he rolls across to her bed and puts something on her night table. sound of change and a rattle of paper. she rolls over and sees he's put about three bucks on the table. plus a can of mixed nuts.
he reverses his wheelchair, also smiling a little, and leaves.
marty i was looking at you.
he points the gun and pulls the trigger. there's only a click. an expression of dismay on his face.
he drags himself so he's half propped against the hall wall. he pulls the trigger again. click! dismay becomes fear.
holding the gun in both hands now, he pulls the trigger a third time. click!