Locals

"Help me!" he shouted as he threw the door open, out of breath with his face covered in fresh blood.
The drinkers inside paid him no attention.
"They're after me!" the man continued as he entered.
The drinkers drank and read their newspapers, or did anything they possibly could to avoid eye contact with the man.
"You want a drink?" the barman asked.
"No, I need help. Phone the police!"
"If you don't want a drink I'm going to have to ask you to leave."