Let's get something straight. This–the chemistry–is my realm. I am in charge of the cooking. Out there on the street, you deal with that. As far as our customers go, I don't want to know anything about them. I don't need to see them. I don't want to hear from them. I want no interaction with them whatsoever. This operation is you and me, and I'm the silent partner. You got any issues with that?
No matter what happens, no more bloodshed. No violence.
[Cut to a brief flash-forward of Walter, with a shaved head and bloody nose, walking away from a chaotic scene with a smoking building in the background. He is holding a bag with blood on it]
When were you going to tell me?
Cancer. You got it, right?
[pointing to Walter's chemo mark on his chest] My aunt had one of those... dots on her to target the radiation. What is it, in your lung? I'm your partner, man. You should have told me. That's not cool, okay? Not at all. What stage are you?
Gone to your lymph nodes.
Your aunt... How bad was she when they caught it?
Bad enough. She didn't last long.
Seven months. I get it now. That's why you're doing all this. You wanna make some cash for your people before you check out.
You got a problem with that?
You tell me. You're the one that looks like you just crawled out of a microwave.
[Jesse comes back after selling meth]
How much meth did you sell?
Last I checked, there were sixteen ounces to a pound. What did you do with the rest, smoke it?
Yo, I've been out there all night slinging crystal! You think it's cake, moving a pound of meth one 'teenth at a time?
So why are you selling it in such small quantities? Why don't you just sell the whole pound at once?
To who? What do I look like, Scarface?
This... [holds up his small share] is unacceptable. I am breaking the law, here! This return is too little for the risk! I thought you'd be ready for another pound today!
You may know a lot about chemistry, man, but you don't know jack about slinging dope.
Well, I'll tell ya–I know a lack of motivation when I see it. [Jesse scoffs] Come on, you–you've gotta be more imaginative, you know, just–just think outside the box here! We have to move our product in bulk. Wholesale! Now, how do we do that?
What do you mean? To, like, a distributor?
Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor! Now, do you know anyone like that?
Yeah. I mean, I used to, until you killed him.
[pause]
So... who took Krazy-8's place?
Some guy named Tuco. Badass, from what I hear.
Tuco. Okay, so then, just go talk to Tuco.
[scoffs] Right. Like, "Hello, sir. Hey, I know you don't know me, but would you be interested in a felony quantity of methamphetamine?"
Well, yes, but maybe with a little more salesmanship, perhaps?
You just don't get it, man! Okay, this guy's OG!
What–What does that mean?
Agh, Jesus. Look, he's off our level, man! He's not gonna do business with some dude he doesn't know! You just don't understand the way it works; you can't just bum-rush some high-level iceman and start cutting deals, okay? It's risky. You need an intro, you need someone to vouch.
Well, who introduced you to Krazy-8?
Emilio, and that's only because I knew him from, like, third grade, and we can't talk to Emilio either, because—
Alright, alright, alright...
Look, I'm telling you, Mr. White... it's too risky. 'Kay? I mean, we're making money, why can't you just be satisfied with the way it is?
Oh, come on! Jesus! JUST GROW SOME FUCKIN' BALLS!!
[Walter enters Tuco's office, as he examines a sample of the pound of meth Walter brought with him]
Heisenberg. Okay. Have a seat, Heisenberg.
I don't imagine I'll be here very long.
No? Alright, be that way. It's your meeting. Why don't you start talking and tell me what you want?
[laughs] Oh, man! Fifty G's? How you figure that?
Thirty-five for the pound of meth you stole and another fifteen for my partner's pain and suffering.
Partner? [puts a cigarette out on his tongue] Oh, yeah! I remember that little bitch! So you must be daddy. [bursts out laughing] Let me get this straight: I steal your dope, I beat the piss out of your mule boy, and then you walk in here, and you bring me more meth?! [laughs hysterically] Woo! That's a brilliant plan, esé.
You got one part of that wrong. [reaches out and picks up the crystal Tuco had examined] This... is not meth.
[Walter throws the piece to the floor. The impact causes a tremendous explosion which knocks everyone off their feet and blows out all the windows in Tuco's office. Walter grabs the bag in the midst of the smoke.]
[holding the bag threateningly over his head] You wanna find out?
[Tuco's men get to their feet and draw their guns]
No-Doze, Gonzo, calma! Calma. Calma. You got balls, I'll give you that. Alright... alright. I'll give you your money.
[Tuco opens his safe and hands Walter a sack filled with $50,000.]
That crystal your partner brought me, it sold faster than $10 ass in T.J. What say you bring me another pound next week?
Alright. Money up front. Sometimes you got to rob to keep your riches, just as long as we got an understanding.
One pound is not going to cut it. You have to take two.
Orale. [points to Walter's bag] Hey, what is that shit?
Fulminated mercury, and a little tweak of chemistry.
