[Hitting the streets is easy after a gunfight. Larry tries to pull his arm out from strong, clamping flappy hands.]
I'm not-!
[The sound of a person yelling and getting crushed sort of falls to the foreground. Traffic stops in all directions. Now it is the old man's turn. He grips Freddy by the arm and starts off in the opposite direction of the hustle and the bustle. One block behind em, two. Three.]
no subject
I'm not-!
[The sound of a person yelling and getting crushed sort of falls to the foreground. Traffic stops in all directions. Now it is the old man's turn. He grips Freddy by the arm and starts off in the opposite direction of the hustle and the bustle. One block behind em, two. Three.]
What the hell're you trying to say?