his head cocked to the side. after a moment his eyes shift.
as he shuts the door. he looks up across the parking lot.
both hands hold the shovel tensed over his shoulder. he stares down at marty. a long pause. we hear a distant rumble.
as he bends over to pick up the shovel, dripping sweat. we hear the shovel biting into earth.
as he straightens up and stands motionless, expressionless, watching marty, making no attempt to get out of the way.
pale and unblinking.
he has dozed off in his chair. offscreen we hear a door slam, and his eyes open.
looking down at the seat. he backs out of the car and walks up the driveway to his house.
standing in front of the back door of his car, watching meurice walk away. his right hand rises into frame to deposit another unlit cigarette in his mouth. offscreen, meurice calls from the end of the drive:
driving. he is gently lit by the light from the dashboard. he reaches forward to turn off the radio. the only sound now is the hum of the engine and the rhythmic clomping of tires on pavement. the look and sound of the scene are close to those of the first scene of the movie.
he looks up in his rearview mirror.
standing in the doorway from the bar, staring down at the fish.
driving. he glances up in the rearview mirror.