Ed Furillo: You OK?
Mitch Robbins: Yeah.
(Mitch and Ed go into the tent to check on Phil)
Mitch Robbins: Phil?
Phil Berquist: Yeah?
Ed Furillo: We were a little worried about you back there.
Phil Berquist: Ah.
(Phil sits down on the stool, Ed and Mitch kneel down in front of him, as he holds the gun, looking down)
Mitch Robbins: Why don't you give me the gun, Phil?
Phil Berquist: Ah, it's OK, I know how to handle a gun.
(Phil begins to unload the gun by pushing the bullets out of the cylinder)
Phil Berquist: . You know being a store manager, you have to be there pretty early in the morning to receive the trucks. You have to be sure the, register totals, match the receiving records... and all the stock is put in the proper place, it's a very... responsible, job.
(Mitch looks to Phil and watches as he unloads the gun nervously, Phil hands it to Mitch when it is completley unloaded, grinning nervously)
Phil Berquist: . Ah, CHRIST!
(Phil begins to sob, and bury's his head on Mitch's shoulder)
Mitch Robbins: (Mitch rubs and pats Phil's back) Hey Phil, come on Philly... It's OK man, it's not that bad...
Phil Berquist: (Phil's head is still in Mitch's shoulder) My life is over! I'm almost 40 years old, and I'm at the end of my life!
Mitch Robbins: Phil, hey.
(Mitch raises Phil up so he is looking at him)
Mitch Robbins: You remember when we were kids, and we were playing ball, and we hit the ball over the fence out of bounds, and we yelled, DO OVER?
Ed Furillo: (grins, remembering) Yeah!
Mitch Robbins: Your life is a do over. You've got a clean slate.
Phil Berquist: I got no place to live. And I'm gonna get wiped out in the divorce because I committed adultery. So, I may never see my kids again. I'm alone. How's that slate look now?