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ERIC walks into the office and sits at his desk and begins to clear his things out into a file box. The guard stands at the door. Eventually ERIC’S sympathetic yet still energetic immediate superior, WILL EMERSON comes to the door.
WILL EMERSON
Hey.
ERIC
Will.
WILL EMERSON
I’m very sorry.
ERIC
Are you still alive?
WILL EMERSON
For now.
ERIC
Congratulations.
WILL EMERSON
It’s a total bloodbath.
ERIC
I heard.
WILL EMERSON
If there was anything I coulda done, you
know I woulda done it.
ERIC
I know.
WILL EMERSON
Well...
ERIC
One more thing... Who was it?
WILL EMERSON
Eric...
ERIC
Was it Rogers?
WILL EMERSON
You know me. I’m not gonna say...
ERIC
Robertson?
WILL EMERSON just looks back at him in silence.
ERIC (cont’d)
That cunt. I knew it. I never should have
gone to her last year.
WILL EMERSON
Look it wasn’t anyone. It’s just bad
luck. Right....?
ERIC
Yeah.
WILL EMERSON
Good luck.
They look at each other with respect but do not shake hands as WILL EMERSON starts to leave the office.
ERIC
Will?
WILL EMERSON
Yeah.
ERIC
You know I was just in the middle of a
bunch of shit here that someone should
really take a look at.
WILL EMERSON
Eric, they are telling us that everyone
has got to get out of here and leave
everything behind. While we appreciate
your concern, this is not your problem
anymore. Alright? Good luck.
ERIC looks straight ahead as WILL leaves the office. He packs up the last of his things, which does not take long, then stands and gets ready to walk out. He looks around and heads out into the cubicle area.