As the bank robber robs, his heart fills. A passion for the thrill and for the inexplicable rush of the soul. As the actor acts, his heart too fills. A passion for the dramatic and for the enrapturing ability to play pretend. Time washes and erodes the body but not the soul of these two. They have found their reason to live until they can’t. The last bank, or the last act, won’t be a tragedy, but a testament. No chains can hold, no role is too large; they will be remembered. And maybe that is enough for an Old man and his gun.