SKYLER WHITE
This is it. This is what you've been working for. I rented this place and I started bringing it here, because...I didn't know what else to do. I gave up counting it. I mean, I had to. It was just so much, so fast. I...I tried weighing it. I figured one bill of any denomination weighs a gram. There are 454 grams to a pound, but...there's a variety of denominations. So... I have no earthly idea. I truly don't. I just stack it up, keep it dry, spray it for silverfish. There is more money here than what we could spend in ten lifetimes. I certainly can't launder it, not with 100 car washes. Walt...I want my kids back. I want my life back. Please tell me...how much is enough? How big does this pile have to be?
A tiara... a white gold tiara for a newborn baby. Yeah... you know, I think she got that at Gertrude Zachary's in Nob Hill. I mean that thing must have cost like what... five or six hundred dollars? I think I'm going to return it. Well, maybe I can explain to her that we need a diaper genie more than a white gold baby tiara.
Look... I've never stolen anything in my life, alright? I told you, that tiara was a gift - a baby shower gift. I don't think I have to tell you that. Oh yeah? Well, then I can talk to the Channel 3 News, yeah. I can tell them how you people, without a shred, without a modicum of evidence, illegally detained an innocent pregnant woman in a dank storeroom! I feel I'm being held hostage. Futhermore, I'm not getting enough air back here. I don't think I can breathe. Oh my god, oh no... I'm going into labor.
Where did that come from? And why was it so damn good? His color is better, you know his energy and uh... he's even more... physical. Well...sexual. Umm... frisky, actually? I mean that's gotta be a good sign right? Could that mean that the chemo is working?
Well, isn't there anything else that we could be doing? I've been wondering about alternative medicine - I mean... Eastern healing you know, holistic? So... you're saying it's just all psychological. It doesn't make any real difference?
What's a Danny? And... he can't get you another Danny to run the car wash? What about me? Me. I'll be the Danny. I'm perfectly capable of managing a small business. Who else could we trust? I'm in this and if I'm in it, I'm gonna do it right. We're married, how am I not in this? I... never actually got around to filing the papers. Married couples can't be compelled to testify against each other. So there's that.
I need support. Me! The almost 40-year old pregnant woman with the surprise baby on the way and the husband with lung cancer who disappears for hours on end. And I don't know where he goes and he barely even speaks to me anymore. With the moody son who does the same thing, and the overdrawn checking account, and the lukewarm water heater that leaks rusty looking crap and, and is rotting out the floor of the utility closet, and we can't even afford to fix it but Oh, I see, now I am supposed to go 'Hank, please what can I possibly do to further benefit my spoiled, kleptomaniac, bitch sister who somehow always manages to be the center of attention, cuz God knows, she is the one with the really important problems.
Somehow, something tells me Hank is here because of you. And I'm not forgetting that. Walt, please, let's both of us stop trying to justify this whole thing and admit you're in danger! Someone has to protect this family from the man who protects this family.
Yes, I do, I have... concerns. If we're going to go down this road and clearly we are for the sake of my brother-in-law. At any rate, I need some assurances that we're going to go about this in a manner that is extremely safe and cautious. You know, I'm a bookkeeper so I know what money laundering is. And uh... as with most things, the devil is in the details. So to begin with, what are we saying is the source of this money?
That's, um... gosh, that's uh, wow. How is that even possible? Huh! I guess so. Um... is that yours, outside? Yeah, right. So the... IRS stuff - that's resolved? So you paid them? When? There will never be a better deal, Ted. The deal is, you pay your back taxes, you pay your penalty and you don't go to prison. That's a good deal. So, let's keep our priorities straight here, right?
Right, but... I think your employees would agree that you need to get your financial situation in control before you can help them. No I'm just saying that, though I really do, I understand the temptation to restart the business... maybe the universe is telling you that you need to pay what you owe.
Ted this affects both of us. You need to use that money to pay your bill by the end of this month, which you promised the IRS in writing that you would do. It is, that simple. What does that mean. Does that mean yes? Because I really need a yes here, Ted. From whom exactly do you think you got that six-hundred thousand, Ted? Great Aunt Bergen? Yeah.
I would greatly appreciate it if you would just, help me out here. Um, he's fine. No, absolutely not and I mean to keep it that way, so. Six-hundred and seventeen thousand dollars written out to me. Uh... what is this? Well, and why is that? It feels wrong. Uh huh. Well, um... Ted, the whole reason we're in this mess is because you had me cooking your books. So, when did wrong suddenly become a problem for you?
No, Ted, this is the big mistake right here. You owe the federal government six-hundred and seventeen thousand dollars. If you do not pay them, they will come after you, and then they will come after me. And if they audit my business, find out that Walt and I paid for it with close to a million dollars in untaxed gambling winnings. We will go to prison, where you will already be. Do you understand? Oh my god, how are you not following me here?
Then you don't owe them. So, if I'm... understanding you correctly, you're saying you can't take the money I gave you, but you can take a larger amount. Because it's not enough? Ted, are you blackmailing me? I think you're explaining it fine. I notice that uh... this is for less than what I gave you, by the way. And now that you know that you will of course be returning it? I don't want you to pay me, Ted. I want you to pay them. Try it again. Write a new check. Same amount, only this time, made payable, make it payable to the Internal Revenue Service. You have to. WRITE. IT.