[Walter and Jesse are stranded without water in their RV in the middle of the desert]
WalterI have this coming.
Walter
I have it coming. I deserve this.
Snap out of it. All right, first off, everything you did, you did for your family. Right?
Walter
All I ever managed to do was worry and disappoint them. And lie. Oh God, the lies...I can't even...can't even keep them straight in my head anymore...
You know what? Screw this. I'm walking. You can come or not. Where's my other shoe?
Walter
Jesse. Jesse... Your body is running dangerously low on electrolytes. Sodium, potassium, calcium...and when they're gone, your brain ceases to communicate with the muscles. Your lungs stop breathing. Your heart stops pumping. You go marching out there, and within an hour, you will be dead.
You need to cut out all your loser crybaby crap right now and think of something scientific!
Walter
[laughs weakly] Something... Something scientific, right...
Like, come on! Man, you're smart! All right, you made poison out of beans, yo! Look, we've got an entire lab right here. How about you take some of these chemicals and mix up some... some rocket fuel, that way we could just send up a signal flare. Or you make some kind of robot to get us help... or a homing device... or building a battery... [Walt's eyes snap open] Or what if we just take some stuff off of the RV and build it into something completely different? You know, like a... like a dune buggy! And that way we could just dune buggy our... [Walt sits up] What? Hey... what is it? What?
Walter
Do you... do you have any money? Change, I mean, coins?
Yeah, yeah, I got a bunch of 'em!
Walter
Okay... [gets up]
Walter
Gather them. And–and–and washers, and nuts and bolts and screws, and whatever little pieces of metal we can think of that is galvanized–it has to be galvanized–or–or solid zinc.
[heads outside] Solid zinc.
Walter
And–and–and bring me... brake pads! The front wheels should have discs. Take them off and bring them to me.
Walter
[kicks a toolbox toward Jesse] Brake pads!
Walter
You said it yourself.
Walter
...A battery.
Walter
The upshot is that I have radiation pneumonitis.
Walter
Actually, it's not as bad as it sounds. It's a fairly common occurrence. Easily treated. In fact, the news is all good.
You mean, good? You mean, like, good good? You mean, like, remission good?
Walter
Remission. Not to imply I'm cured. I still have cancer, but there's been a significant reduction in the tumors.
Walter
Eighty percent.
Walter
I'm not out of the woods yet, not by any stretch... but "options" is the word they keep bandying about.
That's awesome! Serious? That's–That's... That's great, man! My aunt, she never... I mean, y'know, at your stage I didn't even think that could happen.
Walter
Eh.
Mr. White, you kicked its ass, yo! [Walter motions for Jesse to quiet down] No! You must be so psyched!
Walter
Of course. I am.
Okay, now we... I mean, what do we... Oh! Hey, I almost forgot. [hands Walter a paper bag filled with money] So, how do you want to... y'know... proceed in light of this kickass news?
Walter
We'll take our time and stay cautious. Sell off what we have and then...well, then I guess I'm done.
[Hank takes a bottle of tequila away after Walter keeps pouring shots for Walter Jr.]
Walter
Hey! Bring. The bottle. Back.
Walter
My son! My bottle! My house!
[to other party guests] It's all right.
Walter
What are you waiting for? Bring it back!
Why don't we just call it a day? All right, pal? We good?
[Hank puts his hand on Walter's shoulder. Walter smacks it away]
Walter
The bottle. Now.
[Walter Jr. vomits into the pool. Skyler and Hank rush over to him. Walter sits back down and smiles to himself]
Walter
God. This entire process has just been so... It's always been one step forward and two steps back. We need your help.
Look, let's start with some tough love, alright? Ready for this? Here it goes: You two suck at peddling meth. Period. So, give up on trying to do it all yourselves. Hell, I'm amazed you got this far.
Walter
Look, we are not going to deal with another high-level distributor. No, thank you. We have been down that road.
What? Some tattooed speed-freak? What you two need is an honest-to-God businessman. Somebody who treats your product like the simple high-margin commodity that it is. Somebody who ships out of town, deals only in bulk. Someone who's been doing this for twenty years and never been caught.
Walter
You know someone like that?
Let's just say I know a guy who knows a guy... who knows another guy. Let me make some calls, see if I can get you a meeting.
Walter
Well, what's his name?
I have no idea. He's very low profile. He's careful like that. From what I do hear about him, he sounds a little like you.
[Walter deduces that Gus Fring, the on-duty manager of Los Pollos Hermanos, is probably the distributor who wouldn't meet with him. He summons Gus to his table.]
Walter
Have a seat. Please. [Gus sits down across from Walt] I would like to know why you wouldn't meet with me yesterday.
I'm sorry, I'm not following.
Walter
I sat here yesterday waiting to meet with someone. I believe that person was you.
I think that you're confusing me for someone else.
Walter
I don't think I am.
[looks to the cashier to see if anyone is listening before turning back to Walter] Sir, if you have a complaint, I suggest you submit it through our e-mail system. I'd be happy to refer you to our website.
Walter
I was told that the man I'd be meeting with was very careful. A cautious man. I believe we are alike in that way. If you are who I think you are, you should give me another chance.
[Gus's demeanor suddenly changes: the open expression remains, but we are instantly made aware that this is a façade, and Gus's true self emerges.].
I don't think we're alike at all, Mr. White. You are not a cautious man at all. Your partner was late. And he was high.
Walter
Yes. Yes, he was.
He's high often, isn't he? [pause; Walter does not answer] You have poor judgment. I can't work with someone with poor judgment.
Walter
Are you familiar with my product?
I've been told it's excellent.
Walter
It is impeccable. It is the purest, most chemically sound product on the market, anywhere.
That is not the only factor.
Walter
You could charge twice the current rate for what I provide and your customers would pay it, hands down. Now, who I choose to do business with on my end is not your problem. You won't see him, you won't interact with him. Forget he exists.
I have to ask why. Why him?
Walter
Because he does what I say. Because I can trust him.
How much product do you have left?
Walter
38 pounds. Ready to go at a moment's notice. [Gus gets up] Will I hear from you?
I have your numbers. [softly] You can never trust a drug addict.
[As Walter gets up to leave Los Pollos Hermanos, having learned Gus's name, Victor suddenly steps in front of him and blocks him from leaving]
VVictor
38 pounds, $1.2 million, [deliver to the] truck stop, two miles south of Exit 13 on the 25. One hour.
Walter
W-What?
VVictor
One hour. You in or out?
Walter
In, in, absolutely, but I just need a little more time...
VVictor
One hour. If you miss it, don't ever show your face in here again.
Walter
How much what?
How much did you get for the deal?
Walter
$1.2 million.
Walter
$480,000. Saul's cut is 20%.
Jesse Alright, so where's my money? [Walter laughs] What?
Walter
You are joking, right? If I gave you that money, you would be dead inside of a week.
Yo man, look, I'm off the heroin. I didn't even like it anyway, it made me sick. And the meth, y'know, I could take it or leave it. I'm clean, Mr. White. For real.
[Walter tosses an empty beaker to Jesse]
Walter
Prove it. Pee in that.
How gay are you, seriously?
Walter
Pee in it! They're selling testing kits at the drug stores. If you are clean, I will give you every last dime. [beat; Jesse is silent] No, huh? Well, I guess until then, you'll just have to depend on the kindness of strangers to get high. That and your little junkie girlfriend.
[Jesse throws the beaker at Walter. Walter ducks and it shatters against the chalkboard]
Walter
No, no, it cannot be blind luck or some imaginary relative who saves us. No, I earned that money. Me! And now my son created his own website: SaveWalterWhite.com. Soliciting anonymous donations! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?!
Well, look at that. It's got PayPal and everything.
Walter
Cyber-begging, that's all that is. Just rattling a little tin cup to the entire world.
[sarcastically] Yeah, there's no deep-seated issues there. Walter, I'm looking at the answer right here. It's staring me in the face. Do I have to spell it out for you?
Walter
I know, I know. You're thinking that I should be funneling money into my son's website, but absolutely not. No. I am not going to have my family think that some mystery benefactor saved us!
Not some mystery benefactor, singular. That would raise too many questions. However—stay with me here... Zombies. [chuckles] I got a guy who knows this guy, who knows this Rain Man type. Right? He lives with his mother in her basement in Belarus, alright? So good luck extraditing his fat Russian ass.
[Walter is about to leave when Saul stops him]
Wait, wait! He's a hacker-cracker extraordinaire. This guy can hijack random desktops all around the world, turn them into zombies that do his bidding. For instance, he can make it so 20, or 30,000 little donations come in from all over the U.S. and Canada. Ten, 20, 50 bucks a pop, all paid in full—nice and neat, untraceable—from the good-hearted people of the world to Mr. Walter H. White, cancer saint. Heh. I'm getting a warm and fuzzy feeling just thinking about it.
Walter
How the hell did you get this number? Did Jesse give it to you?
All Jesse wants is what's coming to him. No more, no less.
Walter
What are you talking about? He told you about the money?
Walter
So, what is this? Some kind of blackmail or something?
This is me telling you to do right by Jesse and bring him what you owe him. I don't call that blackmail. I call that getting off your ass, and being a decent human being.
Walter
Well, I call it blackmail. Dialing my number. Talking to my wife. And what's your end of this? How much heroin does a half a million dollars buy? [pause] For your information, I am holding Jesse's money for him, he will receive every last dollar of it. He will. Not you. At a time when I see fit. But I will not contribute to his overdose. Now, you tell him, if he gets clean–if you both get clean—
You know what? I take that back. This is blackmail. Because what I know about you–high school teacher turned drug dealer with a brother-in-law in the DEA–that'd make one hell of a story. National news, I'll bet. Do right by Jesse tonight or I will burn you to the ground.
[Later, Walter gives Jesse his half of their drug money]
Walter
[to Jesse] Nice job wearing the pants.
[Walt finds Jesse strung out in a trap house and rushes over to him]
Walter
Jesse. Jesse! Look at me, son. Wake up. Wake up.
Hey. I ain't got nothing for you, man. It's all gone.
Walter
Jesse, wake up. Just— [Jesse starts thrashing] Jesse! Jesse, it's me! It's Walt! It's Walt.
Walter
Come on, let's get out of here.
No, nonono, no, nono, no. I'm good.
Walter
Come on. Help me out, now.
I'm good. I'm good... right here, man. Right here.
Walter
Listen, Jesse. You are not good right here. You are not good at all, you hear? Now, you just put your arms around me. Come on. You're gonna stand up, and we're gonna- we're gonna walk out of here. Okay? [Jesse does so] We're gonna take you someplace nice and safe. That's it. Now, let's go, come on. Here we go.'
Walter
What?
I killed her, it was me! I killed her, man, I killed her!
Walter
Jesse, look at me. Look at me. You didn't kill anybody.
I loved her... [continues sobbing] I loved her more than anything!
[Walter hugs him]
Walter
What are you doing?
I'm going to Hank and Marie's for the weekend.
Walter
Since when?
I'm taking the baby with me. Marie will pick up Walter Jr. from school. You will have the house to yourself for two days. I want you to pack your things and leave.
Walter
Why would I do that?
Hank has offered to help since you shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting.
Walter
Skyler...
I want you gone by Monday morning. I want... I want you gone.
Walter
Okay, can you at least tell me why?
Because you're a liar, Walt. Two cell phones after all.
Walter
What?
Right before your surgery, I asked if you had packed your cell phone and you said, "Which one?"
Walter
When? Skyler, I was medicated. I mean, I could have said the world was flat.
You know what I think? I think you accidentally told the truth.
Walter
Honey, we have been over this. Asked and answered, right? There—
But then it got me thinking again about all the strange behavior. Not the least of which was the disappearance. Out of my mind with worry, calling hospitals, checking the morgue. Your fugue state? I had to believe that, didn't I? I had to find a way. I mean, who would lie about such a thing?
Walter
You tell me, Skyler. You tell me exactly what it is you think I'm lying about. What, an affair? I'm having an affair? Is that what you think?
That's what I was thinking, yeah. For the last few weeks.
Walter
With whom? Who am I having an affair with?
Well, my guess was Gretchen Schwartz. Something was going on between you. I just knew.
Walter
Jesus, Skyler. Get me a Bible to swear on, if that's what it takes. I am not having an affair with Gretchen!
Oh, I know. I know you're not. 'Cause I asked her. It really took me forever to get in touch with her. She was ducking my calls for weeks. So I finally left a message, "What exactly is going on between you and my husband?" I thought that'd get her attention and it did. So she called me back and she finally told me. The money? For your treatment? Gretchen and Elliott didn't give you a dime. They paid for nothing. You refused every offer they made you, but that didn't make sense because I checked with Delcavoli in the hospital and, not including your surgery, we're nearly paid up. Over $100,000. Out of where? Out of thin air? But then, I called your mother. Yeah... Thanks for that, too. But I thought, y'know, maybe she has some money that I don't know about? Maybe she contributed? It's possible. It turns out that not only is the money not from your mother, she didn't even know that you have cancer. You never went to see her. I–I–I dropped you at the airport, I picked you up, you were gone for four days, and yet she swears that you were never there. Lies on top of lies on top of lies.
Walter
Skyler...
Skyler Could you, just once, do me the courtesy of not denying it?
[Walter is silent. Skyler heads to the car]
Walter
Skyler... Skyler, don't do this, please. I–I... Skyler, please don't go.
[Skyler tries to close the car door, but Walter stops her]
Walter
If I tell you the truth, will you stay? Stay and I will tell you everything.
Whatever it is, I'm afraid to know.
[Skyler closes the car door and drives off]
[Walter grabs a duffel bag filled with his drug money, but Hank also grabs it]
Whoa, whoa, no heavy lifting. I got it.
Walter
No, it's okay.
I got it. Jesus, what you got in there? Cinder blocks?
Walter
[thinks for a few seconds] Half a million in cash.
[chuckles] That's the spirit!
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