Walter: (Sleeping at his desk)
Carl: (Slams his hand on the desk) Hey, Walter
Walter: (Wakes up quickly) Oh…. hey, Carl
Carl: So, the promotion is coming up soon. I bet you’re looking forward to that
Walter: Yeah, I sure am. Can’t wait for that promotion
Carl: I bet you can’t (Chuckles)
Phillip: (Looking in the mirror) You are better than what you are. You are better than this, man. You don’t need that weed to keep you calm. You are better than any-
Guard: (Bangs nightstick on the cell bars) Shut up in there, pothead. No talking! I have a hangover!
Phillip: Oh, sorry (Whispers in the mirror) You’re better than that (Rests on the bed)
Boss: Walter, do you have a minute
Walter: Oh, of course (Gets up from his desk and walks into the boss’s office)
Boss: So, Walter. You’ve been working here for three years
Walter: (Lying) And I’ve loved every second of it, sir
Boss: Yes, well, I wanted to talk to you.
Walter: Oh yes, I understand. And let me thank you for choosing me for this promotion. I know it must have been hard, but-
Boss: That’s… actually not what I wanted to talk to you about. You see… Carl told me that you have been sleeping on the job
Walter: …. Well, I’ve been putting in a few extra hours here to get the work done faster
Boss: Walter, your lack of sleep has caused quite a major fall in our sales. I have gotten hundreds of complaints from customers saying that you are constantly yelling at them whenever they do something that you don’t want them to, and you even threatened one of them
Walter: ……. Well… the customer isn’t always right?
Boss: ….. Walter, you’re fired. I want your stuff out of here within thirty minutes
Phillip: (Talks to the prisoner across from him) You know, it’s pretty tough being a smoker. You gotta find the right job in order to afford it, and you gotta know the right guy to sell you the stuff. I mean, I got fired from my job, but I know a guy where I get it from. He’s pretty cool. Kinda funny that you see plenty of smokers in this place as well. You’d think that they’d do something about the gang violence, am I right
Prisoner: Go to hell, fish
Phillip: Okay, bro. No need to get angry
Walter: (Puts his stuff in a box)
Carl: (Laughing with the coworkers) You should have seen his face when he walked in. He looked so happy. Thought he was gonna get a promotion (Laughs)
Walter: (Walks over)
Carl: Oh, well here he is now. Hey, sorry you got fi- (Walter punches Carl in the face, breaking his nose)
Walter: Bite me (Walks out of the office)
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Walter: (Sitting in traffic, pounding his fist against the wheel in anger)
Phillip: (Tossing pebble around cell)
Guard: Hey, junkie. You got your bail
Phillip: Alright (Gets up and walks out) (To prisoners) See you guys
Prisoners: (Reach out to try and attack him)
Guard: (Shoves Phillip) Keep moving
Walter: (Walks into his rundown apartment and slams the door) AAAAAHHH (Falls onto the mattress)
Phillip: (Walks out of the jailhouse and over to a rusted Vega)
Bishop: Hey, Phil (Hugs him)
Phillip: (Hugs him back) Bishop. Good to see ya man
Walter: (Tries to change the the channel, only to throw the remote and break the TV) …… (Picks up his golf club and smashes the TV screen, getting it stuck on the bat) (Walter swings the bat around, and throws the TV against a wall)
Bishop: (Driving down the road) (Takes out a joint) Wanna hit
Phillip: No thanks. I’m trying to get clean
Bishop: Really
Phillip: ………. No (Takes the joint and smokes it)
Walter: (Drives down the road and stops at a large house)
Hannah: Oh god
Walter: (Tries to open the door of his car) Goddamn it (Kicks it open and steps out)
Hannah: Well, don’t you look chipper as always
Walter: Not now, Hannah. I only came to see Travis
Hannah: And you think Travis wants to see you, why?
Walter: Why?! For god’s sake, I’m his father, that’s why. Now get him over here before I let myself in
Hannah: (Sighs) Travis, you’re deadbeat fathers here
Walter: Thanks. I’m only right here
Hannah: I try
Travis: (Walks over, on his phone) What do you want, dad
Walter: Come on, you know what I want. I want to see you
Travis: Really? You mean after the hours you put into work and getting drunk, and now you have the time to see me?
Walter: Don’t be like that, Travis. You know your father loves you
Travis: Yeah, sure. Says the guy who decided to work overtime instead of picking me up from school during a thunderstorm. This is why mom left you
Walter: That’s a load of crap and you know it. You’re mother left because she wanted to see someone else
Hannah: No, he’s right. You’re just an asshole. That’s why I left you
Walter: Right now? Really? You want to argue about this now?
Hannah: No, not now. Because I have a date
Walter: Oh god, don’t tell me it’s that Brad guy again
Hannah: As a matter of fact, yes. It is that “Brad guy”.
Walter: Oh my god, that. He’s such a kiss ass
Hannah: Well, that’s more that he does to me than you ever did
Walter: Lovely. Talk about your sex life in front of our son
(Knock at the door)
Hannah: (Opens it) Hey Brad
Brad: Hey, Hannah. (Kisses her)
Walter: (Looks away)
Brad: Oh, and how are you doing, Travis
Travis: I’m doing alright, Brad
Brad: Ah, good to hear. And how are you, Walter
Walter: Bite me
Brad: (Chuckles) Oh Walter. Always so sour. Well, Hannah. Let’s not wait any longer (Opens the door for her)
Hannah: (Giggles) Oh, what a gentleman. Walter could learn a thing or two from you. Then maybe he wouldn’t be divorced
Walter: Oh yeah, I’ll gladly learn a thing or two from him
Hannah: (Shuts the door)
Walter: (Sits down) Man… Travis, sorry you had to-
Travis: Yeah, that’s great. I’m going out with some friends
Walter: What?! Right now
Travis: Yeah. Now.
Walter: But Travis, I only get to see you once a week
Travis: And that’s different from when you and mom were still married? Jesus Christ, you act like you never did anything wrong, yet your the reason why this family is so dysfunctional. Did that ever come across your mind
Walter: Okay. I made some mistakes. I may have done some things I’m not proud of, but I did my best, goddamn it. And that’s all you can hope for in this town
Travis: Whatever. I’ll see you later (Walks out)
Walter: (Sits there by himself)
Phillip: (Knocks on the door to a small white house)
Mrs. Morren: (Opens the door)
Phillip: Hey, mom
Mrs. Morren: (Hugs him) Oh, I was so worried, Phil
Phillip: I know, mom
Mrs. Morren: Please, don’t scare me like that. Who knows what they could have done to you in jail
Phillip: Oh, I don’t mind, mom. They were actually a lot nicer this time. They didn’t threaten me with the nightstick
Mrs. Morren: I guess that is all I can hope for with you (Kisses his cheek) Now come on, I already made dinner
Phillip: Alright (Walks in)
Mrs. Morren: Ever since your father passed away, things haven’t been looking so well. I haven’t been able to work because they don’t allow someone with my history in the “entertainment” industry to work a fulltime job. So, I hope you don’t mind eating potatoes
Phillip: Not at all mom (They both sit at a rotted table)
Mrs. Morren: (Hands him a plate with a steaming potato on it)
Phillip: Is this all you have mom
Mrs. Morren: Afraid so. If I can’t make any money soon, I don’t think I will be able to keep this house
Phillip: But you’ve been living here for years. Dad built this house with his own hands… and a couple of planks of wood and nails
Mrs. Morren: Well, that’s the government. They said that this was still American soil, making it theirs. I don’t know what to do
Phillip: Well, I could make some money for you, mom
Mrs. Morren: Oh no, I couldn’t possibly have you get involved in this
Phillip: Mom, please, let me help you. You did let me live. It’s the least I could do
Mrs. Morren: (Smiles) You always were a caring boy. Okay, but don’t do anything to put yourself in danger
Phillip: Of course, mom
Walter: (At the store, Columbian Neckties) I don’t get it
Lenny: (Folding clothes) Well, if you’re son is upset with you, try making it up to him. Try taking him somewhere
Walter: Where? The rusted down park that the kids don’t even use anymore because they're busy with their phones? I can’t afford to take him anywhere. I lost my job today.
Lenny: Oh man. That doesn’t sound good
Walter: Yeah, I’ll say. Just gives my ex some extra stuff to rub in my face. If she found out, she would never let me live that down
Lenny: Well, if Roberto taught me anything, it’s that you can’t by love, and I am sure you’re son is the same
Walter: Yeah, try being a teenage boy in this day and age instead of a homosexual with a well paying job at a clothing store. Everything, even love, costs money, Lenny. Money that I don’t have
Lenny: Well then, you’d better think of something. You can’t live off of vending machine chips forever
Walter: (Eating chips) Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think of something
Phillip: (Driving around, looking for work) Okay, who should I go after
Walter: (Walks into his car and drives off)
Phillip: Hmm… he might do (Follows Walter)
Walter: (Sees Phillip in his rearview mirror) Oh god, what is this guy doing (Keeps driving)
Phillip: (Following him) This should work perfectly)
Walter: (Parks outside of his apartment)
Phillip: (Parks behind the apartment)
Walter: (Walks into his room)
Phillip: Okay, let’s do this (Puts on his mask and walks to the apartment, holding a spray painted water gun) (Sneaks into Walter’s apartment)
Walter: (Hiding behind the door)
Phillip: (Looks around the apartment)
Walter: (Comes out of hiding and hits Phillip with the golf club)
Phillip: AAAHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! OW! OW!
Walter: What the hell are you doing in my apartment!?
Phillip: (Still in pain) I-I was…. coming by to check on…. the wallpaper
Walter: Why do you have a ski mask on?
Phillip: It’s cold outside
Walter: And the gun
Phillip: It’s a water gun (Shoots water out of the gun)
Walter: ….. (Walks toward him, ready to swing the golf club)
Phillip: Wait, wait! Okay, so I was trying to rob you, but I swear it was for a good cause
Walter: Oh, really? And what for
Phillip: I just want to help my mother, that’s all
Walter: How much houses have you robbed already?
Phillip: About eight
Walter: Let me see what you have
Phillip: (Leads Walter outside)
Walter: (Follows)
Phillip: (Opens up his back door, showing several wallets and jewelry)
Walter: …. How did you do this
Phillip: Simple. I broke in while no one was home and snuck in
Walter: And why did you follow me?
Phillip: You looked pretty rich
Walter: Yeah, these clothes were from my past marriage life
Phillip: What I still want to know is how you were able to know I was coming
Walter: When you grow up in the violent areas of Detroit, you can tell the signs of people
Phillip: Shoot…. So what now. Are you going to call the police
Walter: … Not quite. You need money, and so do I. So, here’s what I’m thinking. Since you seem to be pretty good at robbing gullible rich idiots, and since I can judge people pretty well, why don’t we try to rob some people and make all the money we’d want
Phillip: Really? But, why do you want to help me
Walter: Like I said. I need money, and you happen to know how to make money
Phillip: You sure
Walter: I ain’t got much to lose
Phillip: Alright
Carl: (Slams his hand on the desk) Hey, Walter
Walter: (Wakes up quickly) Oh…. hey, Carl
Carl: So, the promotion is coming up soon. I bet you’re looking forward to that
Walter: Yeah, I sure am. Can’t wait for that promotion
Carl: I bet you can’t (Chuckles)
Phillip: (Looking in the mirror) You are better than what you are. You are better than this, man. You don’t need that weed to keep you calm. You are better than any-
Guard: (Bangs nightstick on the cell bars) Shut up in there, pothead. No talking! I have a hangover!
Phillip: Oh, sorry (Whispers in the mirror) You’re better than that (Rests on the bed)
Boss: Walter, do you have a minute
Walter: Oh, of course (Gets up from his desk and walks into the boss’s office)
Boss: So, Walter. You’ve been working here for three years
Walter: (Lying) And I’ve loved every second of it, sir
Boss: Yes, well, I wanted to talk to you.
Walter: Oh yes, I understand. And let me thank you for choosing me for this promotion. I know it must have been hard, but-
Boss: That’s… actually not what I wanted to talk to you about. You see… Carl told me that you have been sleeping on the job
Walter: …. Well, I’ve been putting in a few extra hours here to get the work done faster
Boss: Walter, your lack of sleep has caused quite a major fall in our sales. I have gotten hundreds of complaints from customers saying that you are constantly yelling at them whenever they do something that you don’t want them to, and you even threatened one of them
Walter: ……. Well… the customer isn’t always right?
Boss: ….. Walter, you’re fired. I want your stuff out of here within thirty minutes
Phillip: (Talks to the prisoner across from him) You know, it’s pretty tough being a smoker. You gotta find the right job in order to afford it, and you gotta know the right guy to sell you the stuff. I mean, I got fired from my job, but I know a guy where I get it from. He’s pretty cool. Kinda funny that you see plenty of smokers in this place as well. You’d think that they’d do something about the gang violence, am I right
Prisoner: Go to hell, fish
Phillip: Okay, bro. No need to get angry
Walter: (Puts his stuff in a box)
Carl: (Laughing with the coworkers) You should have seen his face when he walked in. He looked so happy. Thought he was gonna get a promotion (Laughs)
Walter: (Walks over)
Carl: Oh, well here he is now. Hey, sorry you got fi- (Walter punches Carl in the face, breaking his nose)
Walter: Bite me (Walks out of the office)
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Walter: (Sitting in traffic, pounding his fist against the wheel in anger)
Phillip: (Tossing pebble around cell)
Guard: Hey, junkie. You got your bail
Phillip: Alright (Gets up and walks out) (To prisoners) See you guys
Prisoners: (Reach out to try and attack him)
Guard: (Shoves Phillip) Keep moving
Walter: (Walks into his rundown apartment and slams the door) AAAAAHHH (Falls onto the mattress)
Phillip: (Walks out of the jailhouse and over to a rusted Vega)
Bishop: Hey, Phil (Hugs him)
Phillip: (Hugs him back) Bishop. Good to see ya man
Walter: (Tries to change the the channel, only to throw the remote and break the TV) …… (Picks up his golf club and smashes the TV screen, getting it stuck on the bat) (Walter swings the bat around, and throws the TV against a wall)
Bishop: (Driving down the road) (Takes out a joint) Wanna hit
Phillip: No thanks. I’m trying to get clean
Bishop: Really
Phillip: ………. No (Takes the joint and smokes it)
Walter: (Drives down the road and stops at a large house)
Hannah: Oh god
Walter: (Tries to open the door of his car) Goddamn it (Kicks it open and steps out)
Hannah: Well, don’t you look chipper as always
Walter: Not now, Hannah. I only came to see Travis
Hannah: And you think Travis wants to see you, why?
Walter: Why?! For god’s sake, I’m his father, that’s why. Now get him over here before I let myself in
Hannah: (Sighs) Travis, you’re deadbeat fathers here
Walter: Thanks. I’m only right here
Hannah: I try
Travis: (Walks over, on his phone) What do you want, dad
Walter: Come on, you know what I want. I want to see you
Travis: Really? You mean after the hours you put into work and getting drunk, and now you have the time to see me?
Walter: Don’t be like that, Travis. You know your father loves you
Travis: Yeah, sure. Says the guy who decided to work overtime instead of picking me up from school during a thunderstorm. This is why mom left you
Walter: That’s a load of crap and you know it. You’re mother left because she wanted to see someone else
Hannah: No, he’s right. You’re just an asshole. That’s why I left you
Walter: Right now? Really? You want to argue about this now?
Hannah: No, not now. Because I have a date
Walter: Oh god, don’t tell me it’s that Brad guy again
Hannah: As a matter of fact, yes. It is that “Brad guy”.
Walter: Oh my god, that. He’s such a kiss ass
Hannah: Well, that’s more that he does to me than you ever did
Walter: Lovely. Talk about your sex life in front of our son
(Knock at the door)
Hannah: (Opens it) Hey Brad
Brad: Hey, Hannah. (Kisses her)
Walter: (Looks away)
Brad: Oh, and how are you doing, Travis
Travis: I’m doing alright, Brad
Brad: Ah, good to hear. And how are you, Walter
Walter: Bite me
Brad: (Chuckles) Oh Walter. Always so sour. Well, Hannah. Let’s not wait any longer (Opens the door for her)
Hannah: (Giggles) Oh, what a gentleman. Walter could learn a thing or two from you. Then maybe he wouldn’t be divorced
Walter: Oh yeah, I’ll gladly learn a thing or two from him
Hannah: (Shuts the door)
Walter: (Sits down) Man… Travis, sorry you had to-
Travis: Yeah, that’s great. I’m going out with some friends
Walter: What?! Right now
Travis: Yeah. Now.
Walter: But Travis, I only get to see you once a week
Travis: And that’s different from when you and mom were still married? Jesus Christ, you act like you never did anything wrong, yet your the reason why this family is so dysfunctional. Did that ever come across your mind
Walter: Okay. I made some mistakes. I may have done some things I’m not proud of, but I did my best, goddamn it. And that’s all you can hope for in this town
Travis: Whatever. I’ll see you later (Walks out)
Walter: (Sits there by himself)
Phillip: (Knocks on the door to a small white house)
Mrs. Morren: (Opens the door)
Phillip: Hey, mom
Mrs. Morren: (Hugs him) Oh, I was so worried, Phil
Phillip: I know, mom
Mrs. Morren: Please, don’t scare me like that. Who knows what they could have done to you in jail
Phillip: Oh, I don’t mind, mom. They were actually a lot nicer this time. They didn’t threaten me with the nightstick
Mrs. Morren: I guess that is all I can hope for with you (Kisses his cheek) Now come on, I already made dinner
Phillip: Alright (Walks in)
Mrs. Morren: Ever since your father passed away, things haven’t been looking so well. I haven’t been able to work because they don’t allow someone with my history in the “entertainment” industry to work a fulltime job. So, I hope you don’t mind eating potatoes
Phillip: Not at all mom (They both sit at a rotted table)
Mrs. Morren: (Hands him a plate with a steaming potato on it)
Phillip: Is this all you have mom
Mrs. Morren: Afraid so. If I can’t make any money soon, I don’t think I will be able to keep this house
Phillip: But you’ve been living here for years. Dad built this house with his own hands… and a couple of planks of wood and nails
Mrs. Morren: Well, that’s the government. They said that this was still American soil, making it theirs. I don’t know what to do
Phillip: Well, I could make some money for you, mom
Mrs. Morren: Oh no, I couldn’t possibly have you get involved in this
Phillip: Mom, please, let me help you. You did let me live. It’s the least I could do
Mrs. Morren: (Smiles) You always were a caring boy. Okay, but don’t do anything to put yourself in danger
Phillip: Of course, mom
Walter: (At the store, Columbian Neckties) I don’t get it
Lenny: (Folding clothes) Well, if you’re son is upset with you, try making it up to him. Try taking him somewhere
Walter: Where? The rusted down park that the kids don’t even use anymore because they're busy with their phones? I can’t afford to take him anywhere. I lost my job today.
Lenny: Oh man. That doesn’t sound good
Walter: Yeah, I’ll say. Just gives my ex some extra stuff to rub in my face. If she found out, she would never let me live that down
Lenny: Well, if Roberto taught me anything, it’s that you can’t by love, and I am sure you’re son is the same
Walter: Yeah, try being a teenage boy in this day and age instead of a homosexual with a well paying job at a clothing store. Everything, even love, costs money, Lenny. Money that I don’t have
Lenny: Well then, you’d better think of something. You can’t live off of vending machine chips forever
Walter: (Eating chips) Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think of something
Phillip: (Driving around, looking for work) Okay, who should I go after
Walter: (Walks into his car and drives off)
Phillip: Hmm… he might do (Follows Walter)
Walter: (Sees Phillip in his rearview mirror) Oh god, what is this guy doing (Keeps driving)
Phillip: (Following him) This should work perfectly)
Walter: (Parks outside of his apartment)
Phillip: (Parks behind the apartment)
Walter: (Walks into his room)
Phillip: Okay, let’s do this (Puts on his mask and walks to the apartment, holding a spray painted water gun) (Sneaks into Walter’s apartment)
Walter: (Hiding behind the door)
Phillip: (Looks around the apartment)
Walter: (Comes out of hiding and hits Phillip with the golf club)
Phillip: AAAHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! OW! OW!
Walter: What the hell are you doing in my apartment!?
Phillip: (Still in pain) I-I was…. coming by to check on…. the wallpaper
Walter: Why do you have a ski mask on?
Phillip: It’s cold outside
Walter: And the gun
Phillip: It’s a water gun (Shoots water out of the gun)
Walter: ….. (Walks toward him, ready to swing the golf club)
Phillip: Wait, wait! Okay, so I was trying to rob you, but I swear it was for a good cause
Walter: Oh, really? And what for
Phillip: I just want to help my mother, that’s all
Walter: How much houses have you robbed already?
Phillip: About eight
Walter: Let me see what you have
Phillip: (Leads Walter outside)
Walter: (Follows)
Phillip: (Opens up his back door, showing several wallets and jewelry)
Walter: …. How did you do this
Phillip: Simple. I broke in while no one was home and snuck in
Walter: And why did you follow me?
Phillip: You looked pretty rich
Walter: Yeah, these clothes were from my past marriage life
Phillip: What I still want to know is how you were able to know I was coming
Walter: When you grow up in the violent areas of Detroit, you can tell the signs of people
Phillip: Shoot…. So what now. Are you going to call the police
Walter: … Not quite. You need money, and so do I. So, here’s what I’m thinking. Since you seem to be pretty good at robbing gullible rich idiots, and since I can judge people pretty well, why don’t we try to rob some people and make all the money we’d want
Phillip: Really? But, why do you want to help me
Walter: Like I said. I need money, and you happen to know how to make money
Phillip: You sure
Walter: I ain’t got much to lose
Phillip: Alright