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Everyone in the shop was absolutely aghast to see the menacing figure of Leroy, still dressed in his dirty tuxedo, bloody bandage taped across his face, weilding a revolver and standing in the doorway with Alan, reluctantly by his side; it was all too unreal to believe. Katie, Ennis, Raquel and Jack were frozen completely motionless. Peggy Ann was still sitting on Charlie's lap, afraid to breath or move. "Leroy, w-what are you doing here!?" cried Katie, quickly sobering up. "Please, honey, stop aiming that gun at her! You don't wanna to do that!" she pleaded.
"Shut the hell up!" he shouted. "You don't know nothin' bout me?! You think yer better then me 'cause you got pretty clothes and a fancy shop! You ain't shit! None a you are!" Raquel trembled as Leroy wildly gestured with the 45 in his hand then aimed it back at her. "Raquel, you think yer something special! You wouldn't even let me kiss you! Well, whattaya see in that guy!?" he bellowed, looking straight at Ennis and cocking back the trigger. "He's a queer! He cain't love you like I can!" Katie begged, "Leroy, please, t-think of your wife and your lil baby!"
"She ain't my wife!" he screamed. Peggy Ann hiccuped and slipped off her boyfriend's lap. She let out a yelp when she hit the floor. Leroy turned and fired the gun in her direction, missing her and hitting the shop's front window. The window shattered into a million pieces, raining down all over the sidewalk and the inside of the store.
The girls shrieked then Alan lunged at Leroy, grabbing the revolver with both hands and trying desperately to wrestle it away from him. The two men struggled for several seconds when the gun suddenly went off. Alan gripped his chest and sank to the floor face down. The blood pooled around him in a small circle, slowly soaking into his white dinner jacket; the gun lay by his lifeless hand. Leroy stood over him, incredulous to his actions. He began to weep like a frightened child, covering his mouth with his bloody hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Alan ... Alan," he whimpered, hopelessly. Leroy dropped to his knees and picking up the bloody gun, raised it in front of his face. A loud shotgun blast rang out and Leroy fell backward against a small table. The gold vase on the table toppled over, smashing on Leroy's head and spilling pink plastic roses all over Alan and him. Mr. Twist appeared at the rear of the shop, holding a smoking .30-30 rifle. "You folks alright?! That sonofabitch hurt any a' you?! Shee-it! What in the hell happened here?!"