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CHAD (O.S.) Hey, you missed a spot.
Walt looks up to see handsome CHAD smirking down at him. young master Chad is tickled pink. This is his Beemer, by the way. Chad's girlfriend stands in b.g., giggling into her cell phone. Whispering just loud enough to be heard.
GIRLFRIEND phone) Oh -- my -- God. to believe •••
(into
Ohmigod. not going
You are
She cups a hand over her mouth, turns away. Walt says nothing. He needs this job. Off him, scrubbing harder •••
INT. NISSAN SENTRA - DRIVING - EVENING The speedometer vibrates at 86. Walt is alone in the car, speeding home. Tired and dirty. He's swallowed a lot of anger today. It's way down deep, but it glows inside him. The needle creeps up to 91. Things rattle and shake. Walt's eyes fix on something ahead. Walt's POV -- through the windshield, it's a straight shot down the freeway. A mile ahead of us is a TRIPLE OVERPASS. It's a graceful, swooping thing made of ribbons of white concrete. It rises up out of the flatlands as we approach, dwarfing everything for miles around. Walt studies it. He lets off the gas a little. Cars crawl the overpass, over and under each other. Endless strings of white headlights, red taillights. This giant structure routes them in every direction a person can travel. Something about it distracts Walt. Occupies him. Walt coasts underneath it all, staring up at it through his sunroof. Once he's past it, he speeds up again. He eyes it in his rearview mirror, then leaves it behind. EXT. WHITE HOUSE - EVENING Walt's Sentra chugs into the driveway, parking behind a shiny new VOLVO SUV. Staring at the Volvo, Walt is not happy. WALT Oh, shit.
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