doyle pulling himself to the top of the wall. lisa, stella and the two men below, looking up. lisa is white-faced and frightened.
doyle reaches the top of the wall, looks up at jeff.
doyle reaches for his service revolver. he doesn't have it! he looks down, and calls one of the detectives back.
looking down at the two detectives from doyle's point of view. creel grabs for his gun expertly. the holster breaks away. it is in his hand and with a deft movement he tosses it upward.
doyle catches it, turns up to jeff's apartment.
lisa kneels down, cradles jeff's head in her lap. there are tears in her eyes. her clothes are disheveled and her dress torn. her hair is disarranged. but withal, her face is as beautiful as ever, with love.