Adjusting for inflation—good state college—adjusting for inflation, say $45,000 a year, two kids, four years of college...$360,000. Remaining mortgage on the home, $107,000. Home equity line, $30,000, that's $137,000. Cost of living, food, clothing, utilities—say, two grand a month? I mean, that should put a dent in it, anyway. 24K a year provides for, say, ten years. That's $240,000, plus 360 plus 137...seven thirty-seven. $737,000, that's what I need. That is what I need. You and I both clear about 70 grand a week. That's only ten and a half more weeks. Call it eleven. Eleven more drug deals and always in a public place from now on. It's doable. Definitely doable.
“Seven-Thirty-Seven” · Season 2, Episode 1
In this episode: Walter White (4), Jesse Pinkman (3), Skyler White (1)
Oh, we are dead. Dead men! Muerto, or muerte, or however the hell you...Jesus...
This is conjecture.
This is conjecture?
Conjecture, yes. And conjecture isn't helping.
Oh, my conjecture isn't helping?
Could you just state the facts?
Alright, fine, facts in. Fact A: My phone rang like eight times last night. Dead air, hang-ups every time. Second fact? Like three in the morning, I saw that black Caddy of his cruising my neighborhood. No headlights.
No, if he wanted to kill us, he would have done it at the junkyard.
What is that? Conjecture? Are you basing that on that he's got a normal, healthy brain or something? Did you not see him beat a dude to death for, like, nothing? And that way–that way he just kept staring at us. Saying, "You're done." You're done?! You wanna know what that means? I will tell you what that means! That means exactly how it sounds, yo! Alright, we are witnesses, we are loose ends! Right now, Tuco's thinking, "Yeah, hey, they cook good meth, but can I trust them?" What happens when he decides, "no"?
[Jesse is explaining how he will kill Tuco]
Alright, say we set up one last sale–this is providing he doesn't decide to waste us before then. Now every time we bring in a new batch, he always tests the product, right? So... as his head is down, y'know giving it a snort, just: Pop, pop, pop!
Pop, pop, pop? So, three shots?
Yeah, three shots, or I dunno, two?
No, wait—So, is it two or is it three?
I mean, two would probably work, I guess, yeah.
Okay, two shots. Two shots in the chest, two shots in the face? What?
Man, c'mon—
No, I am just trying to understand how this works! [pause] Okay. Alright, we'll put a pin in that—but by now, the big guy, Gonzo, he's probably coming at you, right?
Yeah...
Right, so you turn towards him...
Yeah, just whale on him!
...and then, how many shots for him? I mean, he's a big guy, right? How many shots does that take?
I dunno, three? Three shots?
Okay, three shots. Okay, Tuco and Gonzo, two men down... Now, is there anyone else there? I mean, Tuco is usually with someone else, right? Maybe even a couple of guys, his- his dealers, his posse? [Jesse is unable to answer] Alright. So, we'll put a pin in that one, too. Now at this point, how many shots have been fired? I mean, you've gotta be running low, right? How many bullets does that gun even take?
[Jesse tries to open the gun to check, but is unable to do so, and eventually puts it down in defeat]
How can you suggest that we kill a man and you can't even open the gun? It's not that easy, is it?
Hey, man, Walt... You did it.
Look, it's got five bullets. I finally figured out how to... [struggles to open the gun]Look, I just finally... [gets it open] I figured it out. I say we get a second gun. Right? For you? I mean, don't we like double our chances? I mean, mathematically?
I've got a better idea.
Oh, thank God! Alright, what is it, Mr. White? Lay it on me.
[holds up a small bag of...] Beans.
Beans?
They're castor beans.
So what are we gonna do with them? Are we just gonna grow a magic beanstalk, huh? Climb it and escape?
We are going to process them into ricin.
Rice and beans?
[rolls his eyes] Ricin. It's an extremely effective poison. It's toxic in small doses. Also fairly easy to overlook during an autopsy.
Alright. Alright, so...
[slaps Jesse's hand away from the beans] Don't touch them!
Seriously? You can get poisoned from beans?
Yes. Back in the late ‘70s, ricin was used to assassinate a Bulgarian journalist. The KGB modified the tip of an umbrella to inject a tiny pellet into the man’s leg. And we’re talking about an amount not much bigger than the head of a pin.
But it... it killed him?
Oh, yes. Now, we just need to figure out a delivery device. And then, no more Tuco.
I need support. Me, the almost forty-year old pregnant woman with the surprise baby on the way. And the husband with lung cancer who disappears for hours on end and I don't know where he goes and he barely even speaks to me anymore. With the moody son who does the same thing. And the overdrawn checking account. And the lukewarm water heater that leaks rusty-looking crap and is rotting out the floor of the utility closet and we can't even afford to fix it! But oh, I see! Now I'm supposed to go, "Hank, please, what can I possibly do to further benefit my spoiled, kleptomaniac bitch sister who somehow always manages to be the center of attention?" 'Cause God knows she's the one with the really important problems!
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