Dan waits patiently for her to leave the room, then opens his suitcase and starts stuffing the money into the boxes. The final box is the biggest and holds the most money, and when he fills it with cash, he places a birthday card on top whose envelope reads, “To Kaylee on her 18th birthday”. A thoughtful gift from Grandpa Mike.
THE PARKING LOT
Finished, Dan comes out and sits in Mike’s car. We get a clearer picture of how this operation works. The reason there were so many safety deposit boxes is because this is how Mike gives the hush money payouts to the families of his associates. Dan leaves the monthly amount in each box, the families come and collect it, and they repeat each time. Only now Mike needs a sixth box to store his own blood money. (This also explains why he needs to give Dot cookies. It’s one thing just to store cash in a bank safety deposit box; it’s another to use that box as a regular money drop point).
But now, they’re good to go.
A FIELD SOMEWHERE
It looks like Mike really is getting out of the business. Right now he’s putting his final affairs in order.
Mike is in a field, leaning up against a car (Not his car, it doesn’t look like. A rental?), with a laptop on the hood open and playing the feed from the DEA listening bug. He’s listening to Hank making calls to local businesses to solicit donations for a DEA Fun Run. But then it gets interesting. Gomez comes into Hank’s office and tells him that the warrant for Mike has come in. Gomie can have a team to go nab him in two hours.
Mike doesn’t need to hear any more. He closes the laptop and walks over to well that’s covered with a wooden trap door. He drops the laptop inside. Then he takes a duffel bag out of the trunk, opens it, and begins dropping guns down the well. A shotgun, an AK-47, tons of handguns…not good to keep on hand if you’re trying to go clean.
Next, Mike leaves the car at the airport. He puts a final leather handbag in the trunk, in the space where the spare tire should go. He leaves the keys to the car on a metal ledge out of sight, then hails a taxi and drives off.
And finally, Mike returns home. He calmly pours himself a cup of coffee. Outside the DEA arrives and bangs on the door. Mike rolls his eyes and takes a drink, then goes over and answers the door. He lets in the DEA. Hank enters triumphantly, presents the warrant, and laughs. Remember last week when Mike delayed the DEA by taking out a restraining order against Hank? You LOSE, Mike!
Except, now that Mike’s had 24 hours to hide all the incriminating evidence, Hank’s search isn’t turning anything up. Best of all, Mike sits in an easy chair while the DEA looks through his house and watches some old black and white movie (I couldn’t tell what it was), in which some cops discuss one of their colleague’s recent suicide. Ha!
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