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This medium close-up makes the previous shot look like a red herring: this is our guy after all – the chieftain, or perhaps the tribal shaman. The old wise man is framed by his satellites: the penitent thief is borderline out of frame but sharper (all meanings attached), the impenitent one is soft and armed with a cigarette. The magus fixes his jacket with his right hand to keep the left well covered, ready to move. Some worry beads keep on turning, like a clock without hands. Time for action.