All language subtitles for Picket.Fences.S04E05.WebRip

‐He kicked me.
‐You had no right
to touch him.

‐Hey, he should be
on a leash!
‐[siren wails]

Let me tell you something,
you’re a disgrace, okay?

‐Your kid should be in a box!
‐Hey, you watch it, buddy.

He should be kept in a cage!

‐Hey!
‐He kicked me!

‐You had no right to touch him!
‐What’s the problem?

‐What’s going on? Get back.
‐Thank God.

‐Officer, arrest that brat!
‐This little brat

‐kicked me!
‐[lady] He assaulted my son!

‐And I told him to knock it off.
‐[Max] Please, listen.

‐[sausage man] Hold on!
‐[Max] You know what?

‐One at a time, please.
‐Get your kid out of my face!

‐The big brat hurt me.
‐[Max] Hold on.

‐He’s a wild child!
‐Arrest that man.

‐[sausage man]
You got to hell!
‐Ma’am, please.

‐Your kid’s a menace.
He’s a demon.
‐Okay, sir, come on.

‐Come with me.
I wanna talk about it.
‐Hey, keep your hands off me.

‐Okay? Just back off!
‐Sir, if you don’t comply,
I’ll place you under arrest.

‐You don’t touch me,
you pig.
‐[all gasping]

Stay away from me.

Don’t you dare touch me,
you fascist, all right?

You are under arrest for
assaulting a police officer.

[sausage man]
Bring it on!

‐[both grunting]
‐[all gasping]

[sausage man] You fascist pig!

‐I’m gonna‐‐
‐[Max] Let go of my gun.

[sausage man]
All right. You want it?

[Max] Stop or
I will shoot. Drop it!

Get down on the ground!
Drop it or I’ll shoot!

‐Stop!
‐[grunting]

‐[gunshot]
‐[sausage man groans]

[crowd gasps]

She killed him.
She killed Barney Big Brat.

‐[all murmuring]
‐[breathing heavily]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

[siren wailing]

[indistinct conversations]

‐Yeah, I’m okay.
‐I didn’t say anything.

Mr. Big Brat’s okay,
too, it’s just a minor
shoulder wound.

I heard.

[sighs]

I went to see the
department shrink, Kenny.

He cleared me. I’m fine.

He was going for my gun,
it was a clean shoot.

You touched
your holster, right?

Didn’t I just say that?

Max?

[Dr. Joey] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Lila honey, keep it contained.

All I’m asking for is a change
in the venetian blinds.

Hello, I‐‐

Are you here for
the receptionist’s job?

‐’Cause it’s filled.
‐No, I...

No, I know I said periwinkles,
so I changed my mind.

What, for this, are you
gonna stroke out?

Deep breaths, Lila.

We’ll look at some
new swatches
this afternoon. Okay?

Okay, bye‐bye.

‐Decorators.
‐[chuckles]

You know, that new girl
may not work out.

‐If you wanna
fill out an application‐‐
‐Um, I’m Kimberley Brock.

Oh! Okay.

‐Get a gun, shoot me
I am so sorry, Kimberley.
‐[chuckles]

I’m Joanna Diamond.

My roommates and I
watch your show
all the time.

Well, good, I could
use the ratings. [chuckles]

Your mom’s not here right now,
she does a clinic on Mondays.

Yeah, I know. Um,

actually, I came
to speak to you.

Me? What can I
do for you, honey?

Uh, I have a problem.

‐A medical problem?
‐Sort of.

And you don’t wanna
tell your mother?

I’d rather talk
to you, if that’s okay.

Sure.

You’re suspending me?

It’s not suspension,
it’s paid administrative duty.

‐It was a righteous shoot.
‐[sighs] I know it was, Max.

‐He was going for my gun.
‐It was standard procedure,
officer involved.

‐You didn’t suspend Kenny when
he shot the psychotic Santa.
‐You’re not being suspended.

And you sure didn’t
suspend yourself

when you shot Laurie Bey
in the back.

[sighs] Both those cases
were investigated.

‐You’re not being
singled out here.
‐Yes, I am.

It’s not fair.

You pull the trigger,
you face the heat
like anyone else.

Now, complete your report,
and we will complete
our investigation.

You’ll be on the street
in a couple of days.

Okay?

Max, I’m gonna
need your weapon too.

‐[door closes]
‐[depressing music playing]

For forensics.

Thank you.

[exhales sharply]

‐Hi, Kim.
‐Mom.
[chuckles nervously]

Hi. I had a few errands
in the neighborhood,
‐Hi.

‐I thought I’d just stop by.
‐Yeah? Everything okay?

‐Fine. Fine.
‐I took take a half‐hour
for lunch, if you like.

Oh, no, no, no. That’s okay.
I should be getting back.
I’m kinda late for class.

So I’ll see you later.

‐You sure
everything’s okay?
‐Yeah. Perfect.

Jill, I know I said chartreuse
for the pillows, but
I’m having second thoughts.

Did you just
see my daughter?

Yeah, nice kid.

‐Uh, you talked to her?
‐A little.

‐Oh, what’d she say?
‐Nothing.

‐Did she come here
to see you, or‐‐
‐Jill...

[scoffs] She did, didn’t she?

‐Jill...
‐What did she
wanna talk about?

‐I can’t tell you.
‐What do you mean
you can’t tell me?

Well, what part
of that sentence
don’t you understand?

‐She’s a patient?
‐And down comes the talk.

You’re pulling
doctor‐patient privilege
on me over my own daughter?

‐Look, I really
can’t discuss it.
‐Yes, you can.

You tell me why
Kim came to see you.

I’m sorry, that was my bad ear

I thought I just heard
you say, "tell me,"
when I told you I can’t.

Joanna...

Oh, my God.

[Jimmy] My daughter
is not pregnant.

She comes to the office

‐specifically to see
Joanna, not me.
‐[Jimmy scoffs]

‐She lies to me about it,
Joanna takes the fifth‐‐
‐Yeah.

‐[scoffs] It could be
any number of things.
‐Name one.

‐Well, I don’t know, some‐‐
‐Sexually transmitted disease.

‐Oh, God!
‐Jill, for crying out loud.

‐Jimmy, you’ve got to
talk to her.
‐What?

Well... she’s mad at me
ever since I called her
pre‐med advisor.

‐She thinks I spy on her.
‐Well, what makes you think
she’ll confide in me?

‐You’re very good
in these situations, honey.
‐[laughs]

I’ve never been in
a situation like this.

Oh, yes. Do you remember
when we caught Kim in bed
with Billy O’Connell?

‐I threatened his life.
‐But you’ve mellowed
since then, Jimmy.

You have to talk to her.
We have to find out what’s
going on. We have to help.

‐Wh‐what do I say?
‐I don’t know.
You’ll think of something.

[engine starts]

Carlson.

What are you doing?

Having some fun.

Well, I don’t think
that’s very funny.

Max needs our support.

Well, I figured
if she ruins our reputation,

the least we can do
is enjoy the ride.

It was a good shoot.

Did you pull the trigger?

[chuckles] She choked, buddy.

Women do not
belong in combat.

It’s that simple.

‐[loud bang]
‐[yelps]

Gee, that’s too bad.

[pleasant music playing
over speakers]

[indistinct conversations]

‐Hey, pumpkin.
‐Hi, Daddy.

‐So, what’s up?
‐Oh, not much, uh... [sighs]

How’s it going?

Well, calculus is killing me,
chemistry isn’t much better,

I go to sleep dreaming
of carbon rings and
Krebs cycles. [laughs]

If I don’t become
a doctor after all this junk...

[chuckles] Sound good.
Good. Good.

So... [sighs]

you’re feeling good,
you look good,
school’s good,

you’re not pregnant
or anything.
‐What?

Nothing.

Am I... pregnant?

Or just uh...
Silly question.

‐Leo?
‐Oh, wait.

‐This is coming
from Mom, isn’t it?
‐No.

No, she saw me with Dr. Joey,
so naturally,
she assumes I’m pregnant.

She didn’t say
pregnant, necessarily.

It could be, uh, sexually
transmitted disease.

[sarcastically] Oh, perfect!

Well, Mum thought it was just
strange seeing you that way.

Dr. Joey...

didn’t say anything.

‐If that makes you feel better.
‐No, I know Dr. Joey
wouldn’t sell me out.

I trust her, it’s Mom
I’m not so sure about.

‐Kimberley.
‐Well, you can tell her
I’m not pregnant.

I do not have a sexually
transmitted disease.

‐I practice safe sex,
and if she sticks her nose
‐[groans]

in my personal business
one more time,

I will never, ever, ever
come home ever again.

Not even to do laundry!

[exhales sharply]

[all laughing]

[Max] Carlson.

I love it, man. She shocked me
as the lady killer.

‐[groans]
‐[both officers] Ooh.

Max, come with me.

‐In a minute.
‐Now.

‐What?
‐You gotta see it,
it’s on TV.

‐[sausage man] Yeah? You’re
gonna arrest me? Bring it on!
‐[Jimmy] I don’t believe this.

‐But they’re showing it
on every channel, Dad. Look.
‐[clicks]

[news reporter] As seen here
in the amateur video taken by
Rome citizen Fred Sit.

The argument
escalated into a brawl,

resulting in the use
of deadly force by
Officer Maxine Stewart.

‐Justifiable shooting?
You be the judge.
‐[arguing continues]

‐This is gonna be bigger
than the Rodney King tape.
‐Zachary.

[video continues playing]

‐[Max] Stop now!
‐ [gunshot]

‐[gasps]
‐[sausage man groans]

[sighs]

That’s the guy who was
in the Bernie Big Brat outfit.

‐Was Franklin there?
‐Turn it up.

When a trigger‐happy
deputy is allowed to
shoot up the street

‐ in Rome,
none of us are safe.
‐[Jimmy] "Trigger‐happy"?

‐[Jimmy scoffs]
‐That is why...

on behalf of my client,
Mr. Williams, I have
filed a civil rights action

against Deputy Maxine Stewart,

Sheriff James Brock,
and the city
of Rome, Wisconsin,

alleging the use
of excessive force

‐in violation of the fourth
amendment of our constitution.
‐Whoa.

It is time that we
citizens of Rome

hold our law
enforcement officials

‐accountable for their actions.
‐ Turn it off.

[boy]
He’s totally bogus.

‐[Bernie Big Brat]
He’s a wild child!
‐[mother] Arrest that man!

‐[Bernie Big Brat]
You go to hell!
‐[Max] Ma’am, please.

[continues playing on TV]

[dramatic music playing]

‐[Max] Stop now.
‐[gunshot]

[all gasping]

[reporter] As the Fred Stit
videotape plays in living rooms
across the country,

the Rome’s Sheriffs’ Department
is scrambling to justify

its shooting of
Barney Big Brat.

Otherwise known as
Kurtis Williams,
an itinerant actor.

The shot heard around
the cornfields has brought
police controversy

to the heart of
small‐town America,

whose amber waves
of grain today

are splattered with the blood
of an unarmed sausage.

Reporting live from
the Rome’s Sheriffs’ Department,

this is Timothy Malone,
Mid‐West Cable News.

You wanna settle?

Douglas Wambaugh wants
to raise the white flag?

As special counsel to the mayor,

it is my responsibility
to lay out all the options.

‐Well, selling is not
an option here.
‐Sheriff.

My deputy didn’t do
anything wrong, I didn’t
do anything wrong.

Nobody’s saying you did.

How do you think people are
going to react to a settlement?

It’s an admission of guilt.

Well, who cares
what people think?

It’s important for us to
limit the city’s exposure.

You go to trial,
who knows what can happen?

Just take a look at
our beautiful Mayor here.

With a little bit
of courtroom magic,

I transformed the self‐confessed
bank robber into our
leading public servant.

‐I don’t wanna think about that.
‐Well, you better think
about it, Jimmy.

The media’s having a field day!

"Female cop shoots
a nine‐foot hot dog."

On videotape, no less.

‐Do you really want
that kind of publicity?
‐[sighs]

Have you seen this?

‐I know.
‐"Self‐styled super cop
known as Loose Cannon."

‐Where did they get that?
‐I don’t know.

"Sources within the
Sheriff’s Department report
that Deputy Stewart

has a tendency towards
overzealousness"?

Says one, "She goes for
her gun about as often
as her toothbrush"?

What sources, Kenny?
Who’s talking?

‐It wasn’t me, Max.
‐I’m going to Jimmy with this.

He’s not in there,
he’s with the mayor.

Max... Max.

I don’t want
my people hesitating

every time they have to
make a judgment call.
That could cost lives.

Now, this is a good shoot.

If we cave, it sends
the wrong message.

The city doesn’t
back Max, or me.

There’s more at stake here than
your department’s morale, Jimmy.

And let’s face it.

We all know that Deputy Stewart
doesn’t make the best defendant.

She’s impulsive and hot‐headed.

You wanna tie your fate to hers?

I know Franklin Dell, Mayor.

He had his moment in the sun.

We give him a settlement,
he gets what he wants,

we get what we want,
and it’ll all go away.

He has a point, Sheriff.

I can’t believe it!

‐[Jimmy] Max...
‐You’re selling me out.

You’re cutting
a deal, aren’t you?

For your information,

Sheriff was just about to
tell us for the 20th time

why we should go to trial.

Oh.

[sighs]

I think we’ve heard
all the arguments.

Sheriff, Counselor, thank you.

I’ll let you know my decision.

‐I’d like you to stay, Deputy.
‐I’ll see you in my office.

‐[door closes]
‐[sighs]

Is that how you
reacted yesterday?

With the bratwurst man.

No.

I won’t put this city at risk
for someone I don’t believe in.

If you settle this out,

I am a joke as a police officer.

I may as well quit.

It was a good shoot.

You’ve got to give me
a chance to clear my name.

‐Got a minute?
‐Ah, just. I’ve got
a taping in an hour.

Um...

Joanna, there’s something that
I wanted to explain to you.

[inhales sharply] Um...

see, I’m actually
Kimberley’s stepmother.

I raised her since she was
three years old. [chuckles]

So we’ve been through
a lot of things together.

When she was five,
she ran through
a plate glass store.

I was the one who
sewed her up. [laughs]

And of course when
she started her period,
she came to me.

I‐I guess what I’m trying
to tell you is that she’s...

‐Your baby! Yes.
‐Yes. Yes.

[both laugh]

But she’s not
a baby anymore, Jill.

If you want your relationship
to survive, you’re gonna
have to learn to respect that.

I know! I‐I know that, I...

I guess I’m just

wondering why she came
to you instead of me. I mean...

What was it that
she couldn’t tell me?

Well... [laughs]

Did you want to tell
your mother everything when
you were 18 years old?

I sure as hell didn’t.

I sincerely doubt that
my relationship with Kim

is anything like
your relationship
with your mother.

[deep breath] Look...

I’ll tell you what I’ll do.
I’ll give a little jingle,

‐and see if I can
arrange a sit‐down.
‐What?

Well, you obviously still want
to know what’s going on,

I can’t tell you!
But maybe Kim will.

You’re gonna facilitate
between me and Kim?

Well, hey,
who’s the talk show host?

Look, Joanna.

I don’t need you to help me
communicate with my daughter.

Oh, really?

Then why are you here?

[door closes]

‐I’m with the mayor sticking
my neck out for you, and you‐‐
‐I said I was sorry.

It isn’t just you, my whole
department’s on the line.

I don’t know.

Maybe Wambaugh is right,
maybe we should settle.

Is that what you think?

I’ve decided.
We’re going to trial.

[Max] I told him
to get down and he didn’t.

‐So you shot him.
‐He charged me.

‐You shot an unarmed man.
‐He wasn’t unarmed,
he was carrying a club.

‐A plastic wiener.
‐Well, I didn’t know that!

Oh, that was terrible.

What you just did
was terrible. How many
times must I tell you?

You must not lose
your temper on the stand.

‐[sighs]
‐All right, let’s start
from the beginning.

‐I’m tired.
‐You are not ready.

You’re far from being ready.

You don’t believe
in the case, do you?

You think I’m a lousy cop.

What I believe doesn’t matter.

What matters is your
demeanor in the courtroom.

I’ll take that as a yes.

Well, we have a history,
you know.

I led you by the nose
in the Latham case.

‐What’s that mean?
‐You get angry too quickly.

You’re arrogant and defensive,
so the juries don’t like you.

[chuckles]
And your records,

they’re bulging with reprimands
for reckless behavior.

I could win Franklin Dell’s
case for him without
consulting a single note.

‐Hi.
‐Hmm.

I’ve been calling you.

The phone must be
off the hook.

Too many calls from reporters.

‐Come in.
‐Oh. Yeah.

Well, I just thought
I’d come by and...

see how you’re doing.

I’m okay.

Yeah?

Well, you got what you wanted.

The trial, I mean.

Yeah.

Look, Max, we’re all behind you.

Except for Carlson, you know
what a joke he can be.

I almost took
that guy’s life, Kenny.

‐For what?
‐Hey.

He assaulted you. You thought
your life was in danger, right?

Right?

Yeah.

Well... you did
what you had to do.

You defended yourself.
He went for your gun.

I think his hand
was on my holster.

I keep looking at that tape,

in my mind,
I played it over and over.

I see the bullet
entering the costume...

and the look on his face.

‐Max, you can’t
second‐guess yourself now.
‐[sighs]

‐You’re going
to trial tomorrow.
‐I know.

Or maybe it’s all just...

It’s delayed shock,
all this media attention.

I almost killed that guy, Kenny.

Do you have any idea
what that feels like?

Yeah, I do.

[depressing music playing]

I need to know.

Did I do the right thing?

I wasn’t there.

[Judge Bone]
Fire away, Counselor.

‐[all chuckle]
‐[sighs]

‐Sorry.
‐It’s all right,
Deputy Campbell, pick it up.

‐What?
‐I said pick it up.

Your Honor, I’m sure
we’re all impressed

Mr. Dell can teach the sausage
a few simple tricks,

may I ask the relevancy?

And what’s next?
Dancing cheese curds?

I think this demonstration has
served its purpose, Mr. Dell.

You may shuck
your bun now, Deputy.

He said you could
shuck your bun now, Deputy.

Okay.

[all laughing]

‐[Wambaugh sighs]
‐Well...

it must be pretty
uncomfortable
inside that thing.

‐It is, believe me.
‐Hard to hear too?

‐Definitely.
‐In fact, Mr. Williams,

as Deputy Steward was leading
you away, could you hear
what she said to you?

[sighs] I tell you,

it is so hot in that thing,

I had a belligerent juvenile
and his mother
shouting in my ear.

[stammers] Honestly,
I could hardly hear anything.

And the next thing I know,
someone was pulling
on my costume.

‐Were you confused?
‐Oh, definitely confused
and disoriented.

‐Nice script.
‐Shut up.

[Dell] At any time,

‐did you place your hand
on Deputy Stewart’s gun?
‐Absolutely not.

I was merely trying
to protect myself

from what I perceived to be
a threat to my personal safety.

Then why did you pick up the
plastic bratwurst and advance
toward Deputy Stewart?

‐Didn’t you hear her
tell you to stop?
‐No.

If I had, I would’ve stopped.

I wanted to get
her attention, that’s all.

I wanted her to calm down

‐and talk things over.
‐[Dell] So, there you are,

virtually unarmed,

stuffed inside
of a clumsy costume,

do you have any idea
why she shot you?

No. I wish I did.

Sheriff Brock,

would you, uh, identify
this for the court?

Deputy Stewart’s personnel file?

I refer you to page two,

January 22nd, 1993.

Objection.

My client’s past actions are
irrelevant to this case, Judge.

[Dell] Your Honor, this goes
directly to course and pattern
of violent behavior,

and the Sheriff’s
negligent supervision.

Objection overruled.

But I’ll be looking for
the connection, Counselor.

Did you make
that entry, Sheriff?

‐[Jimmy] Yes.
‐And to what
does it refer?

Deputy Stewart discharged
her weapon [sighs]

in a house of worship
prior to making an arrest.

She fired into
the ceiling, didn’t she?

In a small room
with over 20 people in it.

Yes.

Would you read
the entry, please?

Uh, you have to remember,
she was relatively new
to the department.

[Billy] The last
two sentences will do.

"After reviewing
the incident, we found

violation of department policy
4.2, suggested remedy,

two days’ suspension
without pay,

and 20 hours remedial training."
Which she did, by the way.

Page four.

Where the hell were you, Doug?

‐Her‐‐
‐Dell’s killing us
out there!

Her personnel file is fair game.

‐That file...
‐Jimmy, there’s
nothing I can do.

[Jimmy] That file tells
a part of the story,
and that’s it!

But when I cross‐examine,
you get to tell the other part.

‐Maybe we should settle.
‐[both] What?

Didn’t you look
at the jury’s faces?
They think I’m guilty.

Maxine,

‐our team hasn’t even
come to bat yet.
‐[Max] What’s the point?

‐They’ve made up
their minds already.
‐You wanna quit?

Dell won’t stop until
he’s hammered every mistake‐‐

You’re gonna get on that stand,
you’re gonna defend yourself

and you’re gonna
defend this department.

Quitting is not an option!
Is that understood?

[Douglas] Sheriff...

I know how you feel.

But it’s the pressure,
that’s all.
Opening‐night jitters.

On my first case,
I got hives all over.

I wanted to walk away
but I stood my ground.

I won the case.

And you could win too.

Just stick to what we went over
no matter what happens.

Don’t lose your cool.

I’ll be there to
protect you, Maxine.

All you have to do
is tell the truth.

[dramatic music playing]

[Billy] You tell me when to
stop now. You tell me
when Mr. Williams

has his hand
on your holster.

Stop.

‐[Billy] I can’t see much
of anything, can you?
‐It’s a bad angle.

They say the camera
never lies, Deputy Stewart.

Could it be that
Mr. Williams never had
his hand on your holster?

Is it possible that,
that in all the excitement,

all the rolling around,
the adrenaline rushing,

‐that you could
have been mistaken?
‐No.

You’re telling me
it’s not possible,
not even conceivable,

that a piece of
Mr. Williams’ costume

might have brushed
against your holster, and
you mistook that for his hand?

Costumes don’t
pull on holsters, hands do.

[Billy] I see.

So that’s your testimony.

Despite the photographic
evidence, you maintain

that Mr. Williams
pulled on your holster.

That’s why I yelled,
"Let go of my gun."

You’ve had your gun

‐taken away from you,
haven’t you?
‐Objection. Irrelevant.

[Judge Bone] Overruled.
‐Deputy Stewart?

‐Yes.
‐When was that?

Three years ago.

I was trying to take care
of an ill man in
a Santa Claus suit.

And he stole your gun
and he held you hostage.

‐Correct?
‐Yes.

How did that
make you feel, Deputy?

Like I was never gonna let
anyone steal my gun again.

The fact is,

that even the slightest
provocation in the area
of your holster,

real or imagined, might
make you immediately
go for your weapon.

Wouldn’t it? I mean,
to prevent a similar incident
from occurring.

‐No.
‐[Billy, chuckling]
Come on, Deputy.

‐[sighs]
‐Are you telling me

that the Santa Claus episode
had no effect

on the way that you
handled Mr. Williams here?

Are you telling me that
you were not afraid that
another man in a silly outfit

‐was gonna make
a fool of you?
‐Objection!

‐Overruled.
‐I’m telling you,

he had his hand on my gun.

What crime did Mr. Williams
commit before you arrived
on the scene, Deputy?

I was trying to make
that determination
when he assaulted me.

The fact is, you could not
say then, and you cannot
tell this jury today

that Mr. Williams
had done anything wrong

prior to your arrival
on the scene, isn’t that so?

‐Yes.
‐Did it ever
occur to you that...

that he might have resisted
because he couldn’t hear you
from inside the weenie?

‐No.
‐"No."

And when he did resist,

did you call for backup?

‐There wasn’t time.
‐Really?

From the time you first
encountered resistance,

until you fired your gun,
you didn’t have
any opportunity to

de‐escalate the situation
and call for backup.

I was attempting
to control the suspect.

Well, yes, but you
could’ve backed off.

Couldn’t you? I mean,
it was physically possible.
Wasn’t it?

Possible, but not
very plausible.

Not for you, perhaps.
So instead,

you chose to shoot an unarmed
man who, by your own admission,
had committed no crime.

Assaulting an officer
is a crime, Counselor.

And he was not unarmed,
he was holding a club.

A plastic bratwurst
weighing under a pound?

At the time, I didn’t
know what it was.

I thought it was a weapon
he could use to disarm me.

A plastic weenie?

Deputy Stewart, wasn’t it
really your pride that
was on the line here?

Isn’t that what
it was all about?

‐No.
‐Ambition, pride,
hotheadedness,

that’s the story
of your career, isn’t it?

Now, another officer might have
de‐escalated the situation,

‐but not Maxine Stewart.
Not Super Cop
‐Objection!

‐Objection, Your Honor.
‐Isn’t that true Deputy?
What it’s all about.

‐[Wambaugh] He’s
making a speech.
‐[Judge Bone] Sustained.

Mr. Dell, just
ask the questions.

Very well, Your Honor,
I shall do exactly that.

Deputy Stewart, when you
chose not to call for backup,

was it because you need to prove
you can do it all by yourself?

‐[Max] No.
‐And when
Mr. Williams resisted,

did you choose to fight
because you like showing
how tough you are?

‐No.
‐And when you felt
yourself losing control,

didn’t you go for
your gun because

that’s what you always do
when you’re in trouble?

‐That’s not what happened.
‐Isn’t it true, Deputy,
that you fired,

endangering the public,
almost taking a human life,

and all because you weren’t
gonna let a man in a
plastic sausage suit

get the better of you?

‐Isn’t that true, Deputy?
Isn’t that the way it was?
‐Objection!

‐That’s not the way it was.
‐Objection!

[gavel bangs]

This is absurd, I don’t
even know why I’m here.

‐Kimberley, I’m just
concerned that‐‐
‐[Dr. Joey] Wait.

Let her finish.

‐Kim.
‐[Kim sighs]

Just because you’re my mother,
doesn’t mean you own me.

I need to feel like I have
some freedom to do
what I want to do.

And as long as it’s
not hurting anybody,
what do you care?

‐[Dr. Joey] All right,
well put.
‐[sighs]

Okay, Jill, let’s tell Kimberley
how we’re feeling.

How I’m feeling is angry

that I’m sitting here
talking to you through
a third party, Kimberley.

And beyond that, I’m
feeling sad that you feel
you can’t talk to me anymore.

‐I never said that.
‐[Jill] Well‐‐

Kim, same rules apply,
let your mother speak.

If things are so bad
or so wrong

that you can’t talk to me,
then that makes me
afraid for you, honey.

I see you leaving my office
and I say, "Kimberley’s sick.
Kimberley’s hurting."

And who do you go to
talk to about it? A stranger.

A talk‐show host for God’s sake.

[Kim] It always comes
back to you, doesn’t it, Mom?

‐Are you finished?
‐This is what drives me
crazy about you!

You just keep harping on
why I won’t talk to you.

Well, why won’t you talk to me?

You say you’re upset about it,
and then you send Dad to
weasel things out of me.

What ever happened
to asking? Directly.

I assumed you wouldn’t
talk to me about it,

especially with the incident
with the pre‐med advisor.

Well, how do you know
unless you ask?

If you had asked me, maybe
I would’ve told you, "Mom, look,

I got a tattoo."
Wow. Whoopie. Alert the media.

Instead, you get Dad on my case,
and then make me go to
some stupid therapy session!

‐Hey, let’s stick
to our feelings here.
‐Shut up.

You got a tattoo?

[sighs]

So some friends and me,
we got a little crazy
and we all got tattoos.

And the next day, well,
it just looks so permanent,

that I wanted to find out
how much of a hassle it would be
to get it removed.

I was going to ask you,
but then I remembered
how Dad totally freaked

when I told him Larissa Bennet
got this teensy little
butterfly on her ankle,

‐so I came to Dr. Joey.
‐So, you wanna remove it.

[sighs] Well, now that I’ve
lived with it for a few days,
I kinda like it.

‐Uh‐huh.
‐What do you think?

I hate it.

‐But it’s your wrist.
‐I’m sorry you were worried.

I’m sorry, Kimberley.

‐[chuckles] Oh,
I’m sorry. Hmm.

Okay, this is the part
where you kiss and make up,
and get out of my office.

[both] Shut up.

[sighs]

Okay, watch
what I’m doing here

’cause I want you to be able
to fix this thing next time.

[news reporter talks
indistinctly on TV]

‐Zach.
‐Hmm?

Can you turn it off, please?

[sighs, groans]

Dad...

do you think Max
should’ve shot that guy?

Oh, that’s
complicated. [chuckles]

She thought she was
being attacked.

She did what
she thought was right.

Danny McDaniel says that
all cops are fascists.

What do you think?

I don’t know.

What’s a fascist?

Okay, let’s see
what we got here.

[grunts]

Yes, sir, good and new.

[exhales sharply]

We give police officers a gun,

we train them to know
when to shoot.

But out there, um,

we come across things
we never learn in training.

Much easier to criticize.

It’s not so easy when
you’re the one holding the gun,

and you have a split second
to whether or not
to pull the trigger.

Like you did with Laurie Bey?

Yeah.

Do you think you would
ever do it again, Dad?

[sighs]

No, I don’t think so.

It’s a terrible feeling
taking a human life.

Or close to it.

[dramatic music playing]

You have to make sure
you’re right. I mean,
really right.

Because no matter
what the law says...

you have to live with yourself.

[music continues]

[Douglas] So, Mr. Williams,

you have no idea

why a police officer would
shoot an enraged maniac

‐that was fighting
like a crazy person.
‐Your Honor!

I’ll rephrase the question.

How are you?

‐What?
‐What, it’s
a simple question.

Are you feeling good?

Or are you feeling bad?
You got a little gas maybe?

‐[all chuckle]
‐Are you some
kind of comedian?

Oh, I’ve been known
to tell a joke or two,
but let’s move on.

You told the jury

that you’re an
out‐of‐work actor.

How long have you
been starring in the role
of Benny Bratwurst?

‐Barney Big Brat.
‐Oh, I apologize.

I don’t mean to insult
a member of the sausage family.

‐I have relatives of
Frankfurters, you know.
‐Wambaugh.

‐[all laugh]
‐I’m sorry, Your Honor.

You told the jury that
you’re a peace loving man.

‐Isn’t that right?
‐Yes.

‐Ever hit anyone
before, Mr. Williams?
‐Objection. Irrelevant.

Your Honor, he says he’s
a peace‐loving fellow,
I get to impeach.

Go ahead, but get to it.

How about it, Mr. Williams?

‐Did you ever hit a person,
say, in the last five years?
‐No.

Did you ever get
into an altercation or
break somebody’s jaw?

Maybe you can recall
this man’s name

"Joe Westerhouse."

Yes, but that was
on stage, uh, in a play.

You mean to tell me
it was scripted?

I was playing a part in a play,
I got immersed in the role,

and I went too far, that’s all.

Weren’t you suspended
from Actors’ Equity
for six months?

They refused to understand.

Yes or no, Mr. Williams?

Yes, but it was
a lousy decision.

‐It was an accident,
they knew that.
‐"An accident."

You put a man in the hospital.

$3,000 of dental work alone.

Isn’t that right, Mr. Williams?

Uh... I don’t know.
I apologized to the guy.

That ought to make him
feel a lot better.
When did this all happen?

Four months ago.

Four months ago, ah!

No wonder you’re
in Rome, Wisconsin.

‐Because you couldn’t work
in the legitimate stage.
‐I’m on vacation.

What a way to spend a vacation,
imitating processed meat.

‐[all chuckling]
‐But that’s not so bad.

One day, you’ll meet
a nice little liverwurst.

‐Objection!
‐You think you’re
pretty funny, don’t you?

Wambaugh, I’m warning you.

And, Mr. Williams,

please confine your remarks
to the questions asked.

What? I’m supposed to
let him take cheap shots

at me all day? I can’t
do anything about it?

Well, what would you
like to do, Mr. Williams?
Sock me in the jaw?

‐[Billy] Objec‐‐
‐Hey! I’m the guy
who got shot here!

[Judge Bone] Wambaugh.

Such an outburst.

I withdraw the question.

[sighs]

So when you go back
to your jury room,
ladies and gentlemen,

you must ask yourself
these questions.

Why didn’t
Deputy Stewart
back off?

Why didn’t she call for help?

And after you examine
the evidence, you’ll
know the answer.

It is because Deputy Stewart is
a trigger‐happy macho cop

with a documented history
of bad judgment in the field.

Now is the time to tell
your sheriff’s department

that you don’t want
loose cannons like her
wearing a badge.

Now is the time that
you must tell your city

the fourth amendment
to our constitution

still means something
here in Rome, Wisconsin.

That the police
are not above the law.

That’s the message
that you must send.

My esteemed colleague
has made such a big deal

about who chose
to do what in this case.

But who really has
a choice here, my friends?

It was the plaintiff

who ignored repeated warnings,

and who chose to turn
a simple conversation

into violence.

It was the plaintiff who
gave my client no choice

but to act as she did.

Oh, now we can look at
that videotape all day,

but it would still tell you
nothing about that
one critical question

that you have to
decide for yourselves.

Did he go for her gun
or did he not?

Now, who you trust
to answer that?

Well, consider who kept
their cool in the courtroom,
and who didn’t.

Whose behavior,
throughout the incident
has shown control,

and who has shown
lack of control.

Deputy Stewart responded
to this violent man

exactly as her training
told her to do.

She showed restraint.

He showed none.

When at last she fired,
she did so to protect herself

and all those
that were around her.

Deputy Stewart...

did her job, my friends.

Now you do yours.

[all murmuring[

[sighs]

‐It’s only one
and it’s outside, okay?
‐It’s your lungs.

So is the house of Brock
back in order?

You know, I um...

I didn’t really see you as

being much help
in this situation initially.

I guessed that.

‐What changed your mind?
‐I don’t know.

Maybe the fact that
Kimberley trusted you.

Or that no matter
how much I pressure you,

you didn’t breach
her confidence.

‐I respect you for that.
‐Ooh, that must’ve hurt.

Like swallowing broken glass.

But it’s the truth.

You have more skill
than I give you credit for.

Whoa, hold the presses.
Do I hear an apology here?

‐No. [scoffs]
‐I’m hearing an apology.

‐I merely tried to say‐‐
‐That you are wrong
and I’m right.

No, I hear you. It’s okay, Jill,
I accept your apology.

Has anyone ever told you
that you’re totally obnoxious?

Well, other than you,
hmm, no. I don’t think so.

Right.

[Judge Bone] Madam Foreperson,
has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

[Judge Bone] What say you?

In the matter of
Williams v. Stewart Brock
and the City of Rome,

‐we find for the defendant,
and direct that
‐[all murmuring]

‐the plaintiff take nothing.
‐[Wambaugh laughs]

[gavel banging]

This court will remain in order.

The claims against
the defendant are dismissed.

Members of the jury,
thank you for your time.

‐This court is adjourned.
‐[gavel bangs]

Now, get out.

[dramatic music playing]

[all talking indistinctly]

‐Hmm.
‐A couple of
more faxes, Jimmy.

Greensboro in North Carolina,
Dallas, Texas

Oh, this is just amazing.
Look at this.

‐I guess a lot of people
were booing for us.
‐I guess. Guess so.

‐Jimmy, can I talk
to you for a second?
‐Sure.

‐Alone? Sorry.
‐No problem.

‐I’ll see you
at O’ Cally’s.
‐Yeah.

Hey, sit down.

Faxes from department
all over the country.
You did all right.

I was thinking about
turning in my badge.

Okay.

‐I shouldn’t have
shot that guy, Jimmy.
‐[sighs]

I should’ve found
another way.

The jury at your appearance
didn’t think so.

It’s not what they think,
it’s what I think.

I don’t know if I can
go back out there.

I see.

I never doubted myself
before, Jimmy.

‐Not like this.
‐It could make you
a better cop.

It could make me
totally useless.

We’re given the power
over life and death and we’re
supposed to know how to use it.

Do it right,
nobody says much.
Do it wrong...

you get hell to pay.

It’s not fair, it’s not
gonna change, it’s the job.

[sighs]

The thing is, Maxine, you’re
gonna have to live with this,

whether or not you quit.

Now, you can
use it as a weakness,

or you can use it as
a source of strength,
it’s up to you.

Your strength is measured
on how you confront
your weakness.

I believe this is yours.

[melancholic music playing]

[theme music playing]

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