“See, I’ve only been working the past two weeks.”

“You get paid?”

“We had some bills piling up. Specially doctor bills.”

“You got some bills-what am I, at the end of the line? Screw Mr. Walt, huh?”

“We had to pay the doctor. Stevie’s got this allergy they found out about-”

“Hey,” Jay Walt said. “I’m allergic too. I break out when somebody gives me the runaround, when they lie to my face, tell me they refuse to meet a contractual obligation.”

“Nobody lied to you. See, I was laid off, I was out five months, drawing just unemployment. What am I supposed to do?”

“You turn the music off and the TV?” Jay Walt asked. “No, you stop paying, but you keep entertaining yourselves.” He looked over at Ryan by the door. “Tell them okay.”

Ryan didn’t know what he meant at first. The two guys outside. He felt funny motioning to them, like he was part of this.

As they came through the door, Jay Walt said, “The TV, the home entertainment setup, the йtagиre, everything.”

“The what?” one of the outside men said.

“The fake shelves.”

“Now wait a minute,” the husband said, getting a little something into it; but he didn’t move from where he was standing.

“Wait your ass,” Jay Walt said. “Waiting time’s over. Come on, get this crap out of here.”

One of the outside men unplugged the TV. General Hospital disappeared and the little kid on the floor started to whine, making a sound like he was going to cry.

“They drop that TV on the kid, it’s not our fault,” Jay Walt said. “Get him out of the way.” The mother yelled at the little boy, grabbed him, and marched the bewildered kid out of the room. She had to take it out on somebody.

Jay Walt said to the husband, “I was going to give you another month, you know that? But you blew it, give me that shit about the doctor.”

“I can show you. Stevie’s got this allergy.” The husband didn’t know what to do. He was getting frantic.