41.
The door opens and walt enters. Not a word is said as walt leans down and his son wraps his arms around his neck. While Walter, Jr. holds on, his dad lifts him a little and works the jeans up onto his thighs and waist. It's intimate in a way that's tough on a teenager, but Walter, Jr. keeps his dignity. Walt handles it well, too. WALT How do these fit? You like these? Walter, Jr. shrugs, nods. Walt zips up his son, buttons him. INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - NIGHT - MINUTES LATER We're in a Target or somesuch. The men's department. walter, Jr. stands before a mirror, balancing on his crutches as he appraises his new jeans. Skyler and Walt stand behind him. Walt's thoughts are distant as he watches his son. SKYLER Don't get 'em if they're too tight. WALTER, JR. They're--pre--shrunk. SKYLER They always say that, then they shrink anyway. As Walter, Jr. considers, we hear a faint o.s. COMMOTION.
JOCK (0. S. ) pants. I got new big boy Mommmeeee •.•
Big boy pants.
Walt snaps out of it, turns and looks. Twenty feet away, partially hidden by clothing racks, are three GUYS, probably just out of high school. They're laughing hard, making a token effort to keep their voices low. The biggest among them, a tall JOCK, is gimping around, playing "retard" and cracking up the other two. They glance our way -- it's clear they're making fun of WALTER, JR. JOCK Mommmeee, zip up my big boy pants. Choked LAUGHTER and WHISPERS. Walter, Jr. hears. He sets his jaw and ignores it, his face burning.
Made with FlippingBook flipbook maker