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INT. BEDROOM -- DAY

We open on a dark bedroom. We can see a little light through the curtains, but the curtains are drawn. Asleep in the small bed is ERNIE FORSYTH, a 50-something year old man with a rough five o'clock shadow and salt and pepper-tinged hair. He groans, and rolls over to his side. His eyes open. Almost as soon as his eyes open, the alarm clock goes off.

ON THE ALARM CLOCK

It says 8:02.

BACK TO BEDROOM

Ernie groans and reaches over and turns it off.

ERNIE
I always wake up right before my alarm goes off. It's not that I'm excited or happy about getting up and going to work, I assure you that. It's more that I dread it. Which is another motivation all to itself.

Ernie gets up and stretches. He walks into the--

INT. BATHROOM -- DAY

--bathroom, and turns on the light. He starts washing his face.

ERNIE
I can tell you right now that I'm not a happy man. But then again, who is?

Ernie starts brushing his teeth. He then gets in the shower.

ERNIE
Don't get me wrong; I'm not suicidal or anything. I just feel that something's...missing. And I feel that I'm too old at this point to change my life in any significant way.

INT. KITCHEN -- DAY

Ernie is cooking some bacon on a skillet. He stops and walks into the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAY

Ernie walks over to the fishbowl and feeds them.

ERNIE
So I bought some fish for companionship. Oh, sure they don't talk much. But then again, I don't like people who talk much. Gives me a headache. It's ironic, isn't it? The people who talk the most are the people who have the least to say. I'm not a big talker around people.

Ernie walks back into the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN -- DAY

Ernie is walking back to the stove.

ERNIE
Which means I have alot to say. Alot of meaningful stuff to say. I just don't know how to say it. I never have known.

Ernie reaches the oven, and looks at the bacon. It's burnt. He picks up the skillet and throws it against the wall.

ERNIE
Goddamnit! Motherfuckin' piece of shit! I can't leave you alone for two seconds without you fucking burning!

Ernie stops, and takes a deep breath. He looks at the small hole he made in the wall.

INT. FRONT ENTRANCE -- DAY

Ernie is at the front table of the apartment putting on his watch and his coat.

ERNIE
Excuse me. I just get so frustrated sometimes. I feel like my life is at a standstill, and there's no turning back at this point. I'm stuck where I am.  That's what I loved about being young-your life could take any detour you chose, and it was never too late. I chose what I chose when I was younger and lost a big fucking hand in the process.

Ernie opens the front door, and walks out.

EXT. FRONT WALKWAY -- DAY

Ernie steps out on his front porch, and breaths in the fresh air.  He coughs viciously. His breath is visible, telling us how cold it is out there. He walks toward his car parked in the parking lot.

ERNIE
You may ask how I get through everyday. Well, I ask myself the same thing sometimes and I never answer myself. It pisses...myself off. Anyways, I'm sure you've felt the same way at some point in your life so stop asking me so many fucking questions.

Ernie gets in his car and pulls out of the parking lot.

EXT. PARKING LOT -- DAY

Ernie gets out of his car and begins walking toward a fast-food restaurant. A dirty homeless man is sitting on the curb. Ernie stops behind him and watches for a second. The homeless man is crying softly. Ernie's frustrated face turns into compassion. He pulls out his wallet, and hesitates for a second. He then takes a bill out. He walks over to the homeless man.

ERNIE
How you doing? Cold outside, huh?

The homeless man wipes his eyes. Ernie drops the bill on his lap. Ernie stands there for a second.

ERNIE
Keep the change.

Ernie walks away. The homeless man looks on his lap--it's a hundred dollar bill. The man's eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face. He stands up and looks back--

HOMELESS MAN
God bless you, sir.

--but Ernie's gone.

INT. FAST FOOD RESTAURANT -- DAY

Ernie walks in the front door of a fairly busy fast-food restaurant. He approaches the counter. A gangly TEENAGER is at the register. He's smiling effortlessly.

TEENAGER
How are you doing today, sir? Welcome to Whattaburger. What can I get for you?

ERNIE
Do you actually like your job? You seem way too happy. You're not supposed to be happy at work. Don't you know that?

TEENAGER
Sir, I don't know what you mean.

ERNIE
Forget it. You're young. You'll see what I mean in a few years. Anyways, what do I want?

Ernie looks at the menu on the wall.

ERNIE
So many choices, such diversity. Do I want a burger or chicken? Well, what do you recommend?

TEENAGER
Ummm, I'm a vegetarian.

ERNIE
Well, that's convenient. I'll tell you what, just let me get the number four with no tomatoes. Is that a good choice?

The teenager is obviously befuddled.

TEENAGER
Ummm....yeah?

ERNIE
Yes, okay. Make it a number four. Make sure there's no tomatoes on it. I hate tomatoes on a burger. Makes the bread all soggy.

TEENAGER
Okay.

The teenager rings him up on the cash register.

TEENAGER
That'll be five dollars and fifty-seven cents, sir.

ERNIE
I think I can manage that.

Ernie hands him a ten dollar bill, and the teenager gives him his change. The teenager walks away to get Ernie's food. As he's walking away, Ernie shouts--

ERNIE
Oh, and let me get some bacon on that!

The teenager comes back with the food on a tray, and slides it across to Ernie.

TEENAGER
Enjoy.

ERNIE
Oh. I'll try.

Ernie walks away with his tray of food, and sits at a small table. He eats a few french fries, and takes a sip of his drink. He then opens up the foil wrapper, and takes his burger out. He takes a bite of it.

ERNIE
Mmmm...what a burger.

He takes another bite, and starts chewing. He pauses for a second. He then pulls the top bun off, and looks at it. No bacon.

ERNIE
You piece of shit.

Ernie gets up and walks to the counter.

TEENAGER
Yes, sir?

ERNIE
What the fuck are you trying to pull, huh? What are you looking out for my health or something, you little piece of shit?

TEENAGER
Excuse me?

ERNIE
No, I won't excuse you, you cock-sucking piece of shit! Where the hell is my bacon?

The teenager is getting a little scared.

ERNIE
You heard me! I asked for bacon, you thumb-dwiddling twat!

TEENAGER
I'm sure I didn't hear you...you ordered a number four. The bacon double cheeseburger is number five...sir.

ERNIE
I told you bacon, you little piss ant! Don't be trying to pull that shit one me! I'm not like these other stupid-ass customers you deal with, son! I'm a tomahawk aimed at your tiny little brain!

TEENAGER
Sir, I'm very sorry. Maybe I didn't hear you.

Ernie points at him.

ERNIE
I want bacon, and I want it now. Can you wrap your head around that complex concept? Or should I draw you a fucking picture?

TEENAGER
I'm very sorry. I'll get you one with bacon. It won't happen again.

ERNIE
You're goddamned right it won't happen again. 

The teenager walks away, and walks back with another burger. Ernie grabs it out of his hand, opens the wrapper, and looks at the burger. There's bacon on it.

ERNIE
That's what I thought.

Ernie starts to walk away, and the teenager calls out to him.

TEENAGER
Sir, the bacon cheeseburger is a dollar more.

Ernie stops dead in his tracks, and chuckles softly. He turns around, and walks up to the counter.

ERNIE
What did you say to me?

The teenager is petrified, and doesn't utter a sound.

ERNIE
What the fuck did you say to me?!?

We see an older man farther behind the counter take attention to the yelling. He looks over at Ernie and the teenager. It's the MANAGER. He walks over.

MANAGER
What seems to be the problem here?

ERNIE
Problem? Your problem at this piece of shit establishment is incompetence. And, even worse, greediness. And you're the one behind it.

Ernie points at the manager.

ERNIE
Yeah, you.  I know exactly what's going on here. You think I'm stupid, do you? Well, think again! 

MANAGER
Sir, just calm down.

ERNIE
You'd like that, wouldn't you, you fat piece of shit!!

Ernie just got really loud. Everybody in the restaurant gets very silent, and looks at Ernie.

MANAGER
Get out!

The manager points towards the door. Ernie slowly walks away. He picks up his burger that's sitting on the table.  He then shouts to the teenager.

ERNIE
So...how do you like your job now?!?

Ernie throws the burger at the manager. It splatters all over his shirt. Ernie turns around and runs out the front door.

EXT. PARKING LOT -- DAY

Ernie gets out of his car. He leans against the car for a minute, as if he's catching his breath. He stares into space, as if reflecting on what just occurred. He begins walking slowly.

EXT. SIDEWALK -- DAY

Ernie walks onto a busy sidewalk with many people. He bumps into a man.

MAN
Oh, excuse me.

Ernie looks at him. He takes a breath.

ERNIE
It's okay. Don't worry about it.

Ernie begins walking off, but the man stops him.

MAN
Hey, I recognize you.

Ernie stops and looks at the man. The man is rubbing his chin in thought.

MAN
Yeah, you're that guy. I've seen you on T.V. You own that gun shop, right? The one right down here on the corner. Yeah, I've seen your commercial.

ERNIE
Yeah. Ernie's Gun Superstore.

MAN
Yeah. Man, I love your store. Besides Denny Carter's selection, you've got the best.

Ernie is about to say something, but stops.

MAN
On your way to work?

ERNIE
Yes, I am. You know, we're going to be a sporting goods store.

MAN
Oh, really? I didn't know that.

ERNIE
Yeah. Oh yeah. Big time.

MAN
Big time, huh?

ERNIE
We'll have everything you need for your hunting trip and more. You a big hunter?

MAN
Not particularly, but it's alright.

ERNIE
Well...as soon as you see our renovated store, you'll be an avid hunter.  That's right, Ernie's Big Time Sporting Goods store. You'll love it.

MAN
Sounds interesting. Well, look. I've got to get going, but it was great to meet you. I'll stop by your store sometime.

ERNIE
Alright. You do that.

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

We are seeing Ernie's commercial for his gun shop on a television. Ernie is dressed up in a flashy suit. There are ribbons all over the store, and some of the guns are wrapped in ribbons. Ernie speaks fast like a typical salesman.

ERNIE
Tired of paying high prices for high quality firearms and ammunition?  Tired of prices being jacked up? Tired of not being able to find the type of gun you're looking for? Well, look no further! Ernie's Gun Superstore is unveiling its wrapping paper and cutting prices twenty-five percent! That's right, you heard me. Twenty-five percent! Noone beats those prices but Ernie.

Ernie walks over to a gun, and takes some scissors out of his pocket. He cuts the ribbon off.

ERNIE
It's Christmas time for all gun lovers and hunting extraordinaires! So come on down to Ernie's Gun Superstore this week and plan that hunting trip you've been putting off because of high prices! If you can find a better price anywhere else, I'll give you a free gun. That's right, absolutely free. Free guns are good, aren't they? Everyone loves a free gun. So hurry up while sales are lasting, and come see Ernie!  We've got the best customer service in the area! I guarantee it! Always willing to help at all costs. Low costs, that is.

We then see the gun store on the TV, and an announcer's voice comes on.

ANNOUNCER
Ernie's Gun Superstore is located at 5th and Chestnut street right across from Whattaburger. So come see Ernie, and get the best customer service in the area!

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie walks into the gun shop, looking very tired and depressed. He walks behind the counter, and starts punching on the cash register. He turns on the TV and sits on the stool behind the counter. Just then, a bell rings. A man walks in the door.

MAN
Thought you opened at eleven o'clock. It's twelve-thirty.

ERNIE
Yes, sir. We're supposed to open at eleven, but sometimes I don't make it on time.

MAN
I don't think your manager would be too happy about that.

ERNIE
I'm Ernie. I can open anytime I want to.

MAN
I don't think it's good for your business to be so unreliable on what time you're supposed to open. Do you?

ERNIE
Look, man. Can I help you with something?

The man takes a deep breath.

MAN
I'm looking for a gun.

ERNIE
Uh-huh. I realize that. What kind of gun?

MAN
A hunting rifle.

ERNIE
Okay. Let's see what I can do for you.

Ernie gets up and walks over to a gun and picks it up off the rack.

ERNIE
This is a very good hunting rifle. The best. It also happens to be very affordable. If you don't want to pay that much, I have one that's a step down...but almost equally as effective.

MAN
What's the price on it?

ERNIE
Five hundred and thirty-nine dollars...plus tax.

MAN
I knew this place was a rip-off.

ERNIE
Excuse me?

MAN
I just went down to Denny Carter's Guns and Sporting Goods. The same rifle was three-hundred and eleven dollars there.

ERNIE
Really?

MAN
Yeah. That's right.

ERNIE
Well then...why don't you go to FUCKING DENNY CARTER'S AND BUY THE FUCKING GUN, YOU SACK OF WORTHLESS SHIT?!?

MAN
Maybe I will.

ERNIE
Get the hell out of my store before I kick your goddamn ugly teeth in, bitch!

The man walks quickly towards the door and opens it. He turns back to Ernie.

MAN
Your store sucks, anyway.

Ernie runs after him, but the man runs faster. Ernie stops at the door. He sticks his head  out and says-- 

ERNIE
And don't come back! Ever! You hear me?!? You just got banned from the best fucking gun store in the country, you sack of shit! 

Ernie walks back into the store. He sits down on the stool behind the counter.

INT. STREET -- NIGHT

Ernie pulls up his car to the curb outside a condominium building. He gets out of the car, and walks up to the door. He rings the doorbell, and waits for a second. He rings it again. Nothing. He begins knocking.

ERNIE
Mom!

Just then, the door opens and Ernie's mom, HAZEL appears. She's elderly and looks like she has trouble walking.

HAZEL
Ern. I didn't expect you so early.

ERNIE
Well, surprise surprise.

Hazel gives him a hug and kisses him on the cheek.

HAZEL
I've been expecting you, just not so early.

ERNIE
Well, the store was kindof slow today. I figured I'd close a little early to come and see you.

HAZEL
Oh, Ernie. You shouldn't close your store early. It's bad for business. You should open and close at the times you advertise.

ERNIE
Mom, don't worry. Noone else was coming.

HAZEL
Oh, alright. Your old mom doesn't know anything.

ERNIE
That's not what I said.

HAZEL
Well...come on in. Come in.

INT. HAZEL'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Ernie walks in the house, and Hazel shuts the door behind him.

ERNIE
You hungry?

HAZEL
I could eat. You must be starving, are you!

ERNIE
Yeah, a little bit. I'm gonna cook us some spaghetti. Sound good?

HAZEL
Oh, that sounds delicious. Suddenly, I'm very hungry. You know I love your spaghetti.

Hazel starts coughing violently. Ernie's facial expression is concern.

INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT

Hazel is sitting at the table. Ernie is at the stove cooking the spaghetti.

ERNIE
Alright, Mom. It's almost ready.

HAZEL
Well, it smells fantastic. So, how's the store?

Ernie is silent for a second.

ERNIE
Well, you know it's a tough transition. Running a gun shop is one thing.  Running a sporting goods store is entirely different. It's an entirely different beast all together. There's many more items to stock, to keep track of. But it's going well so far. I'm handling it pretty well I think.

HAZEL
Well, I'm very proud of you. 

Ernie is taken back by what she said. He stops cooking and faces her.

ERNIE
Why are you so proud of me?

HAZEL
Well, you've realized your dream. Of turning your store into more than a gun store. You've worked hard to achieve it. I know you have. It took a lot of hard work, and I'm just very proud of you for sticking to your guns, no pun intended, and accomplishing what you set out to do.

Ernie looks guilty. He turns back to his cooking.

ERNIE
Alright. Dinner's ready.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT

Hazel is sitting at the kitchen table. Ernie is taking a few pills out of a pill bottle. He goes to get a glass of water, and walks over to the table.

ERNIE
Okay, Mom. Let's take your pills.

He hands Hazel the pills, and she puts them in her mouth. Ernie hands her the glass of water, and she takes a sip. Ernie walks over to the stove, and serves two plates.  He walks back to the table and sets the plates down.

ERNIE
Bon appetit.

HAZEL
It looks great, Ernie.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT

They are almost finished eating, but still working on their plates a little bit.

HAZEL
You know, Ern, I still think you should hire some extra help. It'd be a good idea.

ERNIE
Mom, we've talked about this before. I don't need any help. I can manage the store myself. It's not very big and I like it that way. Just me, nobody else. It's always been like that.

HAZEL
Well, not always.

ERNIE
You know what I mean.  It'd just be too difficult for me to have someone else in there running the place with me. I just don't think I can do it.

HAZEL
I understand, sweetie. Do what you'd like.

Hazel pats Ernie on the head.

HAZEL
I just want you to be happy. Some company might help.

ERNIE
I know you mean well, but I really like it better by myself. It's just more...peaceful. It allows me to think better.

INT. BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Ernie is helping Hazel to bed. She sits on the bed.

HAZEL
Whooo. Everyday it's getting harder to move by myself, Ern. I don't know what I'd do without you. I really don't.

She looks at him with loving eyes, and puts her hand on his cheek.

HAZEL
My loving boy has grown up into a compassionate, loving man. I'm so happy for you.

This comment obviously makes Ernie a little uncomfortable.

ERNIE
Let's get you into bed, Mom. You need your rest.

Ernie tucks her in.

HAZEL
So, I'll see you tomorrow?

ERNIE
I'll be here.

HAZEL
Do me a favor and don't show up early tomorrow. Keep the store open as long as it's supposed to be open. Promise?

ERNIE
Yeah, I promise, Mom. Now get some rest.

Ernie kisses her on the cheek, and begins walking out of the bedroom. He turns the lights out.

ERNIE
Goodnight, Mom.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING -- NIGHT

Ernie pulls his car into a parking lot of an apartment building. He gets out and locks the door. He starts walking toward the building when a man, MANNING ROBERTS, appears. He's walking his dog on the sidewalk.

MANNING
Ernie! How's life going, brother?

ERNIE (stuttering)
Manning. Pretty good. Can't complain. Well, I can but you don't want to hear that.

MANNING
No, I don't. I've got enough of my own shit.

ERNIE (stuttering)
Don't we all.

MANNING
You should see someone about your stuttering problem.

Ernie looks at the dog. The dog growls at him.

ERNIE (stuttering)
No, it's okay. It doesn't happen often. Just when I'm...

MANNING
Do I make you nervous or something?

ERNIE
No.

Ernie looks at the dog again.

ERNIE
I gotta go.

MANNING
Alright. Goodnight.

INT. APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Ernie walks in the front door and flips on the light switch. He hangs his coat up and walks into the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT

He pulls out a bottle of scotch and takes a shot straight from the bottle.

ERNIE
Ahhh!

He then puts some ice in a glass, and pours some scotch over it.

INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT

Ernie is sitting on the couch watching the television. He's sipping on his drink and looking as if he's about to fall asleep. He grabs the remote control, and is about to change the channel. He stops, and his eyes widen.

ON THE TV

A luxurious, humongous store full of sporting goods and equipment. Talking to the camera is a 60-something year old man with white hair. His voice is very calm and charismatic as he speaks. He is DENNY CARTER.

DENNY
Hello. I'm Denny Carter, owner of Denny Carter's Sporting Goods Megastore.  We have everything you need, from firearms to sporting good equipment to canoe equipment to camping equipment. In other words, we have everything you need.

All of the sudden, his voice gets very energetic.

DENNY
We even have women!

Five half clothed women walk on the screen, and begin hugging on Denny.

DENNY
And this weekend, we're cutting our prices by fifty percent! What's that? You can't hear me? I said fifty percent off on anything and everything in the store! We've got everything you need! Don't be shy!  Come on into your local Denny Carter's Sporting Goods Megastore and see what I'm talking about! See it for yourself because once you go Den, you always win!

An ANNOUNCER's voice comes in as the TV is showing the outside of the humongous store.

ANNOUNCER
Look up your local listings to find one of our 367 locations across the area. Remember, when you go Den, you always win.

BACK TO LIVING ROOM

Ernie is sitting on the couch, dumbfounded.

ERNIE
That lucky bastard. 

Ernie slams back the rest of his drink, and turns off the television.

INT. BEDROOM -- NIGHT

Ernie walks over to the bed and sits on it. He picks up his alarm clock and presses a button.

ON THE ALARM CLOCK

It says 8:02.

BACK TO BEDROOM

Ernie presses a button.

ON THE ALARM CLOCK

It switches to 9:02. Pause.

BACK TO BEDROOM

Ernie looks like he's thinking. He presses a button again.

ON THE ALARM CLOCK

It switches to 10:02. Pause. It switches to 10:13.

BACK TO BEDROOM

Ernie sighs and lays down in the bed. He turns the lamp off, and goes to sleep.

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie walks through the front door of his store. It's raining very heavily outside. We can hear the thunder and rain beating heavily down on the roof.  Ernie takes off his raincoat, and hangs it on a hanger in the closet. He walks to the back of the store into an office.

INT. OFFICE -- DAY

Ernie sits down at his modest desk in the office. It's a small office the size of a large walk-in closet. He sits in the chair, slumped over. The bell rings, signaling someone has walked in the door. Ernie peers through the open door of his office. It's a young, LATINO MAN who looks a little bit suspicious to say the least. He's got a long trenchcoat jacket on. Ernie looks at him for a minute, hesitant. Ernie decides to walk into the store.

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie walks in, and walks up to the man.

ERNIE
Can I help you, sir?

LATINO MAN
Si.

ERNIE
Uhh...no habla anglais?

LATINO MAN
No habla anglais.

ERNIE
Well...that might make it kindof hard for me to help you. See, this is America. And we speak English. Not Latinish. I'm sure you can find a Spanish gun retailer somewhere on the streets with all the other low-lifes. Go on, get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.

The latino man pulls out a gun quickly and points it at Ernie's face.

LATINO MAN
Dame todo tu dinero!

ERNIE
What? What did you just say? No comprende, amigo.

LATINO MAN
Ahora, puta.

ERNIE
How are you going to rob a gun shop? Are you just really fucking stupid or something?

LATINO MAN
Yo contare hasta diez.

ERNIE
What? No comprende, hombre. I already told you no habla espanol.

The latino man cocks the gun, and shoves it in Ernie's face.

LATINO MAN
Uno...dos....tres...quatre...

ERNIE
Oh! Now I comprende. Okay, amigo. You win.

The latino man shoves Ernie to the register.

LATINO MAN
Ahora! Ahora!

ERNIE
Alright, alright.

Ernie takes the money out of the register. He puts it on the  counter.

ERNIE
Oh, I'm sorry.

Ernie reaches under the counter and grabs a bag. He puts the money in it.

LATINO MAN
Mas!

ERNIE
Excuse me?

The latino man grabs Ernie by his collar, and drags him out from behind the counter. He kicks him in the ass towards the office. He shoves him a few times until they're at the office.

INT. OFFICE -- DAY

The latino man pushes Ernie into the office. Ernie almost falls over the desk. Ernie is exacerbated and breathing heavily. His face has grown a beet red.

ERNIE
You son of a bitch.

The latino man points at the bookcase against the wall. Then he rips it down, throwing books all over. The bookcase is on the floor. There's a safe in the wall behind it. The latino man grabs Ernie and throws him against the safe. He then picks Ernie up and sticks the gun in his mouth.

ERNIE
Uh-huh. Okay.

Ernie begins putting in the code to the safe. He opens it, and there's a healthy amount of money in it.  The latino man sweeps all the money into his bag. He then punches Ernie, and runs out. Ernie's eye looks a little black and he has some blood trickling from his nose.

ERNIE
Thanks alot, you SON OF A BITCH!

Ernie falls against the wall, and slides down.

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie is showing two police men out the door.

ERNIE
Thanks, guys.

POLICE MAN
Like I said, this guy sounds like the same guy who robbed the South Orchard Bank just last week. I'm sure we'll catch him. These type of guys usually are too damn stupid to last too long.

ERNIE
Oh, yeah. Thanks again.

The policemen walk out. Ernie looks up at the clock on the wall.

ON THE CLOCK

It says 12:30.

BACK TO GUN SHOP

Ernie sighs.

CUT TO:

EXT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

We see Ernie hang up a HELP WANTED sign.

EXT. STREET-GUN SHOP -- DAY

We see Ernie's car peel out quickly from the gun shop, and speed down the street.

INT. HAZEL'S KITCHEN -- NIGHT

Ernie and Hazel are sat down at the table eating dinner.

ERNIE
I thought you'd be happy.

HAZEL
I am, Ern. I am. I just think you really could use a little help around the store.

ERNIE
Yeah, maybe.

HAZEL
The company will do you some good, too. You can't just sit by yourself all day, staring at the wall. You need some good old human interaction. Or else you forget how.

ERNIE
I'm still not excited about having someone else there. I enjoy my own company.

HAZEL
Well, I'm glad. But everyone needs people. It's just human nature. You can't live without other people. 

ERNIE
I have you.

HAZEL
I know, sweetie. And I have you.  But we need more than that. You know that.

INT. GUN SHOP-OFFICE -- DAY

Ernie is sitting in his office, doodling on a piece of paper. The bell rings. Ernie peers out his office. He sees HANS BLACKWELL, a 40-something year old man. Hans speaks with a German accent.

HANS
Hello? I'm inquiring about the job opportunity.

Ernie gets up. He hesitates, and walks out of his office.

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

ERNIE
Ernie Forsyth. How are you?

Ernie puts out his hand, and Hans shakes it.

HANS
Hans Blackwell. I'm here about the job.

ERNIE
Oh. The job. Of course.

HANS
I came by yesterday looking for a gun, actually. Me and my son want to go on a hunting trip. My wife's not too excited about it, let me tell you. But I came by and you were closed.

ERNIE
What time?

HANS
About 3:00. Aren't you'll open until 5:00?

ERNIE
Emergency. I had to shut the place down early.

HANS
Oh. Well, anyway. I saw the help sign in the window, and it just so happens that I need a job. So...here I am.

ERNIE
Okay. Well...why don't we go back in my office and let's talk for a few minutes.

HANS
Sure.

They walk back into Ernie's office.

INT. GUN SHOP--OFFICE -- DAY

Ernie pulls a chair up for Hans.

ERNIE
Have a seat.

HANS
Thank you.

Hans sits down. He looks down on the piece of paper and sees Ernie's doodlings.

ERNIE
So. How do we start? Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself.

HANS
Well, I'm 43 years old. I'm married with a six-year old son.  I come from Germany.  I was working at Smithfield Manufacturers, but their business isn't so good. So I was laid off with about three hundred other people.

ERNIE
Sheesh.

HANS
Yeah. It was tough on everybody.

ERNIE
I bet. When was that?

HANS
About a year ago, give or take a few months.

ERNIE
So it's been awhile. What have you done for money?

HANS
Uhh...

ERNIE
I'm sorry. That's personal.  I'm not good at this. I've been running this place by myself for the past five years.

HANS
You had employees before then, or have you always worked by yourself?

Ernie is silent.

HANS
I'm sorry. Now I'm getting personal. It's none of my business.

ERNIE
No, it's okay. Don't worry. No harm done. I mean, what kind of hours are you looking for?

HANS
As many as possible.

ERNIE
Hard worker, huh?

HANS
I like to think so. But once you have a family, it's about them. And I'll work as hard as I have to to support them.

ERNIE
When can you start?

HANS
Well. As soon as you'd like, I suppose.

Ernie is contemplating.

ERNIE
Do you want to start now? Would that be okay?

HANS
Umm...sure. I can. I just have to call my wife and let her know. One more question, Mr. Forsyth. If I may?

ERNIE
Shoot.

HANS
What's my pay going to be?

ERNIE
Oh. Sheesh. I hadn't really thought about that. I don't know. Ummm...hmmm...

Ernie is thinking.

ERNIE
Ten....eleven...

Ernie looks at Hans expression.

ERNIE
Thirteen dollars an hour?

HANS
Oh. Fantastic. Thank you so much, Mr. Forsyth.

Hans stands up. Ernie then stands up. Hans sticks his hand out, and they shake hands.

HANS
Is there a phone I can use?

ERNIE
There's a pay phone out front if you'd like to use that.

Hans pauses.

HANS
Okay.

Hans walks out the office, and begins walking towards the door.

ERNIE
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What am I thinking? You can use this one.

Ernie motions towards the phone that's on his desk. Hans stops, and turns around.

ERNIE
Like I said, I'm not used to having extra help around here. I'm not used to letting people use my phone.

HANS
Oh. Well, thank you, Mr. Forsyth. I'll just be a minute.

ERNIE
I'll just...uh, I'll just step out. Knock yourself out.

Ernie walks into the store, and sits behind the counter. Hans picks up the phone and begins dialing.

HANS
Hey, honey....Terrific. I got the job...Yeah, I know...I start today, so I won't be home until about six probably...

Ernie is listening to the conversation, watching Hans. He actually looks a little sad.

HANS
Tell Peter I love him and I'll see him tonight...I know...It's really fantastic, isn't it?...I love you. Goodbye.

Hans hangs up the phone, and Ernie turns away and faces the television, pretending he wasn't listening. Hans walks in.

HANS
Okay. So, what would you like me to do?

ERNIE
Umm, I hadn't really thought about that. You want to watch TV? I mean, there's not really too much to be done right now.

Hans is surprised.

HANS
Uhhh, sure.

ERNIE
You can get a chair from the office. They're pretty comfortable.

HANS
Okay.

Hans gets a chair, and pulls it up. Ernie begins to say something, then stops. He hesitates again, and decides to speak up.

ERNIE
You know we're converting into a sporting goods store, right? Did I tell you that?

Hans looks away from the TV, and looks at Ernie.

HANS
Is that right? No, I did not know that.

ERNIE
Oh yeah, oh yeah. Big time. And you can say that you were here when it happened.

HANS
Ernie, that's fantastic. When is the remodeling going to start?

Ernie hesitates.

ERNIE
Well, you know how these things take time. We'll just have to see.

Hans turns back to the TV.

HANS
That's great.

ERNIE
Yeah.

Ernie takes a deep breath, and sounding unsure, he says..

ERNIE
Yeah.

Uncomfortable silence. Hans is appearing restless.

ERNIE
Hey. You want to go have a drink or something?

Hans looks back at him.

HANS
Excuse me?

ERNIE
I said do you want to go have a drink or something.

HANS
Now?

ERNIE
Sure. I can close the store for a few hours. I own the place, remember?

Ernie gets up, and grabs his jacket.

ERNIE
Don't worry. I'll still give you the hours.

HANS
Alright. Sure.

Hans smiles. Ernie smiles back at him.

ERNIE
Let's go.

INT. BAR -- DAY

Ernie and Hans are sitting at a table near the bar. The waitress walks up to the table.

ERNIE
I'll have a Dewar's on the rocks, please.

WAITRESS
And for you, sir?

HANS
Oh. I'll just have a coke with a little ice, please.

The waitress walks away to fetch their drinks.

ERNIE
Just a coke? 

HANS
I don't drink. Not anymore.

ERNIE
But you used to.

HANS
Yes. Very much.

ERNIE
What made you quit?

HANS
My son being born.

Ernie studies Hans for a minute.

ERNIE
You know, I find that really honorable. 

HANS
You have kids?

Ernie doesn't answer. The waitress walks up, and puts their drinks down.

HANS
My dad is....I should say was a heavy drinker.

ERNIE
They all seem to be these days...except for you, obviously.

HANS
My dad was never around much. Too busy going to bars, going out with women. The usual. Yours?

ERNIE (sternly)
I don't want to talk about it, okay?

Hans is taken back by Ernie's annoyance at the question.

HANS
I'm sorry to intrude, I was just making....

ERNIE
I said drop it! Did you not hear me the first time?!?

Hans face turns into shock.

HANS
I'm sorry. I think there's been a mistake.

Hans gets up, and begins walking towards the door. Ernie grunts, and stands up.

ERNIE
Hans, I'm sorry, okay?

Hans stops.

ERNIE
Look, I didn't mean to yell at you.

Ernie walks over to Hans, and he turns around.

ERNIE
The truth is...I was robbed yesterday. The store got robbed, and I really need someone to help me out.

HANS
Why didn't you tell me that?

ERNIE
I thought it might scare you away.

HANS
I've worked in gas stations and liquor stores. You thought wrong.

ERNIE
Look, I'm sorry. I'm not really good with people, and sometimes I get ahead of myself. Look, I'll raise you.

HANS
Raise me?

ERNIE
Fifteen dollars an hour. Just so there's no hard feelings.  I didn't mean it, okay? You seem like a really good guy, and I'd....I can't believe I'm saying this. I'd like to work with you. Besides, I need the company. I talk to myself sometimes I'm so bored in that place.

Hans takes a deep breath. 

HANS
Okay. Maybe it was my fault. I shouldn't have asked something that was personal.

ERNIE
No, no. It's okay, Hans. It was all my fault. You were just trying to make conversation. That's what people are supposed to do, right? Make conversation.

They sit back down at the table.

ERNIE
I can just be an asshole sometimes, that's all.

Ernie holds up his drink to toast.

ERNIE
Here's to us.

Hans toasts him.

HANS
To us.

ERNIE
And our business partnership.

They sip their drinks.

HANS
Ernie?

ERNIE
What's up?

HANS
I need to ask you a favor.

ERNIE
Shoot.

HANS
Well...my wife is a substitute teacher.

ERNIE
Really?

HANS
Yes, and she has a class to teach tomorrow. The problem is we can't leave Peter alone all day.

ERNIE
Is Peter your son?

HANS
Yes, that's my son. I was just wondering if you'd mind that he come into work with me tomorrow. He's a very well-behaved boy, and he won't get into things or disturb any customers.

ERNIE
Sure, by all means.

Hans is surprised by Ernie's answer.

HANS
You mean that?

ERNIE
Definitely. Here's one thing people don't know about me, and that they can't know. I'll let you in on a little secret, though.

HANS
Okay.

Ernie motions for Hans to come closer. Hans leans in, and Ernie whispers into his ear.

ERNIE (whisper)
I'm a sucker for kids.

HANS
I wouldn't have guessed that about you.

ERNIE
Oh, and they love me too. You'll see.

HANS
Well, thank you very much.

ERNIE
My pleasure.

Pause.

HANS
Well, I've had a good time, but I should be getting home. My wife starts to worry.

ERNIE
Yeah, sure.

Hans stands up, and sticks out his hand. Ernie stands up and shakes it.

HANS
Well, I'll see you tomorrow. And thank you for giving me this opportunity.

ERNIE
De nada. See you tomorrow.

Ernie watches Hans walk out the door. He motions the waitress.

ERNIE
Could I have another one, please? Fill it up a little more than the last one.

WAITRESS
Sure, sweetie.

EXT. PARKING LOT-GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie pulls up his car beside the gun shop. He sees that Hans and PETER are outside.

ERNIE
Shit.

Ernie gets out.

CUT TO:

EXT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie walks up to Hans and Peter.

ERNIE
I'm really sorry. Sometimes I oversleep. It's my fault.

HANS
It's okay. This is my boy, Peter. Say hello to Mr. Forsyth.

Ernie kneels down.

ERNIE
Hey, Peter. I'm Ernie Forsyth.

Peter doesn't reply.

HANS
Don't be rude, Peter. Say hello to Mr. Forsyth.

PETER
Hello.

HANS
He's just a little shy, that's all.

ERNIE
No worries. I'm a little shy myself, Peter.

Ernie unlocks the front door.

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

They walk into the front door, and Ernie flips on the television.

ERNIE (to Peter)
You want to watch some TV?

Peter nods his head. Ernie hands him the controller.

ERNIE
Here. Watch whatever you want.

ERNIE (to Hans)
You want to step over here for a minute?

HANS
Sure.

They step away from Peter a little bit. 

ERNIE
I just want to apologize to you again.

HANS
Oh, no. You don't have to do that. It's water under the bridge.

ERNIE
Okay.  Well, I'm going to tell you the truth. We don't get too busy around here, if you haven't noticed. The days are pretty boring. I just bide my time until we close. Which I have a tendency to do early. I guess everybody's shopping at Denny Carter's place. Ever since it opened up we've been slower.

HANS
Alright.

ERNIE (to Peter)
What you watching, Peter?

PETER
Cartoons.

ERNIE
Cartoons. I love cartoons.

Ernie goes over to Peter, and watches the television with him.

PETER
Really? My daddy hates them.

ERNIE
He does?

Ernie looks at Hans. Hans smiles.

ERNIE
Well, they're my favorite thing to watch.

PETER
Aren't you too old for cartoons, Mr. Forsyth?

Ernie and Hans laugh.

ERNIE
Probably. But that doesn't mean I can't still like them. Does it?

PETER
No.

HANS
Hey, Peter. Why don't you tell Mr. Forsyth about our fishing trip?

PETER
Me and Daddy went fishing and I caught two fish.

ERNIE
You did? That's terrific. I'm terrible at fishing.

PETER
Daddy didn't catch any.

Ernie laughs.

ERNIE
Well, not all of us can be great fishers. Some people got it, some people don't.

PETER
Yeah, I got it.

ERNIE
Sounds like you do.

Ernie turns towards Hans.

ERNIE
Wow. You're a really great dad. What dad's take their sons fishing these days?

HANS
I try to be, Ernie. I wanted to be the father I never had. You know what I mean?

Ernie nods his head.

PETER
We're gonna' go hunting. Mommy doesn't want us to, though. She's afraid I'll get hurt.

ERNIE
Well, Mommy's can be like that. She's just worried about you, that's all. It's not that she doesn't want you to have fun.

PETER
Yeah. I guess so.

HANS
Hey, Ernie.

ERNIE
Yeah?

HANS
I asked my wife last night if it'd be okay, and we'd like you to join us for dinner tonight at my house.

ERNIE
Really? Oh, I couldn't...

HANS
Please. We insist.

PETER
You should come have dinner with us, Mr. Forsyth. Please? 

ERNIE
Okay.

PETER
My mom's a really good cook.  

A MAN walks through the front door. Hans stands up, and walks over towards him.

HANS
How are you doing today, sir?

MAN
I'm fine. How are you guys doing?

HANS
We're good. Can I help you with anything in particular?

MAN
I actually came here for something in particular. Thank you, though.

HANS
You're very welcome.

The man walks up to the counter, and points at a gun.

MAN
Can I see that one?

ERNIE
Sure.

Ernie picks a small pistol off the wall, and hands it to the man. He studies it.

ERNIE
That one's actually ten percent off. We're getting a new line of that particular gun in next week. I could hold one of them for you if you'd like. 

MAN
No, that's okay. I'll take this one. I can't afford to pay the top dollar prices.

ERNIE
Okay. Well, you've made a good choice nonetheless. It's a great quality gun.

Ernie rings him up.

ERNIE
And your total is two-hundred and seventy-three dollars. And I'll just need to see a permit as well, please.

The man hands him a credit card and his permit. Ernie looks at the permit, and hands it back to the man. Ernie then swipes the credit card and hands it back to the man.

MAN
Thank you, sir.

ERNIE
Thank you.

The man leaves.

HANS
Our first customer of the day.

ERNIE
Could be the last customer of the day as well.

CUT TO:

INT. GUN SHOP -- NIGHT

Ernie is cutting out the lights. Closing time.

EXT. HANS HOUSE -- NIGHT

Ernie is unlocking the door. They walk in the front.

INT. HANS HOUSE -- NIGHT

HANS
Honey, we're here.

Hans wife, SINEAD, walks in.

SINEAD
Hey sweetie.

Sinead kisses Hans, and Peter.

HANS
This is my boss, Ernie Forsyth.

SINEAD
It's very nice to meet you. I'm Sinead.

Ernie shakes her hand.

ERNIE
Likewise. Ernie Forsyth.

SINEAD
Well, boys. Dinner's about ready. 

INT. KITCHEN-HANS HOUSE -- NIGHT

Peter, Hans, Ernie, and Sinead are all sitting down at the table eating.

ERNIE
This is so good. I always do all the cooking, and I'm not very good at it.

SINEAD
Well, I'm glad you like it, Ernie. So...how long have you had your shop?

ERNIE
About ten years.

SINEAD
Really? That's a pretty long time.

HANS
Ernie's going to renovate it.

SINEAD
Are you?

HANS
Into a sporting goods store.

SINEAD
Well, that's exciting. 

An expression of guilt on Ernie's face. Sinead turns towards Ernie.

SINEAD
When are you gonna get that underway?

ERNIE
Well, these things take time. It could be a while yet. Hopefully not too much longer, though.

PETER
Ernie's taking us hunting.

A look of surprise on everyone's face.

ERNIE
I didn't...

HANS
That's a terrific idea, Peter. Absolutely. We should do that.

SINEAD (smiling)
Honey...you know how I feel about you'll going hunting.

HANS
Don't worry. Everything will be fine. I promise.

SINEAD (deep breath)
Okay.

PETER
Yay!

Ernie has a happy, but also sad expression on his face.  

ERNIE
Well. I haven't gone hunting in years.

PETER
Well, I've never been. My daddy's done it a few times with his friends, though.

HANS
It's been awhile for me as well, though.

SINEAD
When are you'll planning this trip for?

Ernie thinks for a minute.

ERNIE
Is tomorrow good for you guys? We'll just close up for a few days. No time like the present, right?

HANS
Sounds good.

PETER
Oh boy. Wait till I tell Matt and Steven about this.

SINEAD
You boys just be careful. Have fun, though.

PETER
We will, Mommy. Don't be silly. Ernie will make sure we're careful.

ERNIE
Definitely.

HANS
So it's done then. We leave tomorrow first thing in the morning.

EXT.-HANS HOUSE -- DAY

Ernie pulls his car to the curb of Hans' house. Hans and Peter are outside packing some things in Hans' truck. Ernie gets out of his car, and begins walking towards them.

ERNIE
You boys ready to do some hunting?

PETER
Yeah!

HANS
Yes we are. I've got all of our stuff almost packed.

ERNIE
We just need to stop by the shop and get a few guns. Top-notch hunting rifles. The beauty of owning a gun shop lies here.

HANS
Indeed. Peter, why don't you go ahead and get in the truck? Daddy will be there in a minute.

Peter gets into the truck.

ERNIE
Your wife's okay with this, right? I don't want her resenting me about this.

HANS
Oh, she'll be fine. She's just nervous, that's all. Once she sees that everything went okay, she'll never be nervous about it again.

ERNIE
Okay. Well, we ready?

HANS
Let's hit the road.

INT. HANS TRUCK -- DAY

The truck is in motion.

PETER
Have you ever been hunting, Mr. Forsyth?

ERNIE
I have. I used to do it all the time.

PETER
Why don't you do it anymore?

Ernie thinks for a second.

ERNIE
I don't really know. I should. It used to be one of my favorite things to do.

PETER
One of my most favorite things to do is go fishing.

ERNIE
Well, I predict that after this trip, hunting will be your priority.

HANS
Peter, you're going to love where we're going. It's a beautiful spot--it's even got a lake.

PETER
Can I go swimming in it?

HANS
I'm afraid not, my boy. It's way too cold for you to go swimming. You'll be sick. But maybe if you like it, we can come again in the springtime.

ERNIE
Or maybe I could take you, Peter.

Hans looks at Ernie. Ernie doesn't notice this.

ERNIE
Hans, it's over here to the right.

Hans turns the wheel. We are looking out the front windshield: we're on a small dirt road surrounded by trees. It's a very bumpy ride.

ERNIE
You can park up here near the lake.

Hans drives for another second, and pulls the truck over on the side of the dirt road.

PETER
Yay! Finally!

Hans turns off the truck, and they all get out of the car. Hans stretches.

ERNIE
Hey, Peter.

PETER
Yeah?

ERNIE
The lake's right over there. Why don't you go check it out?

PETER
Okay.

Peter walks towards the lake.

ERNIE
Let's get the gear out.

Hans opens the back of the truck. Ernie and Hans grab some stuff out of the trunk.

HANS
Are we going to set up the tent here?

ERNIE
Yeah, it's a good a place as any.

Hans takes the parts to the tent out of the bag.

EXT. WOODS -- DAY

Ernie is peering through some trees with his hunting rifle in hand. He spots a deer. He aims his rifle towards the deer. BANG--he fires and hits the deer.

ERNIE
I still haven't lost it.

Hans and Peter walk up behind Ernie.

PETER
Nice shot, Mr. Forsyth.

ERNIE
I've still got the magic touch.

HANS
You're a natural.

ERNIE
Not really. It took me years to get it down pat.

HANS
Really?

ERNIE
You see, it used to be a matter of luck.  Now it's a matter of luck and skill.

CUT TO:

EXT. WOODS -- DAY

Hans is holding a rifle. Ernie and Peter are sitting beside him.

ERNIE
You know what I really like about hunting?

HANS
What's that, Ernie?

Ernie hesitates.

ERNIE
You feel all alone in these big woods. You feel like no one else can find you. But you're searching. Searching for deer, squirrels, whatever. You can find yourself while you're hunting. It's very meditative. I've always had a hard time explaining what it does for me. In the end, I guess it gives me a kindof peace of mind that I couldn't find in the city.

HANS
It's definitely relaxing. Just you, the deer, and the woods. At one with nature. That's what I love about it.

ERNIE
Yeah. I know what you mean.

HANS
Are you having fun, Peter?

PETER
Yeah. When can I shoot the gun?

HANS
Why don't you come over here? I'll help you.

Peter comes over to Hans.

HANS
Put your hands on it like this.

Hans demonstrates for Peter how to hold the gun.

HANS
Now, it's a little heavy so I'm gonna help you hold it, okay?

PETER
Okay.

HANS
Now, you just hold the trigger with your finger like that.

Hans puts Peter's finger on the trigger.

HANS
Now you wait.

PETER
How long do I have to wait?

HANS
Well, until a deer comes along.

PETER
How long does that take?

Hans shrugs.

HANS
Could be seconds, could be an hour. Hunting is about patience.

Ernie is watching them and smiling.`

HANS
And if you don't have patience, my boy, I'm afraid hunting isn't for you.

ERNIE
Just like fishing, Peter. How long did you have to wait before you caught a fish?

PETER
Forever.

ERNIE
And sometimes you could catch one in five minutes. It's always different. You just have to wait for them to come biting. But that's what's fun about hunting. It's a bonding experience for us macho guys.

Hans laughs.

PETER
What's bonding?

ERNIE
The same thing as when you go play with your friends. You're bonding. You're getting to know them better and having fun with them.

HANS (whispering)
There's one, Peter.

A deer is crossing the field in front of them slowly.

HANS
Now just pull back on the trigger slowly.

Hans puts his finger on Peter's. The deer looks straight at them and runs away.

PETER
Awww! He ran away!

HANS
He spotted us.

ERNIE
It's alright, Peter. Don't worry. Sometimes you win some, sometimes you lose. It's all fair game in hunting. 

EXT. CAMPGROUND -- NIGHT

Ernie, Hans, and Peter are sitting around the fire at their campsite.

ERNIE
You know, this was a really good idea.

HANS
I'm glad we did it.

PETER
Me too.

ERNIE
It just...feels good to be outside, breathing the fresh air; to be out of the city. You know what I mean?

HANS
Works for me.

Peter yawns.

HANS
You getting tired, little fellow?

PETER
Yeah.

Peter puts his head on Hans' shoulder and closes his eyes.

ERNIE
Looks like he's down for the count.

HANS
Yeah. It's past his bedtime.

Ernie yawns.

ERNIE
You know, I think it's getting past mine too.

Hans yawns and laughs.

HANS
I think it's getting past all of our bedtimes.

Ernie gets up.

ERNIE
Alright. I'll see you in the morning. Are you going to bed?

HANS
I think I'm going to sit out here for a few minutes. I'll be hitting the sack shortly, though.

Ernie begins to walk to his tent.

ERNIE
Alright, then. Goodnight.

HANS
Goodnight.

EXT. WOODS--LAKE -- DAY

Ernie is sitting at the foot of the lake looking out. Peter begins walking slowly behind him. He puts his hand on Ernie's shoulder. Ernie jumps and looks back.

ERNIE
Oh, Jesus, Peter. You scared the shh...stuffing out of me. What are you doing up so early?

PETER
I don't know.

ERNIE
You don't know?

Peter sits down beside Ernie.

PETER
I heard you get up and I couldn't fall back asleep.

ERNIE
Is your father awake?

PETER
No. He's snoring.

Ernie laughs.

ERNIE
Your dad's a big snorer, huh?

PETER
Worse than mommy. Sometimes  I can't even sleep because of them snoring.

Ernie chuckles again.

ERNIE
Well, I can't say anything because I'm a big snorer myself.

PETER
You are? I didn't hear you.

ERNIE
Probably because your daddy snores louder so you couldn't hear me.

PETER
Yeah. I guess so.

Silence.

PETER
Mr. Forsyth?

ERNIE
Yeah?

PETER
Can I ask you a question?

ERNIE
Of course you can ask me a question. What do you want to know?

PETER
Why are you so sad?

Ernie is shocked by the question.

ERNIE
What do you mean?

PETER
You just seem sad.

ERNIE
You think I'm sad?

Peter nods his head. Ernie breaths heavily.

ERNIE
I guess I am a little sad, to be honest with you.

PETER
Why?

ERNIE
Well, it's hard to explain. I'm at an age where I don't feel like my life's over, but....almost like that. I'm too old to change my life very drastically now, and that saddens me. Do you know what I mean?

PETER
Yeah, I guess so. But you've got a cool job.

Ernie laughs.

ERNIE
Yeah, it's not bad. But maybe I'm just a sad person. I'm not miserable or anything, Peter. I'm just a little bored.

PETER
Yeah, I know what you mean.

ERNIE
You do?

PETER
When I go to school, I get super bored.

ERNIE
School's important, though. If you don't do well in school, you might be sad later in life because you were limited to do other things.

PETER
Yeah. That makes sense.

Peter stands up, and skips a rock into the lake.

PETER
I'm gonna go wake up my Dad.

ERNIE
Okay.

PETER
Are you coming?

ERNIE
No. I think I'll just sit here for a little while. But you go ahead. I'll be there in a little while.

PETER
Okay.

Peter runs off to get his dad. 

INT. HAZEL'S HOUSE -- NIGHT

Ernie and Hazel are sitting at the dinner table eating.

ERNIE
It was alot of fun. That kid's amazing. He's smarter than any kid I think I've ever met at that age.

HAZEL
I'm glad. I'm really glad. But you know, you were a very smart child at that age as well.

Ernie squints his face.

ERNIE
No I wasn't.

HAZEL
Oh, yes you were. You didn't have the top grades or anything like that, but your IQ test scores were through the roof.

ERNIE
Really? I never even knew I took an IQ test.

HAZEL
Oh yes. Make no mistake. You are a very, very bright individual. 

ERNIE
Surprising. I need to get back to hunting again. I actually haven't had that much fun in a long time. Maybe I'm getting too old.

HAZEL
Don't worry. Age is beauty.

Ernie scoffs.

ERNIE
Sure.

HAZEL
It's true. You'll see.

ERNIE
Well...I'm not seeing that so far. And I'm old.

HAZEL
You will. You have to be the right age to see it. And trust me, you are not the right age yet. You're still young.

ERNIE
I just have alot of respect for Hans--he puts his son in front of everything else. He's just....a great dad.

HAZEL
I know you don't like to talk about your father...

ERNIE
You're right-I don't. So let's not. When he went to jail and out of my life, it was for good. Let's just enjoy our supper and forget about it. Okay? How is the chicken parmigian, anyway? You like it?

HAZEL
Very good.

ERNIE
I remember when you used to make me chicken parmigian. It was the best.

HAZEL
I think yours is better.

ERNIE
No.

HAZEL
Yes.

ERNIE
No, you're just saying that cause I'm your son and you have to. You don't really think that.

HAZEL
No. I'm saying that because it's the best damn chicken parmigian I've ever had in my life.

Hazel smiles at Ernie. He smiles back.

ERNIE
Wow. 

INT. ERNIE'S HOUSE-LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT

Ernie is sitting on his couch watching T.V. He's drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey. In fact, he's pretty much chugging it.

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie is sitting behind the counter. Hans walks in.

HANS
Sorry I'm late. My wife's sick.

ERNIE
So?

Hans looks at Ernie in shock.

ERNIE
Is that my problem?

Hans doesn't say anything.

ERNIE
Well...is it?

HANS
No.

ERNIE
Then why the fuck do I care?

HANS
Ernie...

ERNIE
What?

HANS
I said I was sorry. It won't happen again. I promise you. I figured you wouldn't show up on time so...

ERNIE
Look, let me get something straight with you. I am the manager. I own this place. I can do whatever the fuck I want to when I like.

HANS
I'm just saying...

ERNIE
You're supposed to be here on time. Now get the fuck out of here.

HANS
Excuse me?

ERNIE
No, I won't. You're fired.

Ernie points towards the front door.

ERNIE
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Hans doesn't move.

ERNIE
NOW!

HANS
Fine. As you wish.

Hans leaves. Ernie stares at the front door.

ERNIE (whispers)
I'm sorry.

EXT. HAZEL'S HOUSE -- DAY

Ernie pulls his car up to the curb outside of Hazel's house. There's an ambulance out front. Ernie jumps out of his car, and sprints up front. A police officer steps out.

POLICE OFFICER
Look, you can't go in there.

ERNIE
That's my mother's apartment. I can go in there.

POLICE OFFICER
You're her son?

ERNIE
Yeah. I'm Ernie Forsyth. I just said it was my mother's apartment.  What happened?

The police officer hesitates.

POLICE OFFICER
Your mother had an accident. 

ERNIE
What kind of accident?

POLICE OFFICER
She fell down the stairs.

ERNIE
Is she gonna be okay? Is she alright or what?

The police officer hesitates again.

ERNIE
Answer me, damnit! Is she going to be okay?

POLICE OFFICER
'Fraid not. She had a pretty hard fall, Mr. Forsyth.

ERNIE
Is she dead?

Ernie is getting teary-eyed. The police officer takes a deep breath.

POLICE OFFICER
Yes. She's dead. I'm so sorry, sir. There was nothing we could do for her.

Ernie is speechless. He turns around, and sprints down the sidewalk.

POLICE OFFICER
Hey! Where you going?

EXT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie sprints up to his gun shop.

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

Ernie walks in the front door. He walks over to the rack of guns, and picks one out. He proceeds to take some bullets and load the gun. He points the gun at his head. He squints his eyes, and hesitates. He decides to put the gun in his mouth.

EXT. GUN SHOP--PARKING LOT -- DAY

Gunshots-BANG-BANG! Ernie is shooting the gun in the air. A cop pulls up, and gets out of his car. Ernie looks back at the cop, and shoots the air again.

COP
What the hell are you doing?

ERNIE
Practicing.

COP
You know it's illegal for you to be shooting off guns like that? Now put it down.

Ernie shoots again.

ERNIE
Yes. I am aware that it's illegal, officer.

COP
Alright, if you shoot that thing one more time, I'm placing you under arrest. You got that?

ERNIE
What?

COP
Just put the gun down.

ERNIE
Okay.

Ernie begins to put the gun down, and swiftly brings it back up, firing another shot into the air.

ERNIE
Fuck you!

Ernie drops the gun. The cop runs over, and tackles Ernie. He places the handcuffs on him.

INT. JAIL CELL --NIGHT

Ernie is sitting in a holding cell with other derelicts. An officer walks up, and opens the cell.

OFFICER
Forsyth?

ERNIE
That's me.

OFFICER
Someone's posted your bail. You're out.

Ernie looks surprised. He slowly gets up. He walks out of the cell. As he's walking, he looks over his right shoulder. Being taken in handcuffs into another cell about fifteen feet away is the man who robbed Ernie. The man looks at Ernie.  Ernie grins slightly.

EXT. POLICE STATION -- NIGHT

Ernie steps out of the police station. Hans is standing there. Ernie stops, and takes a deep breath.

ERNIE
Oh God.

HANS
I heard what happened. I'm truly sorry.

ERNIE
I'm so sorry, Hans. I don't know what came over me. I freaked out.

HANS
Don't worry about it. I forgive you. But you need to forgive yourself.

ERNIE
I know.

HANS
You ready to go home?

ERNIE
Definitely.

INT. CAR -- NIGHT

Ernie is sitting quietly in the passenger seat of Hans' car.

ERNIE
Do you want your job back?

Hans sighs.

HANS
No, Ernie. That's okay. 

Hans smiles at Ernie.

ERNIE
I really am sorry. Something just came over me. I just...last night, I went to visit my mom. I cooked for her, we ate and everything. I was triggered though--she mentioned my father. That's a really sore subject for me.

HANS
Why?

Ernie sighs.

ERNIE
When I was ten years old, my father murdered my uncle.

Hans looks at Ernie.

HANS
Jesus Christ, Ernie.

ERNIE
They put him in jail for life.

HANS
I didnt' know.

ERNIE
It's alright. How would you? Anyways, I just get out of control when someone mentions him. I don't know why. Subconciously, I think I turn into him when he's mentioned. I loved my dad dearly when I was a little boy. Sure, he lost his temper sometimes. But he never hit me or my mother. He never got along with his brother though...or much of anyone else for that matter. But when he murdered him and went to jail...

Hans looks back at Ernie.

ERNIE
...I decided I'd never speak with my father again, or ever be like him. But in some ways, I turned out just like him. Ironic, isn't it?

Hans is speechless.

ERNIE
Like I said before, I'm sorry. Something just came over me. I couldn't control myself. 

HANS
Don't worry about it. Let me just get you home.

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INT. CAR -- NIGHT

Hans pulls up to the front of Ernie's apartment.

HANS
You gonna be okay?

Ernie hesitates.

ERNIE
You want to come in for a minute?

HANS
Sure. I can come in for a minute. I can't stay long, though. My wife's really sick. She's pregnant again.

Ernie turns to Hans.

ERNIE
Really?

HANS
Really. Yep, we're really happy.

ERNIE
That's great, Hans.

HANS
I know. So I'm not going to work for the next few months. I have enough money saved so I can do that.

ERNIE
Well...if you need a job at the end of those few months, don't hesitate.

HANS
I won't. Thank you.

ERNIE
Let's go. 

Hans turns off the car.

INT. ERNIE'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Ernie and Hans walk in the front door.

ERNIE
I want to show you something.

HANS
What is it, Ernie?

ERNIE
Over here.

Ernie walks over to the table in the living room. He opens the drawer, and pulls out a picture.

THE PICTURE

Ernie with his arm around a woman.

BACK TO LIVING ROOM

ERNIE
That was my wife.

HANS
You were married?

Ernie nods his head.

ERNIE
She died.

HANS
Oh, man. I had no idea. I'm so sorry.

ERNIE
You want to know how it happened?

HANS
Sure, Ernie. Tell me.

Tears are starting to fall softly from Ernie's eyes.

ERNIE
I've never told anyone about this. But I feel like...like I can confide in you, Hans. Can I confide in you like a brother?

HANS
Sure you can.

ERNIE
Well, we were trying for a kid. We had been trying for years. It was her idea to open a sporting goods store, by the way. Not mine. Anyway, she had clinical depression. When we found out that I was impotent...she killed herself.

Ernie wipes his eyes.

ERNIE
Oh, Jesus.

HANS
I'm so sorry, Ernie.

ERNIE
I blame myself.

HANS
Don't. You can't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault.

ERNIE
All she ever wanted...was a baby. And I couldn't give it to her. I couldn't give her shit.

HANS
But you said she was clinically depressed, Ernie. What she needed was some therapy....

ERNIE
She was in therapy. But I guess in the end it just didn't help, you know? And I miss her so much. Every day, all day. There's never a day goes by that I don't think about her. Think about her and what could have been. But it's ancient history. I just can't seem to...to let go of her, you know?

HANS
You don't have to let go of her. You just need to move on. I'm sure that's what she'd want you to do. She'd want you to be happy.

ERNIE
Yeah. I guess you're right. 

HANS
Can I ask you a question?

ERNIE
Yeah.

HANS
Is that why you've warmed up to my boy so much?

ERNIE
I like your son. I think he's a great kid. You're very lucky.

HANS
Thank you.

ERNIE
I just want what you have, you know?

HANS
No hard feelings. I understand. And you can have that, Ernie. You just need to try.

ERNIE
Okay.

Silence.

HANS
Well, look. I'm gonna go home and get some rest. You should do the same. I'll stop by and visit you at the store.

Hans begins to leave. 

ERNIE
I will. And Hans?

Hans turns, and faces Ernie. 

HANS
Yeah?

ERNIE
Thank you.

Hans smiles.

HANS
Don't mention it. See ya around.

Hans leaves.

FLASHBACK-ON THE TV

INT. GUN SHOP -- DAY

It's a commercial showing on the television. Ernie is standing there with his wife from the picture in the gun shop--a sign behind them says GRAND OPENING.

ERNIE
Good morning, everyone! I'm Ernie, and this is my wife Sheryl. And this is Ern and Sheryl's Gun Superstore, opening this Saturday in the Dimshaw area. We've got everything you're looking for, from hunting rifles to BB guns. Anything, and everything you could want relating to guns.  So come for our grand opening this Saturday...that's right, you heard me. This Saturday. First hundred customers get ten percent off their purchase.

SHERYL
We've got the best prices around, and we can't be beat. Our competitors wish they had the prices we do. So do yourself a favor and  come on down and see us this Saturday.

INT. BOOKSTORE -- DAY

Ernie walks into a busy bookstore, full of people skimming through magazines, reading and purchasing books, and drinking coffee at the coffee stand. Ernie steps into the aisle of magazines. He picks up a GUNS AND AMMO magazine, and sits down at the bench. He begins skimming. He looks up, and sees a man he recognizes skimming a magazine.  It's DENNY CARTER from the commercial. Ernie's jaw drops. He slowly rises up from the bench, setting the magazine down on it. He slowly walks over.

ERNIE
Excuse me?

Denny doesn't look up from his magazine.

DENNY
Yes?

ERNIE
You're Denny Carter, aren't you?

Denny looks up at him.

DENNY
Yes I am. And who may you be?

ERNIE
Ernie. Ernie Forsyth.

Ernie puts his hand out. Denny puts down his magazine and does the same.

DENNY
Denny Carter. Do I know you or something?

Ernie is silent for a minute.

ERNIE
No, sir. No you don't. But you're somewhat of an idol to me.

Denny chuckles.

DENNY
I am?

ERNIE
Yes sir. See, I own a gun shop. Ernie's Gun Superstore. Maybe you've heard of it?

Denny thinks and slightly shakes his head.

DENNY
Can't say that I have. Sorry.

ERNIE
You used to own a gun shop.

DENNY
Yes, I did. Until I realized that there's another market. You know which one I'm speaking of, I presume.

ERNIE
Of course. I've been trying to enter that market for years. I can see the sign above my store--

Ernie puts his hands up and visualizes.

A flashing neon sign says---ERNIE'S BIG TIME SPORTING GOODS SUPERSTORE.

ERNIE
--I have it all visualized.

DENNY
Well, that's terrific. What's stopping you?

Ernie drops his hands.

ERNIE
Don't you think it's a little late now? I'm all washed up. I'm unhappy. It's too late in my life to change it now.

DENNY
It's never too late. You've got to make the future turn into the present. When you look at it like that, it doesn't seem to late. And maybe the reason you're unhappy is that you've never realized your dream. You ever think about that?

ERNIE
Not really.

DENNY
Well, maybe you should. How old are you now?

ERNIE
Approximately fifty-two.

Denny laughs.

DENNY
I was forty seven before I even got the thought of entering that market. You know how long it took me?

Ernie shakes his head.

DENNY
Took me three years of hard work and perseverance. Perseverance goes a long way in realizing your dream.  In fact, there is no other way to go about pursuing that dream. Now look at me. Couldn't be happier. I'm sixty one years old now. Sure, I don't have any kids. I'm not married. But I'm a wealthy man.  Not just monetarily either. A man who pursues his dream and attains that dream is the richest man on the planet. And I encourage you to go after it. It's never too late, my friend. You can take that one to the bank.

ERNIE
I never really...looked at anything that optimistically.

DENNY
Maybe that's where your problem lies.

ERNIE
Maybe.

Ernie is wide-eyed and stargazing.

ERNIE
Well, look.  I don't want to take up any more of your time, Mr. Carter. But I just want you to know that it was a pleasure meeting you and you've really helped me. I can't thank you enough.

DENNY
You're welcome.

They shake hands. Ernie begins to walk away.

DENNY
Oh. And uhhh.....Ernie is it?

Ernie turns around.

ERNIE
Yeah. Ernie.

DENNY
Just don't think you'll ever beat me. I'm king of this industry.

Ernie smiles, and Denny laughs.

ERNIE
I won't forget.

DENNY
Good luck, son.

ERNIE
Hey. Good luck to you as well.

Ernie turns around, and walks out the door. He has a skip to his walk, a certain gleefulness. His smile would light the darkest day.

                     THE END