Walter: Keep stacking. It'll all fit.[Elliott and Gretchen pile Walter's money on a table. Gretchen drops several stacks.]Walter: That's all right. Just- Just throw it on top. Gretchen, would you mind? We don't want to lose any under the furniture. [Gretchen picks up the dropped stacks.] All right. That is $9,720,000.Gretchen: Where did it come from? And why is it here?Walter: I earned it. And you're going to give it to my children.Gretchen: What? Why?Elliott: Walt, I don't think we-Walter: On my son's 18th birthday, which is 10 months and 2 days from today, you will give him this money in the form of an irrevocable trust. You will tell him it is his to do with as he sees fit, but with the hope that he uses it for his college education and for the betterment of his family.Elliott: Walt, I'm not sure that we follow. Why, um, I mean, why, in particular, would we-Gretchen: If you wanna give your kids drug money, go do it yourself.Walter: I can't. My wife and son hate me. They won't take my money. Even if they did, the federal government wouldn't let them. But two rich benefactors, who are known for their charitable endeavors, who would think nothing of, for instance, writing a $28 million check to help victims of methamphetamine abuse. I have to think that your money would be very welcome.Gretchen: It wouldn't make any sense coming from us.Walter: It certainly would. My children are blameless victims of their monstrous father, a man who you once knew quite well. Call it a beau geste. Call it liberal guilt. Call it whatever you want, but do it. And you are not to spend a single dime of your own money. If there are taxes or lawyers' fees owed, you will take it right from here. They use my money, never yours.Elliott: Okay, Walt, sure. That- that sounds reasonable. So what happens next?Walter: I guess we shake on it. And I leave.[Walter shakes hand with Elliott and Gretchen. He walks up to them.]Walter: I can trust you to do this.Elliott: Yes. Absolutely you can.[Walter turns to the window and signals someone to point red laser at Elliott and Gretchen. They shake and scream.]Walter: Don't move, Don't… Don't dare move a muscle. You don't want them to think that you're trying to get away. Just breathe. Just this afternoon, I had an extra $200,000 that I would have loved dearly to leave on top of this table. Instead, I gave it to the two best hitmen west of the Mississippi. Now, whatever happens to me tomorrow, they'll still be out there keeping tabs. And if, for any reason, that my children do not get this money, a kind of… countdown will begin. Maybe a day or so later, maybe a week, a year, when you're going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever. And you're… talking about your stock prices… without a worry in the world, and then suddenly, you'll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, and before you can even turn around, pop![Elliott and Gretchen scream.]Walter: Darkness. [putting his arms around Elliott and Gretchen] Cheer up, beautiful people. This is where you get to make it right.[Walter signals someone to stop pointing the red laser at Elliott and Gretchen, then leaves.]

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