[In a flashback, Jesse, Combo and Skinny Pete have just finished partying all night at a strip club. Jesse realizes he spent almost all of Walter's savings, which he was supposed to use to buy the RV]
That was... [vomits] Awesome, bro. Later.
Jesse[looks at the cash in his hands] Oh, man. Oh, I'm so dead. I only got... Oh, damn. I only got, like $1,400.
CCombo
Waffle House...? Yeah.
Jesse
No, man. I'm supposed to use that dude's money to buy an RV.
CCombo
What do you want with an RV for?
Jesse
'Cause, like... It's like... Never mind. Jesus! Now I gotta, like, leave town or change my identity or something! Guy's blackmailing me! He's got, like, a... criminal mind, yo!
CCombo
RV, yeah? [pause] I can hook you up, bro. I can totally get you an RV.
Jesse
No, I need it today. Now.
CCombo
No problem. Let's go.
Jesse
You're telling me you can get me an RV? [Combo nods] For $1,400 at six in the morning?
[Combo motions at Jesse to follow him. Later, Jesse is at Combo's mother's house, where an RV is parked in the driveway. After Jesse checks it out, Combo walks out the front door with the keys.]
Jesse
[takes keys] Right on. So, do I need to sign something or something?
CCombo
Nah, it's like a no-paperwork-type deal.
[Jesse looks back at the RV for a brief moment, then gives Combo the cash]
CCombo
Pleasure doing business with you. [hears lights flick on inside] Come on, we gotta bounce.
Jesse
What?
CCombo
For real, yo. Get it outta here.
Clearly a mistake was made on the part of our mutual associate when he paid you half of Jesse's earnings. He must not have realized that you two had come to a parting of the ways.
[Walter places a paper bag filled with the money on the desk]
Take it. It belongs to you.
Jesse
You're damn right it belongs to me.
I knew I could count on you boys to play nice! That's... that almost brings a tear to my eye.
Enjoy it. Spend it in good health. That is the last money you'll ever earn in this business.
Jesse
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I hate to break it you, Jesse, but our "mutual associate" was only using you to get to me.
Jesse
What are you talking about?
You see, he needs someone with expertise. Someone who knows what he's doing. In other words, he needs me.
Jesse
You're telling me you're cooking again?
Yeah, how should I put this? I'm in...you're out.
Whoa, Walt, hold on there! What was the offer, if I may ask?
It's, uh, $3 million for three months of my time.
You're gonna need that money laundered, right? I mean, of course. What was our deal before? Seventeen percent? That's a shade high. Now let's settle on an even fifteen. That's a nice round number.
Twelve, for old time's sake. Twelve.
I'm a reasonable guy, it's a short term deal. Ten even, but I can't go any lower and still respect myself. [Walter turns to leave] Five!
Jesse
What in the hell just happened? You're my lawyer, not his!
It's the way of the world, kid. Go with the winner.
That is awesome, Jesse! I feel like somebody took my brain out and boiled it in, like, boiling hot, like... like, anthrax.
Jesse
[laughs] Good. So, um you ready to talk some business?
You mean, this is not, like, just recreational?
Jesse
I know what you're thinking. Trust me. It's not going to be like it was, alright? Never gonna be like it was.
Jesse
We sell it safe. Alright? We sell it smart. We don't get greedy, like before.
I don't know, man. Combo and all.
Badger Still... Man's gotta make his living. If it's like Jesse says and we're not greedy I mean, I guess I can see it.
Had a good thing going before we started pushing our luck. If it can go back to being like that and all—
Jesse
Hey, it will be. Step 1—we build inventory. Badger, go see Clovis. Get the RV in shape–tune up, oil change, brake lights, and whatnot. Cops always pull you over for brake lights. Not us. Cautious.
[whispering to Jesse what to say to Hank] This is my own private domicile and I won't be harassed.
Yeah? Tell you what, Pinkman. Probable cause or no, I'll give you three seconds to get your ass out here! One, two...
Jesse
This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed... [beat] Bitch!
[Walter shrugs in frustration and shakes his head]
[Jesse is hospitalized after Hank's assault on him]
Jesse
What happens now? I'll tell you what happens now: Your scumbag brother-in-law is finished. Done. You understand? I will own him when this is over. Every cent he earns, every cent his wife earns, is mine. Any place he goes, anywhere he turns, I'm gonna be there grabbing my share. He'll be scrubbing toilets in Tijuana for pennies and I'll be standing over him to get my cut. He'll see me when he wakes up in the morning and when he crawls to sleep in whatever rat hole is left for him after I shred his house down. I will haunt his crusty ass forever until the day he sticks a gun up his mouth and pulls the trigger just to get me out of his head. That's what happens next.
Listen, something's come up. I think it's a good opportunity. There's been a job opening. I need a new lab assistant.
Jesse
I did... my time. Why don't you just get yourself a monkey?
I don't want a monkey. I want you.
Jesse
Oh, gee, thanks. Well, not interested. I got my own thing going on. And nice try saving your asshat brother-in-law.
That's not why I'm here, Jesse. There's more. It's more than an assistant. Partners. We'd be partners again. Split everything, 50/50, just like before. $1.5 million. Each.
Jesse
No.
I don't think you heard me.
Jesse
I heard you fine. I said no.
You understand this: You are turning down one and a half million dollars.
Jesse
I am not turning down the money! I'm turning down you! You get it?! I want nothing to do with you! Ever since I met you, everything I ever cared about is gone! Ruined, turned to shit, dead, ever since I hooked up with "the great Heisenberg"! I have never been more alone! I have NOTHING! NO ONE! ALRIGHT? IT'S ALL GONE, GET IT?! No, no, no, why... Why would you get it? What do you even care, as long as you get what you want, right? You don't give a shit about me! You said I was no good. I'm nothing! Why would you want me, huh? You said my meth is inferior, right? Right? Hey! You said my cook was GARBAGE! Hey, screw you, man! Screw you!
Your meth is good, Jesse. As good as mine.
You're a fine chemist, really. With a promising future. It's just that... that I–that we–just have different rhythms, Gale. You see, it's as if I'm classical, but you are more... jazz.
Jazz, yes. And God knows there is nothing wrong with jazz. It's simply that I require...
[Jesse enters Gus' superlab]
Jesse
Oh, shit! Man, this is the bomb! [to Walter] What's up, partner?! Oh, I can't believe it!
GGale
This is my replacement?
Jesse
Oh, Jesus!
GGale
Hi, I'm Gale. Nice to meet you.
Jesse
'Sup? [to Walter] Man, we should have ditched that RV months ago. It's all, like, shiny up in here.
GGale
I'm sorry, I must be missing something. I don't mean... I don't mean to be... This makes no sense.
Jesse
Oh, dear mother of God!
Humor me here for a second. Now, you know you need to launder your money, right? Do you understand the basics of it: Placement, layering, integration?
Jesse
I ain't buying no damn nail salon, so just forget it.
You want to stay out of jail, don't ya? I mean, you want to keep your money and your freedom. 'Cause I got three little letters for ya, IRS; if they can get Capone, they can get you. Hey, look. [picks up a nail polish bottle] Here's you, right? Pink—Pinkman, get it? [picks up cotton balls] Here's your cash. You're out on the town, yeah? You're partying hardy, you're knockin' boots with the chicky babes and oh, who's this? [picks up paddle] It's the taxman, and he's looking at you. Now, what does he see? He sees a young fella with a big fancy house, unlimited cash supply and no job. Now what is the conclusion the taxman makes?
Jesse
I'm a drug dealer.
[buzzer sound] Wrong! Million times worse–you're a tax cheat! What do they do? They take every penny, and you go in the can [tosses nail polish into the trash] 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. Hand me that little thing- bin. [Jesse grabs a jar of Q-Tips and hands it to Saul] This is the nail salon, right? I take your dirty money... [opens the jar and puts the cotton balls in] and I slip it into the salon's nice, clean cash flow. That's called layering. Final step: Integration. The revenues from the salon go to the owner–that's you! [empties the jar onto the armrest] Your filthy drug money has been transformed into nice, clean, taxable income, brought to you by a savvy investment in a thriving business.
Jesse
So you want me to buy this place so I can pay taxes? I'm a criminal, yo.
Yeah, and if you want to stay a criminal and not become, say, a convict, then maybe you should grow up and listen to your lawyer.
Jesse
Right. So you can get your five percent.
No, that's seventeen percent.
Jesse
I heard you say five! You said it right in front of me.
Yeah, that was for your partner. It's privileges of seniority and all. But for you, it's the usual: Seventeen percent, and that's a bargain.
There's been a contamination.
Jesse
Wait, what? Whoa, hey, hold up!
Something got into the lab.
Jesse
So, uh, what do we do? I mean, do we... Wait, wait! Shouldn't we be wearing masks?
No, no, it's not that kind of contaminant.
Jesse
So it's, like, not dangerous? Mr. White, talk to me here!
Not to us, particularly, no.
Jesse
[noticing Walter's homemade fly swatter] What the hell is that?
Jesse
Exactly what kind of contaminant are we dealing with here?
Jesse
What do you mean? Fly, like...like what do you mean?
I mean, a fly. A housefly.
Jesse
Like, uh, one fly? Singular? What'd it do?
It got into the lab and I'm trying to get it out, okay? Understand?
Jesse
No, man, not really. I can't say that I'm really following you here. Dude, you scared the shit out of me! When you say it's contamination, I'm thinking like an Ebola leak or something!
Jesse
Yeah, it's a disease on the Discovery Channel where all your intestines sort of just slip right out of your butt!
Thank you, I know what Ebola is.
Jesse
Uh-huh.
Now tell me, what would a West African virus be doing in our lab, hm?
Jesse
So you're chasing around a fly, and in your world, I'm the idiot?
Jesse, listen. This fly–or any other fly, for that matter–cannot be in our lab. [overlooks Jesse from under his glasses] Do you understand, Jesse? It's a problem. It's a contamination, and that is in no way a misuse of the word, "contamination."
Okay, look, we're running late, so let's just get started. The sooner we do it, the sooner we're done.
Jesse
Frickin' finally.
[Jesse grabs a sack and just as he's about to put in the tank, Walt stops him]
Jesse
It's time to alkaline.
Have you not heard a word I said? No cooking until this fly is dealt with. Have I been speaking to myself?
Jesse
The timer went off, yo! How long is this batch gonna be good for? An hour? Two?
The batch will be good for nothing if we don't clear the contaminant.
Jesse
"Clear the contaminant?!" We're making meth here, alright? Not space shuttles!
We're making nothing until we catch this fly.
Jesse
What fly? Alright? Where the hell is this fly? Not like I even seen this thing! Maybe your positive pressure blew it out the door or something.
No, no. It is here. It is around, okay? He's around, and I'm not going to expose this batch to the open air and contamination, period. Now, you can leave to deal with this myself or you can help me. But you're right, we're running out of time. So I need you to answer right now. [Jesse drops the sack and walks off] Okay.
I've been to my oncologist, Jesse. Just last week. I'm still in remission. I'm healthy.
Jesse
That's good. Great.
Jesse
That's great.
No. I missed it. There was some perfect moment that passed me right by, but I had to have enough to leave them. That was the whole point. None of this makes any sense if I didn't have enough. And it had to be before she found out. Skyler. It had to be before that.
Jesse
Perfect moment? For what? To drop dead? Are you saying you want to die?
I'm saying that I lived too long. You want them to actually miss you. You want their memories of you to be... but she just won't.. .she just won't understand. I mean, no matter how well I explain it, these days she just has this.. .this... I mean, I truly believe there exists some combination of words. There must exist certain words in a certain specific order that can explain all of this, but with her I just can't ever seem to find them.
Jesse
Mr. White, why don't you just sit down.
You know, I was thinking before the fugue state, but during the fugue state I didn't have enough money, so no, not then. And plus my daughter wasn't born yet. It had to be after Holly was born.
Jesse
Mr. White...
Definitely before the surgery. Ah Christ, that damn second cell phone. I mean, how could I possibly? [pause] Oh, I know the moment. It was the night Jane died. I was at home and we needed diapers and so I said I'd go, but it was just an excuse. Actually that was the night I brought you your money, remember?
Jesse
Yeah. I remember.
And afterward I stopped at a bar. It was odd, I never do that–go to a bar alone. I just walked in, sat down. I never told you.
Jesse
You went to a bar?
I sit down and this man, this stranger, he engages me in conversation. He's a complete stranger. But he turns out to be Jane's father, Donald Margolis.
Jesse
What are you talking about?
Of course I didn't know it at the time. I mean, he's just some guy in a bar. I just didn't put it together until after the crash when he was all over the news.
Jesse
Jane's dad?
Think of the odds. Once I tried to calculate them, but they're astronomical. I mean, think of the odds of me going in and sitting down that night, in that bar, next to that man.
Jesse
What'd you talk about?
Jesse
What about family?
I told him that I had a daughter and he told me he had one, too. And he said, "Never give up on family." And I didn't. I took his advice. My God, the universe is random. It's not inevitable; it's simple chaos. It's subatomic particles and endless pings, collision–that's what science teaches us. What does this say? What is it telling us that the very night that this man's daughter dies, it's me who is having a drink with him? I mean, how could that be random?
[Walter stumbles, starting to succumb to the sleeping pills]
Jesse
Hey, sit down.
No, no, it's, uh... Oh, that was the moment. That night. I should never have left home. Never gone to your house. Maybe things would have... Oh, I was... I was at home watching TV. Some nature program about elephants... and Skyler and Holly were in another room. I can hear them on the baby monitor. She was singing a lullaby. Oh, if I had just lived right up to that moment... and not one second more... That would have been perfect.
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