looking at the photo, troubled--
wonders what she's doing there--
watching her go--
he nods to her as the crowd opens a path for him.
working something out in his head. he looks off into the dark and we pan with his gaze--a man steps toward us, barely visible in the darkness. it is charley wade--we're in sam's reverie, in 1957--
intent as he pores over the paperwork--
trying to put it all together.
remembering. music begins as he gets back into the car, pulls away.