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TONY MONTANA (ON TV) COME AN' MEET MY LEETLE FRIEND! WALTER, JR. Oh--damnl Hell, yeahl
Walter, Jr. awkwardly pumps his fist. Walt keeps watching.
WALT
DVD?
WALTER, JR.
(nods) Uncle Hank--gave--it to me.
Walt's eyes stay on the screen. The garish little kingpin mows down acres of Columbians, then dies in a blaze of glory. Off Walt, whose thoughts are unknown to us ••• INT. WHITE HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT Glowing blue numbers project on the cottage cheese ceiling: 4:26 AM. Walt lies awake beside his sleeping wife. INT. WHITE HOUSE - SPARE BEDROOM - NIGHT SQUEAK-SQUEAK, SQUEAK-SQUEAK. Walt thumps up and down on his cheapie stair-stepper. He speeds up -- faster than the last time. Thump, thump, thump. As seen through the bars of the empty crib, he's really working it hard. Sweat beads on his face. Bam, bam, bam. Faster, faster. Harder. Violent. Sweat drips off his nose. until-- -- CRACK. He BREAKS the stair-stepper. One footpad snaps free, hangs limp. Walt steps off and examines it.
He stares his face. Belknap's
down at it for the longest time. We CREEP IN on The thousand-yard stare he's had since Doctor office gives way to something else now. WALT Two years.
He says it barely audibly. It's like the clouds have parted. The situation has finally, truly registered in Walt's brain.
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