Around dawn, the final reel wound down to a short, unassuming montage: the lot at sleep, a dog sleeping under a tricycle, a streetlight shivering in rain. Intercut were frames of the studio itself: a pay stub, an unpaid invoice, a banquet chair left onstage. The last image held for an impossibly long time—a title card, hand-lettered: "For those who kept watching." Below it, someone had inked a small asterisk and, beneath, in cramped, hurried handwriting: "—and those who stayed."