How could anyone abandon a child? But millions of people do it. Millions. God, it's scary. We have home after home filled with kids like James. And we know they'll turn violent. How do I tell the survivors that no one saw it coming? They're out there, Frank.
He's a classic lost child. And there's an army of them just like him... Put up for adoption at one and a half. Never placed... In and out of foster care, reform school, abuse. He essentially raised himself.
We live in a world where too many people won't go far enough, won't do what they know is right, what they believe. I don't know how or why it got this way but the world has become so complicated that to involve yourself in someone else's problems is to invite them needlessly on yourself.
Just because it's hard to imagine or hard to accept, people don't want to deal with this because it's easier to believe that it couldn't really happen.
Yeah, well, you just go right on believing it -- whatever it is -- but when lies pass for the truth, then the whole world will have gone crazy and there won't be a damn thing that matters. Lady, there are things you just don't know.
Yeah. Thinking about my parents, my grandparents -- forty or fifty years ago, they never locked their doors, day or night. We seem to have accepted it so... gracefully, so naturally -- the security systems. We've allowed ourselves to become almost besieged by our own fear.
He takes chances but everything's considered... as if scripted, planned -- what to leave, what to take, what he wants us to see, what he wants others to see. He's leaving a record of the events -- videos, 911 calls, witnesses.
'John Allworth.' The signature... centrifugal, vertical lines, forward expansion. The strokes... forceful, measured, alternating cursive and print. This man's signature's probably been the same since he was old enough to sign it.
That the signer is deliberate. He has focus, but that this is to contain his rage or his anger -- that he can be explosive, prone to outburst or violence.
I was at church Easter Sunday, and the minister was talking about the mystery of faith, and how easy it is to doubt what you can't prove, and how none of us saw the miracle at the Lord's tomb that day, all we had to do was to believe in it hard enough, and it would be true. And that's what faith was. He said that we can't be weak, that we can't dismiss the miracle, that we have to be strong enough to make mysteries real.