My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. To all law enforcement entities, this is not an admission of guilt. I am speaking to my family now. Skyler, you are the love of my life. I hope you know that. Walter Junior, you're my big man. There are... there are going to be some things that you'll come to learn about me in the next few days. I just want you to know that no–no matter how it may look, I only had you in my heart. Goodbye.
“Pilot” · Season 1, Episode 1
In this episode: Walter White (6), Jesse Pinkman (5)
Why are you here?
I was curious. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but methamphetamine? I didn't picture that. There's a lot of money in it, huh?
I don't know what you're talking about.
No?
Not a clue.
"Cap'n Cook?" That's not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you.
Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, Mr. White. I mean, if you're planning on giving me some bull-winder about getting right with Jesus by turning myself in...
Not really.
High school was a long time ago, okay? You ain't Welcome Back, Kotter, so step off. No speeches.
Short speech. You lost your partner today. What's his name–Emilio? Emilio is going to prison. The DEA took all your money, your lab. You got nothing. Square one. But you know the business. And I know the chemistry. I'm thinking... maybe you and I could partner up.
You, uh... you want to cook crystal meth? You. You and, uh... and me?
That's right. Either that... or I turn you in.
Did you learn nothing from my chemistry class?
No. You flunked me, remember?
No wonder.
Prick! And let me tell you something else, this ain't chemistry. This is art. Cooking is art. And the shit I cook is the bomb, so don't be telling me.
The shit you cook is shit. I saw your set-up. Ridiculous. You and I will not make garbage. We will produce a chemically pure and stable product that performs as advertised. No adulterants. No baby formula. No chili powder.
No, no, chili P is my signature, man!
Not anymore.
[Walter withdraws his life savings and takes them to Jesse's car]
Dude, this isn't even seven grand, alright? My guy wants eighty-five.
This is all the money I have in the world. You're a drug dealer. Negotiate.
[scoffs] Y-You are not how I remember you from class. I mean, like, not at all.
Yeah, well, I gotta go.
Wait, wait, hold up! [leans out the car window] Tell me why you're doing this. Seriously.
Why do you do it?
Money! Mainly.
There you go.
Nah, come on... Man, some straight like you, giant stick up his ass, all of a sudden at age what, 60, he's just gonna break bad?
I'm 50.
It's weird, is all, okay? It doesn't compute. Listen, if you've gone crazy or something; I mean, if y–if you've gone crazy or depressed, I'm just saying... th–that's something I need to know about, okay? I mean, that affects me.
I am awake.
[scoffs] What?
Buy the RV. We start tomorrow.
[Jesse records Walter cooking in his underwear with a camcorder]
Wow, this is a really great look for you. I mean, you're maybe only the world's second-biggest homo.
Shut up and help me.
[zooming in on Walt's underwear] Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Work it, baby, work it.
[notices Jesse recording him and tries to grab the camcorder] Turn that off!
This is glass-grade. You got... Jesus, you got crystals in here two inches, three inches long. This is pure glass! You're a goddamn artist! This-this is art, Mr. White!
Actually, it's just basic chemistry. But thank you, Jesse, I'm glad it's acceptable.
"Acceptable"? You're the goddamn Iron Chef! Every chiphead from here to Timbaktu's going to want a taste!
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