God. This entire process has just been so... It's always been one step forward and two steps back. We need your help.
Look, let's start with some tough love, alright? Ready for this? Here it goes: You two suck at peddling meth. Period. So, give up on trying to do it all yourselves. Hell, I'm amazed you got this far.
Look, we are not going to deal with another high-level distributor. No, thank you. We have been down that road.
What? Some tattooed speed-freak? What you two need is an honest-to-God businessman. Somebody who treats your product like the simple high-margin commodity that it is. Somebody who ships out of town, deals only in bulk. Someone who's been doing this for twenty years and never been caught.
You know someone like that?
Let's just say I know a guy who knows a guy... who knows another guy. Let me make some calls, see if I can get you a meeting.
I have no idea. He's very low profile. He's careful like that. From what I do hear about him, he sounds a little like you.
[Walter deduces that Gus Fring, the on-duty manager of Los Pollos Hermanos, is probably the distributor who wouldn't meet with him. He summons Gus to his table.]
Have a seat. Please. [Gus sits down across from Walt] I would like to know why you wouldn't meet with me yesterday.
I'm sorry, I'm not following.
I sat here yesterday waiting to meet with someone. I believe that person was you.
I think that you're confusing me for someone else.
[looks to the cashier to see if anyone is listening before turning back to Walter] Sir, if you have a complaint, I suggest you submit it through our e-mail system. I'd be happy to refer you to our website.
I was told that the man I'd be meeting with was very careful. A cautious man. I believe we are alike in that way. If you are who I think you are, you should give me another chance.
[Gus's demeanor suddenly changes: the open expression remains, but we are instantly made aware that this is a façade, and Gus's true self emerges.].
I don't think we're alike at all, Mr. White. You are not a cautious man at all. Your partner was late. And he was high.
He's high often, isn't he? [pause; Walter does not answer] You have poor judgment. I can't work with someone with poor judgment.
Are you familiar with my product?
I've been told it's excellent.
It is impeccable. It is the purest, most chemically sound product on the market, anywhere.
That is not the only factor.
You could charge twice the current rate for what I provide and your customers would pay it, hands down. Now, who I choose to do business with on my end is not your problem. You won't see him, you won't interact with him. Forget he exists.
I have to ask why. Why him?
Because he does what I say. Because I can trust him.
How much product do you have left?
38 pounds. Ready to go at a moment's notice. [Gus gets up] Will I hear from you?
I have your numbers. [softly] You can never trust a drug addict.
[Skinny Pete is describing Combo's funeral in a voicemail message to Jesse]
We missed you at the funeral today. The whole crew was representing. Even Badger came all the way from Fresno. Combo's people, his ma, grandma, cousins. Everyone was all choked up and shit, man. It was, like, emotional. And you should've seen the coffin. It was like this shiny white pearlescence. Like, I'm pretty sure I've seen the exact same paint job on a Lexus, right? So we're definitely talking high end.
[As Walter gets up to leave Los Pollos Hermanos, having learned Gus's name, Victor suddenly steps in front of him and blocks him from leaving]
VVictor
38 pounds, $1.2 million, [deliver to the] truck stop, two miles south of Exit 13 on the 25. One hour.
VVictor
One hour. You in or out?
In, in, absolutely, but I just need a little more time...
VVictor
One hour. If you miss it, don't ever show your face in here again.
