03x05 - Whose Choice Is It Anyway?

[bunniefuu]

- [Woman] Linda, go home.

Luck willing, tomorrow
will be even busier.

- Want me to wait
and walk you out?

- No, I just have one more.

I'll be fine.

- Linda, go!

- Okay, okay, okay,
- Really!

- I'm gone, I'm gone.

Good night.
- 'Night.

Judy?

You a new patient?

- Actually,

I need some information.

- About birth control?

Counseling?

- Pregnancy.

- How many times have
you taken the home test?

- Three.

- I'm Margaret Klury.

I run the clinic.

What we like to do first

is give you an
information packet.

Which outlines the options
for pregnant women.

Unless you already know
what you're gonna do.

- No, I'm undecided.

- That's okay.

When you feel you're
ready, we'll give you

the facts and talk
about your choices.

We're here to help,
whatever your decision is.

How does that sound?

- Like a start, I guess.

- The doctor will
be here tomorrow.

You might want to see her.

- I will, thank you Mrs. Klury.

- Margaret.

- Okay, Margaret.

- Okay.

- Is it okay if I take some
information on birth control?

- That's what it's there for.

- Great, thanks.

- I'm here ladies,
if you need me.

(muffled shouting)
- Do you mind if

I walk out with you?

I mean, they seem
harmless enough, but,

safety in numbers.

- Sure, I'd actually
feel a lot better.

- Great.

(furious shouting)

- Hi, I'm Claire,
and this is Ellen.

We're with the National
Organization for Women.

We'll walk you through.

Stay between us, and
we'll have no problem.

- If you say so.

(indistinct angry shouts)

- m*rder*r! m*rder*r!

m*rder*r!

(indistinct shouts)

(soft, thoughtful music)

(upbeat rock)

? We never thought we'd
find a place where we belong

? Don't have to stand alone,
we'll never let you fall

? Don't need permission
to decide what you believe

? Ooh

? I said jump,
down on Jump Street

? I said jump,
down on Jump Street

? Your friends will be there
when your back is to the wall

? You'll find you'll need us

? 'Cause there's
no one else to call

? When it was hopeless a
decision is what you need

? You'd better be ready
to, be ready to jump

? Jump Street

- Peter Daly.

Shut down clinics nationwide.

And at each one, there
were incidents of

vandalism, harassment,
physical att*cks.

The v*olence keeps escalating.

No one can tag
Daly to any of it.

- Well we're wasting our time
on Klury's staff, Captain.

She runs that place
with an iron fist.

No way Daly got
to someone inside.

- Yeah, well the point is,

we don't know how
the man operates.

Maybe he gets to a staff
member, maybe a pregnant girl.

- Maybe those g*ons marching
out front trashed that clinic.

- Maybe.

That's why I'm putting
Harry on Life Goal today.

- Why don't we
just save ourselves

the trouble and arrest him?

- Because people in this country

have a right to assemble, Hoffs.

- And those girls have the right

to use that clinic
without being badgered

like they're criminals, Captain.

(sighs)

- Look.

If Daly is using kids
to break the law,

or a staff member,
we're gonna nail him.

But if someone's
gonna be harassed,

better it be a cop
that's not pregnant

than a teenager who is.

- Yeah, I guess.

- Hey.

Be careful.

(door clicks)

- How many of you are scared?

Afraid of what might
happen to you out there?

Now, don't be embarrassed.

You have every
reason to be afraid.

The reality is
you might be hurt.

You might experience pain.

As well battle for
what we know is right.

I think we're short
a volunteer up here.

Anybody else wanna jump in?

- I'd love to.

Hi, Harry Chang.

- Hello.
- I'm a big fan.

- Oh, thank you.

Peter Daly.

Good to have you aboard.

Now,

the police will
set up barricades

to keep us from blocking
the clinic entrance.

But our job is to get
beyond those barricades,

as we're gonna demonstrate.

But let me tell you this.

No matter what they do to you,

the key is

not to return the v*olence.

- Mr. Daly?

- Yes?

- I know some self
defense techniques

that might be
helpful to the group.

I'd be happy to show them.

- Actually, we have
a defense technique

we should show you first.

(furious shouting)

- My clinic stays open,
regardless of you,

or your thugs, or your
intimidation tactics.

- Your clinic does not belong
on a high school campus.

- Our clinic belongs anywhere
people have freedom of choice.

- Where do you get off handing
out birth control to kids?

- Do you know that
over a million

of these kids get
pregnant every year?

- That doesn't justify
total strangers

making life decisions
for our children.

- This is not an
abortion clinic.

Now if you and your friends
don't believe in abortion,

then my advice is
never have one.

That's your right.

- It's also our right that our
kids learn about sex at home.

From their parents who can
teach them right from wrong.

- Mr. Daly, some
of the kids I see

haven't talked to
their parents about sex

since they learned that you
get a baby by wishing for it.

These kids deserve
straight answers.

I provide them.

(whistling)

- No, I can't study tonight,
but I'll call you later.

- Okay.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I was wondering how you
were after our big adventure.

I'm Rebecca, by the way.

- Judy Matlen.

- Judy.

Judy, I, I couldn't
help but overhear

about your situation
yesterday, and

that must be real tough.

- Yeah, it's pretty lousy.

- Beck.

Thought we were gonna
meet after trig.

I waited minutes,
what happened?

- Oh, I'm sorry, I got hung up.

Mark Stevens, Judy Matlen.

Judy just transferred here.

- Nice to meet you.

- Welcome.

Well, we barely got
time to grab a bite

before I gotta be
back at practice.

- Actually, Judy and I are gonna

go to my house and
do some homework.

(sighs)

- So what is this?

You don't return my
phone calls anymore,

you didn't meet me this morning.

I thought we decided we weren't

gonna take a break after all?

- You decided that.

- You agreed.

- I said I thought maybe
we should see other people.

Mark, you could
date other girls.

- I don't wanna
date other girls.

- Maybe I should get going--

- No, please.

Stay.

I'll call you later, okay?

- We can just settle
this now, Rebecca.

- Now's not a good
time, alright?

I'll call you after practice.

Judy.

(sad, thoughtful music)

- So, what do you think of
Brookside High so far, Judy?

- Seems like a
pretty good school.

- Oh, it's very good.

Rebecca's done
remarkably well there.

Alice went there too.

- [Alice] About a
million years ago.

- I gotta run.

Alice, if Sammy starts crying
tonight, take him downstairs.

Your father's gotta be up
the cr*ck of dawn tomorrow.

- Did you leave my
uniform in our room?

- Oh, honey, I forgot
to go to the cleaner's.

I'll pick it up first thing--

- I needed it tonight.

- Oh, and Rebecca.

You got two more
acceptance letters.

Brown and Amherst.

I'm sorry about the
cleaner's, honey.

- I just hope you haven't
forgotten about Saturday night.

You promised you'd babysit Sam.

- Not Saturday, I have plans.

- This is important, I'm
booked for a double shift.

- Where do you work?

Sammy's Italiano.

And I gotta have
the extra hours.

- I'll pay for a babysitter,
or have mom and dad do it.

- They're busy.

I can't believe
you're doing this.

- Alice, I'm sorry.

Any other time
would've been fine.

(thoughtful music)

- I'll be at the cleaner's.

- Brown and Amherst, Rebecca?

That's pretty exciting.

So which one's it gonna be?

- Probably neither.

- Oh, so you were at
the clinic because--

- I haven't told anybody yet.

- Not even Mark?

- No.

I'm afraid to.

If he knew I was pregnant,
he would be out tomorrow

looking for a
wedding dress for me.

I'm really scared.

I don't know what's
gonna happen to me.

- Eat me, eat me!

Sal, that last slice
is screaming for you.

(chuckling)

- Well, might as well keep
the other ones company.

- What happened to that diet?

- The whole thing
was Rosa's idea,

she wants to be more
attractive to each other.

- Hey, it paid off, look at you.

- pounds leaner
and meaner and,

well, with the old lady away.

- Come on, he's a married man.

- The diet's a joke.

The way I see it,
we're thin and ugly,

or we're fat and ugly, and
it don't matter anyway,

'cause we're married.

- Oh, you gotta
lighten up, Blow.

- Guys want another pitcher?

- Please.

- She's giving you
the eye, Blowman.

- Yeah, right.

- She definitely was.

- Women don't look at
short, ugly janitors.

Even if we are thin.

I'll catch you guys later.

- See ya.

- Bye, Blow.

- See you later.

- Thank you.

- That man does not have a
rock-solid image of himself.

- You're very perceptive.

- Maybe we should fix
him up with somebody.

- Come on, he's married.

- I'm not talking
about honeymoon hotel.

I'm talking about a little
lunch with a beautiful woman

to make him feel
better about himself.

- Yep, he definitely
needs an ego boost.

- Who do we get?

- Judy!

- No, he sees her every day.

- We can't use Dorothy,
he'd know it was a setup.

- Okay, what about
the Deputy DA?

Brainstorming.

- What about that redhead,
who works in vice?

- She's not a good sport.

Trust me.

(sighs)

- This is really pathetic.

Four guys, and we can't
think of one woman

to be nice to Blowfish.

- Yes we can.

I know someone perfect.

- Feel a little better now?

- Yeah, I'm glad
you brought me here.

It's just so many
things to think about.

- I know.

It's a pretty hard decision.

- Beck!

Did you just come
out of that clinic?

- What are you
doing here so early?

- Thought I'd meet you at
your locker before class.

What's with all the stuff?

- I don't really want to
talk about it now, okay Mark?

- Rebecca.

Are you pregnant?

- Look, I'm gonna say
this once, and that's all.

This problem is something I
have to deal with, myself.

- But it's not a problem.

I mean, not really.

We can move in with my folks.

You can take care of the
baby till I finish school,

then we can get a
place of our own.

- Please don't do this.

- It's gonna be okay.

- No.

I wish it could be like
that, but it can't.

- Why not?

- 'Cause I'm not in
love with you, Mark.

I'm sorry, that's
just how I feel.

My being pregnant
doesn't change that.

- Rebecca.

You're not making
sense, you need to--

- I never meant to hurt
you like this, okay?

I'm sorry!

- Hey.

What did you say to her?

What kind of ideas did
you put into her head?

- All I've done is listen.

She turned to me 'cause
she had no one to talk to.

- She should've come to me.

- Maybe she needed someone
who would understand.

- What, because
you're pregnant too?

I'm not surprised.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Your boyfriend split, right?

When he found out about it?

I don't think that's
any of your business.

- Don't drag Rebecca
into your mess,

just 'cause you
want some company.

- Look, you don't
know the first thing

about me or my situation.

- Stay away from her.

I love Rebecca, and
I love that baby.

- But you're not the
one carrying it, Mark.

Look, I know you're hurting.

But Rebecca just needs
some time to sort this out.

- If you wanna give
your baby to strangers,

or let it grow up
without a father, fine.

In fact, you can k*ll
your baby if you want.

But stay the hell
out of our business.

(tense music)

(funky bassline)

- Sal, line one, pick it up!

- Yeah.

- Sal, it's Dennis.

Thank God you're there.

- Where else would I be?

- I need your help, man.

Is there a girl standing around,

attractive, probably
looking really bored?

- She looks a little bored.

- Well it's my
cousin, and she came

all the way from
Buffalo to see me.

Now, I was supposed
to take her to lunch.

- I'll give her a couple of
magazines while she waits.

- Nah, Sal, you
gotta do me a favor.

You gotta take her
to lunch for me.

- Get out of here.

- Please, I can't leave!

I miss this deal,
and I'm b*rned.

You gotta bail me out here.

- Hey, look, forget
it, I'm busy.

And besides, how do
I even know it's her?

- Ask her.

Her name's Monica.

- Monica?

- Yes.

- It's her.

- My dad will k*ll me if
I don't take care of her.

- Look, forget it.

Where would I even
take a girl like that?

- Wherever you want.

The tab's on me.

Look.

You gotta do me this favor, man.

I'm begging you.

- Okay.

Look, I'm gonna take her to
lunch, I'm bringing her back,

and you better be
here waiting for her.

- I owe you my life.

(phone clatters)

(exhales)

- [Dennis] What did I tell you?

- [Doug] She's perfect.

- [Tom] Yeah, she is.

(indistinct office
conversation, typing)

- They're stepping
up the protests,

so Daly put me on Life
Goal recruitment yesterday.

- You get a list of members?

- Every one.

- Good.

- You know Daly's a
decent guy, I mean,

all that stuff that he says.

Just hurts when someone
digs up the past.

- What do you mean?

- Well, when he
talks about families,

and parents being
there for their kids.

I don't have a family.

Anymore.

So I know how important one is.

- Well, Harry, the
next time he starts in,

consider the source.

- Well, I really
think Life Goal's

got a really good point
about those clinics.

I mean,

parents should have
a say when it comes

to life decisions
for their kids.

- Sure, Harry, in
a perfect world.

But it can't always
work out that way.

- Margaret Klury is no
substitute for family values.

I mean, she shouldn't
be telling girls

where to have abortions.

- That's real easy
for you to say, Harry,

but you've never been ,
terrified, and pregnant!

- But a lot of girls
use abortion, Judy,

as a form of birth control

- That's because they didn't get

any sex education
until it was too late.

- Maybe.

Just, I'd give anything
to have a family.

Even a kid.

That's why aborting a baby--

- But no one can even
agree if it is a baby,

or when it becomes a baby,
or if it's just some cells.

- Well if no one knows, then
how can you take that risk?

And maybe, maybe,
Judy, it's a person.

- Look, we better split up

before someone from
school sees us.

'Kay, I'll see you later.

- Okay.

- Now the point of this group
session is pretty simple.

Some of you need to talk.

You need to share your feelings

with someone other than,
an old guy like me.

I think we all agree

that being pregnant in
high school is very scary.

But sometimes, it's
a little less scary

when you realize that
you're not alone.

Now, it's time
for me to shut up.

You have about an hour.

- (Nurse) 'Scuse me--
- Hey!

- I need to talk to my
girlfriend, it's important.

- You'll have to
catch her later.

- I saw her come in here.

- What you saw is your business,

what goes on in here is mine.

- I can't believe I
was such an idiot,

I mean, he said he
knew when to stop.

You know, how to do
it and still be safe.

My dad was right, guys'll do
anything to get what they want.

- It's an emergency, okay?

I'm not kidding.

- Look.

You seem like a nice
kid, but arguing

with me is not gonna
solve your problem.

- Then help me.

Please.

You gotta let me in.

- And now I'm locked out.

I have to sleep at
my girlfriend's.

- I can't believe you
even told your mom.

- Couldn't tell mine.

- I was scared.

- Me too.

My mom is so proud of me.

And the disappointment
in her face, I just,

I just don't think
I could take it.

- Well my mom was exactly
my age when she had me.

Now she says she doesn't
know why she even bothered.

- I don't get it.

A girl gets pregnant, and
it's like some secret club.

No one cares about the guy!

- We do, okay?

In fact, in fact we love it

when couples make
an appointment.

- Thanks.

- So I figure I'll raise
the baby by myself.

Finish school on
a part-time basis.

- I'm going to Amherst.

Or I was.

- Well, I don't
know what to think.

I mean, if I have this baby,
I'm never gonna finish school.

- But you've gotta
stay in school.

It's' too important.

- So you're gonna
have the abortion?

- I don't know.

It's just...

I really wanna do
something special.

Help people, you know?

I wanna make a
difference with my life.

(sighs) I wanna be a cop.

(angry shouting)

- [Peter] You okay, son?

- Do I look okay?

My girlfriend's in
there, carrying my baby.

And they won't let
me talk to her.

- Hey, hold on, hold on.

I think there's something
I can do to help.

The Brookside High clinic

tells us it must stay on
this campus to counsel teens.

But here is a student who
has asked for their help,

and they have blatantly
ignored his needs.

How can this community
support a clinic

that won't treat
students equally?

They decide on a whim
who gets counseling.

Who uses birth control.

Whose babies are aborted.

We must shut this clinic down!

And we must shut it down now!

(cheering, whistling)

- Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned,

it's been four months
since my last confession.

- Have you any sins to confess?

- Yeah.

I've used the
Lord's name in vain.

I stole cupcakes from
my eldest son's lunch.

I left work minutes
early, I committed adultery,

and I stole cents
from a payphone,

and didn't return it.

- I wouldn't worry about that.

How could you know who
the money belonged to?

- You have a point
there, Father.

- Let's take it back a little.

You committed adultery?

- Almost.

- You're not sure?

- Father, I don't
know what happened.

You see, Monica,
she wanted Italian,

so I figure why not
take her to Popone's?

- I'm with you so far.

- And then she wanted the table

in the back by the fireplace.

So I slipped the maître d' a
sawbuck and bingo, we're there.

I pick all seven
courses, including the

prosciutto and figs.

She loves every bite.

Father, I even ordered a
bottle of ' Cabernet.

- You must've dropped a bundle.

- Don't even remind me.

- This is all very fine,
but what about the...

- I kissed her after lunch.

But only because
she wanted me to.

- Kissing is not a sin.

- What about...

French kissing?

- My son.

You have committed
the sin of lust.

For that, you must make
an act of contrition,

and visit the
stations of the cross.

But more importantly,

you must end this relationship

before it goes much farther.

(sighs)

- Thank you, Father.

(door slides, clunks shut)

(angry shouts)

- You two should be getting
good at this by now.

Are you ready?

- As we'll ever be.

- Don't listen to
these people, Rebecca.

These people at the clinic,
they don't care about you.

They're gonna take
away our baby, Rebecca!

They're gonna k*ll it!

They're gonna, they're
gonna (muffled).

- [Officer] Any persons
on this property

not enrolled at
Brookside High School,

are under arrest for
trespassing on private property.

Disperse now.

I repeat--

- You have no legal
grounds, Ms. Klury.

- Not according to
this restraining order.

- You're to remain
feet from my clinic.

You overstepped your bounds.

- Monica, it's over between us.

No, that's too cold.

Monica, it may come
as a shock to you,

but my wife is a real
pro with firearms.

No, too threatening.

Monica, I believe
every shoe has a foot,

this is good!

And I know we had
something special,

but I'm not the shoe for you.

Great, it's warm, it's caring.

(groans)

(knocking)

- Sal!

What a pleasant surprise.

- Hi.

Monica, I have to
say something to you.

- You alright?

- Yeah.

You see, Monica, every
shoe has a f-foot--

- Whatever it is, wouldn't you
rather talk about it inside?

- People have feet, too!

- I've never seen
him like that, Judy.

It's like he was a crazy man.

- I know, I know, I
think maybe you should

stay away from him
for a little while.

- We need to evacuate, girls.

Someone's called
in a b*mb thr*at.

(tense synth chord)

(knocking)

- What took you so long?

- This better be good, Sal.

- My life's a mess,
it's disaster.

- (sighs) Look, whatever it is,

I'm sure it's
gonna be fine, man.

(coughs)

- No it isn't.

I just committed a mortal sin.

- Booker's cousin?

- Look.

I swear I went there
to break it off.

I was thinking Rosa, the kids.

(sighs) I just never thought

that a girl like
her could like me.

- Sal, you know, you're
an attractive guy.

- You gotta believe
me, handsome.

I didn't mean for it to happen.

- What?

- It.

- What do you mean, "it"?

- I mean "it"!

She dragged me
inside, she wanted me,

I got so crazy I
told her I loved her!

But I don't.

I gotta end it.

It's gonna break her heart.

But a man's gotta do
what a man's gotta do.

- Monica's a hooker.

- [Booker] A stripper,
there's a big difference.

- Not if you paid her!

- Prostitution?

Prostitution?!

- Reread your
handbook, handsome,

it's only prostitution
if she sleeps with him.

- She did sleep with him!

- Hey, I only hired
her for a lunch date.

- Oh right, yeah.

- What do you want me to say?

All she was supposed
to do was go

and laugh at his jokes
for about an hour.

- What stripper
gets paid to laugh?

- I can't believe
we trusted you.

How could we have trusted him?

- I dunno.

- Ease up.

It would've worked if
hadn't gone to bed with him.

She promised me hands-off.

- Flotsam.

- Do really expect us to believe

that you didn't
spring for last night?

- On my mother's honor.

Guys, something
must've went wrong.

- Maybe she likes him.

- Well, there's always
that possibility.

- So, maybe he does feel
better about himself.

- On second thought,
you are a flotsam.

- You know, you ruined
Blowfish's life.

- Not to mention Rosa's.

- And Rosa's.
- Hey, hey,

I'm sorry, alright?

I screwed up.

But I still think you guys
oughta cough in a fair share.

I mean, you saw her, didn't you?

Guys, I could've got ringside
seats in Vegas for that.

(crashing)

- I thought you were coming
by yourself, Rebecca.

- I just figured you
could tell us both

how this whole
adoption thing works.

- I see.

Well, did the
receptionist have you

fill in the necessary
forms, Judy?

- No.

- Unfortunately, we do need your

background information
before we can proceed.

- Well, I didn't fill
out anything either.

And I thought I was meeting
with the couples right away.

- You are.

But it might be good
if Judy catches up

on her paperwork, while
you're in the interviews.

- Yeah, I think that'd be best.

- No, wait, I,

wouldn't it be easier if we

met with the couples together?

- Finding the right
home for your baby

is an individual process.

The couples here today

are more appropriate
for your baby, Rebecca.

- In other words, white
babies go for a premium

and black babies are
a time a dozen, right?

Well I'll be outside,
with my paperwork.

(gentle rainfall)

- I'm sorry, Judy.

If I had known it was
gonna be like that--

- Oh, it's okay.

Let's just forget it,
it's not your fault.

- He didn't even care
about our babies,

he just only cared about how
much he could get for them.

- I know, Rebecca, but you
can still give your child

to a couple that
really cares about it.

Don't rule it out, just
'cause that guy was a jerk.

- Yeah.

But then I would know that
my baby was out there,

somewhere with another mom.

And I wouldn't know
what he looked like,

or if he was okay.

I don't think I
can live that way.

I don't know,
maybe Mark's right.

- What do you mean, "right"?

- He would give him a home.

A family, a mother and a father.

Mark could get a job, I
could put off college.

- Rebecca.

No one can tell you what
to do about your pregnancy.

Not me, not anyone.

But I will tell you
that marrying a man

you don't love is not an answer.

It would only wreck
your life, and Mark's,

and the baby's.

- Alice was everything
in high school.

She's like an old woman now,
she's only years old.

- Raising a kid is a
huge responsibility.

- Well I don't feel
like I'm right, now,

I don't feel like I'm
ready to be a mom.

But Judy, I don't know if I
can have an abortion, either.

Why is this so hard?

- I wish I had an
answer for you.

- I need to talk to Margaret.

But I'm not going back to school

with Mark acting like that.

Do you think she'll meet
me after the clinic closes?

- When society
allows those clinics

to operate in our high schools,

it is finished, doomed.

And it's up to us to
see that that stops.

- But it has to be now.

Don't you understand?

The next baby to be k*lled
because of that clinic is mine.

- Then take action,
and stop this insanity.

(sinister music)

- Mark,

this is a w*r.

It's a w*r to save our children.

To preserve everything
that we hold dear.

We can't wait for others
to come to their senses.

No.

We have to look,

right now,

inside ourselves.

Find the courage

to do what has to be done.

(approaching footsteps)

(sniffles)

- Jude, you okay?

- (sniffs) Yeah, sure, I'm just,

I'm just feeling a
little weird, that's all.

- What is it?

(sighs deeply)

- A lot of things, I guess.

(gentle piano)

- (sighs) Hey.

(sobs)

- Harry, you know how
I'm always prepared?

(sniffs) I mean, my
reports are always on time,

my files are letter perfect.

- Yeah.

- And I don't make mistakes.

Not a lot, anyway.

- What, you made one?

- In high school.

It never should've happened.

And when I found out, I
was so scared, because I,

I didn't have
anybody to turn to.

(sniffs) And I never
even told my mother.

- Jude.

- Another perfect meal, Sal.

Where'd you learn
to order like that?

- (mumbling)

The calamari was good.

- The calamari was great.

Everything was.

And if we catch a
cab back to my place,

well, dessert is on me.

- We just had dessert!

- Hey, who's counting?

(laughs)

- Monica, I think you
should go home alone.

I'm gonna call you a cab.

(whistles)

- You look a little
uptight, Sal.

- It's because there's
something I gotta say to you.

Monica, you are an
incredible girl.

You got looks, brains,
a sense of humor,

an appetite.

(laughs)

The last hours,

have been some of the
best hours of my life.

- I'm glad.

- But it's not gonna work.

I'm really sorry.

Hey!

You're gonna find another guy,

a lot better for you than me.

(sighs)

- Hi, Margaret.

Thanks for meeting me.

- Happy to do it.

Why don't we talk back here?

- Okay.

(crickets chirping)

(dangerous music)

(rattling)

(fuse hisses)

(expl*si*n booms)

- Still hurt a lot?

- Not since the
painkillers kicked in.

This is a burn, it'll heal.

- How is she?

- The doctors say
she's stabilized.

As far as the extent of her
injuries, we don't know yet.

- Maybe we should wait
then, go see her later.

- You're not gonna
see her at all.

Your obligations to my
daughter are over starting now.

- Mrs. Sanders, I understand--

- Don't you tell
me you understand!

I sent my daughter
to that school

without having the
faintest idea who you were.

I placed her safety and her
well being in your hands.

She could've been
k*lled last night.

- I take full
responsibility for that.

- My daughter shouldn't
be your responsibility.

It is not up to you to
decide if her pregnancy

is any of our business or not.

- It was Rebecca who
made that decision.

It's my job to honor it.

- Don't you see
that kids go to you

because it's easier
than going home?

It's not what's best for them.

The love and support
of their families,

that's what they need most.

- Some girls don't get either

from their parents,
Mrs. Sanders.

And they need a place to go.

- I'm sure that both your
motivations were sincere.

But you couldn't possibly care
about Rebecca the way I do.

I'd give my life for that kid.

She should've been home with me.

- I wish she had been.

I wish that for every
girl that comes to me.

- I suggest that you
do your job, officer,

and find out who's
responsible for this.

- I spoke with my
captain minutes ago.

They're bringing
him in right now.

- Okie dokie, let's start again.

Where did you get
the expl*sives?

- How many times do
I have to say this?

- Look, Daly.

I heard the big speech, okay?

You were out to fight
a w*r, remember?

- And I doubt that meant
pasting up another dozen flyers.

- How can you think I'd
support that kind of v*olence?

- Because your track
record suggests you do.

- I don't believe this.

I don't believe this.
(knocking)

- Yeah, what do you have?

- Report from the
crime lab, Captain.

They IDed the expl*sives.

They were made in
a lab in Jersey.

Distributed by a power company.

Only sold in two places,

A & B Construction,
and Stevens Inc.

- Stevens Inc.?

- It's a local
construction company.

- I checked it out.

Mark Stevens' father
owns that company.

- Pick him up.

- This is complete bull.

They can't touch us.

- You're in a lot
of trouble, son.

- (scoffs) Right.

I only wish we'd
blasted it sooner.

A lot sooner.

- That's not what I said, Mark.

And it's certainly
not what I meant.

- What are you talking about?

- To hurt Rebecca like that.

You must see how wrong that was.

- Becca wasn't in there.

- Mark.

She's gonna pull through, but...

She lost the baby.

- That's impossible.

I was trying to save
her from that place.

I begged her not to go in there!

This is all your fault.

You said it was a w*r!

- A w*r to rescue lives.

Not a w*r to v*olence.

- You made me k*ll my kid!

- Mark.

Mark!

I didn't.

I'm very sorry.

I don't know what to say.

- Hey!

You know, there comes
a point when you have

to take responsibility
for these people.

You may not pull the trigger,

but you sure as hell
give them the g*n.

- I tried to tell that
kid not to give up.

That this battle
is worth the fight.

If someone twists
my words around--

- Your words are very powerful.

And Mark is just an
impressionable kid.

- Kid or not.

People respond to
me because they know

what I'm saying is right.

For those that take it too far,

they do so without my blessings.

- Even though they
have your inspiration?

- I feel terrible
about that kid.

I wish I could've stopped him.

- That mean you're on
to the next clinic?

- I leave tomorrow morning.

- I'll only stay a second.

How're you feeling?

- I trusted you.

I trusted you with everything,
and you were lying.

- Rebecca, I wasn't lying.

Not about understanding
what you're going through.

You have to believe that.

- I lost my baby.

- I know.

- It's horrible to be
pregnant and have to decide.

But at least it was up to me,

and Mark took my choice
away, and that's not fair.

- None of this is fair.

- Wasn't this hard for
you when you got pregnant?

- I've been thinking
a lot about that,

about when I finally had
to make the decision.

- Do you regret the abortion?

- I regret...

getting pregnant.

And boy, do I regret not
sharing it with my mom.

But I can't say that
I did the wrong thing,

you know, I can't

say that.

Because I love my life.

I'm happy.

And I'm really proud of what
I've been able to accomplish.

- I guess when you get pregnant,

you're never the same again,
no matter what you decide.

- No, I don't think you can be.

(toy g*ns whirring,
baby toy clanking)

- (Mumbling)

- Hey, you know, your
Nana spoils you a lot.

- That's what Mom said.

Dad, look what
happened to my glasses.

- How'd you do that?
- [Rosa] I'm so glad

to be home, honey!

Mom, God love her, was
getting on my nerves.

So anything happen
while I was gone?

- No, it's been pretty
quiet, actually.

(can falls)
- [Rosa] Ah, hell.

Half the pesto's in the sink.

Could you get the kids
to the table, honey?

My hands are full!

(slow, wistful piano)

(papers rustling)

(sighs)

(dial tone)

- Hi, Mom?

Hi, how are you?

I'm fine.

Mom, I wanted to tell you

about something.

It's something that happened

a long time ago.

(mellow music)

(energetic, upbeat
instrumentals)

Jump

Jump

Jump

(grand music)