Oct 18, 2018, 3:36 AM

"Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see?"

Walt rises from the bed, standing to look down at Skler as he continues his speach.

"Do you know how much I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going into work? A business big enough that it could be listed on the NASDAQ goes belly up."

He waives his right hand outward in emphasis at this point. "Disappears! It ceases to exist without me." His voice grows more intense and impassioned as he gestures towards himself. His voice is a gravelly cold sound coming from a face contorting with a mixture of rage and pride.

"No, you clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger." A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!

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Skyler over at Walt on the end of the bed. "So we're going to call the cops right?"