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Walt nods, follows him to the house. He's not going to tell Hank what he knows.
EXT. BUNGALOW STREET - NIGHT We're in an old neighborhood of Sears-Roebuck cottages up in the foothills. One particular bungalow is shabbier than the rest. Its paint peels off like sunburned skin. EXT. BUNGALOW - BACK YARD - NIGHT "THE CAPN" license plate gets covered -- Dupree is out here in the darkness, hurriedly draping his Daytona with a tarp. He's antsy as hell. Hearing FOOTSTEPS, he grabs a tire iron, crouches behind the car. The FOOTSTEPS slow, stop. WALT (0. S. ) It's me. I'm alone. Walt appears out of the blackness. Dupree slowly rises. After a wary beat: DUPREE How'd you find me? WALT
You're still in our filing system. Your aunt owns this place, right? DUPREE I own it. Walt nods. Whatever. He glances at the tarp. WALT Nobody's looking for you. DUPREE what do you want? WALT I was curious. (a beat; shrug)
Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much. Methamphetamine, though. I didn't picture that. (off the silence) Lotta money in it, huh?
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