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[silence]

[Narrator] In New York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

[pounding sound]

[Leo] Let's see what the birds are doing in the park.

Can you see them? - Yes, they're playing in the trees.

[chuckles]

[buzzer rings] Ah,

time for daddy to go to work.

Good morning, everybody. - How you doin'?

[calming music ¶]

Good morning.

First patient is prepped in room two. She is nineteen, single,

and in the tenth week. Name is Patricia.

Who's here with her? - One of her friends.

Her boyfriend was supposed to drive her, but he never showed up.

How is she feeling? - Scared.

Let's see what we can do about that.

Lunchtime. All right, children.

Well, uh, let's close our books and put our pencils down.

Somebody want to help me with these?

Put them on the floor.

Everybody ready? [Children] Yes.

Let's give thanks.

Thank you God for your bounty,

today and every day.

Amen.

[Children] Amen.

Oh, and uh, thank you, Dennis, for making lunch.

[Children] Thank you!

[All giggling]

[Leo] And what's a baby cow?

A calf. - That's right.

And what's a baby chicken?

An egg.

I'm gonna make some tea. Does anyone want anything?

Juice.

What comes out of the egg?

Baby chicks. Yeah.

[dirt scraping]

[ominous music ¶]

I want to see the cars, Daddy. - Okay.

Come here.

Lord, steady my hand.

And let thy justice find its mark.

You see the cars? - Yes.

¶

[kettle whistling]

Honey? Are you sure you don't want any...

[wheezing]

Get in the bedroom, now. Quick.

Quick, quick, quick.

Oh, my God, Leo. Hold on.

[dialing] Hold on.

[in panic] Hello? My-My husband has been shot.

Our address is 845 Central Park West, Apartment 4A.

My name is Marie Cavella. Hurry.

Oh, my God, Leo. Hold on.

They're coming, honey. They're coming. Hold on.

I love you! Hold on.

[theme song ¶]

¶

[police sirens]

[chattering]

It looks like he was 80 to 100 feet into the park.

It makes it about a 200-yard shot. This guy had practice.

[chattering]

[sighs]

Make sure you cover him up.

[sobbing] In our own living room.

In front of our baby.

These people that say they love children so much.

Your husband get threats?

There was this website...

His name was on a hit list of abortion providers.

With our old address in Dobbs Ferry.

That's why we moved to the city; to be safer.

Our phone's unlisted,

the condo's in my maiden name,

we have a post office box.

Where was your husband's clinic?

In Bethel.

Two hours each way, every day because he wanted to help people.

They had no right.

God!

[weeping]

We're very sorry, Mrs. Cavella.

[metal detector ticking] [chattering]

According to the calculations, the shot came from this tree here.

Any footprints? - The ground's too hard.

[chattering] [police sirens in distance]

He would've put his knee down here.

[ominous music ¶]

He tied his rifle to the tree to stabilize it.

So he'd have a shooting platform.

¶

He was an experienced hunter or he had military training.

How are we doing on witnesses?

We got one homeless lady. Calls herself God.

Said she saw a male, white,

going into the woods about a half an hour before the shooting.

Put God together with the sketch artist.

Keep the witness canvas going for the next week.

Double-up in the evenings, around the time of the shooting.

Eames!

It's a Remington 700 3-0-8.

A Burris three-by-ten scope.

He brought it here piece by piece.

Assembled, buried it, till he needed it.

I can already tell catching this mutt is gonna be a walk in the park.

[sighs]

There are killers then there are people who kill abortion doctors.

There's two types of those.

The martyr.

He kills without a lot of planning, in broad daylight,

in front of witnesses with a shotgun or a handgun.

Doesn't care if he get's caught.

Then who's this guy?

Months of preparation. Stalks his target.

Plans his escape, he kills from, uh, distance.

No intention of getting caught. He's in it to create...

...fear.

He'll kill one, scare a thousand.

Three witnesses, including God,

saw a male, white, come out of the woods near the 97th street transfers.

Thirties, medium to tall, baseball cap, maybe a mustache, maybe brown hair.

Maybe we put up flyers in the park, maybe we get better witnesses.

Take a look at this website. The New Killing Fields.

Lists abortion doctors in every state.

Here. Leo Cavella, still his old address.

Any guesses what the slash through his name means?

It's a damn hit list.

Protected by the First Amendment.

Of course. - The ballistics report on the rifle.

Figures. No fingerprints.

Rifle traced to a gun dealer in Pennsylvania,

who sold it at a gun show in Honesdale eight weeks ago.

No I.D. on the buyer.

Honesdale. That's just across the state line

from Cavella's clinic in Bethel.

[pounding sound]

[Nesmith] My husband drove Leo's van.

He never noticed anyone following them.

How about the people outside with the signs? They're regulars?

Every day since the clinic opened four years ago.

We videotape them. - We'll need those tapes.

Those people are horrible. Always calling us names, yelling at the patients.

Who on Dr. Cavella's staff had his address?

I did, in my address book, Which I kept locked up in my office.

Dr. Cavella's check register.

Checks to Con Ed, to his condo board.

After he paid his bills, what did he do with them?

Some, he took home. Some like his power bill, he threw away.

Any problems with his trash bin outside?

A couple months ago.

The police said it was raccoons.

We bought cans with animal-proof lids.

How'd that work out?

Two weeks later, they got broken into again.

Animal-proof lids. Nobody ever gives raccoons enough credit.

Your money's still on the raccoons?

[chuckles]

See, I just can't imagine anybody scroungin' around the garbage

for a Con Ed bill.

Cavella's address would be on a Con Ed bill.

What'd your investigation turn up?

Well, not much.

Somebody saw a car parked across the street, that was about it.

A car is something.

Well, the plates traced to a Mr. and Mrs. McLeish in White Lake.

They're a nice couple in their '60s.

I don't figure they climbed that eight-foot fence around those trash cans.

Oh.

Any history of, uh, anti-abortion activity?

Uh, they chained themselves to the door of the clinic last year.

They got 12 months probation.

Well, I bet that included a restraining order

to stay away from the clinic?

Well, yes, it did.

Sounds like they violated their probation.

[pounding sound]

[pounding on the door] Please for the last time,

you don't have a choice here.

You gotta let us in.

[collective prayer]

You ain't gonna need those!

You didn't see the hole in Cavella's chest.

[Mrs. McLeish] ...give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespassers as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Mr. and Mrs. McLeish, we have a bench warrant for your arrest,

for violation of your probation.

They're not going anywhere without the radiator.

The locks are laced through it.

[praying continues]

Hey, Bobby.

[slight raised voice] The neighbors say,

they had somebody staying with them six weeks ago.

Male, white, mid-to-late 30's, brown hair, beard.

They saw him driving their car.

Dang! [saw shuts off]

What's the problem?

The blade's stuck.

[exasperated sigh] Somebody put steel pipes around the locks

then stuck metal rods inside the pipes so my blade is just spinning.

I gotta change blades.

Y'all better get comfortable.

What'd they use when they chained themselves to the clinic?

Well, just a padlock and a bicycle chain.

We cut them loose in a minute flat.

[Captain Deakins] Nine hours to cut them out. That's just great.

We have a sketch of mom pop kettle's houseguest.

We tried one without the beard

and showed it to the Central Park witnesses,

no definite hits, but it's close.

[Goren] Got 'em.

[stutter] The old couple didn't have the tools

or the materials to make the locks.

I figured the houseguest made them.

I did a search for protesters

who blockaded abortion clinics

by chaining themselves to the doors.

The longer it takes to remove them,

the longer the clinics have to shut down.

One guy got famous in Wisconsin,

for teaching people how to make locks

that took up to 12 hours to remove.

He did it with steel pipes,

metal rods, abrasives.

Meet Dennis Griscom.

From locks to lock-and-load.

Next stop for Mr. Griscom is lock-up.

Griscom has two convictions for anti-abortion activities in Wisconsin and Florida.

He served 60 days. Been off the radar for the last four years.

[Eames] And, there's fiber evidence.

A hair on the stick left at the scene

matched a hair from a blanket in the McLeish's house.

A probable match.

Not conclusive.

What's the old folks involvement?

They're being transported here for questioning. We'll see.

[Goren] No, he's done with them.

He'll seek support from other zealots.

He's a terrorist, for the profound dedication to an overvalued idea.

One that is his sole focus

in life.

Zealot? Terrorist?

Loaded terms, detective.

I hope you're not suggesting he represents a movement.

Well, I'm suggesting...

...he might think he is and act accordingly.

This is a murder case.

Let's not turn it into a Litmus test on abortion.

[ominous music ¶]

Sounds like it already is.

[door closes]

I couldn't sleep the night before.

I felt like I had a lead weight in my chest.

And the closer I got to doing it, the worse I felt.

I didn't feel brave.

I didn't feel full of fire.

Providence spoke to you, Dennis. You had no choice.

When I looked through that scope...

[chuckles]

It was like the Lord slipped his hand inside mine.

Like a glove, you know? And, put His finger around the trigger.

That's exactly what he did.

He helped you save the babies.

I just--I can't shake this sadness I'm feeling.

You're not alone in this. People will help you.

Okay?

Here's $500.

If you need anymore, send a message.

Thank you.

Hey.

Thank you.

We have witnesses who saw him near the shooting.

Forensic evidence linking him to it.

How can you protect him?

I saw books in-in your home by

Gandhi, Martin Luther King.

Apostles of non-violence.

I know that you follow in their footsteps.

Conscientious objector in the '50s.

Voter registration in the '60s.

You-you marched against Vietnam.

Apartheid.

Abortion.

Always by non-violent means. Right?

Yes.

I found these...

in your home.

You and your wife at candlelight vigils.

You oppose the death penalty.

Any kind of killing.

I have a lot of respect for that position, Mr. McLeish.

Uh, there's no

hypocrisy to it, no double-standard.

E-even for doctors like Leo Cavella.

Even for him, right?

[sniffles]

[Mrs. McLeish] God, forgive us.

We didn't know what he was planning.

How'd you meet Griscom?

At a movement conference in Memphis last Spring.

There were old friends from Operation Rescue,

and some people we didn't know.

Radicals who said the Lord wanted us to pick up the sword and...

kill more abortionists.

Was Griscom one of the radicals?

No. He just listened.

He never said anything about Dr. Cavella or buying a rifle.

Then what did he do all day? Did he have a job?

No. He had a savings, he said.

Mostly he helped around the place.

Uh, took to bird watching.

There's a Bald Eagle Preserve near Goshen.

Even gave him an old pair of binoculars.

What kind?

Excise.

He was a serious young man who...

didn't know what direction he was supposed to go.

How did he end up staying with you?

We invited him to visit.

One day he showed up.

[Goren] Did he talk about any friends in the movement?

People who might help him?

No. The only people he talked about were his parents.

His father, mostly.

And, what did he say about him?

Well, he told me he was an engineer.

And he said his father was proud of him.

And, that mattered to him.

Sure.

His father sounded like a hard man to please.

Any idea where he stayed after he left?

I think with family.

What makes you say that?

Before he left, he came with me to the Walmart,

to buy some gifts for his nieces.

Is that who he said they were for? - No.

But he bought two keychains with kittens on them

and the initials K and R, so I assumed that's who they were for.

Dennis, doesn't have any nieces.

He has a nephew.

My daughter's son in Seattle.

When was the last time you talked to him?

Maybe six months ago, I'm not sure.

I see your husband was a marksman in Vietnam.

Is this him hunting with, Dennis?

Yes.

They look like they're good pals. Are they?

My husband died a year ago.

Dennis, looked up to him.

Well, he told people that his father was proud of him.

When was this taken?

Maybe last year.

It's, uh,

it's nice binoculars.

This was taken two months ago

in the area where Dr. Cavella had his clinic.

He didn't shoot that doctor.

Ten years ago, he became a missionary to help people.

He couldn't hurt anyone.

He won't be safe unless he talks to us.

Please.

How did you get this picture?

[sighs]

I found this on the porch,

a month ago.

It's just books and letters.

Was there a note?

No. He just left it on the porch.

He didn't even ring the doorbell.

I found that picture inside.

Did you recognize any of the people in these other pictures?

No.

Do you know Laura Carlson?

No.

This is addressed to Dennis.

"Dear Dennis. We hope this finds you well.

Yesterday, we took Katie and Ruthie to the Botanical Gardens.

They loved going there and witnessing the Lord's wonders.

We all miss you. Please call."

Signed Laura Carlson.

It's postmarked last October in Brooklyn.

K and R. Katie and Ruthie Carlson in Brooklyn.

It's a start.

[doorbell rings]

[Eames] Laura Carlson? - Yes.

This is a warrant allowing us to search your house.

What's going on? - Who is that?

Please stay in here with your children. - Two upstairs,

you two with me. -Who are they?

Are there any adults here besides yourself?

No. Why are you here?

[Officer] Clear! - We're looking for Dennis Griscom.

Mrs. Carlson,

we're conducting a murder investigation.

Now is not the time to lie to the police!

Dennis left four days ago.

I-I don't know where he went.

What room was he staying in?

Down the stairs.

[ominous music ¶]

¶

Eames, I need a bag.

Suspicious dustballs?

It's spun glass.

Commonly used to make silencers.

There was no attachment for a silencer in the Remington.

That's from the second rifle.

He's not done yet.

I don't know where he was planning to go.

He mention other doctors or clinics?

No, he didn't talk about things like that.

I don't believe he did the things you say, but-but if he did,

he must believe he's doing God's will,

and then it's up to God to deal with him.

Maybe God's too busy...

...dealing with Leo Cavella's five-year-old daughter.

She was standing next to him when your friend's bullet

tore into him.

Um,

I noticed,

that there are no posters of pop singers in your daughters' rooms

or pictures of athletes.

We don't approve of that.

Well, how about...

Soccer and tennis? I didn't see any equipment.

We don't participate in those parts of the culture

that don't bring glory to God.

Dennis,

he dragged this abomination, this execution, into your living room.

How can that bring glory to God?

We have every reason to believe that he's gonna kill again.

[sighs]

But, Dennis, um...

[sniffles]

Dennis was on the computer a lot.

Talking to other people when we weren't home.

Please don't hurt him.

We found some of Griscom's emails.

Just the tracks. Actual emails were long gone.

Most of the emails around the time of the shooting were to and from one address.

Zach here, thinks he can chase it down.

Zach here, has chased him down.

It's linked to a website.

[clicking sound]

Whoa. This is extreme.

"Stop abortion on-demand by the most direct means possible."

Looks like Griscom found a friend.

There's a P.O. Box address in Long Island.

If we find this clown,

anyway we can monitor his email traffic in case Griscom contacts him?

You can.

If you install a spying application on his computer.

[pounding sound]

You can look all you want.

You won't find any guns here.

Your website said, "The most direct means possible."

Everyone knows what that means, Mr. Cutler.

It means whatever you need it to mean.

I'm just a truck driver. I never threatened anybody.

What about the Supreme Court?

I wouldn't hurt a hair on those gentlemen.

But the two women on the Court, they're fair game?

Ma'am.

God's never told me to kill anybody.

But if he did, I bet you would.

I'd obey Him.

Just like Abraham did.

I think I heard a threat to a government official.

The hell you did. - I'm taking you in.

Turn around.

[grunts] This is bull. You can't do this. - Shut your mouth.

Maybe you read only the parts of the Bible you like.

But what I remember from Sunday School is God stopped Abraham from killing.

I'll get downtown started on the complaint.

Um, let's step in here, Mr. Cutler.

Hey, Harland. It's me, Eames.

I need you to fill out a complaint for me.

Suspect name's Lorne Cutler.

You take orders from that lady?

Well, she's got seniority.

You know these women on the force.

They come with an extra set of brass ones.

Is that better?

Yes, thank you.

The T.P.O. is the suspect's home at 428 Powell Street

in Bayside, New York.

Okay, I'll hold.

You admire this man.

The one who shot the doctor.

He killed to protect innocent life.

He heard God's Command and he obeyed.

Yeah, like St. John and the Knights Templar.

I read your website. I get it.

The government,

is using these statutes and lawsuits by pro-abortion groups

to cut off all legitimate protest.

So, if you believe that the soul enters a body at conception...

Y-you have to take the next step.

Shutting down those killing fields.

I-it's the only cause left worth dying for.

Isn't it?

There is no higher calling.

I'm glad this person skipped the state.

I don't have to be involved in his arrest.

Where do you think he went?

Well, let's just say, he's not on this side of the Mason-Dixon.

[phone beeps]

We gotta kick him. Downtown won't sign off on the complaint.

What'd I tell you?

[Goren] Now Cutler is writing emails.

[Eames reading] "All it takes is for one state to threaten sedition over abortion

and this thing will turn around.

There's reason to hope. We have friends in surprising places,

even in the New York City Police.

I met a detective who thinks picking up the sword is the only option left

to stop the abortion factories."

You told him that? - Mm-hmm.

To earn his confidence.

Not to mention his love and admiration.

True believers expected everyone to think like them.

[sighs]

What do you really think?

I'll tell you what I think when I get pregnant.

You're gonna have to do a lot better than that, Bobby.

Okay.

Life is full of uncertainty.

People need to have options.

Abortion has got to be one of those options.

That's what I think.

Uh, he just got pulled into a private chat.

Okay, that's Griscom.

I gave Cutler misinformation about our investigation.

Can you trace him? - Mm.

He's a guest on someone else's account.

The account is registered with, uh,

Barbara's Place. It's a copy store chain.

[ominous music ¶]

Susan!

Dennis.

What are you doing here?

The Alumni Office told me where you worked.

Are you all right?

How are your parents?

Dad passed away last year.

I'm so sorry.

Your boyfriend? - No.

I'm engaged.

I'm getting married in a few months.

You gonna have kids?

Maybe.

I have something for you.

Not exactly a wedding present.

They were my dad's when he was in the Army.

He always liked you a lot.

This was very sweet of you, Den... - Have a good life, Susan.

I was so angry for so long.

But I was angry at the wrong person.

Yeah. He's been in here using the computers a few times.

Last night, as a matter of fact.

How did he pay?

Cash. Never stays on the computer long.

What did he use for I.D.?

This guy didn't have any I.D. I think he's homeless.

I let him leave a meal card from St. Mark's Mission.

[chattering]

[ominous music ¶]

Buddy, if I were you, I'd taste it first.

Hey, ease off on him.

There's plenty to be grateful for, yeah?

Go ahead, go ahead, say grace, preacher.

Go ahead.

Wouldn't kill any of us to have a little gratitude.

Thank you God for your bounty.

Today and every day.

Amen. - Amen!

Easy!

[praying] - All right, stand up.

You're gonna have to carry him.

...Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.

[Eames] We have you pegged every inch of the way, Dennis.

Where you bought the rifle, how you got his address,

where you stayed in Brooklyn.

The State's got you for second-degree murder.

[sighs]

That's 25 years to life.

But the Feds also have jurisdiction. That's the death penalty.

You don't show some cooperation, we're gonna let them throw you the party.

Let's talk about the second rifle,

the one you made the silencer for.

You stashed it, buried it, whatever.

We need to find it before someone else does.

You don't want some poor kid to get shot, do you?

Won't be incriminating.

You could say you were throwing it away or you saw somebody put it there.

But you don't tell us, then God forbid, something happens,

you think the Big Guy's gonna forgive you?

The "Big Guy?"

You trivialize Him.

You pretend to know what He will or will not forgive.

I'm a soldier in the Lord's Army.

My conscious is clear.

And you. You have a duty to protect innocent life.

So, you're gonna do the right thing now, aren't you?

You're gonna open that door and let me walk out of here.

[door opens, closes]

In five, ten, maybe fifteen years.

People like whoever killed this Dr. Cavella,

they're gonna be heroes in this country.

What do we have on him?

Hindering prosecution. Nothing that implicates him in a conspiracy.

And Griscom?

The rest of the evidence we have against him

is still the hair we found at the scene.

The single hair?

We have 48 hours to bring him up for arraignment.

With what we have now, I might not be able to hold him.

What's he doing?

He's praying.

Speaking of Litmus test.

Assuming we get the goods on him,

how do you try him without having it turn into a three-ring circus?

By inoculating the jury against Griscom's defense.

He's gonna claim he killed to protect unborn children.

Inoculate them how? By telling the jury you agree with Griscom on abortion?

Mm, it crossed my mind.

You really believe abortion is murder?

Like I said, as long as you bring me the evidence,

convicting this gentlemen shouldn't be a problem.

Promise me a margarita when this is all over.

That copying place sent over a list of websites Griscom visited on their computer.

Look at this one.

Hudson University Alumni Association.

[pounding sound]

[Goren] The Association said he looked you up.

When did you last talk to him?

Three days ago.

I was on my way out to lunch and he just walked up to me.

What did he want?

He had something for me.

From his father, he died last year.

What was it?

I don't know why Dennis thought I'd want them.

I was never particularly fond of his dad.

He was really hard on Dennis.

How long had it been since you talked to him?

Almost ten years.

What happened between the two of you?

I mean, something was eating away at him all these years.

These mementos were precious to him

but, he gave them to you. Why?

Dennis had this idea that we were gonna get married.

And help the poor and have a lot of kids.

I respected those goals and I loved him, but

I had another life in mind.

And then I got pregnant.

Dennis was so happy

and, I thought it was the worst thing that could've happened to me.

[ironic chuckle]

So I started talking about having an abortion.

Dennis went crazy.

Yeah. He ordered me not to do it.

He put pictures of aborted fetuses all around our apartment.

Told me I'd be murdering his child.

As if, what was inside me was more important to him than I was.

So that's when I made up my mind.

I waited until he went to work. I packed up and left.

I went to the clinic and I never saw Dennis again.

I gotta put him in front of a judge in an hour!

You got less time than that to get some kind of admission out of him.

My client has a date in arraignment court.

There are a few things we need to clear up with him first.

He's invoking his right to be silent.

Well, he doesn't have the right to be deaf

so he'll have to listen to what we have to say.

First thing, there's nothing in your file about children.

Do you have any kids?

No.

I took a vow of celibacy.

You never wanted any kids? You don't like them?

Mm. I love kids.

But, that's not what God had planned for me.

You think you would have been a good parent?

Better than your father?

There's nothing wrong with the way my father brought me up.

He thought there was a lot wrong with you.

Didn't he? - My dad was proud of me.

Is that why you became... what is it you called yourself?

A-A soldier in the Lord's Army.

To prove to him that you had the discipline or the commitment.

The will to sacrifice yourself for a greater cause?

Like he did in Vietnam?

Well, it was just a thought.

Maybe you were.

One of those special people who heard the...

heard the voice of God, tell them to...

join the movement, is that it?

Yes.

It was divine guidance.

Not some based-human passion.

Like anger.

Or revenge.

Pride.

It was wounded pride.

Wasn't it, Dennis?

She defied you. She killed your unborn child,

and it broke you. - She was weak.

It's not her fault. - Who then?

Nobody held a gun to her head to go to a clinic.

It's the ones who allowed it!

It's the ones who kept my baby from being saved.

What was it that you told her?

That you were angry at the wrong person all these years.

It was the doctors!

They ripped that life out of her body!

Is that what you were thinking when you had Cavella in your scope?

Your baby?

The life that might've been?

Your life with Susan?

I don't think about that anymore.

You think about it all the time.

You've given up hope.

You've given everything away.

Touching base with old friends.

You're closing the book.

You're gonna kill yourself.

But not before you pay them back.

Murderers like Cavella. - All right, stop this!

I'm telling you right now, we are through... - Pay them back

for what they took away from you.

He's going to arraignment court!

Pay them back the way your dad taught you.

[fist pounding] Come on, Dennis.

Say it!

You took a life for a life.

[loud tapping on window]

[exhales]

[chair squeaking]

[door opens]

His mother put her house up as bond for the bail.

Soon as the paperwork is done, he'll be out of our hands.

We'll put surveillance on him and we'll call intel to alert the abortion clinics.

No, I'm thinking he's planning something closer to home.

Girlfriend?

The doctor who performed the abortion.

[circus music ¶] Is that good?

[mixed chatter]

The surveillance team followed him to his lawyer's office.

They waited until the lawyer went home for the night.

They never saw Griscom leave the building.

Maybe he slipped out through the garage.

Terrific.

[door opens]

The doctor who did the abortion, passed away two years ago.

I put a trace out on everyone else involved in the procedure.

This guy has a death wish and he's gonna take somebody down with him.

We could always hope he gets the order mixed up and shoots himself first.

[sighs]

I need to run Griscom's name through Westlaw. - Go ahead.

[keyboard clacking]

What are you looking for?

[beeps]

He said it's the ones who allowed it.

The ones who kept his baby from being saved.

Here we go. Uh, "Dennis Griscom in ReAn Unborn Child."

He sued on the behalf of his unborn kid,

to stop Susan Ward from having the abortion.

The judge turned him down.

Judge Adam Yates.

You find him, you find the gun.

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How you doin', Judge? - Good to see you.

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[click]

[clicks]

Might help if you had a firing pin. - Drop the gun, Dennis!

Stay away from me.

Alright, get off the ledge, Dennis.

Don't come near me!

Why do you want to hurt yourself?

Just tell me why. - I don't answer to you.

I know.

What about your mother and Laurie, and her kids?

They're gonna want to know.

It looks like it's gonna rain tonight.

What? Yeah.

Looks like we're gonna get a good soaking.

What do you think?

I don't know. - I saw some

lightning from over the park.

Can you see anything?

Come on, Dennis, let's go inside.

[officers talking]

Tell the judge we're all clear.

'Til the next one.

[sighs]

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