Price moves to physically remove Grace. Joan hollers, "And what's it about for you, Grace? Your idea of freedom is a world where everybody agrees with you?" Grace: "You believe in this crap?" Joan says she doesn't know what she believes: "I know Ramsay came in here with a gun! I know people could have died! You, me! You said I think like this because my father's a cop. Like that's bad?" She walks out from behind the podium and keeps shouting: "Yeah, my dad is a cop, and you may think that makes him some kind of pig, but he deals with those guns every day! This is not some political thing for him! This is reality! He's had them pointed at him and shoved in his face and that makes it real for me, too, because every time I hear the cops are someplace and shots are fired, I wonder if I'm ever going to see my father again!" Grace blinks back tears and swallows. Joan: "I --I don't think we should have to live in like, some prison. That sucks! But I do know we have to deal with this! We have to work something out!" There's a shot of Adam, riveted by Joan's passionate outburst. Joan: "Even if it's not what we started believing in the first place." She puts her hands to her head and says, "I know I'm mouthing off, Mr. Enfield, and I can't cite some report to back up my theory -- this is just how I feel!" Worn out, she calms down a bit and apologizes for messing up the debate. She comes down from the stage and runs out of the room down the aisle between the seats. Her mother watches her go.