who now crosses to howard and edna, losing patience with the situation. as he moves closer, howard backs away from him, frightened by his rifle. seeing that, sonny puts it down and looks over to sal for coverage.
who now starts to move quickly toward the front of the bank, being sure to hide behind the posts as he moves.
who rushes through the teller's cages gate toward the register, grabs the smoking register, throws it onto the floor near edna's desk, and starts to stamp it out.
stares at her. for the first time, he realizes how frightened she is, how serious, grotesque, and funny it all is. he takes the time to be tender with her, as though she were a not-too-bright child in the presence of a tragedy she'll never understand.
hearing the crowd applause. he turns and grins and waves to them. they scream more. he turns and waves to the media. they've been yelling.
suddenly realizing what control he has, enjoying it. he turns mockingly his left and his right profile to cameras.
who quickly runs back toward the desk area.
staring at the door. he hears the continued scratching noise and might even see the door knob move.
he comes alert, looks around at sal, nods, and starts for the door of the bank, turns to sal.
as he yells again to leon.
pacing back and forth. they all stare at him. slowly the group shifts to other positions, without a word being said.
he sits, dispiritedly listening to this rap: seeing her in a clear and unambiguous light as before he saw leon: what a waste to live in the company of people like this!
looking at it, at them with mixed feelings.
he turns into the bank.
looking at the will, taking up pen.
looking after them. the rain hitting his face.  the adventure is over. but the everlasting smile overtakes him.