You're a fine chemist, really. With a promising future. It's just that... that I–that we–just have different rhythms, Gale. You see, it's as if I'm classical, but you are more... jazz.
Jazz, yes. And God knows there is nothing wrong with jazz. It's simply that I require...
[Jesse enters Gus' superlab]
Oh, shit! Man, this is the bomb! [to Walter] What's up, partner?! Oh, I can't believe it!
GGale
This is my replacement?
GGale
Hi, I'm Gale. Nice to meet you.
'Sup? [to Walter] Man, we should have ditched that RV months ago. It's all, like, shiny up in here.
GGale
I'm sorry, I must be missing something. I don't mean... I don't mean to be... This makes no sense.
[Walter gives a book to Walter Jr]
WWalter
I skimmed through it. Looks interesting.
Yeah. Uncle Hank gave it to me.
WWalter
Well, what's it about?
Pablo Escobar, this big drug guy in the '80s.
WWalter
Yeah. Yeah, I remember seeing him on the news.
Well, it's more about the guys who investigated him and tried to bring him down. Some of them were DEA, you know? Uncle Hank said that they were worth learning about. That everybody knows who Pablo Escobar is but nobody knows about the guys that brought him down.
WWalter
I guess I never thought about it.
He said that good guys never get ink like the bad guys do.
[Walter confronts Gus in the hospital lobby]
You knew. You knew my brother-in-law was with the DEA.
I investigate everyone with whom I do business. What careful man wouldn't?
He is not a problem for us or our business, but your being here... is this some sort of message?
I'm supporting my community. I hide in plain sight, same as you. Are we done?
No, listen, I, uh... This attack on my brother-in-law, I don't understand it, I don't know what it means. Please, if you may have some knowledge that you can share with me. I fear for my family.
I'm sure they'll be fine. I am told the assassin that survived is gravely injured. It's doubtful he'll live. Now thank me and shake my hand.
[Gus is working the late shift at Los Pollos Hermanos when he gets a phone call from Juan Bolsa]
JJuan
I assume you heard the news.
Your man died. I heard. It's unfortunate.
JJuan
Yeah, unfortunate. And meanwhile I have federales surrounding my house. You know what I think, Gustavo? I think you're behind all this.
Why would I do this? How would it serve me?
JJuan
That's the part that I'm trying to figure out. Go off on your own, maybe? You actually think that would work?
Juan, you sound like you're under a lot of stress. Maybe you should call me back when you're seeing things more clearly.
JJuan
I see things clear enough. One DEA gets shot, all of Washington starts barking. The DF suddenly has to put on a big show and I wind up with federales in my rose bushes. And just for a while, appearances, politics... Are you still there, Gustavo?
JJuan
I'll weather this. I always do. My brother is a police chief. I got connections. They'll get me through. And when I get proof and the others find out what you've done, maybe we come pay you a visit. Maybe—
[Glass shatters. Juan and his men begin shouting and run to the source of the noise but they are gunned down on sight. Gus listens eagerly, smiles, breaks apart his phone and throws it away]
