Kevin double-teams Harry, one with his bare fist and the other with the plunger, now with the rubber end coming off and landing somewhere in the hallway. Harry lands on the floor, screaming, holding his hands up for meager protection. Kevin continues to pound away, adding a few kicks into the mix.
He soon stands over Hatchet Harry, his fist and the plunger stick red with blood. Harry’s face is a mask of crimson.
“You can’t do this!” Harry cries out. “You’re a cop! You have to arrest me and give me a trial!”