Swinson recalls that the ride to the hospital in the back
of the police car seemed never - ending.
Not exact matches
There is a pistol - packing store clerk, an angry Ed driving off to abandon H.I. and then coming back to get him, a speeding
police car turning up at the store, a pack
of neighbourhood dogs chasing H.I, and much more, all accompanied by the Banjo
of Ben Freed and yodelling courtesy
of John R. Crowder, and punctuated by the sounds
of screaming bystanders and gunshot blasts that
seem amplified to sound like cannons.
A member
of the general public will call the
police when they see me break in to a
car, but
seem to turn a blind eye when I shoot someone point blank in the face with a shotgun.
On All Hallows night in Greenwich Village every American archetype, good and bad,
seemed to be out promenading the sidewalks, from superheroes, vampires, clowns, ghouls, trolls, Freddie Krueger and Hannibal Lecter, Uncle Sam, Dorothy and the characters from The Wizard
of Oz, all captured in the slo - mo revolving lights
of police cars.