There's been a contamination.
Wait, what? Whoa, hey, hold up!
Something got into the lab.
So, uh, what do we do? I mean, do we... Wait, wait! Shouldn't we be wearing masks?
No, no, it's not that kind of contaminant.
So it's, like, not dangerous? Mr. White, talk to me here!
Not to us, particularly, no.
[noticing Walter's homemade fly swatter] What the hell is that?
Exactly what kind of contaminant are we dealing with here?
What do you mean? Fly, like...like what do you mean?
I mean, a fly. A housefly.
Like, uh, one fly? Singular? What'd it do?
It got into the lab and I'm trying to get it out, okay? Understand?
No, man, not really. I can't say that I'm really following you here. Dude, you scared the shit out of me! When you say it's contamination, I'm thinking like an Ebola leak or something!
Yeah, it's a disease on the Discovery Channel where all your intestines sort of just slip right out of your butt!
Thank you, I know what Ebola is.
Now tell me, what would a West African virus be doing in our lab, hm?
So you're chasing around a fly, and in your world, I'm the idiot?
Jesse, listen. This fly–or any other fly, for that matter–cannot be in our lab. [overlooks Jesse from under his glasses] Do you understand, Jesse? It's a problem. It's a contamination, and that is in no way a misuse of the word, "contamination."
Okay, look, we're running late, so let's just get started. The sooner we do it, the sooner we're done.
[Jesse grabs a sack and just as he's about to put in the tank, Walt stops him]
Have you not heard a word I said? No cooking until this fly is dealt with. Have I been speaking to myself?
The timer went off, yo! How long is this batch gonna be good for? An hour? Two?
The batch will be good for nothing if we don't clear the contaminant.
"Clear the contaminant?!" We're making meth here, alright? Not space shuttles!
We're making nothing until we catch this fly.
What fly? Alright? Where the hell is this fly? Not like I even seen this thing! Maybe your positive pressure blew it out the door or something.
No, no. It is here. It is around, okay? He's around, and I'm not going to expose this batch to the open air and contamination, period. Now, you can leave to deal with this myself or you can help me. But you're right, we're running out of time. So I need you to answer right now. [Jesse drops the sack and walks off] Okay.
I've been to my oncologist, Jesse. Just last week. I'm still in remission. I'm healthy.
No. I missed it. There was some perfect moment that passed me right by, but I had to have enough to leave them. That was the whole point. None of this makes any sense if I didn't have enough. And it had to be before she found out. Skyler. It had to be before that.
Perfect moment? For what? To drop dead? Are you saying you want to die?
I'm saying that I lived too long. You want them to actually miss you. You want their memories of you to be... but she just won't.. .she just won't understand. I mean, no matter how well I explain it, these days she just has this.. .this... I mean, I truly believe there exists some combination of words. There must exist certain words in a certain specific order that can explain all of this, but with her I just can't ever seem to find them.
Mr. White, why don't you just sit down.
You know, I was thinking before the fugue state, but during the fugue state I didn't have enough money, so no, not then. And plus my daughter wasn't born yet. It had to be after Holly was born.
Definitely before the surgery. Ah Christ, that damn second cell phone. I mean, how could I possibly? [pause] Oh, I know the moment. It was the night Jane died. I was at home and we needed diapers and so I said I'd go, but it was just an excuse. Actually that was the night I brought you your money, remember?
And afterward I stopped at a bar. It was odd, I never do that–go to a bar alone. I just walked in, sat down. I never told you.
I sit down and this man, this stranger, he engages me in conversation. He's a complete stranger. But he turns out to be Jane's father, Donald Margolis.
What are you talking about?
Of course I didn't know it at the time. I mean, he's just some guy in a bar. I just didn't put it together until after the crash when he was all over the news.
Think of the odds. Once I tried to calculate them, but they're astronomical. I mean, think of the odds of me going in and sitting down that night, in that bar, next to that man.
I told him that I had a daughter and he told me he had one, too. And he said, "Never give up on family." And I didn't. I took his advice. My God, the universe is random. It's not inevitable; it's simple chaos. It's subatomic particles and endless pings, collision–that's what science teaches us. What does this say? What is it telling us that the very night that this man's daughter dies, it's me who is having a drink with him? I mean, how could that be random?
[Walter stumbles, starting to succumb to the sleeping pills]
No, no, it's, uh... Oh, that was the moment. That night. I should never have left home. Never gone to your house. Maybe things would have... Oh, I was... I was at home watching TV. Some nature program about elephants... and Skyler and Holly were in another room. I can hear them on the baby monitor. She was singing a lullaby. Oh, if I had just lived right up to that moment... and not one second more... That would have been perfect.
