Have you heard of a company called Gray Matter? Well, I cofounded it in grad school with a couple of friends. Actually, I was the one who named it. And back then, it just, oh, small time. We had a couple of patents pending, but nothing Earth-shattering. Of course, we all knew the potential. Hell, we were gonna take the world by storm. And then, well, something happened between the three of us. I'm not going to go into detail, but for personal reasons I decided to leave the company. And I sold my share to my two partners. I took a buyout for $5,000. Now at the time, it was a lot of money for me. Care to guess what that company is worth now?
JesseMillions?
Billions. With a B. $2.16 billion as of last Friday. I look it up every week. And I sold my share, my potential, for $5,000. I sold my kids' birthright for a few months' rent.
Jesse
This isn't the same thing.
Jesse, you asked me if I was in the meth business or the money business. Neither. I'm in the empire business.
Jesse
Is a meth empire really something to be that proud of?
[Walter, Skyler and Jesse are having a very awkward dinner]
Jesse
Mmmm, these are great green beans, Mrs. White. I like that you got the slivered almonds going. My mom always made 'em like that. You put lemon in there too?
They are from the deli at Albertsons.
Jesse
Oh... Oh, well, uh... Well–you know–good, uh, good work on your shopping then, because these are choice. I eat a lot of frozen stuff. It's usually pretty bad. I mean, the pictures are always so awesome, you know? It's like, "Hell, yeah, I'm stoked for this lasagna!" And then you nuke it, and the cheese gets all scabby on top and it's like you're eating a scab. I mean, seriously, what's that about? It's like, yo, whatever happened to truth in advertising? You know? [pause; Walter and Skyler do not respond] So, hey, uh, how's business? The car wash? Mr. White said it's going really well. Says, like, you're, uh, a great manager.
Jesse
Yeah, he says you've got it running like–like a machine. Like, well-oiled. Yeah.
What else did he tell you about me?
Jesse
Oh, you know, just good stuff. Just really–you know–really good, good stuff. We don't really talk that much about–you know–personal things.
[to Walter] Did you also tell him about my affair?
[Walter doesn't respond; Jesse takes a long sip from a glass of water]
May I please be excused? [leaves the table with a large glass of wine]
You know, my kids are gone.
Jesse
Thank God.
No, I don't mean they're out for the night. They're gone. They're staying at my in-laws; she made me kick my own kids out of the house. She told me... that she was counting the days until my cancer came back. My wife is waiting for me to die. This business is all I have left now. It's all I have... and you want to take it away from me.
[sees that the methylamine is gone] Where is he?
Jesse
Mike.
[shoving Jesse] Get out of my way. [draws a gun on Walter] You sit down.
Jesse
Mike, Mike, hold on! Mr. White's got an idea!
[holding the gun at Walter's temple] I am going to count to three.
Jesse
Mike, I'm serious!
Jesse
It's a great idea! Look, you get your $5 million, we both do, and he gets his methylamine. Alright? Just hear him out!
[pause] Is that true, Walter?
Jesse
Mr. White. Can we just take a second and talk about all this?
Jesse
Um...
Uh, look, you know what I think we need to talk about? Doubling down.
Jesse
Doubling down?
Mm-hmm. Cooking a hundred pounds a week, not fifty. As in, starting a new lab–a lab that you'll run. A cook all of your own. Why not? You deserve it. You're every bit as good as me. Well, what do you think?
Jesse
Mr. White, uh, I think that nothing has changed for me. I just want to get my money and get out.
Jesse, this... what we do... being the best at something is a very rare thing. You don't just toss something like that away. And what? You want to squander that potential–your potential? Why? To do what?
Jesse
I don't know.
Think. To do what, Jesse?
Jesse
I don't know. I'll figure it out, alright?
Look at you. What have you got in your life? Nothing. Nobody. Oh wait, yes–video games and go-carts. Oh, and when you get tired of that, what then? Huh? And how soon will you start using again? Look, I know how upset you are about what happened to this boy. I am just as upset as you are.
Jesse
Are you? Really?
How can you say that to me? Jesus! I mean, I'm the one who's the father here! What, do I gonna curl up in a ball in tears in front of you? Do I have to lock myself in a room and get high to prove it to you?! What happened to that boy was a tragedy and it tears me up inside! But because it happened, what, am I supposed to just lie down and die with him? It's done! It makes me sick that it happened, just like everyone else who has died in our wake. What Todd did... you and I have done things that are just as bad.
Jesse
Yeah.
All the people that we've killed: Gale... and the rest. If you believe that there's a Hell–I don't know if you're into that–but we're already pretty much going there, right? But I'm not gonna lie down until I get there.
Jesse
What, just because I don't want to cook meth any more, I'm lying down? How many more people are gonna die 'cause of us?
No one. None. Now that we're in control, no one else gets hurt.
Jesse
You keep saying that and it's bullshit every time! Always! You know what? I'm done, okay? You just give me my money and you and I... we're done.
[fiddles with his apron] Hm... Okay. Mmm. Why? Why do you want this money?
Jesse
Because it's mine? It's my cut?
But isn't it filthy blood money? I mean, you're so pure; you have such emotional depth. No, no, no, no, no, you shouldn't touch that dirty money. I'll save you from that, Jesse. Come on. You want it, you want it just as much as I want it, and it's not wrong to want it. Okay? So stay, and work with me, and you can make ten times–twenty times–as much.
Jesse
...Whatever, man. You don't wanna pay me? I don't care.
Jesse
It's on you, alright? [starts walking out] I'm done.
No, you're not. You're not done. You're not leaving, because if you leave you get nothing! [Jesse shuts the door behind him] Do you understand me?! Nothing! JESSE!
Jesse
So what's the story? Did you get to Mike?
Jesse
He get out safe?
Jesse
Alright. So what about those nine guys? They got no reason not to talk now. So what do we do?
"We?" Who's we? There is no we anymore. I'm the only vote left. And I'll handle it.
[Jesse walks out, then turns to look back. Walter shuts the garage door]
So, uh, how is the maestro? Things have been quiet on this end.
Jesse
Haven't seen him.
Just as well. Probably. That whole thing in the jails, y'know... When they start to whack the lawyers, that's when I draw the line.
Jesse
[pointing to bags of money] This... goes to Kaylee Ehrmantraut and that goes to Mr. and Mrs. Albert Sharp. 315 East Pueblo. It's up in White Horse. It's two and a half million each, total of five.
...Uh, Mr. and Mrs. ah, who?
Jesse
Drew Sharp's parents.
Drew Sharp. That's the kid on TV, the missing...? Why would you–Scratch that. Heh, I don't know and I don't wanna know. Uh, the thing is, what those folks want is to know what happened to their boy. A sack full of cash on their doorstep, that's just gonna raise more questions. Kaylee Ehrmantraut, that's Mike's granddaughter? So this is Mike's money?
Jesse
It's mine.
It's your money? Okay, and you're giving it to Kaylee Ehrmantraut?
Jesse
It's what Mike wanted.
So you and Mike, uh... you've been in touch? [Jesse shakes his head] So we're just talking about charity? Yeah? Okay, look, you know, um, shelling out money to the ex and her little boy, I kind of get it–I mean, kind of–but this, this is a bridge too far. I'm sorry to say, kid, but you're still gonna be two miracles short of sainthood. Heh.
[Jesse looks despondent]
Brass tacks, okay? My job is to advise and my advice is: Come on, already. Mike left one step ahead of the boys in blue. You better believe his family's on the radar. A couple million bucks shows up, they're gonna snatch it tout suite! The feds have already taken Kaylee's money twice! What, are you going for a hat trick?!
Jesse
I'll freaking do it myself, Saul.
No, no, no, no! I was just–I was thinking out loud!
Jesse
Enough bullshit, Saul! Are you going to do this or not?
Yes, yes, absolutely! I live to serve!
[Jesse starts leaving Saul's office]
Hey, kid, you might wanna think about cleaning up a little, getting some rest. You've looked better.
Jesse
Just get it done.
Deja vu, huh? Jesus... alright, look. [tosses money bags on table] You wanna talk me through this? What you were thinking? What you asked Saul to do? I mean, come on... it's just nonsensical. Do you- do you have any explanation at all?
Jesse
[murmurs] Blood money.
Jesse
It's like you said. It–it's blood money.
I sa–? Jesus. Okay, yes, alright, I said that. I did... but it was in the heat of the moment. I was trying to win an argument, alright? And I was wrong. This is your money! Come on, you've earned it!
[Jesse stares off into the distance. Walter sits on the couch]
Drew Sharp. That is a terrible memory, no doubt about it... but son, you need to stop focusing on the darkness behind you. The past is the past. Nothing can change what we've done. But now, that's over. You're out, and so am I. [Jesse gives him an incredulous look] That's right. I'm done. I've been out for about a month, but there is nothing left for us to do except to try to live... ordinary, decent lives. [takes off his glasses] Why Kaylee Ehrmantraut?
Jesse
She needs someone looking after her.
Mike is perfectly capable of looking after his own granddaughter.
Jesse
...I don't think so. I don't think he is capable. I don't think he's coming back.
Jesse
You doing what you did? Offing Mike's guys? If he was out there, you'd have to look over your shoulder for the rest of your life, and that's not how you do things. So, I think he's dead, and... I think you know that.
I don't know that. I don't. Listen to me: I did not kill Mike. The last time I saw him, he had his bag–the one that I brought him–and he got into his car, and he drove away and for all I know, he's alive and well. And if... if he does come back, and he doesn't understand why I had to do what I did... well then, that's on me. Jesse. I need you to believe this. It's not true. It's just not.
Jesse
...So he's out there? He's okay?
Yes. Mike is fine, wherever he is. We both know that he can take care of himself, and he's certainly capable to provide for his own family. Okay? Jesse. I need you to believe me.
Jesse
[beat] Yeah. Like you said. He's alive.
Yeah. Mike's alive. Absolutely.
[Jesse looks away contemptuously]
Mr. Pinkman. How are you today? Not so good, huh? 'Course, uh, I might be able to help you out. I wanna talk to you about your partner, Heisenberg. See, I know he's my brother-in-law, Walt.
[Jesse looks at Hank, slightly surprised]
Oh, yeah. That's the look. Lucky for you, I'm more interested in him. So I got an offer. If you help me out here, tell me all about you and him and your little meth business, maybe I talk to my friends at the APD and make all this go away. I know he's the mastermind here. Plus... I'm thinking based on your recent activities that, uh... maybe there's a little trouble in paradise? Maybe you guys aren't, uh, getting along so good? I'm right, aren't I?
Jesse
Eat me.
Sure that's how you want to play this?
Jesse
Why don't you try and beat it out of me? That's your thing, right?
He really did a number on you, didn't he? I don't know, but... happy people usually don't go around... throwing millions of dollars away. I don't think, uh, Walt's gonna be patting you on the back for that. But maybe that's the point. 'Cause, you see, I get that. My own brother-in-law, lying to me for over a year, using me. Maybe you understand that feeling. Help me out here, Jesse... and we can put him away. I know you want that. I think you wanna talk.
Jesse
Not to you.
[Saul enters the interrogation room, followed by two detectives.]
Agent Schrader, beat any good suspects lately? [to the two detectives] Hey, tall and taller, ask him his history with my client. He knocked the poor kid unconscious last time they were alone together. So what'll it be, gentlemen, a civil rights lawsuit the size of Montana? 'Cause I'll oblige you. [Hank starts to leave] Oh, so long, Rocky. Keep your left up. Detectives, I'm inviting you to leave.
Saul knows a man. He specializes in getting people new identities. He would move you someplace far away, set you up with a whole new life. Yeah, I know. It sounds a little extreme. But maybe it's exactly what you need. You know, I really think that would be good for you. Clean slate. My, just think about it. You get a job. Something legitimate, something you like. Meet a girl, start a family even. Hell, you're still so damn young. You know, what's here for you now, anyway? I tell you, if I could, I'd trade places. Whole lifetime ahead of you, with a chance to hit the reset button. In a few years, this might all feel like nothing more than a bad dream.
Jesse
[beat] Would you just, for once, stop working me?
What are you talking about?
Jesse
Can you just, uh, stop working me for, like, ten seconds straight? Stop jerking me around?
Jesse, I am not working you.
Jesse
Yes. Yes, you are. Alright? Just drop the whole concerned dad thing and tell me the truth. I mean, you're–you're acting like me leaving town is–is all about me and turning over a new leaf, but it's really–it's really about you. I mean, you need me gone, 'cause your dickhead brother-in-law is never gonna let up. Just say so. Just ask me for a favor. Just tell me you don't give a shit about me, and it's either this—It's either this or you'll kill me the same way you killed Mike. I mean, isn't that what this is all about? Huh? Us meeting way the hell out here? In case I say no? Come on. Just tell me you need this.
[Walter slowly walks up to Jesse and hugs him.]
[Jesse breaks into Saul's office]
He a no-show? Why didn't you call? Why didn't you... [Jesse punches Saul in the face] Stop! [Jesse keeps hitting him] Code Red! Huell! Get in here!
[Saul tries to reach for a gun hidden in a drawer, but Jesse grabs it first. When Huell and Francesca enter the room, Jesse points the gun at them]
Jesse
Back off! You, stay where you are.
[at gun point] What? I don't know what happened here. What did I do?
Jesse
You stole it off of me. You and him–you took it right out of my pocket, didn't you?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down. Yes. Okay, I had Huell lift your dope. I told you I couldn't risk the guy not taking you.
Jesse
No! Before! The cigarette! You stole the cigarette.
Jesse
The ricin cigarette! You had him steal it off of me! And all for that asshole Mr. White! He poisoned Brock! He poisoned Brock, and you–you helped him!
Jesse
Say it again! Tell me one more time to calm down! Come on!
I'm sorry! Yes! Okay, I had Huell lift your cigarette, but Walt made me! He told me he was helping you, he was saving you. I never would've agreed to it if I'd known what he was gonna do. Jesse, you gotta believe me. I didn't want any of this!
[An enraged Jesse has broken into and is about to burn down the White residence. Hank bursts in, gun drawn.]
Jesse! Stop what you're doing and turn and face me!
Jesse
[sobbing] You wanna–You wanna know what he did? You wanna hear about it?
Jesse, put out the lighter.
Jesse
He poisoned a little kid. An eight-year-old boy. Just because, you know–just as a move!
Walt's a bastard. Secret's out. We'll talk about it. But I need you to put out the lighter, okay? Look, Jesse... Jesse, I don't want to kill you. And you don't wanna be killed. So put it out.
Jesse
He can't keep getting away with this! He can't keep getting away with it!
He won't. You really wanna burn him down? Let's do it together.
[Walt sees a photo showing a barrel with stacks of cash in it. His phone rings and he answers.]
Jesse
Got my photo, bitch? That barrel look familiar? ‘Cause I just found six more exactly like it.
[running out of the car wash] Jesse...
[Cut to Walt driving erratically on the street]
Jesse
That big bastard who works for Goodman–I pistol-whipped that melon he calls a head til he gives up what he knew, which led me to your rental van, which turns out had GPS. How do you like that, genius? Guess you didn’t think of everything.
Look, Jesse, I don’t know what you plan on doing here, but—
Jesse
Well, I’ll give you a hint, Walt. It involves a couple of five-gallon cans of gasoline and a lighter.
No, no, no, no, no! Jesse, please, listen to me—
Jesse
No, you listen to me, bitch! You get your ass out here as fast as you can.
Yes, I’m coming! Okay? Okay?!
Jesse
And don’t even think about calling anyone for help, alright? You hang up on me, put me on hold, I lost my call for any reason–as soon as you do, I’m burning all of it. Alright? One big bonfire. You get the picture?
I get it, I get it! Okay!
Jesse
Alright. Well, you better hurry, ‘cause I’m burning ten grand a minute til you get here, starting right now.
I said I’m coming! Don't you touch my money!
Jesse
Fire in the hole, bitch! There goes ten G's! Ahhh, nice orange flames!
No. No, no, no, no, NO! Jesse– Jesse, please. I'm dying. My cancer is back. You're not hurting anyone but my family. Okay? Look, I–I can't spend this money. It's not for me. I won't be around long enough to use it. It belongs to my children.
Jesse
Oh, you're gonna talk about kids. You're seriously gonna go there?
Jesse
No, you're not!
Jesse
You're not, but you're gonna be!
Yes, I am sorry about Brock! But he's alive, isn't he?! He's fine, just as I planned it! Don't you think I knew exactly how much to give him? That I had it all measured out?! Come on! Don't you know me by now?
Jesse
I know you're a lying, evil scumbag, that's what I know. Manipulating people. Messing with their heads.
Open your eyes! Can't you see that I needed you on my side to kill Gus?! I ran over those gangbangers! I killed Emilio and Krazy-8! Why? I did all of those things to try to save your life as much as mine, only you're too stupid to know it!
[Jack, Todd, and their men lie dead around the tiny shack. Walter drops his gun and pushes it toward Jesse. Jesse picks it up and points it at Walter.]
Jesse
Say the words. Say you want this! Nothing happens until I hear you say it!
Jesse
[notices that Walt has already been shot; lowers the gun and drops it] Then do it yourself.
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