[Mike and Jesse bring in the body of a henchman shot by the cartel into the lab]
WalterShould I even ask?
Walter
So, what? Is this going to be a regular thing now? Meth cooking and corpse disposal? Jesus...
Just grab us a spare barrel, Walter.
Walter
What was it this time? What did this poor bastard do to piss off Gus? Or did Gus just need to send another message?
Shut your mouth! You shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you. I don't want you talking to me or Jesse. Just get the barrel. And if you ever plan on calling the cops on one of my guys again, you go ahead and get two barrels.
WWalter
I wish I could take back last night. It was your birthday; this shouldn't be on your mind.
WWalter
No, it's not okay. I'm your father. I don't want last night to be... I mean, you really... You can't think of me like...
Like what? I don't understand.
WWalter
My father died when I was six. You knew that, right?
WWalter
He had Huntington's disease. It destroys portions of the brain, affects muscle control, and leads to dementia. It's just a nasty disease. It's genetic. Terrified my mother that I might have it, so they ran tests on me when I was a kid, but I came up clean. My father fell very ill when I was four, five. Spent a lot of time in the hospital. My... [chuckles] my mother would tell me so many stories about my father. I mean, she would talk about him all the time. I knew about his personality, how he treated people, I even knew how he liked his steaks cooked: Medium rare, just like you. I knew things about my father, I had a lot of information. It was because people would tell me these things. They would paint this picture of my father for me and I always pretended that was who I saw too, that I remembered. But it was all a lie. In truth, I only have one real, actual memory of my father. It must have been right before he died. My mother would take me to the hospital to visit him. And I remember the smell in there. The chemicals. It was as if they used every single cleaning product they could find in a 50 mile radius, like they didn't want you smelling the sick people. There was this stench of Lysol and bleach, you could just feel it coating your lungs. Anyway, there, lying on the bed, is my father. And he's all... he's all twisted up. My mom, she puts me on her lap, she's sitting on the bed next to him so I can get a good look at him, but really he just scares me. And he's looking right at me, but I can't even be sure he knows who I am. And your grandmother is talking, trying to be cheerful as she does, but the only thing I could remember is him breathing. There was this... this rattling sound, like if you were shaking an empty spray paint can. Like there was nothing in him. Anyway, that is the only real memory that I have of my father. I don't want you to think of me the way I was last night. I don't want that to be the memory you have of me when I'm gone.
Remembering you that way wouldn't be so bad. The bad way to remember you would be the way you've been this whole last year. At least last night you were... you were real, y'know?
[Walter is abducted by Gus and his men and taken to the middle of the desert]
You are done. Fired. Do not show your face at the laundry again. Stay away from Pinkman. Do not go near him...ever. Are you listening to me?
Walter
Or else you'll do what?
Walter
Stay away from Pinkman... or else you'll do... what? Kill me? If you could kill me, I'd already be dead. But you can't. You can't kill me because Jesse wouldn't cook for you if you did. That's it, isn't it? [coughs] No matter how hard you try to turn him against me, to screw with his head, so that he would hate my guts... and he still won't let you do it.
For now. But he'll come around. In the meantime, there's the matter of your brother-in-law. He is a problem you promised to resolve. You have failed. Now it's left to me to deal with him.
Walter
You can't.
If you try to interfere, this becomes a much simpler matter. I will kill your wife. I will kill your son. [hauntingly whispering] I will kill your infant daughter.
Walter
[panicking] Saul! This man we spoke of before, this, this person that you said could, could disappear me, give me a whole new life, and make sure I'm never found?
Walter
I need him! I need this man now! Saul, Gus is gonna murder my whole family.
Walter
Saul! Now, Saul!
Yeah, yeah! [hurries over to a locked safe.] You understand there's no coming back from this? You're gonna get new Socials and new identities. You can't contact your friends or relatives ever again.
Walter
Alright! Yes, I understand!
How are you gonna sell this to that wife of yours... and your teenage son?
Walter
I have got no choice.
You're wanted by some pretty scary individuals, not to mention the law. You're a high-risk client. You're gonna need the deluxe service. It's gonna cost you.
Walter
How much?
The last quote I got on the deluxe was 125 grand. But you've got four people to vanish. It's gonna be at least half a million. And he accepts cash only.
Walter
I've got the money, now come on! Please!
[Saul hands Walter a business card. Walter hurriedly grabs it and reads it.]
Walter
What?! This... this is a vacuum cleaner repair company!
What'd you expect, Hadji's Quick Vanish?!
Walter
Where is it?! Where's the rest?!
Walter
The money, Skyler! Where is the rest? Skyler? WHERE IS THE MONEY?!
[pause] I gave it to Ted.
Walter
[incredulous] What? You did what?
Walt, I'm... I had to. For us, the family. I swear, Walt...
Walter
You gave our money to Beneke?!
Walt, please. Please, just hear me out. Please...!
Walter
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
[Walter collapses crying, then breaks out in manic, psychotic laughter, as Skyler backs away to answer the phone]
You really expect me to say, "Okay, Walt, sure! Just stay here and..." No. There's gotta be another way.
Walter
There isn't. There was... but now there isn't.
Walt... How long till you're safe? Til you can work this out?
Walter
Oh, Skyler...
Walter
Skyler—
Walter
I have lived under the threat of death for a year now...
Walter
...and because of that, I've made choices.
Walter
Listen to me. I alone should suffer the consequences of those choices, no one else. And those consequences... they're coming. No more prolonging the inevitable.
[Jesse is pointing a gun at Walter, accusing him of poisoning Andrea's son, Brock]
Walter
Jesse, why? Why in God's name would I poison a child?
To get back at me! Because I'm helping Gus and this is your way of ripping my heart out before you're dead and gone! Just admit it! Admit what you did! ADMIT IT!
Walter
I DID NOT DO THIS!
SHUT UP! [pushes Walter down] STOP LYING!
Walter
I'm not, I'm not lying, Jesse, listen to me, listen to me, what would I have to gain, what possible... possible... Who... Who would... Oh, my God... [starts laughing]
Hey. Stop laughing. STOP LAUGHING!
Walter
I have been waiting... I've been waiting all day, waiting for Gus to send one of his men to kill me, and it's you. Who do you know who's okay with using children, Jesse, who do you know? Who's allowed children to be murdered, hm? Gus! He has been ten steps ahead of me at every turn and now the one thing that he needed to finally get rid of me is your consent, and boy he's got that now, he's got it. And not only does he have that, but he manipulated you into pulling the trigger for him.
But only you and I knew about the ricin!
Walter
No! You don't even believe that. Gus has cameras everywhere, please. Listen to yourself. No, he's known everything all along. Where were you today? In the lab? And you don't think it's possible that Tyrus lifted the cigarette out of your locker? C'mon! Don't you see? You are the last piece of the puzzle. You are everything that he's wanted. You're his cook now. You're the cook and you have proven you can run a lab without me, and now that cook has reason to kill me. Think about it! It's brilliant! So go ahead, if you think that I am capable of doing this, then go... [grabs Jesse's wrist and puts the gun on his own forehead] ...put a bullet in my head and kill me right now.
Walter
DO IT! Do it.
Walter
Do it. Do it.
[Jesse does not pull the trigger. He turns to leave]
Walter
Where are you going?
I'm gonna find the son of a bitch and I'm gonna kill him.
Walter
No, don't, he'll see you coming. You'll die before you get anywhere near him.
Walter
Jesse, Jesse, just get in your car, just go, just drive.
No. I'm going to do this one way or another, Mr. White.
Walter
Then let me help.
Walt? Let me get somewhere where I can hear you. Walt?
Walter
How are you doing?
How am I doing? How are you doing?
Walter
I'm, uh...I'm doing quite well. I'm good.
Jesus, Walt, the news here. Gus Fring is dead. He was blown up along with some person from some Mexican cartel and the DEA has no idea what to make of it. Do you know about this? Walt? I need you to—
Walter
It's over. We're safe.
Was this you? What happened?
Walter
I won.
[Mike learns that the police have Gus’ laptop in their possession. He starts breaking apart his cell phone after hanging up.]
Oh, yeah. We're boned. Well... You know how they say, "It's been a pleasure"? It hasn't.
Are you gonna tell us about the laptop? Where are you goin'?
I'm getting the hell outta dodge, kid. And so should you. It's just a matter of time.
Walter
Mike, where is the laptop?
What the hell difference does it make? They got it, end of story.
[Walter looks at Mike]
[scoffs] APD Northwest Area Command on Second. They tagged it, they filed it. It's in the system, and they locked it in their evidence room.
Walter
Alright. Alright, so describe the building.
[chuckles] Describe it? How about how you describe Fort Knox? And what are you going to do? Are you going to put on your black leotard and go dangling on the clothesline? It's a building full of cops, what else do you need to know? And why in the hell am I talking to you? [turns to leave]
Mike, we gotta do something.
He's good with this stuff, okay? Just give him a chance.
Hey look, that laptop might as well be on the Moon. They build these evidence rooms like bank vaults, because guess what? Lunatics like you want to break into 'em. But unlike a bank vault, this is a place that is guarded twenty-four hours a day by the police. There's no way you're getting it out of there.
Walter
Who said that we have to get it out of there? We just need to destroy what's on it.
Oh, so now you want to blow up a police station?
Walter
I don't believe I said that, no.
Nursing home full of old folks just whet your appetite, now you want to kill a bunch of cops?
Walter
I never said anything about killing anybody. I am, however, considering the possibility of a device.
Walter
Yes, a small device. Say this device gets filed into evidence, now it is inside that room.
You want to commit a whole other crime just to get this bomb of yours into evidence?
Walter
Bo–Who said bomb? I said a device...
Yo, what about like a magnet?
Walter
...an incendiary device. One quick fire is all it would take.
You don't think they have fire suppression? I'm not talking about sprinklers, I'm talking about halon, because halon doesn't destroy evidence.
Walter
Right, so a bomb then. Maybe we plant a bomb outside.
Oh, actually I knew a crew out of Fort Worth that tried to blow up an evidence room from outside. 'Bout all they did was take out a couple of hedges. You are probably talking about two feet of reinforced concrete.
Walter
Right, then we—
Walter
What magnet? What about it?
You know, it's just like... [imitates the laptop impacting on a wall]
[Walter, Jesse, and Mike drive away from the APD outpost after using an industrial magnet to wreck an evidence room.]
What exactly are you celebrating? You left the truck behind!
Walter
So what?
"So what?" So what if they find prints? What if they trace it back to the wrecking yard?
Walter
They won't. There's no prints. I made sure of that. There's no paperwork on the truck, the magnet, or the batteries. Untraceable salvage, all of it. I made sure of that, too.
Well, you got all the answers. So you tell me, answer man: Did all that even work just now?
Walter
Yes. It worked.
I'm supposed to take that on faith, yeah? Why? How do we know?
Walter
Because I say so.
Alright, so first off, I'm not a marriage counselor. Nor do I take sides in this thing. And not taking sides, mind you, but you did put her in charge of your money. Which I advised against, if you'll recall. All of which is not to be construed as an "I told you so." I'm just walking you through my mental process, so to speak. [pause; Walter sits silently] So she comes to me with a problem, that she's been cooking Beneke's books. He's in dutch with the IRS, and once they audit, it's rio de caca for the both of them. To which I say, "Hey, let's involve Walt in this discussion." To which she says no, says cut Beneke a check so he can pay off the IRS. Again, not taking sides, but she really was trying to protect you. [beat] A little feedback here might be nice.
Walter
"Let's involve Walt in this discussion."
Yeah, that's what I told her. She said no.
Walter
And you didn't argue the point? You didn't think to contact me?
[scoffs] You were a tad preoccupied at the time, if you will recall.
Walter
Okay. So you took it upon yourself to give away $622,000 of my money to a man who had been sleeping with my wife.
She's my client, same as you. Does this arrangement get a little tricky at times? Absolutely. But I try my best, you know–ethically, mind you–my duty is your—
Walter
"Ethically?" I'm sorry, I must be hearing things. Did you actually just use the word "ethically" in a sentence? You're not Clarence Darrow, Saul. You're a two-bit, bus-bench lawyer. And you work for me.
Yeah, well Clarence Darrow never had a client like you ask him for something... [retrieves the ricin cigarette, in a plastic bag, from his desk] ...like this, okay? I put my ass on the line for you. Huell too, huh? He's got fingers like hot dogs. He coulda easily bust this in two and killed everyone in the office. But do I complain? No. Beg, borrow, or steal, I am your Huckleberry. I go the extra mile. Only you never told me that kid would wind up in the hospital! You know, take that thing and get the hell out of here. You and me, we're done.
[Walter rises from his seat and menacingly advances on Saul]
[Walter corners Saul and leans into his face]
Walter
We're done when I say we're done.
[regarding Walt's new business proposal] Thanks, but no thanks.
Walter
[beat] Mike, I know you don't care for me. We've had our issues, you and I. But, I would suggest that you leave emotion out of this decision.
I am. You... are trouble. [leans forward] I'm sorry the kid doesn't see it, but I sure as hell do. You are a time bomb, tick-tick-ticking. And I have no intention of being around for the boom.
[Walter, Jesse, and Saul argue in Saul's law office.]
So you bring him here? Come on! The three of us? We're the Three Amigos! All for one, one for all! We don't need a Fourth Amigo!
Walter
Saul, Mike knows the business. He knows distributors.
He's okay? He said he was going to break my legs. And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay? 'Cause he gave me the dead mackerel eyes. He meant it.
Walter
Saul, Mike threatened me. He threatened Jesse. He probably threatened someone before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. C'mon. Grow a pair.
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