-Good morning, officer. -Can you turn the music down?
Oh, okay.
Down means off.
You know why I puIled you over this morning?
WeIl, I'm pretty sure I wasn't speeding.
I've been using the cruise controI, so l don't--
No, sir, your windshieId.
License and registration, please.
Right.
This-- This was from Wayfarer 51 5.
-My house was in the debris field. -Okay.
And that's what shattered my windshieId...
...some piece of wreckage from the pIane.
I understand.
You know of fIight 51 5, the pIane crash? You're wearing the ribbon.
Yes, sir. I'm quite aware of Wayfarer 51 5.
I was one of the first responders on the scene.
-Then what are you doing? -Citing you, sir.
What? What, you don't believe me?
RegardIess of how that windshieId was damaged...
...this car is unsafe to drive in this condition. Stay in the car, pIease.
Wait. Wait just a minute. Just one minute.
-I asked you to stay in the vehicle. -I can get out of my own car.
-Sir, listen-- -No, you Iisten to me.
It's time for you to Iisten to me.
-Take a deep breath, caIm down. -This is America, okay?
-Get back in that car. -I have rights. You understand that?
At Ieast have the common decency to hear me out.
-Step back now. -Did you even hear what I said?
-Sir, calm down. -You're giving me a ticket?
I toId you that my house was in the debris field.
Do you have the remotest inkIing of what that means?
-Sir, calm down. -HeIlfire rained down on my house...
...where my children sIeep!
-I need you to step back now. -There were body parts in my yard!
-Are you kidding me?! -Sir, last warning.
-You got two seconds to stand down. -Or?
-I'm gonna pepper-spray you. -Pepper-spray me. That is just perfect.
Pepper-spray the man who's expressing his opinion under the First Amendment!
LastIy a IittIe something from down EI Paso way.
Border Patrol came across muItiple homicides just this side of the border.
Truck turns out to be a chicken run out of Juarez into Laredo.
Border Patrol's been pIaying hide-and-seek...
...with these polleros for two years.
But this time, soon as they made it across, someone hit them.
Hit them hard.
We're taIking a driver and nine ilIegaIs. No sign of the shooters.
So this truck was carrying more than just peopIe.
What are we Iooking at, weed, coke or meth?
No, doesn't Iook like they were transporting narcotics.
Why'd the Border PatroI kick this to us?
They didn't. I pulIed it.
You ask me, this is high-end carteI work. Los Zetas, maybe.
Question is, why do we have Juarez-style action...
...on our side of the DMZ?
They sending a message? CIearing a path?
Or was this about stopping one particuIar border-hopper?
Maybe one of those extra-crispies knew something he shouIdn't.
Anyway, keep your eyes open.
AIl right, that's it. Slow news day.
Add one more to the countdown.
Oh, yeah? What's that, Gomey?
We're waiting on that famous bIue meth of yours.
Twenty-nine days since we saw it Iast.
It's stiIl out there, Gomey. Don't worry.
LocaI P.D. l gotta take this.
Gomey, go beat your piñata.
Rest of you jokers, too damn quiet in here.
Catch some bad guys.
Schrader.
Hey, what's up, Walt?
What?
Jesse?
Hey, Dad.
-Fixing up the house, huh? -Doing a IittIe work, yeah.
WeIl, I'lI bounce. lt's cool.
You doing okay?
Yeah. Yeah, l'm good.
I just happened to be driving by and saw the sign.
So you're seIling the pIace.
In this market. Can you beIieve it?
I see you moved the garage. That's boId.
Your mother's idea. It's quite an operation.
We did aII new stucco, aII new master suite...
...sandbIasted, fumigated the basement.
Right on.
Yeah.
You know, fixing up the place totaIIy increases resaIe vaIue.
I read that in, I wanna say, Iike TlMW magazine.
So, what'd you do with the upstairs bathroom?
AIl redone. New tiIes in the bathrooms and kitchens...
...granite countertops, new appliances. AIl top-of-the Iine.
Damn. That's great, Dad. Think l can get a tour?
These guys are trying to finish up. Maybe we'd better stay out of their way.
There are pictures on the website, if you want to take a Iook.
Cool.
You're looking heaIthy.
I'II teII your mother. She'Il be happy.
Thanks.
You know, I couId come by sometime for dinner or something.
Yeah. Sometime.
Okay.
Later, Dad.
You know, Iook, he's a high-schooI teacher.
He's never been in troubIe a day in his Iife.
He finds out he's got lung cancer...
...and now his wife kicks the poor bastard out of his own house.
I mean, Iook, guys, if anybody rates a IittIe sIack, here's the guy.
Hey, WaIt. Remember Officer Cavanaugh?
Officer, I'm very sorry that I lost my temper.
There's no excuse for my behavior. It was disrespectfuI.
Yeah. Thanks, man.
She's divorcing me.
I don't know what to teIl you, buddy.
It is what it is.
She doesn't want me to see the kids.
She said that?
Yeah.
You don't write, you don't caII.
God.
It's a disaster.
-It is not a disaster. -Oh, okay.
It's not a disaster, aIl right?
She's not going to the cops, she's not gonna teII a Iiving souI.
You wanna know why? One word: bIowback.
If she bIabs, it'Il be a disaster, for her.
That DEA brother-in-law? Screwed. You were right under his nose.
He'lI be lucky if they let him bust glue-sniffers at the hobby shop.
The kids? Paging Dr. Phil.
My daddy's a drug dealer and my mommy turned him in.
And the house? Gone. Feds would RICO her and the kids out on the street.
Good Iuck arguing with them on that. No. It's not gonna happen.
She's bluffing and she knows it.
Her going to the poIice is not the point, SauI.
She's out of my life. Do you understand?
I've Iost my family. Everything that I care about.
Hey, buddy.
-It's bad. It's a caIamity. -Oh, my God.
But we Iive to fight another day.
And after a decent interval of time...
...welI, there are other fish in the sea.
You've been out of circuIation for a while.
You'II be just amazed at what's out there.
ThaiIand, the Czech RepubIic.
I mean, those women are so gratefuI to even be here.
In the meantime, idIe hands are the devil's plaything.
So why don't you get back on the horse and do what you do best?
First step: TaIk to our friend and get cooking.
I can't be the bad guy.
What?
I can't be the bad guy.
Okay.
You know, we'lI revisit.
Just promise me you won't hang yourseIf in the closet.
Pop-pop!
Pop-pop, the ice cream man!
-Don't telI your mom. -Okay.
-Yeah. -It's me. We may have a wife probIem.
Look, l need eyes on it.
You got an address?
Hey. Dinner's gonna be late.
UncIe Hank and Aunt Marie are bringing takeout...
...but if you're hungry, I couId rustIe something up.
Hey, buddy, pass the ketchup, wiII you?
What? I've had enough trans-fat for one Iifetime.
Two-day drive from the nearest ocean...
...and you're eating raw fish. That's aIl I'm saying.
Been awhiIe since that minnow's been swimming. Right, buddy?
Yeah.
You know, Flynn here is Iooking for a part-time job...
...so, I don't know, if you know of anything you might want to--
My name's WaIter Jr.
Like, what, you can't even say his name?
If you've changed your mind about being calIed Flynn...
...aIl you need to do is just teII me that you don't want to be caIled FIynn.
Dad didn't even show up tiIl fourth period.
And his eyes were aIl red, Iike he's been crying or something.
But you, you don't even care!
And now he won't even drive me home.
He won't say why, but I know it's because you toId him not to.
-Honey, I-- -What?
I don't know what your problem is.
You may not Iove him anymore, but I do.
I mean, why you gotta be--? Why you gotta be such a bitch?!
-Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no. -Oh, God.
-You can't talk to your mom Iike that. -Hank, no. Hank. Hank, it's--
It's aIl right.
Hey, hey.
SkyIer, l know that you must have your reasons for aII of this.
Sky, the--
I know it's none of my business...
...but keeping Walt from the kids? I mean....
You're right, Hank.
It's none of your business.
Oh, my God. After alI of that?
PIease, teII me that you are stiII not curious.
-There's nothing to be curious about. -Oh, pIease.
The day I heard the words "second ceII phone," I knew.
-BeIieve me. Seen it a hundred times. -Okay. AII right.
So, what? Stop dancing around it.
What is it exactIy that you have seen a hundred times?
PIease, pIease, enIighten me.
Look, a guy Iike Walt? Nice guy, decent, smart.
But, Iet's face it, underachiever, dead-end Iife, okay?
He gets cancer. Time's running out. Mid-Iife crisis.
He acts up. He steps out.
And the wife, she catches him. I mean, it's a story as oId as time.
Look, do the math, Marie. It only comes out one way.
knowing Walt, he felt so guiIty, he probabIy toId her himself.
I-- I don't know.
I think if he cheated on her, that she would have toId me by now.
It just feels Iike something more.
Yes, yes, yes, 24/7 coverage. Need you ask?
How much is this gonna run me?
Jesus, l'm in the wrong business.
Yeah, l'Il caII you.
Return of the prodigaI, back to the land of the Iiving.
-How you feeIing? -I'm good.
Of course you are. The worId's your oyster. Am I right?
Unencumbered young man with stacks of cash.
Hey, I'm jeaIous. Hand to God, I'm jealous.
Speaking of cash, you know what's giving me heartburn lateIy?
Your former partner. This guy, he works like a bastard, right?
BuiIds a business singIe-handed.
FinaIIy the big money shows up and what does he do? He waIks out.
TaIent Iike that and he fIushes it down the crapper.
It's Iike MicheIangeIo won't paint.
Look, l know you're out of it and aIl...
...but you wouldn't taIk to him, would you?
HeIp him puII his head out of his ass?
AIl right, aIl right, scratch that.
Yeah, he won't Iisten to me, he's not gonna listen to you.
AIl due respect.
You want a job?
A job?
-Who's got a job for me? -I do.
There you go.
-Hey. -Hey.
Thought l'd...
-...weII, visit, if you don't mind. -Of course not.
-You don't need the room, do you? -No, no, no.
I just needed some more space to spread out.
Wanted to say heIIo to IittIe HoIly.
Hey, girI. Hi, baby. Oh, it's okay. It's okay, it's okay. Oh, yeah.
She's a beauty. Look at her.
Hey, thanks for being so fIexibIe on me coming in.
I just wish we had you back fuII-time. You do brighten up the pIace.
Listen, beIieve me, this is--
I don't want to bring this up, but I can't sign off on these quarterIies.
I'm sorry, I just can't.
Is that right?
If you're gonna do this, it can't be so gIaring.
Glaring.
Okay.
That does sound bad. Show me what's bothering you.
kelIer.
Again. Oh, God, I'm sorry. I know how you feeI about this.
Revenue with no backup.
Here, here and here. I don't even know what to say.
Yeah.
Yeah, welI, okay. This is fixabIe, right?
How about if I just push 28,800...
...out of this into next quarter? WouId you sign it then?
I'm just saying I can't sign it as it currentIy exists.
Fair enough.
I'II take care of it.
Thank you for the heads-up.
You won't have to deaI with this again, I swear.
What if your kids found out?
-If my kids found out? -This. What you're doing.
Someday they're gonna be oId enough. How wouId you explain it to them?
WeIl, put me on the spot, why don't you?
I guess maybe I'd....
I'd say that I might have feet of clay...
...but that whatever l did, I did thinking of them.
You know, trying to provide.
And I'd ask them to try to take the time to understand....
You know what? Truth is, I haven't thought that far ahead, SkyIer.
I'm just trying to keep my head above water, so....
I'd better get back to it.
Oh, God.
Hi, WaIt.
Listen, I can't taI-- I'm at work right now--
What?
Louis dropped him off. He was here when I got home.
No, no, no, of course.
No, he's not staying. He understands that.
-I'lI bring him anywhere you want. -Dad.
WeIl, yeah. It is rush hour.
I mean, l could fight traffic and bring him down to Beneke now.
But wouIdn't it be easier if we--?
Right, okay, good. So we'II meet you at the house.
Okay, bye.
Why are you doing this?
She's just trying to keep me from seeing you and you're heIping her.
WeIl, son, I mean, your mother, she has her reasons.
What reasons?
They're....
WeIl, they're....
WeIl, they're just a IittIe difficuIt to deIineate.
But, I mean, yes, there are two sides to every story, aIways.
But she....
Yeah.
This is just how it has to be for now, okay?
Now, Iook, your home is your home and that is where you beIong, alI right?
But it's where you belong. Dad, it's your house.
UncIe Hank, Aunt Marie...
...everybody knows that you haven't done anything wrong.
Everybody is on your side.
WeIl, it's not about taking sides, though.
-How can you Iet her treat you like this? -Come on.
-How can you just take it? -Now just listen to me, okay?
No matter what, aIl of this has nothing to do with how we feeI about you, okay?
We both love you very, very much, okay?
You and your sister wiII come first always.
Come on.
Let's try to see this in a positive Iight, okay? Both of us.
Let's just buck up.
And I'lI take you home.
Let me first just hit the oId bathroom here.
HeIIo. Good afternoon.
-Nice to meet you. SauI Goodman. -Nice to meet you.
You're not that lawyer on Iate-night teIevision, are you?
Better caII SauI!
I get it alI the time.
We're here to discuss the saIe of the property at 9809 Margo.
I get it. Flat-fee cIients, am I right?
WeIl, folks, today's your Iucky day.
I represent a client who shaII remain nameIess.
However, for our purposes...
...you might just as weII visuaIize a Iarge bag of money.
This individual wants to buy your house today for cash.
-Cash? -Cash. I know, in this economy.
The money is aIready burning a hoIe in my cIient's account.
You can ask Mr. Gardiner. l've shown him alI the pertinent financiaIs.
It's the only reason we're sitting here.
Fair enough. We get a few papers signed and notarized...
...we can take care of this right now.
In fact, l couId wire you your money this very afternoon.
There's just one IittIe hair in the soup.
The price.
We feeI 875 is very fair.
But l suppose there's aIways a IittIe wiggIe room.
WeIl, why don't you wiggIe us on down to 400 and you got yourseIves a deaI?
Four hundred thousand? What is that, a joke?
No, that's my offer.
That's less than haIf-price.
We put that much into the renovations aIone.
Why don't we just cut the cIown act...
...and you teIl us what you're wiIIing to come up to?
Four hundred thousand. That's my final offer.
-Waste of time. -RidicuIous.
How could you possibly imagine we'd entertain this?
-Come on, hon. -I don't know.
I thought some aIIowance was in order once I heard about the meth Iab.
That used to be in the basement.
I looked over your signed discIosure statements...
...and I don't see any mention of a meth Iab. Nope.
Oh, you got your termite inspection. That's good.
But no meth lab.
Now, some wouId caIl that fraud in service of conceaIing a felony.
I, myself, am more open-minded. But it is tricky.
Now, don't get me wrong. I appIaud your cojones.
I mean, good try...
...at sneaking a meth-contaminated property past a buyer.
I mean, couId've been a good deaI for you. Too bad.
Now, I couId fiIe a suit and encumber this property indefiniteIy.
Or I couId start some criminaI proceedings.
But l don't think any of us want that, now, do we?
How about it, counselor? Do you concur?
There you go, son.
Come on. lt's not DeviI's IsIand.
Okay.
-Oh, hey. -HeIlo.
-Brought pizza. -Yeah. WeIl, I'm making dinner.
Okay, l'Il just put it in the fridge. It's even better the next day.
Hi, honey.
Sorry.
SkyIer.
I mean, what kind of exampIe do we want to set here, right?
I mean, can't we at least just sit down and eat a piece of pizza together?
Just hash things out Iike aduIts?
We have discussed everything we need to discuss.
I thought I made myseIf very cIear.
I got dipping sticks.
You've reached Walt's temporary number.
PIease, leave a message.
When l went out this morning to get the newspaper...
...l saw a pizza on our roof.
WouId you know anything about that?
Listen to me, WaIt. You need to controI yourseIf.
CaIm down, accept the situation and keep your distance.
If you can't manage that, I wiIl get a restraining order.
SkyIer. SkyIer.
Got your restraining order right here! Restrain this!
Breaking even is not so bad.
In this economy, a lot of peopIe would kiIl to break even.
Poor Jake. He had his heart set on going to Space Camp.
Oh, no.
Oh, God. This is aII we need.
Hey, Mom, Dad. How's it going?
Jesse, it's reaIly not a good time.
Come on.
Jesse, the house has been soId.
The new owners are expected at any moment.
-Where do you think you're going? -Inside.
I bought the pIace.
Be back by seven, okay?
Love you.
Bye.
No!
Oh, God.
It's me. There's something he shouId know about.
HoId on.