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[Zack] Okay, boy, ready? Go get it!

Go on.

‐[dog barking] ‐That's it. Come on.

Yeah! Bring it down here, Sheltie. Good boy!

[sighs] Good boy.

‐[whimpering] ‐Okay, Sheltie.

You ready to go deep?

‐Go get it! ‐[barking]

Go on, Sheltie. Chase it down there.

Come on, Sheltie. Bring it back to me.

Good dog.

Whoa, where did you get this, boy?

[whimpering]

[barking]

[whimpering]

[gasps]

Dad!

[Sheltie barking]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

[camera clicking]

[indistinct conversations]

Okay, we got upper torso to the left, lower extremities to the right.

You can leave your textbook in there, you won't need them here.

Keep the earth samples separate, please.

We don't want any contamination. This is not the LA crime lab.

Left fibula, deposition is 10 degrees, tightly flexed.

Excellent.

Okay, could you get the camera, please?

‐[Jimmy] Carter... ‐Just a minute, Jimmy.

‐Who are all these people? ‐Grad students from Madison.

I asked the anthro department to send me over

doctoral candidates with a background in field excavation.

Give them strict instructions in forensic procedure,

‐and voila! ‐So, they're volunteers, right?

Well, I vouch for their expenses.

‐You did? ‐It's the least the county can do, Jimmy.

‐Somebody here order a bulldozer? ‐[Carter] Yo!

Bulldozer?

Elevated scraper, actually.

Thank you. Standard procedure.

We don't know what we're dealing with here, Jimmy.

A historical burial site, random accident, serial killer.

Whatever happened to pickaxes and shovels?

In the middle of winter?

‐All right, so what have we got? ‐Oh, boy.

I won't even hazard a guess.

You said you were close. "Minutes away," you said.

Hey, there are rigid parameters

for the excavation of skeletal remains, Jimmy.

Cataloging, filing, morphologies, depositions.

I won't be rushed into premature speculation. Somebody label this.

That's never stopped you before.

I won't even dignify that with a response.

So, what do I say to the reporters?

This is going over the wire service. What do I tell 'em?

Tell them to kiss my sacroiliac.

‐[reporters clamoring] ‐Sheriff Brock will comment on the bones shortly.

‐Can you tell us how old they were? ‐Please be patient.

‐Thank you. Thank you very much. ‐Were the bones of a man or a woman?

[Kenny] Your husband's buried in Hogan County, Lorraine.

No, no, no, no. I donated his eyes and now he wants them back.

Lorraine, how can he be back if he can't see where he's going?

Oh, good point. Oh, good point, Kenny.

Oh, thank you. Thank you, Kenny.

‐Okay. Okay. ‐[Kenny] Anytime.

[Lorraine sighs]

All this hoopla over a bunch of bones.

You know, I bet it's a hiker that froze to death years ago.

My guess, it's a Viking.

You know, Leif the Lucky, Eric the Red?

You been in the fingerprint ink again, Skeeter?

No, no, see, I study this stuff.

Vikings used floating funeral pyres.

North Atlantic current picks one up, drops him here. Bingo.

It's a theory, you know.

‐Those bones belong to us. ‐I'm not saying they don't, Joe.

The Chippewa have held those lands sacred for generations.

Those remains were placed there long before your people arrived.

The bones are Chippewa.

Actually, they aren't.

Discriminant function analysis suggests

the bones belong to the European population cluster.

The victim was a 6'1" male in his late twenties.

Left‐handed, walked with an external gait due to the bowing

‐of the right tibia. ‐Wait a minute. You said victim?

That's right. This man was murdered, Jimmy.

[both] What?

You can tell this from bones?

Bones and this.

Knife tip. Lodged in the thoracic vertebrae.

And 30 yards away we found this.

So, the guy was stabbed in the Highland Woods.

Wrong. He was killed somewhere else.

I detected traces of clay by the feet.

More like what we find near town.

My guess is, he was stabbed here,

then taken to the woods and buried.

[Kenny] How long has he been there?

[Carter] Can't be sure without radiocarbon dating.

But not long, archaeologically speaking.

I'd say 50 years, give or take five.

Fifty years ago.

How come no one found him before?

Highland Woods was in the middle of nowhere

till they started cutting it down for development.

[Carter] Whoever killed this guy wasn't worried about visitors.

The body was only buried a few feet deep.

Over the years, frost heaves brought it to the surface.

I want a full investigation.

I really should be deputized on this one, Jimmy, really.

[sighs]

[opens drawer]

You won't regret this.

I want a positive ID on those bones.

How do you handle a 50‐year‐old murder anyway?

Oh, the same as any other investigation.

There's no statute of limitations in homicide.

But finding someone who can help...

I'm not optimistic about that.

‐Quite the mystery. ‐Yeah.

You should see Carter.

Short of a UFO landing in his backyard,

this is as exciting as it gets.

[chuckles] Matthew.

Louis White said that the dead guy is Jimmy Hawk.

He's called the National Globe.

Well, Louis White has a very active fantasy life.

In a few days, a panda will give birth

in a zoo somewhere, and this will all be forgotten.

‐[door opens] ‐Hot off the presses!

‐Get out! You made the paper? ‐Look at that.

‐Just the front page. [laughs] ‐Oh, would you look at that.

‐That's a good picture. ‐[Matthew] Hey, Sheltie never looked better.

[chuckling]

So, you think I should get an agent?

‐What? ‐[Jimmy] Huh?

For the TV rights.

[Jill sighs]

[Matthew] Yeah, right!

Hey, this could be my 15 minutes.

For God's sake, Carter. What the hell is going on here?

Here me out, Judge.

Is that a hand on my piano?

Only partially. I'm missing the upper‐middle phalanges.

‐Get it out of here. ‐You're upset, aren't you?

Get it out of here. Get it all out of here now.

Slight problem at the morgue, Judge.

Bunsen burner set off the sprinkler system.

I thought I'd bring a little work home until...

‐That's my poker table. ‐You won't even know that I used it.

Except for the acetic acid stain,

which is so infinitesimal, really.

What stain? Where?

I've been deputized, Henry.

It's my responsibility to ID the victim.

A 50‐year‐old murder case.

I can break it. Justice for this man may ride on my shoulders.

Well... Mmm.

All right. We have the poker game on Saturday.

I don't want any upper‐middle phalanges

‐in the bean dip. ‐Thank you.

‐Fifty years ago, you say? ‐More or less.

Hmm. Seems I recall something about a man disappearing here.

It was during the war. A German fella.

And it was in the Hogan County Herald.

[Douglas] This is completely ridiculous!

‐Doug... ‐Don't believe it, Jimmy. Not a word.

What are you talking about?

‐You mean he hasn't been here yet? ‐Who?

[Carter] Jimmy!

‐Oh, him! ‐I've got it.

The ID of the victim and the murderer.

I was having breakfast till this nut interrupted me.

Will you just shut up?

I can't shut up in the face of insanity.

The dental records check out, Jimmy.

The victim was one Gustav Braun, aged 24.

A Nazi.

Technically, he wasn't a Nazi.

He was a member of the German American Bund.

‐A Nazi! ‐Out.

All right, all right. I'll be good.

I'll be good. Maybe.

Apparently, Braun and his friends were into some pretty ugly things, Jimmy.

Harassing Jews, hate‐mongering.

Ooh, lovely people.

Braun's group was suspected in the beating of an old Polish butcher

named Ezra Levine, but a case couldn't be made.

Levine's son vowed revenge.

He was arrested subsequently for assaulting one of Braun's friends.

Few nights later, Braun didn't come back from work.

That was 53 years ago.

Was there an investigation in this?

Police interviewed Levine.

Sure, blame it on the Jews. What else?

But there was no body, no murder weapon,

and Jacob had an alibi. He was with friends.

So what do you want from him? He's an old man.

But now we have the body, the weapon, the motive, and we have this.

‐Fingerprints. ‐What?

You lifted 50‐year‐old prints off that knife?

Fairytales. It's The X‐Files.

[Carter] Took the knife to the Warsaw Crime Lab.

We used laser technology to lift several prints,

ran it through the AIFS database, which had Levine's print on file

from his earlier arrest.

Perfect match, Jimmy. Prints on that knife belong to Jacob Levine.

‐You're certain of that? ‐Dead certain.

Conjecture. Speculation.

The man's still alive.

Jimmy.

‐[reporter] Mr. Wambaugh! ‐[Douglas] No comment.

All I can say to you is that Jacob Levine is innocent.

They're putting me in jail, Doug.

‐Don't worry. I'll handle it. ‐I didn't do anything.

I'll have you out in a few hours, Jacob.

‐[Jacob] They're putting me in jail. ‐Shame on you.

A 70‐year‐old man with a bad heart,

‐on circumstantial evidence, no less... ‐Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I just spoke with the new DA.

He says we have a solid case.

Oh, really? So, where is this pillar of social justice?

‐I'd like to tell him what I think of this case. ‐He's right over there, Doug.

‐Hey, you, Mr. Big Shot. ‐No, that's it. Thank you.

David.

Hiya, Pop.

[Douglas] It's a mockery. A sham, I tell you.

‐Shut up. ‐[Douglas] He should be disqualified.

Any precedent you wanna cite?

Yes. I was here first. Kick him out.

[David] Dad, I was assigned the case.

You could have refused.

I didn't know you were defending.

Now you do. Drop out.

Why? It's a solid case.

A conflict of interest.

‐Whose interest? ‐Yours. It should be anyway.

‐Wambaugh? ‐[both] Yes.

Just what I need. Stereo Wambaugh.

Douglas, I don't see any conflict of interest here.

The State is free to appoint whoever it wants.

‐Except him. ‐Why?

Because I'm a Jew, or because I'm your son?

If you're so concerned about compromising your client's interest,

maybe you should remove yourself, Doug.

Never. Levine deserves the best.

So, you admit we have a case?

Case shmase.

A publicity campaign, that's what you got.

Prodigal son returns to stick it to his father.

Is that what you think?

‐[Judge] Wambaugh? ‐[both] What?

Both of you, get out.

[Douglas] Didn't know I was defending, right?

Okay. But that's not why I took the case.

‐Why did you? ‐Because it was an opportunity.

Opportunity for what? To betray your people?

Oh, come on!

Pop, I'm not betraying anybody.

It's a murder case, plain and simple.

If that's what you think, then I failed you.

‐Dad... ‐It's a Pandora's box you've opened.

Look, somebody from the DA's office was gonna try this case.

Why not me?

You didn't build your career taking pro bono cases

for little old ladies, as I recall.

I didn't do it by supporting the Nazis either.

Nice to see you, too.

[Jacob] What kinda son did you raise?

Let's stick to the case, shall we?

Doesn't he understand what went on?

How it was?

Well, young people today, they'd rather forget.

You should see what they did to my father.

Then he changed his tune.

They deserve to die.

Not that I killed Braun. Understand?

But whoever did, it was a mitzvah.

Jacob...

Let me have the photo.

My father was never the same after that beating.

Lost hearing in his left ear.

He...

...died two years later.

Those animals who did this,

how come they were never prosecuted?

My father didn't know who jumped him.

He had such a concussion

he couldn't remember anything.

But I knew.

The town knew, but nobody did anything.

Just like Europe.

[sighs]

I had relatives in Krakow.

I knew what was going on.

I knew.

We've been friends for 20 years, Jacob.

How come I never heard you talk about this?

Your parents were gassed in Buchenwald, weren't they?

I've never heard you talk about that either.

You push it down, but it's always there.

The hurt,

the hate...

And it never goes away.

Never.

[Jimmy] Fourteen hundred dollars.

‐[Jill] Oh, yeah! ‐[Matthew] Oh, yes!

Oh, 1,400 big ones.

Gasp, choke, I can't.

Here you go, Zack.

How did your photo go over in school today?

Oh, fantastic!

My popularity ratings are up four points.

Almost where it was last year.

We had this big discussion on Schindler's List in homeroom today.

‐You know? Because of the bones. ‐Yeah.

Doris said the Jews made the whole thing up.

What, the movie?

No, the Holocaust.

She said they did it so people would feel sorry for them.

‐[scoffs] Matthew, that's terrible. ‐You shouldn't believe that.

I know. Miss Beckman didn't like it much either.

She made Doris go out for detention.

But I heard some other kids say the same thing.

Pretty crazy, huh?

Myriam.

I... I know you're very busy, so...

Oh, no, no, no. Please sit. Sit.

No, I'll just be a moment.

What's the hurry? Sit down, Myriam.

Come on, sit down.

So...

[chuckles] So...

He looks good, don't you think? Bit thin maybe, but...

Well, wait a minute. What happened to that woman

he was living with in New York?

‐The magazine editor. ‐Well, they broke up.

I mean, I think that's why he left New York partially.

It's to get over it.

They'd been talking about marriage, you know?

How should I know?

I speak to him twice a year, maybe.

Myriam, did you know he was coming?

Only last week. It happened so quickly,

and he thought he'd surprise you.

Ambush is more like it.

Come on, Douglas.

Out of the blue he gets a call from an old friend of his

and then this case falls into his lap.

What "falls"?

He jumped at it.

Douglas, regardless of what you might think,

David's sole purpose in life is not to spite you.

Could have fooled me. He refuses to join my firm,

he moves to New York.

Becomes a prosecutor.

Douglas, he admires you tremendously.

But let's face it, you've never been an easy act to follow,

and he needed to spread his wings.

For 20 years he needed to fly around.

Even pigeons come home eventually.

I think he came back also to make things right with you.

Oh, sure. By opposing me in court.

Shaming the memory of his grandparents.

Douglas, our son has come back.

Can't you at least be thankful for that?

Yeah. You're right. You're right.

I... I thought we'd have dinner tomorrow night, the three of us.

Family, huh?

Well, I think we're capable of putting aside our differences for one night

to be with our son.

‐You're cooking? ‐Yeah.

I'll come anyway.

[Judge] People versus Levine.

‐Are we ready? ‐[Douglas] Yes, Your Honor.

‐How does your client plead? ‐He doesn't.

I move for immediate dismissal of all charges.

‐What? ‐On what grounds?

On the grounds that the People have nothing more

than a bag of bones and some wartime gossip.

Objection, Your Honor. There's plenty of circumstantial evidence

‐to support the charges. ‐So you say.

All right, all right. Motion denied. What's your plea?

Take a guess. Not guilty.

‐Fine. ‐Question the bail?

‐Yes, Your Honor. ‐What?

This is a murder case, and the accused presents a flight risk.

What risk? This man is gonna run away on two hip replacements?

‐I'm not finished. ‐Oh, yes, you are.

‐Wambaugh. ‐Is he always like this?

No, it gets worse.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[Judge] Continue, Mr. Wambaugh.

Not you. Him.

The defendant can flee the country

using not inconsiderable assets.

He's lived here all his life.

Your Honor, would you please shut him up?

[Douglas] You're trying to deny bail to a 70‐year‐old man

and you expect me to shut up?

‐[bangs gavel] ‐That's it.

You're both fined $100.

‐What? ‐What? For what?

If anybody should be fined, it should be him.

‐Breach of character. ‐That's $200. Care for more?

I'm warning you both.

I don't know what little family drama is being played out here.

Frankly, I don't care.

Leave your differences outside my courtroom,

or you'll be arguing this case from jail.

Fifty thousand cash bail. We're done. Now, get out.

I'm looking for Attorney Wambaugh.

Right there.

‐Mr. Wambaugh? ‐Yes.

I wanted to thank you for taking on this case.

Well, one does what one can.

My father may not have been a saint,

‐but he's entitled to justice like everyone else. ‐What?

My mother went to her grave without ever knowing what would become of my father.

I thought it was gonna be the same for me.

Oh, forgive me. I'm Jonathan Braun. Gustav Braun was my father.

Wrong Wambaugh. You want him.

David Wambaugh. Acting DA.

‐And that was? ‐My father.

He represents the accused.

Oh, I see.

It's confusing.

Isn't it?

‐Thank you. ‐You're welcome.

Mom, enough.

Come on, a couple more won't hurt you.

Oh, hey, they put in a new traffic light on Third Street?

Oh, yeah. When was that, around May or something?

I can't believe I shook his hand.

‐Who? ‐The German.

He's got a name, Dad. Braun. Jonathan Braun.

We agreed that we weren't gonna discuss this, right?

He also has three children that never knew their grandfather.

Well, that's something you have in common with them.

Come on, Douglas. Come on.

It's a bad time to be attacking Jews is all.

[scoffs] I'm not attacking anybody, I'm representing the State.

Your blood comes first.

Mmm, really? I always thought the law came first.

It's bad enough we've always faced eradication

from without, now we face from within.

This from the man who was almost booted out of his own congregation.

I never turned on my people.

You take the side of our enemies by building a case

on the bones of those that have murdered your grandparents.

Our enemies. Dad, the war's over.

Well, I'm sorry about what happened,

but that's not gonna bring my grandparents back.

Gustav Braun may have been a bad man,

but that doesn't mean that somebody has the right to kill him.

‐He deserves justice. ‐He got his justice.

If you had any sense of history at all, you'd know it.

‐I can't believe I'm hearing this. ‐[Myriam] Douglas...

They murdered six million Jews.

Dad, come on, you're a lawyer.

If you defend a hate crime and call it justice,

then you... you're no better than the Nazis.

[grunts]

Excuse me.

‐[crowd chanting] Never again! ‐[Timothy] The ongoing murder trial of Jacob Levine

has galvanized both Jewish activists and neo‐Nazis

as the literal skeleton in Rome's closet

has risen to resurrect ancient hatred in small town America.

Reporting live from the Rome Sheriff Department,

this is Timothy Malone, Midwest Cable News.

[chanting continues] Never again! Never again!

Okay. [sniffling]

I think I'm ready.

Color‐coded the lab reports for easy reference.

Fingerprints, red.

Solvent analysis, green. Radiocarbon dating, blue.

I'm sorry. What?

Color‐coding for the lab reports.

I'm a little nervous.

‐You'll do just fine, Carter. ‐[sighs]

Can't believe what's going on out there.

It's like turning over a rock.

Skinhead Syndrome.

[crowd chanting]

You live a life in a town. You think you know the people.

You'd like to believe it's a good place, a safe place,

and then something like this happens.

Well, they're from all over the State, Jimmy, not just Rome.

I know what you mean.

I wonder if it would have been better if I'd never identified those bones.

‐[crowd yelling] ‐[officer 1] Let's go.

[officer 2] Break it up.

‐[officer 3] All right, that's enough! ‐[officer 4] Hey, knock it off!

All right, back it up!

What is going on?

Right, keep them outside next time. They freeze, that's their tough luck.

Get those reporters out!

Get out of here now, all of you!

[indistinct conversations]

‐Hi. ‐Oh, hi, Mom.

‐Going well? ‐Oh.

I haven't really gotten into the heavy stuff yet.

Oh, well, look, if this is a bad time, I can come back.

Oh, no, no, no, no. We're on a two‐hour recess.

What's on your mind?

Well... [sighs]

David...

I'm worried about your father.

And you, too.

If it's about last night, that's my fault.

I shouldn't have pushed him. I'm sorry.

No, it's more than just last night.

It's the tension between you two.

It's the competition. I can't stand it.

You know, this is a very tough time for your father.

Ever since we separated, he puts on a brave face,

but I know he's feeling hurt.

There's a...

a hole in his heart.

Just as there's in yours, too.

Well, why else did you come home?

There were lots of reasons.

Oh, David.

You and your father are more alike than either of you like to admit.

I know he wasn't the easiest person to grow up with.

[laughs]

But he was the best father he knew how to be.

Why do you keep punishing him for it?

You know why he's acting this way towards you, don't you?

He thinks you don't love him.

Why would he think that, Mom?

I never said that.

You don't have to say it.

It's what he feels.

Wha...

[sighs] What do you want me to do, Mom?

I can't drop the case.

[sighs]

I just wonder

when the two of you will finally forgive each other.

Objection. That's inadmissible.

It goes to motive and intent, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

Sheriff Brock, what does the police report say?

That in June 1943,

Jacob Levine was arrested for attacking

a member of the German American Bund.

And that was just before the time of Mr. Braun's disappearance?

Yes.

[David] Thank you.

Sheriff Brock, was my client ever convicted of that attack?

No, he had an alibi.

‐Well, was he even charged? ‐Apparently not.

Now, Sheriff, did you find any other police reports

from that time concerning vandalism

of Jacob Levine's butcher shop?

Uh, yes, there were two reports on file.

One for vandalism. The other for stealing goods.

Were there any knives listed as missing?

Butcher knives perhaps.

One report listed several butcher knives

and cleavers as stolen, yes.

So, then it's possible that the knife used to kill Gustav Braun

was, in fact, stolen from my client's shop.

‐Yes. ‐Objection. Cause for speculation.

I believe he just answered, Judge.

The defendant's fingerprints were embedded

in traces of animal blood running along either side of the murder weapon's handle.

This explains how the prints could survive 50 years

wrapped in a newspaper underground.

And was there significant about the pattern of the prints you found?

Yes. There was no thumbprint.

Um, suggesting the knife was gripped thumb over knuckle

to make a downward plunging motion.

You can't say when those prints got on that knife, can you, Dr. Pike?

‐Not exactly. ‐Or not at all, you mean.

Now, those prints

could have been made a week or even a month before the murder.

That's true, yes.

So, it's possible that if the knife was stolen from my client's shop,

his prints could have remained on it

even though someone else later committed the murder.

That's a nice theory, but there were no other prints on the the knife.

Are you saying those blood traces

would have preserved every fingerprint put on that knife 50 years ago.

‐They preserve the defendant's. ‐Answer the question, Dr. Pike.

How could you say there was no other prints on that knife

at the time of the murder some 50 years ago.

‐Well... ‐Ah, you can't say that, can you?

Not to a certainty, no.

Ah! Now we're getting somewhere.

Mr. Hoffstetter,

you were a member of the Bund here in Rome, correct?

Yes.

And you knew the deceased, Gustav Braun?

[Hoffstetter] Very well.

‐He was our leader. ‐[Douglas] Ah.

And under his leadership, what kinda things did you do?

Terrible things.

We broke windows of Jewish businesses.

Painted swastikas.

[Douglas] Did you ever beat people?

‐Objection. Irrelevant. ‐Overruled.

Yes.

More than one person?

A few Jewish people.

For example, Ezra Levine, the accused father...

Did your group beat him up?

Yes.

And Gustav Braun, he was at these beatings?

[scoffs] He led them.

‐[scoffs] ‐[people murmuring]

Sounds like he made a lot of enemies.

‐[David] Objection. ‐The point is, any number of people

‐could have wanted Gustav Braun dead. ‐Objection, Your Honor.

‐Wambaugh. ‐[Douglas] Withdrawn.

No more questions.

Mr. Hoffstetter...

I think the jury would be interested in knowing

why you came forward today.

Why an ex‐Bund member

would voluntarily contact the defendant's council?

Gustav Braun was a hateful man.

I'm sorry I ever knew him.

After the war, when I took Christ into my heart,

I dedicated my life to making up for all my misdeeds.

And I'm sure we all admire that.

But Gustav Braun didn't have that same opportunity, did he?

Thanks to his murderer.

We'll never know if he might have experienced

the same kind of transformation you did.

Is there a question somewhere in this speech?

Mr. Hoffstetter, do you know who killed Gustav Braun?

No, I don't.

Those people you said were beaten by Mr. Braun,

‐do you have proof that any of them killed him? ‐No.

If you were beaten by somebody, Mr. Hoffstetter,

do you think it would be right to turn around the next day and murder them?

No, of course not.

You yourself were severely beaten

‐shortly before Mr. Braun's disappearance, weren't you? ‐Yes.

Somebody jumped you and smashed your face beyond recognition

with a baseball bat.

Isn't that right, Mr. Hoffstetter?

Yes.

[David] Did you see your attacker?

Yes.

And was that person ever charged with this vicious crime?

‐No. ‐Why not?

His friends gave him an alibi.

Mr. Hoffstetter...

Is that person in the courtroom today?

Answer the question, please.

‐Yes. ‐Where is he, Mr. Hoffstetter?

‐It's him. ‐[people murmuring]

The defendant.

But I forgive him.

I forgive him.

[sighs]

I have nothing further.

[reporters clamoring]

[man] There he is! The Jewish traitor!

[yelling]

[groans]

[all yelling]

‐Get off of me. ‐David!

Get him away from there.

Give me a hand. Get him out of there.

Get him out of there.

David.

David, come. Come, David.

What kinda Jews are you?

[mob yelling]

I'll give you some peroxide to keep the sutures clean.

‐I'll wanna check them in a few days, okay? ‐Okay.

Your ribs will be tender for a little while. You have a heating pad?

I've got one.

Gentle heat will help that soreness.

Doug, you're white as a sheet. Are you all right?

I'm fine. Fine. David, let's go.

There you go.

‐Thanks, Dr. Brock. ‐Yes, you're welcome.

‐Thank you, Jill. Come, come, David. Come. ‐Mm‐hmm.

[sighs]

I don't recognize this world anymore.

Jews attacking Jews.

Just a few extremists, Dad.

Isn't there enough hate in this world already?

We're supposed to be messengers.

Maybe we forgot the message.

Mmm.

I remember asking you when I was a kid...

What's so important about being a Jew?

Remember what you said?

When the world comes looking for Jews, you'll know.

I said that?

I thought it was a pretty strange thing to say at the time.

Not much to build a life around anyway.

Maybe I understand a little better today.

You ever think about them, Pop?

Your parents?

I don't remember hearing many stories about them.

I try not to think about it.

"Get on with your life," I've always told myself.

‐Hmm. ‐"Get on with it, Wambaugh, get on."

[glass shattering]

Bastards.

God.

[David] Death cancels everything but the truth.

And the truth, ladies and gentlemen, lies before you.

Jacob Levine murdered Gustav Braun in cold blood.

The motive, his father's beating.

The means, a butcher's knife

with Jacob Levine's own fingerprints on it.

And the opportunity.

No alibi from friends dead or alive,

could hold up against the weight of hard evidence presented in this courtroom.

And yet, the defense has insinuated

that even if Jacob Levine did commit this murder,

it was somehow justifiable

because Gustav Braun was a bad man.

He deserved to die. So, why bother who killed him?

It's a clever argument.

Judge the victim, not the attacker.

Clever.

Very tempting in this case.

And wrong.

It is not Gustav Braun who's on trial here today

but Jacob Levine.

That man there grew up without a father

because of what this man did 50 years ago.

And when we allow people to get away with murder, ladies and gentlemen,

regardless of the reason,

life everywhere becomes a little cheaper.

We all have to start looking over our shoulders

to make sure no one's coming for us.

It is not your place to judge the value of a man's life.

But it is your sacred responsibility

to determine who took that life away.

The bones of Gustav Braun cry out for justice.

I pray that you hear that cry.

[people murmuring]

More than bones were buried in this case, my friends.

Ancient prejudices and yes, evils, too, have been on earth.

So, please save room in your prayers

for Ezra Levine, the defendant's late father,

a citizen of Rome, your neighbor,

and all others who fell before the scourge of Nazi hatred.

All right.

Let's examine the prosecution's case.

Motive.

Did the defendant have reason to despise Gustav Braun?

Yes, along with every right‐thinking person in this town.

Braun was a violent menace.

He preyed upon innocent people,

any one of whom could have wished him dead.

Means.

The prosecution's case comes down to a single piece of evidence.

A knife with Jacob Levine's prints on it.

Yet, Sheriff Brock himself has provided room to doubt

who plunged that blade into Braun's neck 50 years ago.

Levine's butcher shop was broken into.

And we have every reason to believe

the murder weapon was taken at that time

with Jacob's prints already on it.

So, why were there no other prints found on the murder weapon?

The fact is, we simply don't know how

that knife came to rest in Highland Woods more than 50 years ago,

or whether there are other prints on it

that have washed away by time.

Now, nobody can put that man on the scene

at the night of Braun's disappearance.

Jacob Levine did not have the opportunity to commit murder.

He was out with friends that night,

and if they were still alive, they'd tell you themselves.

Instead, we can rely on Rome's sheriff's department,

which thoroughly investigated Braun's disappearance

and saw no basis to charge Mr. Levine with anything.

If an alibi was good then,

why should it be bad now?

Because the prosecution tells you so?

Because the witnesses are dead?

Let me repeat

what the DA told you.

A phrase from Byron that I taught him.

"Death cancels everything but the truth."

You know the truth about Gustav Braun,

and you know the truth about Jacob Levine.

I implore you,

serve the truth.

[murmuring]

Relax, Jacob, it could be days.

They wouldn't put me away, would they?

Juror number four, the waitress, she makes me nervous.

I was watching. You did real good.

I think... I think we got away with it.

Madam Foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant please rise?

What say you?

In the matter of the People versus Jacob Levine,

on the charge of murder in the first degree,

we find the defendant not guilty.

[people yelling]

[gavel banging]

[man] Are you serious with that verdict?

The defendant is free to go.

[gavel bangs]

[people yelling]

[reporters clamoring]

‐Murderer. ‐Hey, hey, hey. Leave him alone.

I hope you rot in hell.

You deserve to die.

‐You all deserve to die! ‐You killed my father!

[groans]

[man] Oh, my God. What is the matter?

‐Jacob! ‐Look, is he all right? I didn't mean to...

‐Jacob. ‐Come on, let's get you out of here.

Before somebody sticks a knife in you. Come on!

Traitor! Traitor!

[grunting]

[yelling]

Get him an ambulance. Get him an ambulance.

‐[cameras clicking] ‐[all yelling]

[knocking on door]

I'm sorry.

At least he died with his name intact.

[sighs]

You argued a hell of a case, Dad.

I didn't know until right before the end.

Know what?

I swear I didn't know.

He was guilty.

I'm glad I'm an old man.

I've seen too much craziness.

‐Pop. ‐I don't know what's right anymore.

I don't know anything anymore.

Well, if it's any consolation...

I love you.

I don't know why that's so hard to say.

As we lay Jacob Levine to his final rest

Aleichem Shalom, peace unto him.

may his goodness live on in the lives of those who know him.

And together let us say...

[all] Amen.

[speaking Hebrew]

Gustav Braun is now in the company of the living God,

who is love and light.

In the words of John, we say...

"The hour has come

for the son of man to be glorified. Amen. Amen."

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