Horses roll over themselves, bridges blown up with dynamite, cowboys falling from rooftops. Then, in the convulsion of action, calm sets in, the tension melts away. The last fifteen minutes of "The Wild Bunch" are all like that! Pike and his crew know where the good lies and where the bad is, but they deceive themselves into thinking their outlaw status shields them from the eternal conflict. They need to focus on closing deals. But the morning after the party, they have rotten mouths from alcohol, the prostitute next to them has a newborn baby sleeping in the other room, their clothes reek, and all they have earned are metal plates not even resembling coins. And so they allow themselves to be massacred like dogs, and this seems to be the only thing that truly satisfies them! In Schrader's “The Dealer,” LeTour, the protagonist, kills his girlfriend's murderer and the two thugs in a hotel room and then, wounded in the side, assumes the same position.