Whitey packs up his office. He takes down the pictures and put them into a box. It's 7:30 PM by the clock on the wall. At least continuity got something right this episode. Nathan walks into Whitey's office holding the Life List and says, "So you're just going to quit, huh? Five hundred games and walk away." Whitey kids, "You were in the library." That is, until Nathan hands him the piece of paper -- ah, I see, they needed the records to see how many games Whitey's coached. Now, it makes sense. Whitey says, "The temperature must have dropped in hell." He takes the piece of paper, sees what it is, and then continues, "I promised Camilla I'd win five hundred games and walk away." Pause. "We were going to grow old together." Nathan doesn't even skip a beat: "You're already old, Coach." Heh. Like mother, like son. He continues, "Besides, who's going to yell at me, huh?" Whitey: "I'm not supposed to yell at ya, Nathan, you're supposed to learn things." Nathan argues, "But what fun would that be? You love to yell at me." Whitey continues to pack up as he shouts, "I do not!" Nathan shouts, "Yes! You do, you love to yell at me, and I love to make you yell." And right on cue, Whitey shouts, "Well, if you'd listen to me once in a while, you knucklehead." Point proven, Nathan nods. And then he says, "Not many coaches win five hundred games." Whitey points out that not many high school coaches win that many games. Do you know why? Because they move on to bigger and better things: to games that matter. He tears up. Nathan calls Whitey's bluff: "That's a bunch of crap, Coach, and you know it. These are the games that matter. They matter to kids who are just trying to figure themselves out, figure out who they're going to be." Pause. "The other day you asked me if you made a difference, and you have, at least with me." Nathan starts to leave, but before he goes, Whitey says poignantly, "Son, at some point you've got to do it on your own." With equal emotion, Nathan says, "Yeah, at some point, but we both know I've got a long way to go." He gets all choked up as he says, "Just don't give up on me." Woda's got tears in his eyes, that old softie -- ah, we love you, Whitey, don't go! You make a difference to us! You totally do.
Dan races toward Deb in his asshole-mobile. He leaves a message telling her that he's coming over, he wants to talk to her.
The montage music starts again; it's a record, the second one tonight. Usually they just save this stuff up for the end.