They enter he white picket fence gate of a large Grecian home with Johnnie in the lead.He sidesteps a flower bed and approaches the front door on the porch.At Annabelle""s front door, Johnnie spruces himself up - he polishes the tops of his shoes on the backs of his trousers legs and primps.We should know each other for a reasonable time...Lisa (shaking her head): But lieutenant, I""m sorry.It""s impossible.Lieutenant: Impossible?Lisa (nervously and with some agitation): Please don""t ask me to explain, but.[The wilderness isn""t populated with romantic survivalists or enobled, heroic characters as in adventure stories, but sadistic brutes.Clyde shows her his large pistol pointing upwards at hip level, a second phallic symbol of his manhood, as he bounces the wooden match between his teeth.