Mick Foley is backstage, heartbroken. Bret and Owen walked by, and stopped to talk with him.

"Hey, Mick, why so down?"

"I... I just can't get over last night. You put your trust in me, and I failed."

Owen nudged his brother aside as he sat next to Mick and put a hand on his shoulder. "Mick, nobody could have seen Vince coming."

"I should have! He's been one of my most trusted friends, ever since those interviews on Raw! I should have known! But I didn't, and I failed you."

"Mick, that doesn't matter. What matters is that you fought the hardest you could, even when the odds were against you, three on one! That's what's really important, and it's what makes you worthy of being part of the Hart Foundation."

"You... you mean?"

"What, did you think that was just a one night deal? When you're a Hart, you're a Hart till the end."

Owen and Mick hugged as the scene faded out.