Breaking Bad · Season 3, Episode 4
“Green Light” · Season 3, Episode 4
In this episode: Walter White (3), Saul Goodman (2), Jesse Pinkman (1), Skyler White (1), Hank Schrader (1), Mike Ehrmantraut (1), Gus Fring (1)
[Saul and Mike are listening to a recording of Walter and Skyler fighting]
You think this will get me to move out? You can screw Ted, you can screw the butcher, the mailman, whoever you want! Screw all! I'm not going anywhere.
Suit yourself.
Is this a good or bad thing?
Suit myself... You want me to suit myself?! I'll suit myself to his face!
It's a bad thing.
How did you know?
I'm sorry?
About Skyler. About where to find me just now. How did you know?
That's just my meticulousness. Don't bog down in detail, Walt. The lesson here—
Did you bug my house?
...Yeah. But I didn't know it was your house, did I? You moved out. Besides, you basically told me to.
I told you to?
You strongly hinted that I should. You were worried about your wife, remember? You were concerned that she might say something to the police.
No, no, that's not true. When the hell did I say that?
Let's not get lost in the who, whats and whens. The point is we did our due diligence and she didn't talk. She kept quiet, she stood by you, Walt. Which, if you ask me, is the ironical silver lining here. I mean, on the one hand, sure, she snuck off the reservation to get some dirty damp and deep. On the other—
[Walter grabs Saul and the two begin struggling on the floor. Mike rolls his eyes, strolls over to them and breaks it up]
YOU'RE FIRED! YOU'RE DONE!
Good! "Oh boo-hoo, I won't cook meth anymore!" You're a crybaby! Who needs you?! Hey, I'm unplugging the website, so no more money laundering! How do you like that?!
I want those bugs out of my house today! I want them out now!
You just bought a $300 suit, psycho!
[interrogating a meth head] So... let me get this straight, Russell. You got this meth from "some dude" wearing khaki pants, who–you're 80% sure–had a mustache. And that's it? That's your brain working at full capacity?
This is very shoddy work, Pinkman. I'm actually embarrassed for you.
What? No way. I gave out samples and everyone said it was the bomb.
Oh, they said it was the bomb? And who are they, I wonder? A bunch of meth heads?
Yeah, and they should know, right?
Yeah, well, sorry. I can't help you.
Fine, asswad. You know what? I'll contact the guy myself.
Oh yeah? Well, good luck because my guy's a pro and he doesn't deal with junkies.
Hey, you know what? Eat me!
Anytime, loser!
The good news is for stage three cancer, the guy's doing well. Physically. Mentally, the guy's a disaster. He's gone off the rails over this thing with his wife. My opinion: He's not coming back. Not on his own. Your friends were at his place again, by the way. They drew something on the street outside his house. The Scythe.
Animals... Does the lawyer know?
Should he?
No.
If you want this guy to produce again, why not just tell him? You're the only thing that stands between him and an axe to the head.
I do not believe fear to be an effective motivator. I want investment. For now, I'm simply interested in time frame. He will live for the foreseeable future, yes?
Hmm, foreseeable. Couple of years at least, barring acts of God or men with axes.
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