Picket Fences (1992–1996): Season 3, Episode 15 - When in Rome - full transcript

[wind chimes chiming]

[Matthew] Yes, all right!

Goal!

[dog barking in the distance]

[Zack] Go, go, go!

‐[Matthew] Yes, all right!
‐[Zack] Go, go!

Shoot it if you’re gonna shoot.

I’ll shoot it
when I’m ready, rut‐wad!

Two minutes left.
You’re losing.

Take the stupid shot.

‐Score!
‐No, it hit the post.



I tied the game!

‐No way!
‐That’s a goal.

‐Cheater!
‐Short side, cheater!

Hit the post. Hit the post.

Oh, fine. Again, douche bag!

‐[Jimmy] Zachary!
‐[Jill] I’ll wash your mouth out
with soap, Zachary Brock.

It’s worth it, penis!
And you cheated.

‐One more word out of you‐‐
‐I’m gonna take that game
away from you!

‐Get in!
‐No fair!

Shoot! Get it in.

‐[Jill] Hello
‐Hi.

Uh, I’m sorry
to bother you. Um...

I know it’s late but, um, uh...

I’m a new neighbor.



I’m‐‐ My name is Adam Wood.

Oh, hello. I’m Jill Brock.

This is my husband, Jimmy.

‐Oh
‐Hello!

‐How do?
‐Nice to meet you.

Uh, anyway, um, again,

I’m sorry
for the late intrusion,

but I’ve been working
my way down the block.

You see, uh, by law,
I’m required to, uh‐‐

I‐I must notify
all the neighbors

that I now live
in this neighborhood.

What? What law is that?

The one about child molesters.

This is very embarrassing,

but I’m a convicted
child molester.

But I’ve been through rehab,

and I’m better now.

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

How could you not know they sent
a child molester to Rome?

‐You’re the Sheriff.
‐They didn’t send him.

How many times do I have to
tell you that? He chose Rome.

And he doesn’t have to notify
the Sheriff’s Department?

‐He has to tell the neighbors.
‐He probably did notify
the Sheriff’s Department.

Just, as Sheriff,
I’m the last to know.

Are these clean?

That’s the clean basket, honey.

Well, they’re probably clean.

He lives at 213 Kenny,
the apartment complex.

‐Who?
‐The pervert,

He has newspapers up
for window shades.

Kevin Quinn just told me.

He said the guy committed
crimes with a snorkel.

‐Are these clean?
‐That’s the clean basket.

I don’t mean to be
a redneck on this thing.

I wore that hat with
Frank the Potato Man,

but the man lives
a block away from us.

Well, he has
that right as well as
other civil liberties.

He spent
16 years behind bars.

He has paid his debt to society,

‐We can’t continue to‐‐
‐That’s clean, Zack.

I’m sorry.
That’s the clean basket.

Are you upset
because of that man?

What did he do?

[sighs]

It’s not just what he did.
It’s who he did it to.

Let’s not start a panic,
all right?

We already got a panic, Jimmy.

The news is whipping
around town.

You better do something.

What? He hasn’t broken the law.

He hasn’t had time yet.

The phone’s been
ringing off the hook.

The parents are going crazy.

Make him leave, Jimmy,

for his own safety.

We basically killed

Frank the Potato Man,
and he was innocent.

And look what happened
with Mr. Squiggly.

This town is not friendly
to sex offenders,

and we won’t be pleasant to him.

‐And if he’s been rehabilitated?
‐[Carter] What if he isn’t?

I don’t mean to jump
on the hysteria bandwagon,

but we’re not dealing
with a simple crime here.

This is a sickness.

Child molesters usually struggle

with impulses
they can’t control.

The fact that
he may be remorseful

or even a nice guy does not
mean he’s rehabilitated.

They’re 30 times more likely to
repeat the crime than murderers.

‐I appreciate‐‐
‐[clamoring]

[Jimmy] Quiet. Quiet.

Quiet!

You’re the Sheriff?

Yes.

I’m supposed to...

give you these forms.

Uh, please, my office.

Well, well, well, this is good.

Found a place to live?

Yes.

Mm‐hmm, Kenneck.
Right near me.

Well‐‐ [clears throat]

You got a job?

Mm‐mmm. Not yet.

Well, unemployment’s
pretty tough around here.

Are you sure that Madison

might not be a better place
for you to, you know, start out?

[deep sigh]

Uh, Mr. Wood, I’m gonna be
real straight with you here.

Your being in Rome...

it’s already made
people nervous.

Now, I’m the Sheriff.
I will protect your rights.

Anything happen,
harassment, threats...

you come to me.

But I also must tell you...

you even think of doing
any of the things

I see listed
on your probation report,

even look at a child funny...

I won’t be a friendly sheriff.

Are we clear?

I think so.

I looked into his eyes.

You know what I saw?

‐Nothing.
‐What did you expect?

I don’t know. Um, evil, I guess.

You know, it’d be
so much easier. Then I’d know.

Yeah.

‐But he’s‐‐ he’s so, uh...
‐Normal.

Yeah, that’s the scary part,
isn’t it?

He’s one of us.

‐But Carter says
it’s a sickness.
‐It is.

He can’t get better
with treatment?

He supposedly had treatment.

Well, the problem is
there’s no real research.

The subject is so distasteful,
the government won’t fund money.

You think I should run him
out of town, don’t you?

He’s a human being.

He’s served his time.

He has every right
to rejoin society.

He has every right
to be in this community.

Yup.

‐Excuse me.
‐[gasps]

‐[shrieks]
‐I’m sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

What do you want?

I came to see
Douglas Wambaugh, the lawyer.

Why? What have you done?

Uh, no,
I‐I have a legal problem.

Oh.

Oh!

Well, he’s not here
at the moment.

Um, he left early to have dinner
with the District Attorney.

Oh, OK. All right, I’ll‐‐
um, I’ll‐‐ I’ll come back.

I’m sorry I frightened you.

Oh, it was just because...

Because I’m the child molester.

Yeah, funny.

I’m sorry.

Um, I’m‐‐ I’m not dangerous

I used to be, I have had
treatment, and I’m fine now.

Oh!

Well, that’s great.

I mean, you look fine.

And you’re afraid to be
alone with me, right?

Me? Oh, um...

yeah.

Mm‐hmm.

I’m sorry.

Um, I think Mr. Wambaugh
is at O’Kelley’s pub.

You could find him there.
I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.

And that way,

I wouldn’t have
to come back here tomorrow.

Oh, I wasn’t thinking that.

All right.
Thank you for your time.

[clears throat]

‐[sighs]
‐[Douglas] A few years ago,

I started a screenplay
about this.

I called it
Child Molester the Musical.

[choking]

Well, it’s a tough subject.

I thought I could spice it up
with some Cole Porter tunes.

You wrote a musical
about child molestation?

It’s a very important subject.

Child abuse is
a big tragedy in this country.

‐People need to pay attention.
‐So you put it to song?

Anthony Hopkins singing
"Thank Heavens for Little Girls"

is something
you wouldn’t forget.

Uh, I, figured maybe, uh,
Oliver Stone could direct.

‐Oh, exactly.
‐Excuse me.

‐Yeah.
‐Are you Mr. Wambaugh?

‐I might be.
‐I’m Adam Wood.

My landlord...

he just gave me
an eviction notice.

I have a lease for a year.

Excuse me.

I’m told you’re a good lawyer.

Sit down, Mr. Wood.

First, let me say I’m grateful
that you’ve come to me.

I’ve taken every case
that’s come my way,

and I often wondered is there
a depth I wouldn’t stoop to,

or is there a client out there
that is so horrible

that even Douglas Wambaugh
would say no.

Well, thank you, Mr. Wood,

for helping me learn a little
something about myself.

Now... go the hell away.

I’m sorry.

I don’t get it, Doug. You’ve
defended murderers before.

To steal innocence from a child

is just something
I can’t forgive.

And I can forgive a lot.

Kevin Quinn wants to get him.

How?

Potato gun. He’s got one.

Last time, we almost
killed a kid with that gun.

He was in a car.

This guy’s on foot.
It won’t hurt him.

You want to get
in trouble again?

Look what Mom did last time.

I’m not doing it.

Anyway, whoever drives
this guy out of town

will be a hero.

It’s Dad’s job.

Dad can’t go near him.
He’s the police.

You gotta understand
something, Zack.

Criminals get
constitutional rights.

They get more protection
sometimes than regular people.

Why?

’Cause this is America.

It was started by a bunch
of criminals from England

who didn’t like the king,
something like that.

But civilians can do things
the police can’t.

We don’t have to stick
to the constitution.

We’ll get in trouble.

Kevin Quinn’s gonna shoot him.

All we do is cheer.

There’s no penalty for that.

[man] I’ll see you later.

[siren wails]

Mr. Wood.

Deputy Kenny Lacos.

How are you today, sir?

Why?

Well, it’s just
we know you’re new in town

and that Rome can be
kind of tough on strangers.

And we worry about that,
so we’re gonna keep an eye out.

You’ll probably find police cars
trailing you now and then,

but that’s just out of concern,
that’s all.

We wouldn’t want
anything to happen.

So... where are you headed?

To see the doctor.

What, you sick?

You’re a sick guy, Mr. Wood?

Nothing too serious, I hope.

You have a nice day, sir.

‐This isn’t right, Kenny.
‐We’ve got our orders, Max.

If you ask me,
these orders stink.

I didn’t ask you.

Well, this isn’t
like you, Jimmy.

Well,
when it comes to pedophiles,

I’m just a crazy guy, Max.

Well, I won’t be part
of a harassment campaign.

You’ll carry out
my orders, Deputy.

Douglas Wambaugh to the rescue.

Your Honor,
I have an ex‐parte class action

representing
the good Henry Novotny

as well as other
citizens of Rome,

some of who
you see behind me today.

What’s going on?

There’s a stranger in town,

and you know how
we all hate that,

and this one likes to fondle
prepubescent genitals.

We’re asking you
for a restraining order

to keep him 100 yards
away from everybody.

‐I can’t do that.
‐Of course you can.

You’re Henry Bone.
The law’s just a guide.

His name is Adam Wood,
Your Honor.

And when it comes
to small children,

if Adam could, then Adam would.

We need you to step in

and obliterate his civil rights
like only you can.

In my chambers right now.

You got no grounds
for any kind of
restraining order. You know it.

He’s a citizen
like everybody else.

‐Well, look at his record.
‐I know his record.

‐I know Adam Wood.
‐You do?

I know two of his victims.

I’d love to give you the T. R. O.

I’d love to order him
the hell out of Rome,

but I can’t.

You got no case.

And if you come back
with anything else,

don’t come to me.

I’m recusing myself.

I can’t be objective
when it comes to Mr. Wood.

Get out.

[door opens]

[bells tolling]

‐Oh, you’re the doctor.
‐Yes.

Married to the Sheriff.

‐[chuckles] Yes.
‐Wow, this is a small town.

Oh, Mr. Wood, you have no idea
how small this town can be.

Um, how can I help you?

Um, well, uh,

doctors take an oath, right?

Doctor‐patient privilege?

What’s going on?

[sighs]

I know what everyone
in this town thinks...

that I’m this monster.

But I really am better.

I went through
relapse prevention in prison,

and I’m fine, and I’m not
a threat to this community.

Really, I’m not.

And if I thought otherwise,

I’d leave.

‐Really, Doctor, I would.
‐OK.

Uh, how can I help?

Well, um, despite the fact
that I’m recovered,

um, uh...

sometimes, I, uh...

I get urges...

‐not that I would act on them.
‐Urges?

What do you mean urges?
Urges to touch children?

No, little ones, nothing big.

Little urges or little children?

Well, uh, uh, both, I guess.

[Jill] Oh.

Dr. Brock...

I’m OK.

I can handle it.

[chuckles]

But there’s
supposed to be this drug

that’ll give me extra control.

Um, yes, yes, there’s
a drug called goserelin.

It’s a‐‐ it’s a sort
of chemical castration.

Is it permanent?

No, no, it, um...

it only works as long
as you take the drug.

As a doctor, I’ll be happy
to write you a prescription.

As a mother, I’ll give you
a lifetime supply. [laughs]

I was just a joke...

but that was insensitive,
wasn’t I?

I’m sorry. I apologize.

You know, I tell jokes
sometimes when I‐‐

[chuckles]

Oh, boy.

Look, um...

I’ll level with you.
You leveled with me.

It’s hard for me to be
an objective doctor
in this situation.

When you say urges,

I have a nine‐year‐old son.

The word "urges" terrifies me.

I wish that I could be
more objective.

Dr. Brock, don’t apologize
for your reaction.

The truth is,
I appreciate your honesty.

You do? Because usually
I’m much more professional.

What about the drug?

Yes, yes, I’ll be happy

to give you a prescription
after an exam,

but I’m not forcing it on you.

If you don’t want to take it,
you don’t have to take it.

‐I’m not forcing you.
‐Thank you. I’ll take
the prescription.

Just to be safe.

Yes, yes, just to be sure.

Absolutely, absolutely.

I still don’t like this.

I need a bigger potato,

‐They don’t go as far.
‐Come on.

‐Death threats?
‐Two by phone, this one by mail.

Maybe we should
protect this guy.

Right, we’re gonna spend
tax dollars on giving
this guy protection.

Well, you follow him
to harass him anyway.

I’m not using personnel
for his private security.

This is hysteria.
Nobody’s gonna kill him.

You sure?

This has pushed
a lot of buttons.

This town is not like that.

[Zack] Too far away.

This shoots 100 feet. Watch.

Right off the forehead.

Here comes potato salad.

[grunts]

Wow, good shot.

‐[laughs]
‐[moans]

It was an accident.

What do you mean an accident?

I was just pointing the gun,
you know, at his head,

and I pulled the trigger,

and suddenly this potato

just shot out and hit him.

Maybe a mild concussion,
but he’s OK.

‐Accident.
‐You be quiet, young man.

What the hell
are you thinking of?

We’re trying
to make him leave town.

Isn’t that the plan?

It is the plan.
Everybody’s been a part of it.

You, Kenny, Max,
even Wambaugh.

And now your son.

Look, my daughter
is four years old, OK.

I certainly don’t want
this guy lurking around,

but you are the Sheriff, Jimmy.

I’m the D.A.
This guy has rights.

And if we don’t protect those
rights, then they don’t exist,

and for that matter,
neither do we.

It’s not our job to protect him.

But it is our job. We’re in
the business of forgiveness.

This is where
we are supposed to come in.

I pray for the guy.

I pray for the lord
to bless and keep Adam Wood.

‐Just keep him out of Rome.
‐You’re a man of the cloth.

I know.
I’m not proud of my reaction,

but there is something
about this crime that‐‐

I know a lot of priests
happen to be fond of it.

‐But for my money‐‐
‐Now, that is not funny

I’m sorry.

Look, Gary, if you want
to stand up for this guy,

I’m not stopping you.

Unfortunately
this isn’t an issue

in which I enjoy a tremendous
amount of credibility.

First, as you
so distastefully implied,

the Catholic priesthood

does have
a public relations problem

when it comes
to child molestation.

Second, my own little history
with women’s shoes.

My hands are unclean on this.

I feel like Ted Kennedy

at the Anita Hill,
Clarence Thomas hearings.

Well, I won’t champion the guy.
I just can’t.

But the man wants to repent.

If we don’t offer compassion,

then who will, Henry?

Well, maybe he doesn’t get it.

Maybe he isn’t entitled to it.

Damn it, Gary,

just because we wear the cloth,

that doesn’t mean we have to be
immune to every human reaction.

If anything,
I’m afraid of forgiving him.

I’m afraid of doing anything

that might put out the message
that God could be OK with this.

Suppose he picks up on
some sense of absolution.

Maybe he’ll go out
and touch another child.

Can you live with that?

I can’t.

Minister, priest, I don’t care.

I say we condemn him.

[clock ticking]

Are you asleep?

No.

[Jill sighs]

Jimmy, do you remember

a year or so ago,
we made a vow

to put the family
before the jobs?

Uh‐huh.

Mr. Wood came to see me today.

He’s having urges...

sexual urges toward children.

I prescribed a drug,
but that doesn’t mean
he’s going to take it.

Even if he does,
with a disease like this...

it’s not all connected
to sexual drive.

It’s a compulsion disorder.
It’s in the mind.

He came to me as a patient...

and believe it or not,
I‐I feel sorry for him,

but I’m gonna treat him,
I’m gonna try to help him
to get better.

But I can’t take him
living so close to us.

I know it’s your job
to uphold the law,

to support his right.

I want you to drive him out.

I can’t.

I won’t.

Did you really feel it was OK
to shoot the potato gun at him?

‐Yes.
‐Why?

Because he’s evil.

Because of the ACLU,
you can’t do anything to him.

So this is
kind of like self‐help.

First of all,
Mr. Wood is a human being.

Secondly, this is violence.

You could go to jail!
You two should know that!

All I did was cheer.

Me, too.

No different than
pulling the trigger.

Cheering is aiding and abetting.

Then you have to put
the whole town in jail.

Next time I will arrest you,
all three of you.

Reasonable self‐defense.

He’s a child molester,
and I’m a child.

What jury would convict?

If you ever do this again,

a jury is the last thing
you’ll have to fear.

Now get out of here. Get out.

You want an explanation, Jimmy?

Try "chip off the old block."

You sent the message,
drive this man out.

You sent it. They’re just
following your example.

[sighs]

♪ He touched me ♪

♪ He put his hand near mine ♪

♪ And then he touched me ♪

♪ I felt a sudden tingle ♪

♪ When he touched me ♪

♪ Oh, a sparkle ♪

♪ A glow ♪

You called me down here
to see this?

It’s to generate
public awareness.

‐If the people are made aware‐‐
‐People are aware.

They’re holding
a town meeting today
to tar and feather this guy.

♪ Oh, he touched me ♪

Is this for real?

We’re starting a citizens
alert group tonight.

O’Kelley’s is sponsoring it.

We figured this was a good way
to kick it off.

[John]
What is going on in this town?

That man has always championed
the disenfranchised.

You are a minister.

You’re helping
to organize a lynch mob.

This man isn’t Jean Valjean.

He didn’t steal a loaf of bread.

He’s a threat to our children.

♪ But he touched me ♪

♪ Oh, he touched me ♪

♪ And suddenly ♪

♪ Nothing is the same ♪

[applause]

And you expect me to help you?

I was hoping.

How dare you walk
into my chambers?

Twenty years later, you walk
in here and expect what?

I’ve been in prison
for 16 years.

How much time has to pass?

You think the children
you hurt got a clean slate?

One of them was my own niece.

How dare you walk in here
and come to me?

I’ve read about you.

They say you’re a fair judge...

that you fight the tide.

You think any judge
could be that fair,

that objective?

You hurt children.

Maybe fairness is what
you should fear most.

I need help.

You came to the wrong place
for it. Get out.

Please.

Get out.

[door opens and closes]

The good news is we can
discriminate against him.

It’s not like that he’s black
or female or handicapped

or in a suspect class
protected by the constitution.

You don’t have to hire him

or serve him in your restaurants

or have him shop in your stores.

He’s a child molester.

You can be as prejudiced
to your heart’s content,

and there’s nothing
he can do about it.

But how do we get him out?

[people clamoring]

Hold on. Hold on.

I sent a message to him
that he should join us here.

If he shows up,
we’ll tell him as a group

we don’t want him.

This could hurt his feelings,

and he might leave.

[man] It didn’t work with you.

[all laughing]

I’ll ignore that. If that fails,

Michael Oslo has a plan
for the children at school.

I think it will be good
for all of us. Michael?

We’re dispensing whistles to
all of the elementary students.

If Mr. Wood
even looks their way...

[blows whistle]

It also occurred to us

that if we all got whistles,

then anytime we even saw him...

[blows whistle]

How much of that could he take?

I think he’d leave town.

People blowing whistles
at him wherever he goes.

Well, the other thing we can do

is elect him mayor.

That’s the best way
to get rid of anybody.

[laughter]

I can still be a character,
even under tragic circumstances.

[man] Yeah, right.

Yeah, you know,
I have another idea.

You know at the hockey games

when a visiting player
gets a penalty

and we all point at him
in unison and say...

You, you, you.

I think that’d be
effective as well.

You see, he goes
into a restaurant,

we all chant at him.

‐Excuse me.
‐[man] There she goes.

‐Excuse me!
‐[Douglas]
Don’t take it personal, Jill.

They’re just afraid
you’re going to preach.

Nobody wants this man
out of town more than I do.

He took up residence
a block from my house.

And I even begged
my husband, the Sheriff...

[sighs]

But I must admit that I’m‐‐

I’m a little shocked
by what I’m hearing today.

[man] Oh, come on, Jill!

As much as we condemn
what Mr. Wood did

and as much as we fear
what he may do,

we have to keep in mind
that this is a sickness.

He may deserve some compassion.

[all groaning]

[man] There he is.

You! You! You! You! You!

[chanting continues]

[blowing whistle]

‐[cheering]
‐[man] Don’t come back.

I’m gonna make this short.

Anybody who harasses Mr. Wood
will be arrested and jailed.

Threaten him, you go to jail.

Blow a whistle at him,
you go to jail.

In this country,
the bad guys go to prison.

When they get out of prison,
they get to be citizens again.

That’s the way it works here.

He has to live somewhere.

Nobody wants it to be
here, but it is here,
and that is his right.

As Sheriff,

I will protect that right.

Anybody wants to get to him,

go through me.

[crowd murmuring]

[door closes]

[knock on door]

Pretty tough to get people
to miss Ed Lawson,

but you managed to do it.

I wish I could be
as strong as you are.

Well, I don’t feel very strong.

And I may not be Sheriff
much longer if we ever
get a new mayor.

First thing he’ll do
is send me packing

if he wants to be popular.

No matter how scared I get...

I always know that
our kids will be safe

because they have you
for a father.

[man] ...multiple shots fired.

Jimmy.

There’s been a shooting
at the courthouse.

[man] Tell them
we’re on our way now!

[woman] Paramedics
have ambulance on scene.

[siren blaring]

‐[Kenny] Adam Wood,
gunshot to the head.
‐[Jimmy] Dead?

I think so. I put
my jacket over his face.

It’s not a pretty sight.

‐Anybody see anything?
‐Neil Mannix, security guard.

Supposed to be out front.
Says he didn’t see it.

He found the gun.

.38 caliber lying
a few feet away.

‐Go get him.
‐He’s dead.

Two gunshot wounds to the head.

[sirens approaching]

‐What’d you see?
‐Nothing.

You’re the guard standing
by that door 20 feet away.

I’d gone to the bathroom.
I came back. He was lying there.

You went to the bathroom.

When you came back,
he was lying dead?

Two bullets in the head?

Yeah.

Take Mr. Mannix
down to the station.

For what?

For picking the wrong time
to go to the bathroom.

Take him.

[woman] Keep this area clear.

[man] Let’s make room for him.

Autopsy?

Immediately.

[man] Let’s go.

Step back, please.

[woman] Please step back.

[door closing]

‐I told you everything I know.
‐I don’t believe you.

Maybe the guy shot himself.
I heard he was depressed.

Two shots? He shot himself
twice in the head?

Maybe he was really depressed.

You think this is funny?

You see me laughing here?

I ain’t seeing anybody laugh.

Ain’t seen anybody
crying, either.

And I didn’t see anything
other than what I told you.

For all I know, you shot him.

Maybe to boost
your approval rating.

Hey‐‐

Jimmy, let go. Come on.

Carter called.
We should get to the morgue.

Don’t leave town, Neil.

[sighs]

Jimmy, I...

I don’t know what religion
or denomination

this Mr. Wood was,

but I thought I’d give him
a small memorial.

Good or bad, he was still
one of God’s children.

Well, he was
one of God’s children
when he was alive, Henry.

What do you mean self‐inflicted?

That’s my finding,
death by suicide.

He shot himself
twice in the head?

First shot didn’t kill him.
It went through the top
part of the forehead,

‐so he shot again.
‐Well, that can’t be possible.

The residue plus trace metal.
The gun was in his hand.

I examined trajectory,
powder burns on the skin.

There’s no question.
I know self‐inflicted wounds
when I see them.

The last person you pronounced
dead is still alive, Carter.

‐He look alive, Kenny?
‐Carter...

you positive about this?

100%.

Adam Wood took his own life.

There’s no doubt about it.

‐♪ He touched me ♪
‐♪ He touched me ♪

♪ I simply have to
Face the fact ♪

‐♪ He touched me ♪
‐♪ He touched me ♪

♪ Control myself
And try to act as if ♪

♪ I remember my name ♪

‐♪ But he touched me ♪
‐♪ He touched me ♪

‐♪ Oh, he touched me ♪
‐♪ He touched me ♪

♪ And suddenly ♪

♪ Nothing is the same ♪

‐♪ But he touched me ♪
‐♪ He touched me ♪

♪ Oh, he touched me ♪

♪ And suddenly ♪

♪ Nothing is the same ♪

♪ Nothing is the same ♪

Incident report done,
autopsy report.

I just need
your initials on both.

Good. You ran ballistics?

We’ll get the results on Friday.
Prints on the gun?

All Adam’s.
Looks like Carter was right.

Let’s run the gun, too,
to see where he got it.

‐Good idea.
‐Yeah.

Kenny.

I want to say...

that I’m just relieved
with what’s now between us,

that it hasn’t
affected the work.

We’re still good partners...

as deputies,

and I’m glad about that.

Me, too.

We said no kissing at work.

Sorry. I slipped.

Shoots himself in front
of the courthouse,

just doesn’t make sense.

Maybe he was making
some kind of point.

The courthouse represents
a bastion of civil liberties.

‐Yeah.
‐Maybe he was making
some kind of statement.

Yeah.

But we killed him, Jimmy,

he pulled the trigger, but
this town murdered Adam Wood.

Not you. You...

you stood up for him.

Well, I didn’t at first.

Max is right.
I did send the message.

You know, there’s one thing
that I don’t get.

He survived 16 years in prison.

He’s finally a free man,

he’s out a week,
and he takes his life?

‐I‐I can’t figure that
‐Well, he had a taste of what
society had to offer him.

But he wasn’t a stupid man.

He knew that he’d be ostracized.

He struck me as a man
who was determined
to move forward,

not a suicidal...

I just can’t believe
that this town’s prejudice
would have pushed him over.

It wasn’t the town.

It was me.

He came to my chambers
this morning...

for help,

maybe forgiveness...

and I sent him away.

Oh, we all did that, Henry...

‐at least a little.
‐Yes...

but he...

was my son.

Twenty years ago...

I disowned him.

That’s probably when he
changed his name to Wood.

I never wrote to him
in prison...

never visited.

I’m the reason...

he chose to come to Rome.

He wanted to reconnect.

And...

I’m the reason
he put that gun to his head.

Thank you for fighting for him.

I wish I could have.

I did love him.

Never stopped.

Then why‐‐ I don’t know.

Why didn’t you try?

I couldn’t look at him.

August, 1968...

Lori Anne Silver,

age nine.

April, 1970...

Amelia Holiday...

age seven.

December, 1971...

Susan Ford...

age six.

January...

1972...

19...

Nine...

But I did love him.

I never stopped.

[Jimmy sighs]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]