Thornhill, alone in an open field, breaks into a run, the biplane diving and closing fast. He drops to the ground as the aircraft passes overhead, a spray of bullets landing around him.
Roger spies a stand of corn stalks nearby. He scrambles to his feet to make it to the corn rows. The biplane turns back toward Thornhill’s location as he makes it to the corn.
Hunkered down in the corn, Roger hears the biplane pass overhead. He smiles as he watches the plane recede in the distance.
The biplane lines up to make another run at the cornfield.