Maple Street, U.S.A, late summer. A tree-lined little world of front porch gliders, hop scotch, the laughter of children, and the bell of an ice cream vendor.
He walks over to the car, gets in it, turns the key. Beyond it we see the crowd watching it from the other side. Steve starts the engine it turns over sluggishly and then just stops dead. He tries it again and this time he cant get it to turn over,. Then, very slowly and reflectively he turns the key back to off and then slowly gets out of the car. As they stare at Steve. He stands for a moment by the car then walks toward the group
He swings the gun around to point it toward the sidewalk the dark figure continues to walk toward them The group there fearful, apprehensive, mothers clutching their children, men standinf in front of their wives. Charlie slowly raises the gun as the figure gets closer and closer he suddenly pulls the trigger. the sound of it explodes in the stillness There is a long shot looking down at the figure who suddenly lets out a small cry stumbles forward onto his knees and then falls foward on his face