The Confirmation Page #5

are you on Meth again?

Tucker, don't change

the subject, okay?

Yes, I'm on Meth, okay?

That has nothing to do

with what we're talking about!

What the hell?

We have it

from a direct witness...

We don't have a direct witness.

We heard it.

He was a direct witness...

No, Drake, he was lying.

He wasn't lying.

These guys stole it.

And it's about

to get real, all right?

I've had enough of this, Drake.

All right, whoa.

(cell phone ringing)

Um, hi, Mom.

Uh... yeah.

Everything's fine.

Um, nothing, really.

Yeah, we took the papers out

and went to church.

Um, yeah, I'll tell Dad.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

All right.

I love you, too. Bye.

(phone beeps off)

Okay.

Guys...

let's all take a breath here.

Trout, put the gun away.

What?

Can't you see

this guy's hurting?

And be nice to Drake.

He's got his own problems,

obviously.

You know better.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. You will be.

You will be. Okay?

Drake, it's over.

We got 'em dead to rights!

No, not really.

Okay, you know, hey, Trout,

I don't care if you have a gun,

I'm gonna look around.

Drake!

Point a gun at me.

I don't care.

Oh! Hi, stolen merchandise!

Hello!

I'm sorry, uh...

I don't really know Drake.

You know, uh, I mean...

he seems pretty decent

for a stoner.

Yeah, he is.

We love Drake,

but he just gets

some funny ideas sometimes.

(Drake chattering, indistinct)

Hey.

Hi.

Drake?

Hey, come on.

We'll take you home.

Yeah, Drake.

We wanna take you.

They did it.

I know they did.

No, they didn't steal my tools.

Okay, well, then,

one of these other peop...

No, Drake.

This time, we're really done.

I'm taking you home.

It's... I just

wanted to help.

We know that.

Not many people would've done

what you just did for us.

That's right.

Most people can't even

be bothered, you know?

And I...

Ahem, I care too much.

That's my problem.

It's a...

It's a burden

and it's a virtue, you know?

Well, the important thing is,

you tried your best,

and we appreciate that.

Don't we, Anthony?

Yeah. We really appreciate

how much you tried your best.

Yeah, man, you know,

'cause that's

the story of my life,

is I always... I always

try my best, you know?

And that's where

I get in trouble.

This one time...

You'll like this.

There was this lady,

her grandmother made

these German apple pancakes.

She wanted this recipe,

she couldn't find it,

so I go, there's a website,

it's called "Stormfront,"

and it's like

a neo-Nazi site.

I'm not a neo-Nazi,

but I figured, you know,

"German apple pancakes,"

maybe they'd have

these old things.

So I started posting on there,

and the next thing I know,

I get this call from the FBI...

All right. All right.

That was fun, guys.

That was fun.

Um...

well, you know...

you wouldn't have

a few bucks, maybe,

for my troubles, or...

I don't really have a couple

of bucks to spare, Drake.

Well, that's cool.

You know, that's cool.

Um, I was glad to help,

and... okay.

Drake.

Man, thank you!

Guys, thank you!

Hey. You know what?

Drop by any time you want.

Come visit.

And... and Anthony,

keep doing school, okay?

'Cause that's

my theme song, all right?

All right. Bye, Drake.

(engine starts)

I want to show you something.

Is this okay?

Don't worry.

They know me.

Doesn't look like

anyone's home, anyway.

See this?

I built it.

It's a...

Called a trellis.

You know, usually,

they're simple and boxy,

but I... I added

some carvings,

did some detail work.

Wow.

Looks pretty good, Dad.

I think so.

You know, it makes a statement.

Says somebody's been here,

somebody cares.

They, uh, they

seemed to like it.

I called the police!

Ma'am.

- It's me, Walt.

- Get out of my yard!

My dog is trained to attack!

No, I built...

Get em, Daisy!

(Daisy barking)

(barking continues)

Are we in trouble?

Don't worry.

It's fine.

(siren wailing)

Woman:

Hands where I can see 'em!

(police radio chatter)

I'm sorry.

I was just showing my son...

License and registration.

See, I, uh... I built

the trellis, and, uh...

And your license.

I'm sorry.

I don't have it on me.

Are you Kyle Zabler?

Yes, officer.

I am Kyle Zabler.

And this is my son...

Stepson.

See, I built her trellis and...

This your stepdad?

Uh-huh.

Here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to ask you to try

and stay out of

other people's yards.

Okay? But I am

gonna write you up

for driving without a license.

Fair enough.

That trellis lady

had no idea who I was.

Worked at her house for a week,

didn't even remember me.

She should've.

Maybe she's a Philistine.

I liked your bookshelves, too.

Kyle didn't.

Did he say why

he didn't like them?

He didn't like the color.

The color?

They were pine.

They were wood color.

(footsteps)

You try and stay

out of trouble now.

- Yes, officer.

- Mm-hmm.

Anthony:

What do we do now?

Walt:

Got any homework?

Yeah.

Your report card, huh?

How'd you do?

Okay.

"A"...

"A"... "A"...

Straight "A" s.

Wow!

Listen, uh, did

Kyle have any, uh,

leftover trim

for the kitchen entry?

Um, yeah.

You want to help me fix it?

- Okay.

- Yeah?

We'll fix

that sticking door, too.

You want to put

a little putty in there.

You see this edge here?

That's called a reveal.

A reveal?

Yeah, 'cause it reveals

some of the piece below it.

You know, if it were even,

it would be called flush,

because it's flush.

Flush.

And if it protrudes,

like this one,

then it's called proud.

Proud.

Yeah, 'cause

it's, uh, sticking out,

like it's boastful, right?

You see, uh,

carpentry is only

the illusion of perfection...

but we can come close.

They say

God lives in the details.

He does?

Well, if he doesn't

live in the details,

where does he live, huh?

I don't know.

See, uh,

bad workmanship is a sin.

People don't appreciate

quality work like they used to.

But you...

You notice things,

you give them

some thought, right?

I think so.

See that chair?

Someone built that chair,

and not just one person,

several people helped...

Remember that.

Real people.

You know, when

you go over a bridge,

think about what it took

to build that bridge.

Okay.

You ever think about

the people who made your pants?

No.

Well, think about 'em.

Now, Kyle...

He's okay for a pud,

but I'm sure he never

gives things any thought.

Not because he doesn't care.

He just doesn't have

the imagination.

You don't want to

be like that, right?

No way.

Hey, Dad,

can Allen come over next time?

Who's Allen?

The boy at your friend's house.

What friend's house?

Yesterday.

Oh, you mean Vaughn?

He's not my friend.

I barely know him.

I just heard he might know

who stole my tools.

I thought he was one of

your friends at the tavern.

What are you talking about?

When I was going inside

to The Signal,

he was coming out.

Are you sure

it was the same guy?

Yeah. Allen was in the truck.

Why didn't you tell me this?

I thought you saw him.

He never goes there, huh?

And then he pawns

crazy Drake off on us?

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