off on

tangent. Stop!

Howard! Back up, white man.

Howard, what are you doing? I went
through the old charters.

We stole this land from the Chippewa.

Put that thing down now. You just back
yourself up before Howard... My name's

not Howard. It's Bill.

What? How the hell can you not know me?

I'm the mayor.

I'm Bill Pugin.

I checked the charters, the land belongs
to the Indians, and as mayor, I have a

duty to give it back. Now you listen to
me.

Howard! One more step and you're a dead
man. Put it down or I'll shoot.

Go ahead, shoot. In which case, I let
go, and the arrow goes right through the

Lone Ranger's head. Howard, please.

The next time you call me Howard will be
the last time.

My name is Bill.

I will have you shot. Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Oh, yes. I get your point.

You're about to get mine.

Let's get everybody else out of here,
please. Got it.

Jill, Kenny, Max, stay in here.

Everybody move, please. Get out of here.

Secure the area outside, too, will you,
please?

Isn't it a little early for him to
sundown?

He's been getting worse.

Two days ago, he was screaming because
Mother was late and he wanted his

She's been dead for 12 years.

Well, right now, he's dangerous for that
damn bowl. Let me talk to him. No, I'm

worried about your heart condition. You
shouldn't. Let me go.

I can calm him down.

Call him first on the intercom.

Bill, Mr. Mayor, are you still in there?

Yes.

Mr. Mayor, I have your daughter out
here. Should I send her in?

My daughter?

Where?

Where's my daughter?

Who are you people?

Daddy. Take him.

Take who?

Who are you?

Why?

Jill.

What's going on?

Do you know me? Of course I know you.
You're Jill Brock.

What is going on?

Howard, we want to take you to the
hospital now.

Why is everybody calling me Howard?

Why? Kenny, Max.

Wait, hold on, hold it.

Um, this is my friend, Joyce Pruitt. I
think maybe you've met her before.

I don't know her.

We'd like to have a little chat with
you.

We have some town business to discuss.

Jill.

It's okay. He needs to be calmed down.
He's not armed. It's okay.

All right.

Max, get the bow and arrow.

That belongs to the Chippewa. You can't
have it.

Let's have a little chat in the office,
shall we? Let's go in there. Just you

and me and Joyce.

Will you get my bag?

We'll be fine. We'll let you know if we
need anything.

I just wish you would die.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how that sounds.

Monday night we were having dinner, for
God's sake, and he forgot how to chew.

He had food in his mouth, and he forgot
how to move his jaw.

What kind of a disease is this?

You see, all the time it was the
clothes. I'm not overweight at all. It

the clothes.

As soon as I took them off, I'm thin.

You're not Bill Pugin.

I'm the mayor of Rome, Wisconsin.

I'm Bill Pugin.

You're Howard Buffs.

Bill Pugin was the mayor, but he killed
a carjacker and was convicted of murder.

I'm Howard Buffs?

Yes.

I saw Bill Pugin. That's it.

I went by his house on my walk last
night.

And I saw him standing there like a
tank.

Daddy, Bill Pugin is dead.

Ask your mother. She saw him.

Mommy is dead, too.

What?

Can we take him to the hospital?

I saw Bill Pugin.

That's why I got confused and thought
that I was him. But now I know that I'm

not.

Everything is cleared up now. You can
go.

I have a busy day. Howard, let's go back
to my office, shall we? I want to run

some tests, maybe take your pressure
again.

Would you excuse me one second?

I'm incontinent.

He's cleaning himself up, and he'll be
out in a minute.

Dr. Brock, what can we do?

We could run a few more tests, and we
could find out if... This thing stinks.

It must weigh ten pounds.

It doesn't even feel biodegradable.

Who are you people?

Dad, I'm your son, Kevin.

You remember me.

I'm Kevin.

Let me, uh... Let me get him dressed.

You can't come with me. My mirror's not
strong enough.

She's only a Shetland.

Let's go, girl.

Go.

Go.

Dad, please.

Dad, I'll meet you there.

Get there, girl.

Go. Go.

I love you, Dad.

Go.

Go.

Go. Go.

Go.

Get oxygen on him. Radio for a
neurosurgeon, okay? I'm coming with you.

it.

I'm right here, Daddy.

You gotta go, Clay. You gotta go.

Take him to the station to do a residue
test and trace metal. Go. Am I under

arrest? Take him.

Come on, Kevin.

That's his first book. Let's go home
now.

Let's go home.

We have an entry and an exit on the left
side. I want to see the picture.

I'm all set.

Take the ID.

One, two, three.

Let's set up an arterial line and call
the blood bank. Done.

We've got four units being set up.

Joyce, the bullet exited, but there's a
massive hematoma in the left hemisphere.

We're going to go in and drain it. I
think he has a chance.

What kind of chance?

Well, there could be some brain damage,
but I think in the long run with

therapy... What are you talking about?

He has Alzheimer's. He doesn't even have
a long run.

This is an immediate emergency. I think
we can keep the damage from the gunshot

wound to a minimum.

I don't want the operation.

I want the gunshot wound to take him.

That's not an option.

Jill.

I've got to get back.

Till. X -ray is up.

Craniosome is tested.

You're done.

Okay, we're ready on this end. Give me
the numbers.

70 over 40 each week. Drill.

Okay,

let's go.

This patient won't tolerate this length
anesthesia. Let's bring him out.

What? I'm this man's physician. It's my
opinion he's too feeble to survive the

procedure. I don't want him operated on.
If we don't drain his cranium in the

next 20 minutes, he dies. Please
understand me, doctor. This patient has

Alzheimer's. He suffers from profound
dementia.

I've conferred with the family. I'm
suddenly convinced this procedure is not

warranted.

I can't make that call. I can. I'm the
attending.

Dr. Brock. We are not operating.

Do you know what you're doing?

Close. Send this patient to recovery.

Nurse, call Father Gary Barrett. Send
him in here immediately.

Do it. Yes, ma 'am.

The gun was in your hand.

You see, after he shot, I picked up the
gun. Before you answer, Kevin, the

residue test will show if the gun was in
your hand as it went off.

So I want you to think a minute before
you tell us what happened.

Think hard.

Thank you.

I, um... I suppose I could say

as he went to shoot, I grabbed the gun
and it went off as

I was trying to wrestle it away.

That would be a good answer.

Yeah.

But it's not the answer.

What happened was I saw my father in
misery.

Suffering. Unimaginable indignity.

I picked up a gun and put a stop to it.

That's my answer.

Don't leave town.

I can go?

You can't just release him.

He's not going anywhere.

Except to his father's bedside.

Help him to find hope in suffering.

For you are Lord forever and ever.

Amen. And may the blessing of the
almighty God, the Father, the Son, and

Holy Ghost come upon you and remain with
you forever.

Amen. Amen.

Dad, we're all here.

Joyce and me.

Kevin, we're right here with you.

I've got your hand.

I've got your hand.

We're right here.

We're here. Joyce and I are right here.

Hi, Daddy.

You just rest.

Everybody's here with you.

Everybody's here.

You just rest calm.

Love you.

Love you too.

Case number 3277, people versus Kevin
Buss, murder in the second degree.

Here I am, Judge.

We plead insanity.

Howard Buss went off his rocker, which
made him get on his rocker, which made

client go off his rocker.

Wave reading?

Of course.

We would like an immediate trial. My
client is suffering from a coronary

condition. He had a transplant three
months ago.

And what's that got to do with a speedy
trial?

My client doesn't want this dragged out.

His heart beats good, but who knows?

Your Honor, prosecution sympathizes with
the defendant's desire to move quickly,

and we're prepared to proceed
immediately.

I would, however, ask that Your Honor
consider disqualifying himself.

It's my understanding that you were
friends with Howard Buzz.

I can be impartial, Counsel.

Voyage here tomorrow at nine.

We'll start after that. Adjourned.

How can you make the man stand trial?

He committed murder.

Look, honey, no jury will convict. I'm
sure of that.

Their sympathy will win out.

When were yours?

The man took a human life.

We had no choice but to arrest him. He
took a life.

So did I.

What?

I stopped surgery that could have saved
Howard's life.

Well, that's... That's different than
shooting him.

No, it isn't.

Kevin and I both saw a man who was
suffering, and we each acted to end his

I did that to me.

Wambaugh wants to stipulate to the
facts, which I'm happy to do.

Unless you want the jury to hear your
version.

No, stipulation's fine.

Okay.

Now, they gotta be going with insanity.

And I'm gonna want the three of you to
testify as to Kevin Buss' behavior

the shooting.

Basically, you just have to state in
layman's terms that he was clear

And I will ask each of you to repeat his
statement about wishing his father was

dead.

Now, I figure about 15 minutes of direct
apiece.

It is imperative that you send a clear
signal to the jury that you condemn his

actions. Now, however much sympathy you
have for Kevin Buss, you cannot allow

the jury to see any endorsement from you
for what he did.

Now, we all do our jobs. We can win
this.

Good. Good.

Good.

Good.

I just couldn't look at him like that.

My father was a man of extraordinary
dignity.

He was fastidious about his appearance.

He would snip his beard, sometimes hair
by hair.

A man must make a good appearance, he'd
always tell me.

Strong handshake, well -groomed.

I pray he didn't really understand how
he'd become.

But I think he did.

Mr. Buss, can you describe how you were
feeling at the time you shot your

father? And please, feel free to use the
word insane.

Objections leading.

Sustained.

I wasn't insane.

I acted in self -defense.

What? I mean, could you explain this?

The law, and as I understand it, the law
is everything.

The law says a person may use deadly
force to defend not only

himself, but also to defend his loved
ones.

What am I missing?

I was defending my father against a
disease that was destroying him.

Mr. Boss, that's not what self -defense
means. Why not? My client was using

deadly force against another deadly
force.

The threat has to come from another
person, not from a disease. The spirit

self -defense is protection for loved
ones against destructive forces.

Kevin Boss acted within the spirit of
that law.

Now, if he was wrong, it's because he
was insane at the time.

I wasn't insane. Because you were right.

But if you were wrong, then you were
insane. It's a legal term.

Leave it to the lawyers and judges to
define it.

There you have it, Judge.

Self -defense in the alternative
insanity.

Nothing further.

Uh, Your Honor, I just need some time to
digest this new theory.

So do I.

Twenty minutes.

Thank you,

gentlemen.

That's good, just that.

Do you wish to speak at the service?

No. I'll let you take it.

He's been a far better spiritual force
than we've been lately.

Well, again, I go back to your shoe
collection.

Will you forget the shoes?

It hurt our credibility.

Never mind.

Good man in that box.

Yes, there is.

Jerry reconvened. You're on.

You okay?

I don't want Kevin Buss in prison.

Maybe I shouldn't cross -examine.

The jury has all the facts. Why not stop
here and let them decide?

Can you do that?

No.

It's an adversary process. I have to go
after him.

That's what's supposed to serve the
truth.

Isn't that how it goes?

I don't know.

Well, wish me luck.

Your father was the mayor.

A functioning mayor of a town.

But he wasn't competent enough to be
worthy of life?

My father was in and out of lucidity
council.

And the last three days, he didn't even
know his name.

So you went to his defense.

His self -defense.

You defended him by positioning yourself
three feet behind him and putting a

bullet into his head.

Did you ask him first if he wanted to
die?

What counsel did you ask your father
before shooting him if he wanted to die?

No Did he know you were about to shoot
him? He didn't know anything I could

put the gun in front of his face. He
wouldn't have known But just to be safe

shot him from behind My father and I
talked all the time about his

all the time He made me promise If he
ever got to the point where he was an

embarrassment to himself, where he was
no longer able to interact with people,

he begged that I would do something.

He would make it on a rocking horse, you
son of a bitch.

He said the last three days of your
father's life, he

didn't even know who he was.

Yes.

Did the doctors tell you that these
lapses of dementia, they could come and

Something like that.

That they could vary in duration?

Yes. Well, is it possible that this last
lapse of dementia, maybe it was only a

three or four day lapse.

Maybe he was going to come out of it.
The disease doesn't reverse itself. I

understand. But the dementia, it comes
and goes.

It could have subsided again. Isn't that
possible?

Why couldn't you wait a week longer,
maybe one day longer?

I couldn't have waited a second longer.

He thought he was Bill Pugin. Didn't the
doctors tell you that people with

Alzheimer's, even before the final
stages of this disease, can sometimes

hallucinate in this way?

Particularly with people in their
memory, people who they can be reminded

with pictures and things. Didn't the
doctors tell you that?

Yes. And didn't they tell you not to
worry about these types of

It was over for him. I know. And didn't
the doctors tell you that the stress of

being mayor could intensify his
Alzheimer's symptoms?

Weren't you told that?

Why didn't you get him out of the job?

Take him on a vacation. I don't know,
maybe Florida somewhere. See if that

helped.

Instead, you just shoot him?

Maybe it wasn't over for your father.

Maybe he had some good days left. Some
happy days.

And maybe you stole those days. I hope
you never have to see your father the

I had to see my father. My father is
dead.

I'd give anything for an hour with him.
And he didn't have Alzheimer's. You

can't know. You can't know!

All I know is life

is life.

A day is a day. Every day belonged to
Howard Buss.

And that wasn't your right or anybody
else's right to take that away.

Nothing further.

I'll pick you up at 3 o 'clock, okay?
All right, baby.

Bye. Be in front of the school.

Okay. Okay, bye.

Daddy?

Yes, baby?

Wamba thinks it'll turn on your
testimony.

Kimberly, I'm bound by the truth.

Okay.

Try to see the truth.

You okay?

If they take away my privileges at the
hospital, there goes half my practice,

half my income.

What's really bothering you?

What if I was wrong?

Alzheimer's sometimes does get better,
and Howard was lucid enough to be the

mayor, for God's sake. So maybe his
dementia wasn't severe enough.

You weren't wrong.

When they put that drill to his head, I
could almost hear him telling us to

stop, begging us to let him go.

I think what I did was wrong.

I know it.

But I feel it was right.

I feel it completely.

I could see his face.

When he came in holding his diaper...
Sheriff Brock, did you, as a

layperson, have opportunity to observe
the mental state of Kevin Buss as he

into that office with his father?

Yes, I did.

And could you describe that mental
condition to the court?

Could you answer the question, sir? Sir,
please describe the mental condition of

Kevin Butt in layman's terms as he went
into the office with Howard.

Sheriff Brock.

I believe... as he went into that room,
he had no

capacity.

To distinguish right from wrong.

What? Objection. That remark is
stricken. Sheriff, I remind you that you

under oath. You are subject to tell the
truth. I know I'm under oath and I'm

telling the truth.

Shooting Howard Buss was a mistake.

There's no question Kevin was wrong.

But I was there. I saw Howard Buss. Move
to strike. Move to strike. Move to

strike. Overrule.

Go ahead.

No child.

would want to let his father be
humiliated like that. You are a sheriff

as an officer of this court. I am also a
human being.

As is he.

He doesn't belong in jail.

How can we put him in prison?

Madam Foreman, has the jury reached a
verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

What say you?

In the matter of the people versus Kevin
Bass, on the charge of murder in the

second degree, we find the defendant not
guilty by reason of temporary insanity.

Members of the jury, thank you for your
service.

You and the defendant both are free to
go.

We're adjourned.

Thank you.

You tanked it. Look, I didn't mean to
undermine you.

Yes, you did.

John.

You didn't honor the badge.

I know it. You know it.

There's nothing to tie a ribbon around
here.

Excuse me.

Rough year.

We've been through three mares, two
frogs.

Tough year.

Very tough.

But you know what they say, when things
seem the most sad, I don't know, you

cry, I guess.

Come on, we're going to be late.

Come on, Matt.

You became a little less perfect today.

Didn't just happen. I've been working
hard.

I like it.

Okay, come on, let's go, let's go, come
on.

Back, put that thing down.

made one demand.

He said if it's a fine day keep it
short.

Get everyone back out in the sunshine.

Somehow with Howard you didn't have to
go outdoors to feel the sun.

But I will nevertheless honor his last
request and save my service until we get

to the cemetery.

Before we depart however I will ask is
there anyone here friend or family who

would like to speak on his behalf.

Sit down.

I'm going.

When people speak at funerals, I usually
like to be sitting in the back.

That way, when the sentimentality kicks
in, I can get to the door quickly to

vomit.

But with Howard Buss, I feel compelled
to speak

anyway.

If for no other reason than to keep
Wambaugh from doing it.

He touched me.

Howard Buss was... He

touched me.

I won't go on about Howard Buss the man.

Words can't capture the true essence of
what he personified.

I got up here to speak of Howard Buss,
the mayor, because I don't want it

forgotten.

He was a damn good one.

No offense, Rachel.

You were a fine administrator.

But Howard?

I don't know exactly what it was that he
was doing right.

But since he took over, I've never been
more proud to be a citizen of Rome,

Wisconsin.

And I wasn't alone.

He reminded us all that leadership
without a sense of love and charity

is hollow.

And...

He did something else.

First, with the business of wanting to
give his heart away.

Then with the daily contradiction of
being mayor while having Alzheimer's.

And then, finally, with the way he died.

He inadvertently challenged us all.

to examine the equation of life, to
challenge beliefs

we had that we thought were immovable.

He replaced black and white with a lot
of gray, causing some of us to see more

clearly than ever.

As far as I'm concerned, he was a gifted
mayor.

He balanced the budget.

The snow plows always showed up.

And he talked to the children.

If people end up with the leader they
deserve,

then at least for a very brief time, we
were all very...

Very deserving people.

He made one request of me, too.

He asked me to give his casket a good
hard whack.

To let him know that I missed him.

Said he'd be able to hear it.

My one request to all of you.

Remember, Howard.

Keep a little piece of him with you.

For his sake.

For your own.

Okay.

Let's head for the cemetery.

Otherwise, Wambaugh will be up here.

It won't take long.