Gun Clicks News Today

[ gun clicks ] >> i calculate i aint going to expose myself to the shakes by getting... by getting in cold water in this cruel, cold climate of yours. so make tracks. >> many will blame me for what im about to do, but posterity, im sure, will justify me. >> [ screaming ] >> i know! >> [ muffled screaming ]

[ gun clicks ] >> i calculate i aint going to expose myself to the shakes by getting... by getting in cold water in this cruel, cold climate of yours. so make tracks. >> many will blame me for what im about to do, but posterity, im sure, will justify me. >> [ screaming ] >> i know! >> [ muffled screaming ]

[clock ticking]. [gun clicks]. conger: theres nothing in your throat. no blood. tom hanks: the ball that passes through booths neck severs his spinal cord between the 4th and 5th cervical vertebrae, paralyzing him from the neck down. john wilkes booth: k, kill m, kill me. conger: we dont want to kill you. we want you to get well. john wilkes booth: [gurgling, gasping] ha, hands. let me, lift them. let me see my hands.

[clock ticking]. [gun clicks]. conger: theres nothing in your throat. no blood. tom hanks: the ball that passes through booths neck severs his spinal cord between the 4th and 5th cervical vertebrae, paralyzing him from the neck down. john wilkes booth: k, kill m, kill me. conger: we dont want to kill you. we want you to get well. john wilkes booth: [gurgling, gasping] ha, hands. let me, lift them. let me see my hands.

♪its a beautiful mornin thank you ♪ahhh, ah ahhh ♪each bird [clock ticking]. [gun clicks]. mary todd lincoln: [sobbing and screaming]. man: whats happening? clara harris: the president is, is shot! mary todd lincoln: [screams]. [crowd screams]. [pounding on the door]. maj. rathbone: back away! ive been stabbed, please. clara harris: help us! someone please, please help us! dr. charles leale: youre in no immediate danger. mrs. lincoln, mrs. lincoln, im dr. leale, a united states army surgeo...

Mrs. mountchessington: miss mary meredith! oh, im delighted. mary todd lincoln: what will miss harris think of my hanging on to you so? asa trenchard: and mothers would go away from a fellow when they found that out, but you dont valley fortune, miss gusty? abraham lincoln: she wont think anything about it. mrs. mountchessington: my love, you had better go. asa trenchard: you crave affection, you do. frederick seward: go back and tell the doctor that mr. sewards son refused to let you see him, i...

Where to go... and how to deal with my uc. to me, that was normal. until i talked to my doctor. she told me that humira helps people like me get uc under control and keep it under control when certain medications havent worked well enough. humira can lower your ability to fight infections, including tuberculosis. serious, sometimes fatal infections and cancers, including lymphoma, have happened; as have blood, liver, and nervous system problems, serious allergic reactions, and new or worsening h...

[clock ticking]. [gun clicks]. conger: theres nothing in your throat. no blood. tom hanks: the ball that passes through booths neck severs his spinal cord between the 4th and 5th cervical vertebrae, paralyzing him from the neck down. john wilkes booth: k, kill m, kill me. conger: we dont want to kill you. we want you to get well. john wilkes booth: [gurgling, gasping] ha, hands. let me, lift them.

Mrs. mountchessington: miss mary meredith! oh, im delighted. mary todd lincoln: what will miss harris think of my hanging on to you so? asa trenchard: and mothers would go away from a fellow when they found that out, but you dont valley fortune, miss gusty? abraham lincoln: she wont think anything about it. mrs. mountchessington: my love, you had better go. asa trenchard: you crave affection, you do. frederick seward: go back and tell the doctor that mr. sewards son refused to let you see him, i...

[clock ticking]. [gun clicks]. conger: theres nothing in your throat. no blood. tom hanks: the ball that passes through booths neck severs his spinal cord between the 4th and 5th cervical vertebrae, paralyzing him from the neck down. john wilkes booth: k, kill m, kill me. conger: we dont want to kill you. we want you to get well. john wilkes booth: [gurgling, gasping] ha, hands. let me, lift them.