We look straight down on Walt as he tumbles into frame, lying flat on his back on the floor. His eyes stare up at us, lifeless. And yet, his final expression is one of faint satisfaction.
We slowly crane up, up and away from him. Walt shrinks smaller and smaller in frame. Police Officers approach him now — four, six, eight of them. They move cautiously, their guns aimed.
They’re too late. He got away.