All is Well That Ends Well

Suppose a man, any man, decides to keep a policeman in the corner of his eye, then slowly start peeling one layer of deportment after another, a little faster, and faster, adding intensity to the look, until it's a full-on stare, a string of abrupt double-takes at an increased pace and odd face angles, until only naked suspicion is left in the way between the policeman and the supposed man. What happens then? Perhaps a new bond is established, perhaps a new kind of life is about to begin. It is better for everyone to assume a role, so that the world can continue to be understood.