“You all right there, Frank?” Marty asks. “Pretty far from that, Marty,” Frank says. “We’ll get you patched right up.” “I know you will, Marty. Thanks.” “You sure about that?” Mary Pat pulls the trigger and blows a tunnel from one side of Frank Toomey’s neck to the other. For men used to casual violence, none of them seems to have prepared for this moment. Larry and Weeds just look shocked, mouths agape. Marty screams, “Noooooooo!” as if his heart is breaking for the first time in his life.
