Who's this Jesse Pinkman to you?
WalterHe... sells me pot.
Walter
Marijuana, yeah. Not a lot. I mean, I don't know. I kind of like it.
Are you out of your mind? What are you, like sixteen years old? Your brother-in-law is a DEA agent! What is wrong with you?
Walter
Skyler, I just... haven't quite been myself lately.
Yeah, no shit. Thanks for noticing.
Walter
I haven't been myself lately, but I love you. Nothing about that has changed, nothing ever will. So right now, what I need is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? Will you do that for me, honey? Will you please, just once, get off my ass, you know? I'd appreciate it, I really would.
You got a brother in the goddamn DEA?!
Walter
What?
You said you were just doing some ride-along! Yes or no, do you have a brother in the DEA?
Walter
Brother-in-law.
[sarcastically] Oh, now there's a load off my mind.
Walter
Where did you hear that?
Your freakin' wife told me when she was here all up on my shit! Yeah, that's right. She almost caught me moving Emilio! Good job wearing the pants in the family! And why did you go telling her I was selling you weed?
WWalt
Because somehow it seemed preferable to admitting that I cook crystal meth and killed a man.
Walter
We've got work to do.
No, no! You! You've got work to do! I did my part!
Walter
You mean that obscenity that I spent the last two hours cleaning up?! That is your contribution?!
Yo, kiss my pink ass, man! I didn't ask for any of this! How am I supposed to live here now, huh?! My whole house smells like toe cheese and dry cleaning!
Walter
Because you didn't follow my instructions!
Oh well, heil Hitler, bitch! And let me tell you something else. We flipped a coin, okay? You and me. You and me! Coin flip is sacred! Your job is waiting for you in that basement, as per the coin! Fucking do it already!
K8Krazy-8
Walter, you getting to know me is not gonna make it any easier for you to kill me. Not that I mind, you understand.
Walter
You know, you keep telling me that I don't have it in me. Well, maybe, maybe not. I sure as hell am looking for any reason not to. I mean, any good reason at all. Sell me. Tell me what it is.
K8Krazy-8
I guess I'd start off by promising that if you let me go, I won't come after you. That you'd be safe. I guess I'd say what happened between us never happened. And what's best for both parties is we forget all about it. But you know that anybody in my situation would make promises like that, and though in my case they happen to be true, you'd never know for sure. So what else can I tell you?
Walter
I don't know. But you gotta convince me and you're going nowhere until you do.
[Walter approaches Krazy-8, now aware he is hiding a shattered plate piece to stab Walter once released]
K8Krazy-8
You're doing the right thing, Walter.
Walter
Do you want to... [motions for Krazy-8 to turn around so he can unlock the chain; Krazy-8 turns around] So, you're not angry?
K8Krazy-8
How do you mean? Angry? No. Live and let live, man.
Walter
That's very understanding.
K8Krazy-8
Whatever, man. I just want to go home.
Walter
Me, too.
K8Krazy-8
Unlock me, Walter.
Walter
The moment I do, are you gonna stick me with that broken piece of plate?
[Walter pulls back on the lock, choking Krazy-8. Krazy-8 attempts to swing the plate piece behind him but can only stab Walter's leg a few times. Krazy-8 slowly dies]
Walter
I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.
[Walter sees Jesse sneak into his backyard]
Walter
You can't be serious. What the hell are you doing here?
Yo, I waited 'til the ball buster left. I mean, no offense.
Walter
Who sent you? You wearing a wire? You setting me up?! [aggressively pats down Jesse, who pushes him off]
Homo. [incredulously] A wire? You want a wire? I got a wire. [grabs crotch] Speak into the mic, bitch! [Walter shoves him again] What the hell's wrong with you? "A wire." Jesus!
Walter
So who did you tell about–
Nobody! What are you, nuts?
Walter
Then why are you here?
I don't know. To like... touch base—
Walter
Touch base?
Yeah, you know...what you call... a debrief? Maybe we could like... I thought we could debrief.
Walter
Wow, that's... that's what you think we need, to debrief?
Yeah, after what happened, it just seems like the thing to do. Kind of, you know, talk about it. We can't talk to anybody else. Anyway, that and I wanted to... I wanted to tell you how much everybody digs that meth we cooked.
Walter
Everybody digs... the meth we cooked?
Seriously, I got dudes that would give their left nut for a little more.
Walter
Great.
I'm just saying, if you ever...saw your way clear to... you know, you and I... cooking a little more.
Walter
Get the hell off my property.
Walter
Go and don't come back. Now!
Alright. You know what? [Jesse takes out a wad of cash] Four grand. Your share from selling that batch. That's why I'm here. Yeah, that's right. I didn't smoke it all.
[Jesse tosses the money into Walter's pool and leaves]
Can I call them and tell them you'll start next week?
WWalter
I just think that we need to... discuss it a little more, that's all.
What is there to discuss? You're going to get the best treatment and he's the best.
WWalter
Well, there's the money discussion. $90,000 out of pocket. Maybe more.
There's a way, Walt. There's financing, there's installment plans. I could always go back to work. Walt, there's always a way.
WWalter
Alright. Skyler, say that there is a way, and we spend all that money, and... am I supposed to leave you with all that debt? I just don't want emotions ruling us. Maybe treatment isn't the way to go.
Then why don't you just fucking die already? Just give up and die.
Walter
Well, back when Elliott and I were in grad school, we came up with the name. Schwartz: Black. Walter White. So together, they became Gray Matter Technologies.
MMan
So you run the company with Elliott?
Walter
Well, no. No, that's Gretchen and Elliott. I gravitated toward education.
[Walter clears his throat and takes a drink]
Walter
Yeah. Me too. Listen, uh, we–we ought to get together more often. Y'know, Skyler and I would love to have you and Gretchen over for dinner sometime.
Oh, sure, yeah, absolutely... but, you know, what I mean is that–that you and I should work together again.
Walter
Heh, what, are you gonna teach high school?
No, no, no, no, seriously. W–What's stopping us?
Walter
...Wait a minute. Elliott, what are you–Are you asking me to come work for you at Gray Matter?
Yeah, why not? You'd fit right in! You're brilliant, you–you got a ton of experience.
Walter
Well, I... I wouldn't really know where to begin. I mean... God, you have no idea. I spend my days just drawing out atoms on the chalkboard and trying to get these kids to learn the periodic table.
Look, I–I understand. You're a little rusty, but you're not seeing the upside here. We could really benefit from a- a new set of eyes. You know what it's like when you're trying to crack some problem for months on end, you get tunnel vision. One guy thinking outside of the box, you may be exactly what we need.
Walter
[pause] Well, listen, Elliott, it... the offer is very appealing, it really is, I thank you, but uh... there's–there's something you should know. I–I have some personal issues.
Look, there's nothing we can't work out.
Walter
Well, yeah, but... it's–it's complicated.
We can help you. We–We have excellent health insurance. The best.
[Walter grimaces and glances at Skyler]
Walter
Alright, I've got the talking pillow now. Okay? We all, in this room, love each other. We want what's best for each other and I know that. I am very thankful for that. But...what I want... what I want, what I need, is a choice.
Walter
Sometimes I feel like I never actually make any of my own. Choices, I mean. My entire life, it just seems I never... you know, had a real say about any of it. Now this last one, cancer... all I have left is how I choose to approach this.
Then make the right choice, Walt. You're not the only one it affects. What about your son? Don't you wanna see your daughter grow up? I just...
Walter
Of course I do. Skyler, you've read the statistics. These doctors... talking about surviving. One year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is it, to just survive if I am too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love? For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house. I want to sleep in my own bed. I don't wanna choke down 30 or 40 pills every single day, lose my hair, and lie around too tired to get up... and so nauseated that I can't even move my head. And you cleaning up after me? Me...some dead man, some artificially alive... just marking time? No. No. [pause] And that's how you would remember me. That's the worst part. So...that is my thought process, Skyler. I'm sorry. I just... I choose not to do it.
Walter
Let's get something straight. This–the chemistry–is my realm. I am in charge of the cooking. Out there on the street, you deal with that. As far as our customers go, I don't want to know anything about them. I don't need to see them. I don't want to hear from them. I want no interaction with them whatsoever. This operation is you and me, and I'm the silent partner. You got any issues with that?
Walter
No matter what happens, no more bloodshed. No violence.
[Cut to a brief flash-forward of Walter, with a shaved head and bloody nose, walking away from a chaotic scene with a smoking building in the background. He is holding a bag with blood on it]
When were you going to tell me?
Walter
Tell you what?
Cancer. You got it, right?
Walter
How did you know?
[pointing to Walter's chemo mark on his chest] My aunt had one of those... dots on her to target the radiation. What is it, in your lung? I'm your partner, man. You should have told me. That's not cool, okay? Not at all. What stage are you?
Walter
3-A.
Gone to your lymph nodes.
Walter
Your aunt... How bad was she when they caught it?
Bad enough. She didn't last long.
Walter
How long?
Seven months. I get it now. That's why you're doing all this. You wanna make some cash for your people before you check out.
Walter
You got a problem with that?
You tell me. You're the one that looks like you just crawled out of a microwave.
[Jesse comes back after selling meth]
Walter
How much meth did you sell?
Walter
Last I checked, there were sixteen ounces to a pound. What did you do with the rest, smoke it?
Yo, I've been out there all night slinging crystal! You think it's cake, moving a pound of meth one 'teenth at a time?
Walter
So why are you selling it in such small quantities? Why don't you just sell the whole pound at once?
To who? What do I look like, Scarface?
Walter
This... [holds up his small share] is unacceptable. I am breaking the law, here! This return is too little for the risk! I thought you'd be ready for another pound today!
You may know a lot about chemistry, man, but you don't know jack about slinging dope.
Walter
Well, I'll tell ya–I know a lack of motivation when I see it. [Jesse scoffs] Come on, you–you've gotta be more imaginative, you know, just–just think outside the box here! We have to move our product in bulk. Wholesale! Now, how do we do that?
What do you mean? To, like, a distributor?
Walter
Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor! Now, do you know anyone like that?
Yeah. I mean, I used to, until you killed him.
[pause]
Walter
So... who took Krazy-8's place?
Some guy named Tuco. Badass, from what I hear.
Walter
Tuco. Okay, so then, just go talk to Tuco.
[scoffs] Right. Like, "Hello, sir. Hey, I know you don't know me, but would you be interested in a felony quantity of methamphetamine?"
Walter
Well, yes, but maybe with a little more salesmanship, perhaps?
You just don't get it, man! Okay, this guy's OG!
Walter
What–What does that mean?
Agh, Jesus. Look, he's off our level, man! He's not gonna do business with some dude he doesn't know! You just don't understand the way it works; you can't just bum-rush some high-level iceman and start cutting deals, okay? It's risky. You need an intro, you need someone to vouch.
Walter
Well, who introduced you to Krazy-8?
Emilio, and that's only because I knew him from, like, third grade, and we can't talk to Emilio either, because—
Walter
Alright, alright, alright...
Look, I'm telling you, Mr. White... it's too risky. 'Kay? I mean, we're making money, why can't you just be satisfied with the way it is?
Walter
Oh, come on! Jesus! JUST GROW SOME FUCKIN' BALLS!!
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