Mayor Webb undoubtedly keeps a sharp eye on them with his field specs from the chopper. The mob thins out as the unamused slip away to wobbly barstools and mixed drinks. The cops feel a little ballsier now that the numbers are ironing out. They decide to push the kids back onto the sidewalk, and they march through, clubs holstered, shouting orders. No one resists and the street is cleared.
Someone throws an empty at the paddy wagon oozing through.
More counting coup for the brave. But then suddenly some action. Another arrest, some long-haired freak, screaming hysterically. So I'm shouldering through the booing mob on the run, panting, a phone to one ear, trying to squeeze off a shot of the arrest one-handed. Caught me completely off guard.