SMIRK
Ok, maybe he’s not so
fine.
OLD MAN
Do you think those are
real live hand grenades he’s carrying?
DANSEN
I don’t know, but I’m
not taking any chances…(walks toward Frank) Excuse
me-(cont)
FRANK
Huh?
DANSEN
(cont)
Mr..er…?
FRANK
Frank,
Grenademan…GrenadeFrank
SMIRK
Right Mr. GrenadeFrank,
we’re going to have to take you in.
FRANK
NO! Not back there! They
locked me away!
DANSEN
Locked you away eh? As
in the nuthouse?
FRANK
That’s right! After
they tampered with my mind!
SMIRK
Well-we’ll just take
you for a nice relaxing drive then, how does that sound?
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