As BILL holds a roomful of imaginary enemy at gunpoint. He turns to his band, who imaginarily enter the room behind him. BILL Take care'a these guys. He works his way out of the room, through the imaginary crowd at the door. Zee famous Loyal Marsden, indeed a pleasure.
Bill moves deftly and gracefully.
He dives behind hedges, crawls under cars, pausing from time to time to fire his weapon. Bullets flew around him. As he runs up the steps of a modest frame house, dodging the bullets that still fly around him. He had done his job, done it well, But he paid for it with his brave life. He does a dive through a bush and rolls on to the grass, dying with an angel's demeanor.