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EXT. VELVET-TOUCH CAR WASH - AFTERNOON This is one of those 60s Googie-style structures -- faded space-age futuristic. young Mexicans dry the cars by hand. INT. VELVET-TOUCH - OFFICE - AFTERNOON Walt's afternoon part-time job. He works the cash register. WALT The CUSTOMER wanders off, re-counting his change. Walt closes his drawer and busies himself with record keeping. AMIR, the middle-aged Persian owner, argues on the phone. AMIR No. Not that is not what I said. What I said to you -- Amir switches to FARSI. The conversation grows more heated. Finally, he barks something and hangs up. He turns to Walt. AMIR -- Eight, nine, ten, and ten makes twenty. Thank you. Come again. Amir, no. We talked about this. Inside only. And only till six. AMIR I'm short-handed, walter. What am I to do? What am I to do? Pissed, Walt unclips his tie, shoves it in his breast pocket. EXT. VELVET-TOUCH CAR WASH - AFTERNOON The sun's sinking low. walt -- master's degree, Inland Empire Science Educator of the Year for '92, '95, and '01 is towel-drying cars alongside the teenage vatos. His slacks and shoes are spotted with soapy water. He's grim. Walt is at work on an anthracite BMW 3-Series. As he hunkers down to Armor-All the tires, we hear: My sister's worthless son -- piece of shit! Shit! Fired for good this time! (sighs; shrugs) I'll run the register. WALT
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