tom, 30, handsome, with an easy smile. charlie, 50, with a tough, red face.
we see, for the first time, by their hats and uniforms, that they are armored car drivers. there's an armored car parked at the curb, on the other side of a low wall of sandbags.
come around the front of the truck. they can't see through the glare of the suburban's bright headlights.
tom squints through the bright light.
charlie sees tom going for his gun. he moves close to tom, half in front of him, putting his hand on tom's.