[After Walt fakes being in a fugue state by stripping naked in a supermarket as an explanation for his and Jesse's whereabouts]
Well, which supermarket? Is it like a big one? Like a chain?
Don't get me wrong. I think it's just great that he's, y'know, back and he's feeling better. I just, I mean, he...naked. He was naked naked in a supermarket. It wasn't Whole Foods, was it?
[Hank is interrogating Jesse about his car being found at Tuco's hideout]
So who's your chief, little Injun?
What? What does that even mean?
It means I think your story's bullshit. I think you know who Tuco Salamanca was. I think your car was there because you were there. Tuco had a bullet in him when I got there and I think you know something about that, too.
So what're you saying? Like, I shot someone with, like, a gun?
You? No. Only shooting that you do is into a Kleenex.
[Walter is in therapy to help treat his "fugue state"]
Look, doctor, I feel fine. Really. Now, if this is truly necessary, can't I continue as an outpatient?
TTherapist
Walt, a fugue state is a very serious event. What if you were to disassociate when you were driving? What if you were to get into a situation where you could be shot by the police? You understand we can't allow you to leave, until we're certain what happened is a non-recurring event. Saying you feel fine doesn't solve this.
[beat] Would you tell me about patient confidentiality?
TTherapist
It's very straightforward; without your permission, I can't disclose anything you tell me to anyone.
TTherapist
Not to your family, not to the police, not to anyone. The only exception would be if you threatened to kill someone... then I'd be able to tell that person, but only that person.
And you–as a medical practitioner–you abide by these strictures absolutely?
Alright... there was no fugue state. I remember everything. [stands up; removes tubing] The truth is... I couldn't stand to spend another second in that house. I just had to...get out, and so I left. I didn't think about it, I just did it. I-I walked for a long time, and when I couldn't walk anymore, I hitchhiked. I got as far as Gallup... [sighs] ...and then it was just time to come home.
TTherapist
So, being found naked in a supermarket; that was your way of giving credibility to a lie, of avoiding questions about your disappearance? Why run away? What did you feel you had to run from?
Doctor, my wife is seven months pregnant with a baby we didn't intend. My fifteen-year old son has cerebral palsy. I am an extremely overqualified high school chemistry teacher. When I can work, I make $43,700 per year. I have watched all of my colleagues and friends surpass me in every way imaginable, and within eighteen months, I will be dead. And you ask why I ran?
[Hank and Gomez have had Tuco's uncle Hector brought to the interrogation room in hopes that he'll identify Jesse]
Gomie, you want to do the honors?
[in Spanish] Good afternoon, Mr. Salamanca. Do you understand English?
[Hector rings the bell]
NNurse
That means, "yes". "Yes" is a bell, "no" is no bell.
Oh, c'mon! This is bullshit! I mean, look at this dude, alright? He doesn't even know what planet he's living on!
Señor, are we on the planet Mars? [pause; no bell] Are we on the planet Saturn? [pause; still no bell] Are we on the planet Earth? [Hector rings the bell] Señor, is today Friday? [pause; no bell] Is today Monday? [pause; still no bell] Is today Tuesday? [Hector rings the bell]
Okay, seems like he's all there. Let's go for it.
Señor, was this man at your house yesterday? [long pause; Hector does nothing] Señor, was this man at your house yesterday?
This guy right here, he was at your house, right? Was he doing business with your nephew Tuco?
Señor, are you scared of this man?
Nah, he's not scared. C'mon granddad, why don't you wanna help us out?
[Hector turns to Hank, stands up, and defecates in his chair]
I guess that's a "no"....
Pay phone, middle of nowhere, nobody followed. So how'd it go?
They sweated me plenty, but they finally cut me loose. So you getting out of there?
Walter Tomorrow. So who came for you? The DEA? What'd they ask you?
Yeah, that's the thing, y'know? Your scumbag brother-in-law took my rainy day fund.
My rainy day fund, $68,000, okay? Cue ball son of a bitch laughed in my face. Now I got, like, eighty bucks to my name.
Wait, wait, what does he know? Does he know it's your money?
No, man, he doesn't know shit, okay? The plan worked. He bought it. I got bills due, man. I'm screwed.
Badger's cousin took it to his garage. It's safe.
Can he get it running again?
You still wanna cook? Seriously?