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WALT Oh. Inventory. Not a week goes by my kids don't break two or three pieces of glassware.
Margaret considers. Does she believe him? We don't know. But then she winks at him, leaves. Walt glances at his box full of school property. Shit, that was close. He carries it to the door, pauses to peek out. No witnesses. Walt flicks off the classroom lights with his back, then humps the heavy box down the hall and out of the building. EXT. BUNGALOW - AFTERNOON Dupree sits on his front porch, drinking a long-neck beer and glowering. Walt's Nissan putters into view, reverses and backs into Dupree's driveway. Walt climbs out, jazzed. WALT Look what I got. Walt opens his hatchback. Dupree doesn't budge. Walt stares at him -- a teacher staring at a recalcitrant student -- until Dupree slouches down the steps. WALT
Quit my part-time job -- I've got four hours to devote to this every afternoon. And•••
Walt lifts a blanket, revealing his CARGO. Lots of goodies. Dupree peers at the stolen lab gear, pulls something out. WALT
Ah. Kjeldahl-style recovery flask, 2000 milliliters. Very nice. You got your Griffin beakers, you got your volumetric. But check this
out -- the piece de resistance. Round bottom boiling flask, 5000 milliliters. Big. Dupree wipes his nose with his sleeve, refusing to be impressed. He points to something else instead. DUPREE I cook in one of those. A big one. WALT
This? This is an Erlenmeyer flask. You wouldn't cook in one of these.
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