All language subtitles for pf-3x22

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
great, great. Simple folks, happy

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,

You've got to be kidding. Happy songs
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's a disgrace to the community. Are
you going to talk?

Are you going to sing? All right, all
right. We have to sing songs that

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. Oh, shut up. Thank

you. Number three.

I'm

going

home again to that 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.

Gotta get ready for the pageant.

You're not gonna 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.

This 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. The wallet and the

watch.

No.

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.

No.

Max, you stay. We'll coordinate for you.
Your bot needs that green pickup. Got

it.

Max just radioed. The green pickup was
probably going south on Thomas.

I'm on it.

I'll take backup.

You get to the church.

Jill will meet you there.

I'm going to the church.

Here.

We're coming. Hurry.

We're here.

All right, I got his shoulders. Get his
legs. And one, two, three.

Right here. Get that stretch in here.

Okay,

let's go. Breathe for me, Gary.

He's still.

Gary, breathe for me.

I need more volume. Turn up the IV.

Okay, turn up the IV. Let's do it
tomorrow. One, two, three. Easy, easy.

We're going to say her, okay? I want you
to bag him all the way. I'm going with

you.

Move it. Move it.

Pressure dropping.

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

Storm on Hillcrest, heading east on
Hillcrest. All units.

Get a promising ready. We got multiple
gunshot wounds, no consciousness.

Get a cardiologist ready too.

Dear God.

Dear God in heaven.

What's happening?

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

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

Get out of here. Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Hang in there, Gary.

Hang in there, Gary.

Hang in there, Gary.

All right, Michael.

If you come on now, you won't be heard.

Michael, put that gun down now and come
on.

Kelly?

Kelly.

I've got a lot of impact.

I've got a bleeder.

He's my brother.

That's him.

That's him.

I can make the shot.

Michael Hines.

Michael Hines, this is your last
warning.

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.

You didn't get a shoulder?

He shot a priest.

Get a shoulder.

All right.

Pay heads. 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?

Got it.

Max.

I got you.

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

To take that building with field.

He may be alive and armed. Daddy.

Michael Hines.

Michael Hines, put down your gun and
come out.

Take him.

No. Michael. Okay, take it.

Where'd you hear him?

I couldn't tell.

He was moving.

Took it in the shoulder.

Two. Now we're in 21.

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

I want the room guarded.

Fine.

Is he stable?

Okay,

let's close him.

You've done it with Dan.

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 on.

It's not over yet.

You've got to be brave.

Carrie 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,

Judge.

Doctor, I think you better take a look
at this. You can't be in here. Who the

hell are you?

This is a sterile field, sir. Please get
out. Somebody call the security and get

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

You better type and cross it for a unit.

I don't know.

I'm sorry, Judge. You can't be in here.

Come on.

Son.

I can go and see him now? Yes.

We'll be in touch, Ms. Knox.

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

He also had an Uzi.

Uzis are easier to get than a gambling
addiction.

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

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

Sheriff Brock.

Is he dead?

Pretty much.

I think we should cancel the pageant and
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.

The room's just a piece of... It's still
alive.

came to visit.

I can't leave him like this.

Turn it off, please.

Excuse me?

The respirator.

I have no difficulty with this decision.

But he is a priest.

Wouldn't there be some religious
objection?

Not to disconnecting the respirator, no.

Withholding medical treatment is okay.

And we specifically discussed this.

Lots of 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 Wamba wanted to arrest your
honor. Plead not guilty.

Asked 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!

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.

This is a big number. I gotta get it
right, penis head.

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

breakfast here. We don't need you
hopping around like Miguel Barista puts.

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.

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?

really need this?

She thought it would lift spirits.

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, you might forget about how awful

things are.

What kind of a community shoots its
priest?

Perhaps a town that's 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.

Goodbye.

It's 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...

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're doing

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.

Do 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
at half -mast 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. See, 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.

All rise.

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

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 suggest 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 with his

terror.

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

An indifference we perhaps cultivate as
a result of our euthanasia

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

entertainment.

All I know is... I...

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.

Let's go.

But we have to.

Take him, damn it.

He's loved you all his life.

Love him.

And take him.

I wish I had told you how much you meant
to me.

How much you helped me get through.

Maybe you can hear me now.

You were a good priest.

A man 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...

or 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 pains 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.

That's the song of the Romans.

That's the song of Rome.

Let us always sing the song of Rome.

When the road to justice is twisted.

It's my world. The Hallmark premiere of
The Shield.

Oh my God!

A new series of ticket fences.

Oh, that's great.

A feast of Easter premieres. Good news,
isn't it? April on Hallmark.