God Told Me To

There!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! Someone's shooting!

At approximately 12:14 PM today,

a sniper, utilizing a telescopic rifle

opened fire on pedestrians.

His first victim, Alfred P. Majors, was killed instantly

when a .22-caliber bullet passed through his temple.

Fourteen other citizens were mortally wounded.

Due to the tie-up, police found it impossible

to reach the scene of the homicides,

and emergency vehicles were unable to get through.

At 12:24 PM,

the police helicopter patrol pinpointed the sniper

as being perched on top of the water tower

at the Haskell Publications building.

But, before appropriate action could be taken,

one of our officers took the initiative of climbing the water tower

in an effort to talk the sniper down.

- He say anything? - Um-mm.

Hey, Pete, he's gonna come down.

Listen, I'm not coming up to arrest you.

I just wanna talk...

find out who you are,

why you've done this.

Pete! Get down here!

Pete, the helicopter's on its way. They'll take care of it.

Get outta there!

We have plenty of time, none of us are going anywhere.

I'm Peter Nicholas.

Is there anybody you want us to call, notify you're up here?

My name is Harold Gorman.

Do you want us to get in touch with your family?

I don't care.

I - I don't believe my son had anything to do with this.

He was a very good student.

I - I mean, he couldn't possibly

have killed all those people at that distance.

People have told me that it is physically impossible.

Now, there might... There must have been a lot of people

firing from those roofs,

and the... and the police are... are covering that up.

Th - they're... They're blaming my son.

I grew up in a Catholic boys' school in the Bronx,

graduated DeWitt Clinton High School,

a year at Fordham University before I joined the force.

Where did you go to school, Harold?

Why should you tell me all these things?

I want you to know me.

We don't kill people we know, do we, Harold?

Only strangers.

That's why I'm coming up, Harold,

so you can see my face.

Hi...

Hi.

I'm... I'm 34 years old.

How old are you, Harold?

I'll be 22 the seventh of July.

I'll never be 22, will I?

Well...

We can't bring anybody back to life, Harold.

Nobody can.

But there are a lot of people down there

would like to know why you did this.

You mad at somebody?

It was a nice day.

Yeah.

You into drugs, Harold?

I don't do that. I don't hang around with those kind of people.

Can you tell me why you did this?

Yes.

You promise you won't tell anybody else?

I can't... I can't promise that, Harold, you know.

It's my job to find out.

Well, I'll tell you anyway.

God told me to.

Don't!

Peter, hey.

It's okay. What happened on that roof?

- Nothing. - It's okay.

It's somebody else's turn to play hero.

I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna pick on you today.

I'm giving you a day off.

Ahem, this is Miss Forster.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I took that class before.

They let me live.

All right.

Okay, bye-bye.

Again, Spanish Harlem.

I really should have a police escort.

I suppose the teacher I'm subbing for

got mugged in the boys' lavatory.

How'd you like to be mugged by a detective?

Maybe they're holding her for ransom.

Anything I could get for you?

I have to get dressed.

- Um-mm. - Mm-hmm.

I don't understand how his aim could be so accurate.

It was one of those old mail order rifles.

The sights weren't even properly calibrated.

Insane people seem to be graced with unexplainable powers.

I read that.

I'll bet you did.

I wonder what guided his hand.

Are you gonna tell me all those people were meant to die?

Oh, come on, Peter.

You're acting like some kind of rookie

who's never been through this kind of crap.

You've heard every story in the book.

I'm driving out to Hempstead to see Martha.

People don't change.

It's really our decision, not hers.

The laws of New York State have grown up.

Anybody can get a divorce.

I think she's ready to be reasonable.

Why don't you try being honest with her?

You really have her believing that I'm the one standing in your way.

Doesn't she know that you sneak off to mass every morning...

like a thief?

Does she know that you confess everything to the priest?

Hey...

Peter.

I'm not out to hurt you, Peter.

I feel sorry for you.

You really believe.

But where is all the joy

it's supposed to put in your heart?

I'll come again.

We'll talk soon.

Did you come here to ask me for something?

You want everything to stay just as it is.

That's fine with me.

But...

what will your girl do when she finds out?

Aren't you afraid that she'll leave you?

It happened before.

Talk to me, Peter.

Is there anything you need?

No.

No.

I'm fine.

No.

Dr. Morello, 361.

Dr. Morello, 361.

Hey, this isn't really in your jurisdiction.

His wife said that he was sitting at home reading a magazine.

He suddenly got up, went down to the supermarket,

took a knife, and started stabbing people.

John?

Why did you do it?

Take your time, John. I know you can hear me.

Why did you attack all those people?

Why did you pick up the knife?

God told me to.

John? John!

Hello.

Don't ask who I am or how I know.

There's going to be another of those killings today.

Hey, who is this?

Hold on a minute.

Pete, get on the line. This is your specialty.

Uh, excuse me, would you repeat that again, please?

Look, He has willed it to be.

Five more will die today along the route of the parade.

The St. Paddy's Day parade?

There'll be five thousand dead drunk, you mean.

Let me take this.

Uh, what do you mean, "he"?

Uh, how does he will people to kill?

You'll see. There'll be one of your own... a policeman.

- Which one? - I don't know.

Maybe he hasn't even been chosen yet, but it's going to happen.

At what time? At what point in the parade?

Sam! Sam!

Get down to the parade.

I'm not supposed to march in the parade.

Come on, there's gonna be a shooting.

I'll be there in a minute.

Listen, get me Sergeant Duff, will ya?

He's on the parade route, 44th Street and 5th Avenue.

Oh, he's there. He marches every year.

Find him, will ya?

Switch the call through to one of the cars.

This is Duff.

Sarge, is there any way of delaying the parade?

Stop the parade, sure.

Somebody's about to go berserk

and shoot some people in the march.

It's gonna be a cop, probably a patrolman.

Yeah, I hear you, but I don't believe it.

Well, follow the march, will ya? Keep your eyes open.

- It's gonna happen. - Duff: Yeah, yeah, okay.

Probably up where the mayor's watching, in front of the TV cameras.

Somebody's trying to terrorize the people in this city

and they're gonna do it in a big way.

We got a tip there's gonna be a shooting.

Somebody in uniform, one of our guys.

Follow the march.