Металлообработка в Пензе на заказ по чертежам и ТЗ

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You talk about rehab oh gee, isn’t that wonderful? Okay, you know what you need? I’ll tell you exactly what you need. I am calling the police. I have tried ten years of love and understanding, maybe what it takes is you drying out in a jail cell.

Albuquerque, climb and maintain 17,000. Juliet Mike two one, turn left heading 115. Wayfarer 515, traffic 3 o’clock, King Air, turn left heading 085. Sierra alpha alpha contact Albuquerque Center 134.6. Contact Albuquerque Center 134.6. Wayfarer 515, descend to 10,000. Juliet Mike two one do you have that traffic at your 9 o’ clock. Wayfarer 515, do you have that traffic…

He has enough money to last forever. He knows he needs to keep moving. You’ll never find him. He’s out of the picture. I saved his life, I owed him that, but now he and I are done. Which is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it. You’ve always struck me as a very pragmatic man so if I may, I would like to review options with you. Of which, it seems to me you have two.

Option A, you kill me right here and now. Apparently I’ve made that very easy for you. You can kill me, no witnesses and then spend the next few weeks or months tracking down Jesse Pinkman and you kill him too. A pointless exercise it seems to me but that is Option A.

I continue cooking, you and I both forget about Pinkman. We forget this ever happened. We consider this a lone hiccup in an otherwise long and fruitful business arrangement. I prefer Option B.

What am I eighth grade hall monitor? Current whereabouts? Let me tell you something, Mike. There are rules to this lawyer thing. Attorney client privilege, that’s a big one. That’s something I provide for you! If I give up Pinkman, then you’re gonna be asking, old Saul gives ’em up pretty easy what’s to keep him from giving me up? You see, so then, where’s the trust?

Hey look, here’s you right — pink… Pinkman, get it? Here’s your cash. You’re out on the town, yeah you’re partying hardy, you’re knocking boots with the chicky babes and aww! Who’s this? It’s the tax man and he’s looking at you. And what does he see? He sees a young fella, big fancy house, unlimited cash supply and no job. Now what is the conclusion the tax man makes? Aaaaannnt! Wrong! Millions times worse — you’re a tax cheat. What do they do? They take every penny and you go in the can for felony tax evasion. Ouch! What was your mistake? You didn’t launder your money! Now, you give me your money, okay that’s called placement.