But Donnelly is faster than Maximoff to intervene. He’s pulling Farrow several feet back, who’s physically ten-times more built than Charlie’s tall, lean stature. “What in the ever-loving…” Oscar is here, racing in from the bathroom. It’s organized chaos. Less unruly than what Eliot incites. Possibly because Farrow, Donnelly, and Oscar are bodyguards, three men with a whole lotta restraint.
