Breaking Bad · Season 1, Episode 2
“Cat's in the Bag” · Season 1, Episode 2
In this episode: Walter White (4), Jesse Pinkman (3), Skyler White (2)
After we finish cleaning up this mess, we will go our separate ways. Our paths will never cross and we will tell this to no one. Understood?
Oh what, I can talk now? [pause] Fine! That goes double for me!
[Walter and Jesse hear a moan. They turn around and notice Krazy-8 is still barely alive]
Oh, shit.
Who's this Jesse Pinkman to you?
He... sells me pot.
He sells you pot?
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?
Skyler, I just... haven't quite been myself lately.
Yeah, no shit. Thanks for noticing.
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.
[As Jesse is moving Emilio's body, Skyler drives up to his house and approaches his gate]
Excuse me? 'Scuse me? Excuse me, you. [Jesse nervously looks up and around] Yes, you. May I talk to you?
[Skyler enters the driveway and Jesse quickly runs over to her]
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, this is private property!
Just a minute. I–I want to talk to you.
Nope. Nope, not interested. Come on!
[Jesse grabs Skyler's arm and she pulls away, backing off]
Hey, don't touch me! Do not... touch me!
Alright! Alright, look! Not touching, 'kay? Not touching here! Look, lady. Whatever you're selling, I ain't buyin', yo.
Well, my name is Skyler White, yo. My husband is Walter White, yo. Uh-huh. He told me everything.
Seriously?
That's right. And just so you know, my brother-in-law is a DEA agent. And I will not hesitate to call him. Not if I have to. Understood? [brief pause; Jesse is silent] This is your one and only warning. Do not... sell marijuana to my husband.
[pause] Okay?
I mean it. Don't call our house again. You stay away from him, or you will be one sorry individual. You get me?
Uh, I... think so. Yeah. Uh, no more marijuana. I can–I can dig it.
[softly, while nodding] You can dig it. Wonderful.
[Skyler and Jesse awkwardly stare each other down as Skyler starts walking away. She turns back around when she reaches Jesse’s gate.]
Not that it's any of my business, but... you might want to consider a different line of work.
You got a brother in the goddamn DEA?!
What?
You said you were just doing some ride-along! Yes or no, do you have a brother in the DEA?
Brother-in-law.
[sarcastically] Oh, now there's a load off my mind.
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?
Because somehow it seemed preferable to admitting that I cook crystal meth and killed a man.
[after Jesse's ceiling caves in, dumping bloody offal onto the floor] I'm sorry, what were you asking me? Oh, yes, that "stupid plastic container" I asked you to buy. You see, hydrofluoric acid won't eat through plastic; it will however dissolve metal, rock, glass, ceramic... so there's that.
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