Frank... You finally decided to come back...
Foggy..
You too?
What the hell happened?
Maybe you'd know if you were around to figure it out, right? Might've even gotten here in time. But you didn't. You didn't! You didn't, and now all I can think about is taking that revolver from its sheath and.... Bam. Wh-bam.
Fogs, talk to me...?
Isn't that what we're doing, Frankie? Talking?
Tell me what's going on.
Please.
Fogs?
He drugged me.
What.












