Picket Fences (1992–1996): Season 3, Episode 21 - Upbringings - full transcript

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[indistinct chatter]

[motorcycle engine throttling]

‐[cars honking]
‐[people yelling]

‐[tires screeching]
‐[man] Hey! Watch it, kid!

‐[Kenny] Damn Thompson kid!
‐[Max] I thought you warned him.

[Kenny]
He wants you to warn him!

Jimmy, he does it on purpose.

‐What?
‐He does this right outside

‐your office just to bait us...
‐...I won't hurt him much.

He doesn't get
any discipline at home.

‐[motorcycle speeding]
‐[tires screeching]



‐[crashing]
‐[car honking]

[Kenny groans]

[woman] I knew it. I knew it.

‐[man] He almost hit me!
‐[onlookers chattering]

Stand back. Get back, get back.

It was that Thompson kid
on his motorcycle.

‐[Jimmy] Yes, Doug.
‐[male officer] All the way
to the front, please.

‐[man groans]
‐Hey, sir. How do you feel?

Uh, stay right there, sir.
If you're feeling...

[grumbles]

[Douglas] That's Walter Brock.

‐Who's Walter Brock?
‐Maybe only the best

trial attorney in this country.

‐Hey.
‐Dad?



How are you, son?

[Douglas] ...the Exxon
oil spill, Chernobyl...

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

How could you not tell me?

Beat it, Doug. He's not hurt,

and the Thompson family
has no money.

‐There's no one to sue.
‐Well, even if there was

you'd hardly need me.

‐[laughs] Walter Brock!
‐So you keep saying.

Well, he's just fine.
And guess why he came?

Are you dying?

Close. It's my 75th birthday.

And I'm sure
if I'd stayed at home,

I would have gotten your card.

Happy Birthday.

Thank you.

As I woke up this morning,

I thought, "My God, 75!
A man should be
with his family."

So I got in my car
and drove straight here,

only to be run off the road
by that punk on that motorcycle.

It would be an honor for me
to sue him on your behalf.

I'm sorry. You're, uh...?

Douglas Wambaugh.
I'm a great admirer.

The Thompsons have
no liquid assets,

but it would be
a supreme privilege

if you let me take their house.

Uh, no, no, no, thank you.

It's uh... No suing,
it's my birthday.

And we're going to have
a celebration.

Dad has even agreed
to spend the night, Jimmy.

‐Oh, terrific.
‐[Jill] So I thought we'd have

‐a little family party.
‐Can I come?

‐Well...
‐Of course, you can come,
it's a party.

How often does a man have
his 75th birthday.

‐[Jimmy] Max, can you come, too?
‐Oh, well, actually...

No, you'll be there.

‐Love to.
‐[Douglas] May I bring
Henry Bone?

I'm sure he would
like to meet him. Maybe...

Uh, yeah. Bring him, too.
Uh, 7:00 sharp, big party.

Take him to my house.

‐[door closes]
‐Thank you.

[grunts] I suppose
he just, uh...

He went out to order the cake.

How many times did we tell you
about that motorcycle, Scott?

You know, we could cite you
for taking off the muffler.

‐I'm juvie!
‐It doesn't matter!

Juvies can be prosecuted, too.

This is a juvie cell right here.

It comes with a coloring book.
Get in.

‐[sarcastically] Oh, cool.
‐Have we called his parents?

His mother said to keep him.
A night in jail might be

‐just what he needs.
‐I was in my lane.

‐The old geezer just panicked.
‐Yeah, well,

you can use "the old geezer"
defense in court.

You can't keep me here.
Hey, I'm juvie!

Hey! [exhales]

So, what are you up to?

I come to visit,
so that makes me

‐up to something?
‐Yes. With you, yes.

You don't just wake up
and decide to drive to Rome.

[Jill]
Kim, can you get the napkins?

‐Are you dying?
‐Jimmy!

‐Hello, sweetheart.
‐I'm 18. You can talk
in front of me.

If you hate each other,
it's not going to
cripple my childhood.

[chuckles] She's got an edge.

Well, you'd know that
if you'd come by

more than once every five years.

I only come when I'm invited.

‐[Kimberly groans]
‐Honey, let's set
the table for dinner.

They're not going to
make it to dinner.

Why are we here so early?

They said 7:00.

Walter Brock.
Can you believe it, Henry?

‐No.
‐Aren't you excited to meet him?

‐No.
‐He's written two hornbooks.

I don't care much
for plaintiff attorneys.

‐[Douglas] Hmm.
‐[Henry] They make their living

exploiting other
people's tragedies.

Then they prance around
with puffed up chests,

under the delusion that
everything they do
is philanthropic.

I haven't met one yet
who doesn't make me
want to puke.

‐Except for me.
‐Except for you.

‐[laughing]
‐Well, I guess there's no point

in making a first impression.

Conclusions have already
been drawn.

Well, I, uh... I was just
speaking in generalities.

And a fair, open‐minded
generalization it was.

‐Walter Brock.
‐Uh, Henry Bone.
It's a pleasure.

‐[Walter] Yes.
‐I brought you a gift.
Very expensive.

Oh, well, thank you...
very much.

I'll open it after cake.

‐Hi, Grandpa.
‐Hi, Grandpa.

Ah, there they are!

Looking sharp all dressed up.

Look at these Brock boys.
Don't they look sharp, huh?

They couldn't be any sharper
if their heads were pointed.

‐Look, if you don't
like the gift...
‐[doorbell rings]

...I can exchange it,
but no refund.

[Walter] No, no, no.
I'm sure it will be just fine.

‐Hey!
‐Hey. Sorry we're late.

‐Hi. No, no, no.
‐What did we miss?

Nothing.
Everything is still civil.

Yeah, well, we caught the kid.
He's in lockup.

Well, I don't want to
press charges.

[Jill] Well, let's have dinner,
shall we?

Let's all go into dinner, hmm?

‐[Douglas] Good, bless you.

Show Grandpa his chair.

‐[Zack] Come on, Grandpa.
‐[overlapping chatter]

‐[Douglas] After you, Judge.
‐[Henry] Oh, no, no, after you.

[Douglas] Oh, you're still
after me, huh?

This is gonna be tough.

We don't need you to antagonize.

‐Me?
‐Yes, you, little Miss "Edge."

Edge we don't need
at this dinner.

You and I have to be
the peacemakers.

‐What's with Daddy anyway?
‐[sighs] I don't know.

I don't know. He never told me.

How could you not know?
You're his wife.

Well, I'm a lousy wife
on this one.

You know how hard it is
for him to spit it out

when he wants to talk
about something.

When he's reluctant...
You know what I mean?

So, you and I have to be
the mediators, we'll smile,

we'll be charming,

‐we'll be subtle.
‐Hi, everybody.

Ah, Jill, I thought
to kick things off,

I'd say grace to commemorate
this excellent reunion.

Oh, that's very nice, Doug.

My father's been known
to fart at family dinners.

‐[clears throat]
‐Well, I'll just keep
one eye open

and one nostril closed.
How's that?

‐That's funny?
‐[Jill] Let's just pray.

That's a good idea.
That was not edgy!

[Douglas] Dear God in Heaven,

we thank you for this
rich, rich blessing.

There's nothing more beautiful

than the coming together
of father and son.

Of course,
there's nothing more fragile
than this kind of relationship.

Take Maxine, for example,

sitting there so pretty.

She's estranged from her father.

Kimberly and Jimmy...
She almost moved out

when he found her in bed
with Billy O'Connell

‐during "Jingle Bells."
‐[scoffs]

When she French‐kissed
Lisa Fenn...

‐Not to mention Kenny‐‐
‐Hey!

I'm laying down some groundwork.

When I feel tension in a room,
I shatter it.

And I feel tension here.

‐[gulps] You see that?
‐[all laughing]

[Douglas] He shot me
with a pea.

This is a whole new
subject matter.

[all laughing]

Ah‐ha, it's stuck!

A stuck pea is an omen.

All right, all right.
That's enough of this nonsense.

Yes. Let's just cut to it,
shall we?

I mean, you're all
wondering why I came,

assuming that the motivation
couldn't possibly be

fatherly love.

But you're right,
there is something else.

‐Ah, he is dying.
‐Mr. Wambaugh.

I will ask you to leave.

‐[imitates zipper]
‐[Walter] I'm assuming
with the exception of Jill, I...

I'm not sure anybody here
knows that you did

two‐and‐a‐half years
of law school.

‐[Kimberly] I knew.
‐[Douglas] I didn't.

Dropped out with
one semester left.

Now, that part's still
a mystery to me.

Anyway, the reason
I'm here, Jimmy,

is that I'm 75

I'm, uh, not dying,
but I am getting older.

I'm going to give up
my practice...

and patch things up
with my family.

And under the concept of killing
two birds with one stone,

I'd like to give you
my law practice.

Excuse me?

But you'd have to put in
that one semester

and, uh, get your law degree,
of course, but after that...

you're name would be
at the top of the letterhead.

Twenty‐two partners.

Sixty‐seven associates.

And they'd all report to you.

The whole firm... is his?

Everything. From father...
to son.

Go to hell.

[grunts]

Jimmy, we can't stay
out here forever.
We have a house full of people.

‐Then send them home.
‐[scoffs]

I thought my relationship
with my father was bad.

‐This is‐‐
‐I don't want to
talk about it, Jill. Okay?

Well, clearly, Jimmy. 17 years,
you never talk about it.

What could possibly have‐‐

He showed you.
You saw what he did.

His intent seemed to be
to give his son something.

His intent was to tell me
my life has been a waste, Jill.

I didn't exactly
hear it like that.

[sighs] The point was made
without it sounding like that.

That's why juries love him,
that's why he wins, Jill.

The sniper without
seeming the assassin,

vintage Walter Brock.

[Walter] Does he often run
to his room?

He doesn't like confrontation.

‐May I say something?
‐[Walter] Mm.

I wish you would. I've heard
what a profound man you are.

Yeah, yeah.
Even if he accepted your offer,

a person just can't step out
of law school and run a firm.

[Walter] The partners
and associates do all the work.

Senior partners rarely carry
much of a load,

at least not the smart ones.

Yes, but the senior partners
earned the position.

What would the other lawyers
think of him?

Being handed the reins
without any experience.

[Kimberly] Maybe that's what
you want, Grandpa,

to surround Daddy
with all these people
who think he's not good enough.

You really do have
a wicked edge, Kimberly.

It's not attractive.
I see a lot of Lydia in you.

You know, I always thought
that she was a dreadful being.

But thankfully,
experience taught me

that there's nothing
so deceiving in life

as a quick judgment.

Eventually, I came to see,
what I'm sure was only a glimpse

of her real dimension.

She's an intricate person,
a beautiful woman

who covers up a lot of
vulnerability with hard armor.

[sighs] Maybe you have
a little bit of that in you.

Truth is, we don't really
know each other, you and I.

And I suspect that's my loss.

One thing for sure,
I won't judge you

based on what little I know,

and I expect the same courtesy.

That I'm 18
and I don't know you,

that I have no basis
to judge you on...

Maybe I could judge you on that.

I agree. I absolutely agree.

For a grandfather not to know
his granddaughter is a tragedy.

But it was your dad
that kept us apart.

Ah‐ha, Jimmy!
Everything is delicious.

You come into my home and you...

You humiliate me
in front of my children.

[indistinct]

And you're charming about it.

Zack, do you find
your grandpa charming? Nice guy?

‐Jimmy, all right.
‐[Max] Matthew, Zack,

let's go up
to your room for a minute. Okay?

‐I want to stay.
‐Me, too.

Oh, no, that's a great idea.
You go on up.

‐[both groan]
‐We'll call you
when it's time for cake.

‐Grandpa and Daddy need to talk.
‐Uh, Doug and I are leaving.

‐What?
‐Ah, shut up. Come on,

I'll buy you a beer
at O'Kelly's.

We can share separate booths.
Let's go.

I'm not one to eat and run.

Well, yeah, it's a shocker.
Come on, let's go.

‐Honey, let's go.
‐But, I'd like to hear this.

Yeah, well, so would I. Come on,
they need to talk. Kitchen.

[Douglas] I'm going,
but I never get to
have dessert here.

I made you an offer.

All you had to do is decline.

‐Right.
‐"Right?"

You glare at me
with fire in your eyes
and you say "right"?

You're stomping around
on one foot like a bull
ready to charge

and say "right"
and flee the room?

I want you to
get out of my house.

‐No!
‐I asked you to get out!

I said "no."

I may not have been perfect,

but by God,
I don't deserve this.

[sighs] Did I beat you?

Did I‐‐did I abuse you?

Was I ever, ever
not there for you?

[scoffs]
At least you owe me
an explanation.

I owe you nothing. You got that?

‐Uh...
‐Will you ever get it?

I owe you nothing.

[exhales]

Sometimes, when parents try
to love too much,

it can...
Well, it can cause pain.

And that's what's going on
down there, too much love?

I think, maybe.

You know, my own father,

all he wanted to do
was protect me,

and that was very nice.

But it didn't give me
any confidence.

I grew up thinking
that I couldn't do anything.

I even had to see
a psychiatrist,

I got so screwed up over it.

And this is the psychiatrist
you slept with

and then arrested?

That would be the one, yes.
But my point is,

my father wanted
everything for me,

but he didn't really believe
that I could be anything.

So I rebelled.

He wanted me married
to a rich college professor

wearing evening gowns
and going to the symphony.

[chortles] Instead,

I became a cop.

To get out of going
to a concert?

To defy my father.

The real truth is,
every decision
I ever made as an adult,

unconsciously, I was going
against my father.

Do you know
what she's talking about?

Shh. I stopped listening.

I'm trying to hear
what's going on down there.

What is going on is that
you're trying to remake me,

just like you've always tried
to remake me.

That's outright false.

I've always had
great pride in you‐‐

Pride goes to potential, Dad!

Always potential!
And in the end,

I didn't live up
to your potential

and that's what
this is all about.

‐According to who?
‐You.

Oh, I don't think so.
Did I tell you that? No.

Did I make any kind of
a pronouncement

the day you walked out
of law school.

I said, "That's what you
want to do, son, then, do it.

‐Do what you think is best."
‐No. No, you said,
"That's not my son.

Do what you want to do
but that's not my son."

‐No, I never said that.
‐You said that!

How could I forget that.
"That's not my son."

But even if I...
I was trying to persuade you

to think things over.

‐I certainly didn't mean...
‐Well, I thought it over

and I want you
to leave this house.

Well, I want to know
why, damn it!

It can't be because of
some unintended remark.

I asked you to leave this house.

You're asking me
to get out of your life.

If I go, Jim, you'll only have
yourself to run away from.

Perhaps you're good
at that, hmm?

Yes, perhaps you're
best at that.

[door shuts]

‐So, he stayed in a hotel?
‐Well, I don't really know
where he stayed, honey.

Probably a hotel or a motel.

Okay, you're late for practice,
drink your juice.

Do you think this family has
too much drama?

I don't know. Why do you ask?

Well, last year,
Kim got kidnapped,

Matthew got shot.

This year, you got
thrown in jail over busing,

you barely dodged a murder rap
when you offed your patient.

And last week,
my hand started to bleed.

It may be a sign
from Jesus Christ,
Lord Almighty.

Well, you know, these things
sometimes happen.

And any time
a relative comes over,
doors start getting slammed.

Is this a normal family?

Well, I like to think we're more
close‐knit than most families.

Okay, off you go to practice.

[sighs] Try not to hit
too many swans along the way.

I don't appreciate that.

Sorry.

‐Hi, Dad.
‐Hi, son.

‐Bye.
‐Bye.

You know, we do have more drama
than we need in this family.

And not that
I'm not mostly to blame,

but I don't understand
why you and your father‐‐

Why don't just leave it at that,
Jill. All right?

You don't understand.

But why did you quit law school?

Is it because
you didn't want to be a lawyer?

‐Or does it have something to‐‐
‐I'm sorry. I'm gonna be late.

‐Why are you going in today?
‐[sighs]

Sheriffs have to work
on Saturday sometime.

It's an important job, you know,
being a sheriff.

It's not a complete
waste of time or life.

No, of course it isn't.

Have a good day.

‐When do I get out?
‐According to your mother,

the best thing for you might be
to spend the whole weekend here,

‐let some sense sink in.
‐[groans]

‐You can't do this.
‐Scotty, this is America,

we're the police,
we can do anything we want.

Nullity is in,
civil liberties are out.

You don't think
this is a little harsh?

He almost killed a guy
with his motorcycle.

He's lucky not to be prosecuted.

‐Kenny, is there
something wrong?
‐No.

Good.

‐Tell me.
‐Tell you what?

Tell me.

[exhales]

Every adult decision you've made

probably goes
against your father

including maybe,
deciding to be with me.

‐What?
‐Are you dating me
to batter him?

[scoffs] This is crazy.

No chance of me hauling you off
to the symphony, is there?

Kenny, I love you.

Yeah, and won't it be fun
to bring me home to Dad.

[exhales]

I had a feeling...

[Jimmy clears throat]

High school, junior year...

I set the state
high‐jump record.

After the meet,
everybody went home,

you took me down to the track,
you said I could jump higher.

I tried three times...
the last time I did jump higher.

That's our story, Dad.

I get to be your son
as long as I jump high enough.

I wanted you to strive
to be the best.

What parent doesn't?

My love for you has
never been conditional
on your... achievements.

‐Not much.
‐If that's true,

then how do you explain my...
loving you right now?

As pathetic as you seem.

Oh, did that hurt, Jimmy?

Well, it was meant to,

the way you've insisted
on hurting me.

How do you think a father feels
when his only son abandons him?

Well, then why don't you
sue me, Dad?

I'm sure you got a great case.

Emotional pain and suffering.

Ladies and gentlemen,

how could a son repay
a father so poorly?

How could he treat him
with such... cruelty?

I'll tell you how.

The son enters law school,

he's near the top of his class.

He enters the National
Moot Court Competition

and starts to win.

Case after case, the son wins.

And... he is good.

And they start saying
he could be...

Could be another Walter Brock.

And that makes the father proud.

So, so very proud

that his son could be him.

James Brock was becoming
everything his father
wanted him to be.

And that was the dream,
wasn't it?

To be the harvest
of his father's...

[exhales] No.

The son decided "no."

He couldn't commit
that kind of spiritual suicide.

So he walked away with his life.

With... his life.

Oh. A very, very moving story,
ladies and gentlemen.

The counsel has left out
one key part of the story.

You see...

the son... loved the law.

He was excited about
the opportunities presented
by the legal profession.

He dreamed of being a lawyer.

He dreamed it.

And if the son should
walk away from his father,

that's fine.

But why, ladies and gentlemen,

did he walk away from the law?

His dream.

He didn't walk away
with his life.

I submit he fled his life.

My life is here.
This is the life I chose.

Then you should
stand here secure

as the fully self‐defined
human being you are!

But is that what we see here,
ladies and gentlemen?

A man who is secure
in his life choices,

did he come here today
to sit in solace,

to reflect on how well
all his dreams came true?

‐Shut up.
‐I submit...
the son is a liar.

‐Shut up!
‐You didn't think
you could live up to me,

that's why you left.

My footsteps were too big,
that's why you ran.

That makes you...

a coward.

[scoffs]

I didn't say it then,

but I'll say it now, by God.

I ran because I was afraid

I could be you, would be you!

And I couldn't bear the thought.

The idea was hateful.

'Hateful"?

‐[people cheering]
‐[kids chattering

No batter, no batter.
Sister's a dyke!

No batter! No batter.

‐[umpire] Strike!
‐What did you say?

I'm just practicing.
We're supposed to say stuff.

You're not supposed to say
my sister's a dyke.

It's just practice.

I'm supposed to
distract the hitter.
I don't mean nothing.

Come on, Zack, step in there.
Let's go. Let's go.

No batter, no batter.
Your mother's a murderer!

No batter!

‐Strike!
‐My mother's not a murderer!

Come on, Zack. Stop taking
this stuff so personally.

[umpire] Come on, let's go.
Let's go, Zack.

[boy] No batter, no batter!

He can't hit.
Jesus hurt his little hands.

His mother would be in jail
if we had a decent sheriff.

Strike three!
You're out of there.

[chuckles] You should have
swung at that one.

‐Right.
‐[groans]

Hey.

[people gasping and chattering]

[woman] Did you see that?

[umpire] Don't move him.

‐[Zack] Heat of passion.
‐[Kenny] Mm‐hmm.

‐Let's go.
‐It was temporary insanity, too.

Automatic pilot.

Think about it in jail, Zack.

‐Call Wambaugh.
‐I've called your father.

‐Hey!
‐What are you in for?

[sighs] Motorcycle.

‐Oh, yeah.
‐You?

Baseball bat.

[chuckles]
Baseball bat. Ah.

‐He just hit him?
‐Right in the head.

‐Where is he?
‐I put him in a cell.

‐In jail?
‐That's where he belongs.

If that kid didn't have
a mask on,

he'd probably have
a fractured skull.

Kids! [sighs]

Kenny, I did not
fall in love with you

just to get back at my father.

Maybe not. But maybe
you're attracted to

a certain kind of man
because of your father.

A type opposite him
or something.

Well, so what?

We all grow up to form
our likes and our tastes.

Who knows how we get them?

In the end, you are my type.

Does it matter why?

It's a trick question.

Only a college professor type
would know the answer.

[Kenny sighs]

I just got mad.

First he called Kim a dyke,

Mom a murderer...
I just got mad.

[Jimmy] Hmm.

And that's how you
show your anger?

With violence?

I'm sorry.

You know, when kids
say stuff like that,

the cruel stuff,
that's their weakness.

That's them being stupid.

Now, if you remember that,
you probably won't get as mad.

You think, maybe...

you were mad
at mom and me a little

when you swung that bat?

‐No.
‐Well, you could've been,
you know,

we've been making things
kind of hard at home,

and I'm sorry about that.

Mom and I, we make
so many mistakes, you know.

[chuckles] And heck,
I'm only 51,

I've got time to make
so many more.

I guess the thing
for all of us to do...

is to try to not make
the same one twice.

Especially the ones
we can control.

Now, hitting somebody
with a bat,

I bet if you tried,

you could control that,
couldn't you?

Huh?

‐Yes.
‐Yeah.

Did‐‐did you and Grandpa
make a mistake?

Maybe.

One you can control?

I don't know.

‐I also took the third strike.
‐Ooh.

‐Down the middle.
‐Ah.

Well... you'll hit it tomorrow.

You won't hit
that catcher, will you?

‐[Zack] No.
‐[Jimmy laughs]

[Jimmy] Next one
down the middle,

means you gotta hit a homerun.

That's what I always did.

‐Third strike.
‐[Zack] Really?

‐[Jimmy] Are you okay?
‐[Zack] Yeah.

‐Thank you, Daddy.
‐[Jimmy] All right.

I talked to the kid's parents
and they're not going to

press charges against Zack.
All right?

But, Jimmy, look, maybe
your kid should give up sports.

‐Thanks.
‐No, I'm serious.

I mean, if they can't stick
to hitting inanimate objects‐‐

Don't tell me how to parent.

‐Fine. You got that down, right?
‐Hey!

I'm a good father!

How dare you
walk into my office...

‐I'm a good father!
‐I know you are, Jimmy.

And I'm a good sheriff.
It's not easy being a sheriff.

You think you're better than me
because you're a lawyer?

‐Is that what you think?
‐No, that's not what‐‐

I'm proud to be a sheriff.
I'm proud of it.

And Zack is a good
baseball player.

He's a good ball player!

That catcher should never have
called his sister a dyke.

That was wrong.

[all gasp and chatter]

Wha... Did I miss something?

‐[exhales]
‐Jimmy, you're falling apart.

Thank you.

[exasperated sigh]

You know, Kenny thinks
I fell in love with him

'cause he represents
the opposite

of my father's ideal.

I'm scared maybe he's right.

[sighs] What the hell
are you talking about?

How could it happen
that our fathers stay
inside us like this?

Is it that...
that they won't let us go,
or that we won't let them go.

What about the Thompson kid?
I don't want him in her
another night.

Okay, I'll call his mother.

One thing I don't
understand, Jimmy...

is how could you deny him?

I understand how you don't see
eye‐to‐eye with your father,

how you don't want to
talk about him.

But he's Walter Brock.

And even your own wife

could've used his
legal expertise last month.

And you never even
mention his existence.
How could it get that deep?

[sighs] Just do
your job, Deputy.
Just do your job!

Somebody's got to do your job.
Take the day off.

‐What'd you say?
‐You're incapacitated.

‐Max and I will be
temporary sheriffs.
‐Get out of here!

I'll take it to the Mayor.
You want that?

You want this public, Jimmy?

This town needs a sheriff.

Right now it ain't you.

Take the day off, fix your head.

As acting sheriff,
that's my first order.

[Walter] It really wasn't
my intent to disrupt your life.

I just figured that between
your manslaughter crime

and Zack's stigmata, I can
quietly slip in unnoticed...

[Jill mock laughs]

Well, it's just
an old lawyer's trick,

you know, to, uh,
when things aren't going well,

to make small jokes
and smile and...

[sighs] ...so that the jury
doesn't get wind of, uh...

‐Your despair?
‐[Walter sighs]

Oh, and, Kimberly,
I'd like to apologize to you

for not getting to
know you better.

To all of you.

I mean... [sighs]
...my differences
with your father aside‐‐

Why did you come to Rome?

[exhales] Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Time to go, Scott.

[Scott sighs]

‐I'm sorry.
‐You okay?

Yeah. Aye!

I told you about
riding that thing.

‐You go get in the car.
‐[Scott] Yeah.

I try to discipline him,
I‐‐I do.

It's just, his dad left
three years ago and...

since then, well,

you know...

Thanks for keeping him.

‐Hope it does some good.
‐Me, too.

‐Bye.
‐Bye.

[exhales]

Am I the only one
with a decent father?

‐I mean, my father
is a good guy.
‐I bet he is.

He'd approve of you.

Thanks. And mine...

well, he probably wouldn't
approve of you.

‐[both laugh]
‐But I do.

‐Look, I didn't mean
what I said before.
‐[exhales] Yeah, you did.

You weren't quitting the law,
you were quitting me.

And I still don't
understand why.

You let me idolize you.

You never led me to believe
you were just another lawyer,

a hired gun to win cases.

You always presented yourself
to me as a man of greatness,

but you're just another man.

Oh, I get to be the father
as long as I jump higher, huh?

[scoffs]

I saw you for what you were,
and I suddenly became nothing.

‐You became nothing?
‐[Jimmy] Don't you see?

I wanted to be you.

That was my dream.
It was my whole sense of...

To be you.
And you pushed me to be you.

That way turned out to be, um...

How could I help but run?

[scoffs]
Uh, well, maybe I, uh...

didn't turn out to be
the image of, uh, of your hero,

but I'm still your father,

and I gave you everything.
Everything.

Everything but love.

What?

The day I quit law school,

when you said,
"It's not my son,"

you couldn't have
loved me then, Dad.

No father would say...

That was the final truth.

I wasn't going to hang around
to face any more.

I saw you in the cell
with Zack today.

Heard you telling him about
all those mistakes
that you made.

I thought, "How brave...

for a father to admit...
to his child that
he was fallible."

I also wish I had done that.

Did‐‐did I ever hold you

the way that
you held Zack today?

Not that I remember, no.

I think it was...
a firm handshake,

pat on the knee. [chuckles]

Yeah.

Well, I was wrong to come here
and offer you a better life.

Wrong because of my arrogance.

I was wrong because of
my selfish need to feel

that I was giving you something,
and most of all, I was wrong...

because you have
the better life.

Your wife and your children...
It isn't even close.

And‐‐and I hear you're a...

You're‐‐you're a great sheriff.

See, where you were wrong
and where you've
always been wrong

is thinking that...

I don't love you.

I clearly didn't succeed
in showing it, but...

uh, maybe the damage
is the same anyway, but...

People have been asking me

why I came back here
to give you my law firm.

I really came back here
to tell you I love you.

And giving you the law firm

was the only way
I could think of...

to do it.

Now let me now try
one other way.

I love you, son.

[sighs] I love you too, Dad.

[Jimmy laughs]

What do we do now?

Well... I don't know, uh...

In the movies, they always hug.

[both laughing]

‐They made up?
‐[Jill] That's what Daddy said.

Oh, and he also said that
they made plans for Grandpa

to come back on the 4th of July.

‐Wow.
‐Yeah.

Good. So, if Dad
stops acting crackers,

maybe Zack will stop
going after kids with bats.

‐[Jill] Mmm.
‐Eat me!

Zachary Brock.

Where is Dad, anyway?

Well, he said he had to

go back to the office
and get some stuff.

So, you and Daddy both
get along with your fathers now.

This is very good.

‐Yes, it is.
‐It's excellent.

[Jill] Mm‐hmm.

Maybe your hands
won't bleed anymore.

‐Oh, guys.
‐Douchebag!

Zachary Brock!

Oh, look, here.

‐[motorcycles throttling]
‐[car honking]

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