He looked at me right before I shot him and I keep seeing that look in my dreams. It’s haunting me and I just can’t take it anymore.” Burke pulled out the center drawer and reached for the gun, but before he could grasp it, there was an angry shout from Dean. “Cut!” Dean shouted again. “What’s with you, Burke? You’re supposed to make people weep for you! Get up. I’ll show you what I want here.” Burke looked very embarrassed as he rose to his feet. “I’m sorry, Dean. I don’t know what’s wrong, either. I just can’t seem to get the motivation right. I know Jody’s supposed to be at the end of his rope, but it’s just not working for me.” “Why not? He’s been dealing with guilt for years and it’s taken its toll. He’s also sloshed to the gills. All you have to do is sell drunk and guilty.” “I know. We talked about that, and I thought I could do it, but…” Burke stopped speaking and sighed. “My back hurts and I just can’t seem to get it right.”
