Leo walks out, leaving his old friends screaming guitar behind. He doesn't look back. The final shot is him on a bus, a one-way ticket in hand. He's heading away from the East Coast. He looks out the window, his face bruised and exhausted, but a small, defiant smile plays on his lips. He finally understands his chess buddy’s angry plea, and his own: Go fuck yourself. Your going back East. Go eff yourself after long stare.
