Dennis Lindsay: Wanna talk about it?
[Tyrone Corbin shakes his head, stares off]
Lindsay: Tyrone, you see this, all this ****?
[Holds up Jazz win/loss record, and drops it on his desk]
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
Corbin [Softly, still staring off] I know...
Lindsay: No you don't. It's not your fault.
Corbin: [Serious] I know.
Linday: No. Listen to me son. It's not your fault.
Corbin: I know that.
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
[Tyrone is silent, eyes closed]
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
Corbin: [Tyrone's eyes open, misty already] Don't **** with me Dennis. Not you.
Lindsay: It's not your fault.
[Tyrone shoves Dennis back, and then, hands trembling, buries his face in his hands. Tyrone begins sobbing. Dennis puts his hands on Tyrone's shoulders, and Tyrone grabs him and holds him close, crying]
Corbin: Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry Dennis!
[Tyrone continues sobbing in Dennis' arms]