He sees the gun raised, too, and instinctively wants to raise his hands to reach for a weapon, for anything that will defend them against the two men, but though he finds that he's no longer frozen in place, he's stopped short by something. Looking down, he's suddenly struck by the queasy realization that his wrists are now chained to the pool table. Even if there was something close, he couldn't get it.

"Run." He doesn't know what language he's speaking, but it doesn't matter. The intensity in his voice is enough to speak volumes, even if he's speaking a language Charlie doesn't or can't understand. He wants Charlie to get out of here, but even as he's saying it, he's aware of the sound of a shot ringing out, at once sounding very far away and very close. He tries to throw up his hands to protect himself, to protect Charlie, but the chains hold him back, and he struggles futilely.