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[piano playing]

♪ 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 suppose to sing a song that reflects the year and‐‐

You are not singing that!

We've all heard your rendition of that.

‐Henry. ‐No!

It's a festive pageant.

‐Let's go with the children's number. ‐Yeah.

Wait, I got the finale. Number two.

[peppy music playing]

♪ Skies are blue ♪

♪ People true ♪

♪ Everyday you feel anew ♪

♪ It's so wonderful To be alive in Rome ♪

Well, see, now we like that. That's good.

It's great, great.

♪ Simple folks, happy blokes ♪

♪ People laugh At all my jokes ♪

♪ It's so wonderful to be Alive in Rome ♪

♪ But on the pond If you're a swan ♪

♪ And there's hockey going on Lookout, lookout, lookout ♪

‐No, no! ‐[man] You gotta be kidding!

Happy song should have an edge, it takes curse off the pep.

Doug, this is the big spring pageant.

I know, Jill!

But family values don't play. We gotta shock people.

‐He's a disgrace to the community. ‐Are you're gonna do it?

‐Are you gonna 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" before I sing a single verse.

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

‐Now shut up. ‐[Douglas] Thank you. Number three.

[slow music playing]

♪ 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 seize her ♪

♪ For her husband's In a freezer ♪

♪ One whack on the head He's dead ♪

♪ And now she's mine... ♪

‐No! No, no, no! ‐You're right, he's gone too far.

‐[overlapping arguing] ‐[sighs]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

[band music playing]

‐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, the pageant's ruined.

Your collar's 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 anybody.

Now 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 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!

[Gary chuckles]

Honestly.

Okay. How can I help you, my son?

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been six months since my last confession.

[Gary] Mmm‐hmm. And what are your sins, my son?

I gamble.

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

And I owe a bookie about a thousand dollars‐‐

If I don't give it to him, I'll be in a lot of 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've seen you wear a fancy watch.

No.

I will not give them to you, my son.

Why 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, hmm?

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‐‐

The wallet and the watch!

No. I will not.

Now give the wallet and the watch or I'll kill you.

You think I won't do it.

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

The watch and the wallet.

No.

I will not.

[rapid gunfire]

[gasps]

All available units, go!

Max, you stay, we'll coordinate for you.

‐Novotny said a green pickup. ‐[Jimmy] Got it.

[sirens wailing]

Max's radio, the green pickup was spotted going south on Common.

[Jimmy on radio] I'm on it.

[Jimmy] I'll take backup.

You get to the church. Jill will meet you there.

I'm going to the church.

‐Here! Here, in here, please hurry! ‐We're coming!

‐We're here now! ‐[indistinct radio chatter]

Right, I got his shoulders.

Get his legs. And one, two, three!

‐[tires screech] ‐[indistinct radio chatter]

‐Right here. ‐[Jill] Get that stretcher in here!

‐Okay, let's get‐‐ ‐Slight pulse, we got something, but he's lost a lot of blood.

He's not breathing. Nothing. Get a line started.

‐Put that Ambu on him. ‐[EMT] Got it.

[Jill] Get some pressure on that wound.

Gary, breathe for me. Gary, it's Jill!

Gary, breathe for me!

We need more volume, turn up the IV.

‐[man] Come on, one, two, three. ‐[exhales sharply]

[Jill] Come on, let's go, easy, easy.

We're going to Thayer, okay? I want you to bag him all the way.

I'm going with you.

[man 1] We got it. Coming through!

[man 2] Move it. move it!

[Jill] His pressure's dropping?

[Jimmy] I got him, I got him!

All units... headin' east on Hill Crest.

He's going to Hill Crest. Heading east on Hill Crest. All units.

[siren wailing]

Get a trauma team ready, we've got multiple gunshots wounds, no consciousness.

[sniffles] Get a cardiologist ready, too.

[sirens blaring]

[rapid gunfire]

Round the back round the back!

[indistinct]

[officer] Hold on outside, hold on outside!

Round back, round back!

[nurse] Straight to OR Two!

‐Unconscious, pressure's 60. ‐[male nurse] Cardiologist...

[Jill] Move, move! Clear the hall!

Dear God.

Dear God in heaven.

‐What's happening? What's happening? ‐[officer] Lady, get down!

Get outta here! Get outta here! Get down, get down!

‐Where is he? ‐He shot a priest.

He's in the house, alone and armed!

‐Where is he exactly? Where? ‐Upstairs!

‐Wait, I have a shot. ‐No, no, no! Hold on! I wanna talk to him first.

Get me a bullhorn over here now! Get me a bullhorn, now!

‐[indistinct] ‐[machine beeping]

‐[Jill] How's he doing? ‐[male doctor] BP, 80 over 30.

‐Heart rate, 110. ‐[Jill] Hang in there, Gary.

‐[surgeon] Give me a free tie. ‐[nurse] Right here.

[surgeon] Needs more suction.

All right, Michael...

If you come out now, you won't be hurt.

Michael, put that gun down now and come out! Now!

‐[opens fire] ‐Take cover!

‐Return fire! ‐[gunshots]

[Jimmy] Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

‐Michael‐‐ ‐Michael, please...

Please, come out. Please, don't do this. You've gotta come out.

Get her back! Take her, get her back.

Get him back to the window where I can take him.

[monitor beeping]

[surgeon] Kelly...

I've got a lot of oozing here.

‐We've got a bleeder. ‐[indistinct]

[sighs]

He's my brother.

[indistinct commands]

From over here, we can see him against north wall.

‐That's him. That's him. ‐Where?

‐I can make the shot. ‐[Jimmy] Okay.

[Max] Michael Hynes...

Michael Hynes, this is your last warning.

‐[gunfire] ‐[screaming]

He keeps moving, Jimmy, how long are we gonna wait? He's gonna kill somebody.

Take him out.

I'll tell Max to call him again,

as he moves to that window, you take him.

Can you get his shoulder?

He shot a priest.

Get his shoulder.

‐All right! If he hits, take the building. ‐[officer] Yes, sir.

[Kenny] 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 deployments to take that building with shields.

‐He may be alive and armed. ‐Ready.

[Max on bullhorn] Michael Hynes...

Michael Hynes, put down your gun and come out.

‐[Jimmy] Take him! ‐[gunshot]

‐[officer] He's down. ‐[Sara Hynes] No! Michael!

‐[Jimmy] Okay, take him! ‐[overlapping chatter]

Where'd you hit him?

I couldn't tell. He was moving.

Michael!

Michael! Did you kill my son?!

‐Did you kill him?! ‐[Jimmy] Get her back, get her out of here.

[Sara Hynes sobs] Did you kill him?

‐Coming through! ‐Is he okay?

He'll live. He took it in the shoulder.

Juvie. Out when he's 21.

Hey, take him to room three, the doctors are there.

I want the room guarded. We'll scrub a deputy and put him in‐‐

‐Fine. ‐[sighs]

‐[Jill] Is he stable? ‐[male doctor] Yes.

Okay, let's close him. We've done all we can.

Oh, please...

[sobbing] No. No.

[sighs deeply]

We've repaired most of the wounds.

But one of the bullets went into his brain.

I don't think he'll survive.

[sniffles]

if he does, he'd be vegetative.

‐Janine, no. No. ‐[Janine sobs]

[Rev. Henry] Hold on. It's no over yet.

You've got to be brave.

Gary would want you to be brave.

I think this is the entry.

[male] Looks like there's some bone damage.

‐Do you have your ortho tray? ‐[woman] Right here.

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

[female] This is a sterile field, sir. Please, get out.

[male doctor] Will somebody call security and get this man out?

[woman] We're in the middle of a surgical procedure,

please, leave!

I'm sorry, Judge, you can't be in here. Come on.

‐I can go and see him now? ‐Yes.

We'll be in touch, Ms. Hynes.

[sighs] 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 though.

‐Let's get him arraigned. ‐Yeah.

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

[interpreter] Sheriff Brock.

Is he dead?

Pretty much.

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

[interpreter] No, no, no. We need that pageant now more than ever.

‐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?

[interpreter] 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 respirator, no.

Withholding medical treatment is okay.

And we specifically discussed this.

Are you sure?

Yes.

He was a great brother.

I have no doubt.

[machine switches off]

[peppy music on piano]

Watch the kids.

♪ Father, hear Thy Children's call ♪

♪ Humbly at Thy feet we fall ♪

♪ Prodigals confessing all‐‐ ♪

Okay, okay. Hold it.

Zack, 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...

it's a difficult day for everybody.

Then why do we have to sing?

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

[Bailiff] Case number 32844.

People vs. Michael Hynes

on the charge of attempted murder.

Douglas Wambaugh 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.

[Douglas] 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?

Mm‐hmm.

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?

‐[Douglas] Hey! ‐Your Honor...

You want personal recognizance?

I'll give it to you!

‐Your Honor ‐Henry? Henry...

Hmm?

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.

[tap dancing]

Watch it!

‐Go tap someplace else. ‐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 it go to the sister? ‐Do you think that's amusing?

It was just a probate question.

What time did you get up?

Four o'clock. I couldn't sleep.

[tap dancing]

Cut it out, tampon!

[Matthew] Why do you have to do

your stupid tapping in the kitchen?

'Cause this is the only place with the right floor!

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

‐[continue arguing] ‐Shut up!

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

[sighs]

Eat your breakfast. No dancing.

He 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.

[smacks lips] You really believe that?

How can we not?

[knocking on door]

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 meaning of ex parte.

Yeah. Yeah. Transfer this case!

‐[slams fists] ‐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.

[monitor beeps]

[Janine] 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's been turned off...

[Janine scoffs]

But, yes... he could go on living.

Maybe you can...

turn up his morphine just a little...

I don't do that anymore.

Why won't he die?

[band playing music]

Do we really need this?

She thought it'd lift spirits.

This is a joke. I mean, the priest is almost killed

and she sends out for a marching band.

Well, she's inexperienced.

[band stops]

[interpreter] Sorry about the band.

I thought maybe if we pumped up the music

we might forget about how awful things are.

[sighs]

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.

‐[man] What? ‐[crowd] What is she doing?

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.

[sighs]

[dog barking]

Hello, Henry.

Nice time for a walk.

Yeah.

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

The first thing 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.

[scoffs]

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

Mm. Was I supposed to notice that it was pristine and white

or that it was jagged?

I guess both.

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

Why?

That mayor left this town to its conscience.

Maybe a judge should be left to his.

Maybe I should take that damn bench

and be human for all I'm worth!

You've been that ever since I've known you.

But this one...

‐Uh‐uh. ‐Yeah.

I haven't been able to do anything but cry.

I go home...

Gary and I were close but, uh...

all I do is weep.

Why didn't I cry for my son?

Maybe that's what you're doing.

Maybe. [smacks lips]

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?

Do you?

[monitor beeping]

Excuse me?

Visiting hours don't start until eight.

‐What time is it now? ‐Ten minutes to six.

Hmm.

♪ Who they called Have disobeyed ♪

♪ Into paths of sin Have strayed ♪

♪ And repenting Have delayed ♪

‐Uh‐‐ ‐♪ We... ♪

That's betrayed. That word is betrayed.

‐Betrayed? ‐Uh‐huh.

Do you wanna 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 if off?

Because I think, sometimes...

the adults need to hear the children sing...

to be reminded of...

I don't know... [sighs]

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? ‐Mmm‐hmm.

[bailiff] All rise.

Be seated.

[sighs]

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 an 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 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 act of 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 and 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, uh, transfer this case to Windsor County.

Everybody else...

I wish you a pleasant spring pageant.

‐Adjourned. ‐[bangs gavel softly]

[officer] Let's go.

[music playing]

♪ Father, hear Thy Children's call ♪

♪ Humbly at Thy feet we fall ♪

♪ Prodigals, confessing all ♪

♪ We beseech Thee Hear us ♪

♪ We Thy call have disobeyed ♪

♪ Into paths of sin Have strayed ♪

♪ And repenting have delayed ♪

♪ We beseech Thee, hear us ♪

♪ Come sing about love ♪

♪ That made us first to be ♪

♪ Come sing about love ♪

♪ That made the stone And tree ♪

♪ Come sing about love ♪

♪ That draws us lovingly ♪

♪ We beseech Thee, hear us ♪

♪ Sick ♪

♪ We come to Thee for cure ♪

♪ Guilty ♪

♪ We seek Thy mercy sure ♪

♪ Evil ♪

♪ We long to be made pure ♪

♪ We beseech Thee, hear us ♪

[tapping shoes]

Wow! Look at that!

♪ Come sing about love ♪

♪ That made us first to be ♪

‐♪ Come sing about love ♪ ‐♪ Love ♪

♪ That made the stone And tree ♪

‐♪ Come sing about love ♪ ‐♪ Love ♪

‐♪ Love ♪ ‐♪ Love ♪

♪ That draws us lovingly ♪

♪ We beseech Thee, hear us ♪

♪ We beseech Thee, hear us ♪

♪ We beseech Thee, hear us ♪

[monitor beeping]

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, Gary.

You were a great man.

[monitor beeps faster]

[flatlining]

Thank you.

Go home, Gary.

Go home.

Thank you.

[peppy music playing]

[sighs] Oh, God!

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 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 The Romans... ♪

♪ That's the song of Rome ♪

♪ Let us always Sing the song ♪

♪ Of Rome ♪

[slow clapping]

[gathering applause]

[applause continues]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]