He sees the half-slumped form of Benson, nursing a warm mug of beer.
Renault, goes over to Benson, and looks at him.
RENAULT
(softly)
Hey, Benson, you okay? Need another beer?
Benson looks up, and takes another swig of beer before answering.
BENSON
Yes, I'm fine, Mr. Renault. Just nursing my beer.
CRASH. Benson has slammed his mug onto the bar, shattering it, and spilling beer everywhere.
BENSON begins to cry.
BENSON
(wailing)
No, no, I'm not, Mr. Renault. I'm not fine in any way, no sir, no way, whatsoever. It's... It's... It's that... that damned girl... Oh, dear god. How there were too many of them. And my life... Oh, how I've ruined it. And yet the world turns on, spinning, and the cross stands still. Oh, how that cross is! And what it's done to this world... Fuck god. Fuck this...I should go. I'm sorry, Renault. I didn't mean to offend you.
