Jad Abumrad

Sarah Jane actually says he looks directly at her and he waves.

He waves to the crowd and everyone starts applauding and cheering.

Now, right at that moment,

Sarah Jane reaches her right hand into her purse.

And pulled the gun out of my purse.

A .38 caliber revolver.

She cocks it, and then she takes aim right at Gerald Ford's head.

And then... My God.

My God, there's been a shot.

There's been a shot.

But...

The bullet flies a few feet to the right of Ford, chips the wall behind him.

Ford freezes in place.

Sarah Jane... Never planned to take a second shot.

Now she's just still standing there.

With my hand still in the air holding the gun.

Looking over the smoking barrel of the gun, and she's got enough time if she wants it, but...

Before she can take that second shot, the blonde man behind her lunges at her, grabs her gun arm, pulls it down, and deflects it for just that crucial second that these police officers nearby need to get to her.

They tackle her, they take her gun, and they pin her to the ground.

So I couldn't move.