Jesus, Pogo! Almost spilled my
coffee again! You didn’t like his
hair, or what?
I love Elvis hair. They were
going two damn miles an hour.
But Robby’s eyes have caught something on the monitor.
Let’s roll to this --fight in
As Robby secures that coffee cup, Sharon hits the SIREN
and speeds around the car in front of them.
EXT. CITY STREET -DAY
At the same time, a few blocks away, an OLD, FRAIL MAN is
carrying two plastic grocery bags that are too heavy for
Walking behind this man is a younger man named CATCH
LAMBERT, an attractive man with some scarring on his
face. His eyes, deep down, are haunted by something, but
there is energy in his step. He is dressed in a relaxed
and stylish manner, not expensive. He begins to pick up
his pace to catch up to the old man.
People glance at Catch, nad he glances back in an open
and unflinching way, ready for anything, a smile, a nod,
or --because these are some of L.A.’s mean streets --a
threatening or taunting look. These he also meets
openly, without a trace of fear. The man has been
through some kind of fire, and it has left him different
from us. Outside the usual boundaries.
Catch walks beside the Old Man, glancing at him.
Finally, the man glances back, wondering and suspicious,
but Catch has a slight, disarming smile, open and honest.
Y’know... since we’re both walking
the same way, I could take one of
those bags for you. That way, I
do some upper body work while I’m
walking along. Helps my back.
What d’you say?