I'm laughin' so hard it hurts. We can't all be remembering this wrong... Can we?
Flash back to present:
Angelo, having finished the opening prep, peaks out from behind the kitchen door.
Angelo: "Boss, what time will the liquor inspector show up?"
Walter Looks up towards Angelo while gesturing towards Alex.
Walter: "Angelo, you remember my buddy James? This is his son Alex. Come over and say hi!"
Angelo: "Say what? Meet who? Nobody is here."
Walter: "Are you blind? Alex is right he-"
As Walter looks back towards the stool, all he sees is an empty stool with a half-finished glass of scotch on the bar table. His jaw drops and his face turns ghastly white.
Walter: "What the fuck?"
Angelo: "You ok boss? You look like you saw a ghost!"
Walter: "Maybe I did..."
Angelo shakes his head and gave Walter one last look.
Angelo: "Chill boss, the stress is getting to you. I'll take care of the inspector like I promised."
Walter: "Yeah, thanks..."
Angelo goes back into the kitchen. Walter grabs the half-finished whisky glass and downs it in one big gulp.
Walter: "James my old buddy, here's to you and your family."
A single drop of tear rolls down Walter's cheek.
