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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.

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

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

Ah,

time for daddy to go to work.

Good morning, everybody.
- How you doin'?

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?
Yes.

Let's give thanks.

Thank you God
for your bounty,

today and every day.

Amen.

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

Thank you!

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.

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.

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

Get in the bedroom, now.
Quick.

Quick, quick, quick.

Oh, my God, Leo.

Hold on.

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.

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

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

Make sure you cover him up.

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!

We're very sorry,
Mrs. Cavella.

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

Any footprints?
- The ground's too hard.

He would've put
his knee down here.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Please for the last time,

you don't have a choice here.

You gotta let us in.

You ain't gonna need those!

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

...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.

Hey, Bobby.

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!

What's the problem?

The blade's stuck.

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.

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.

Got 'em.

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.

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.

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.

Sounds like it already is.

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...

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?

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

But, Dennis, um...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

What'd I tell you?

Now Cutler is writing emails.

"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.

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.

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.

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!

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Come on, Dennis.

Say it!

You took a life for a life.

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.

Is that good?

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.

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.

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

What are you looking for?

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.

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

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.

Tell the judge
we're all clear.

'Til the next one.