no more talk, steve. You're going to talk us into a grave! You'd let whatever's out there walk right over us,wouldn't yuh? Well some of us won't!
[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 children, men standing in front of wives. Charlie slowly raises the gun. As the figure gets closer and closer he suddenly pulls the trigger.
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 forward on his face. Don, Charlie, and Steve race forward over to him. Steve is there first and turns the man over. Now the crowd gathers around them.]