[Walter is out in the desert when a car pulls up. He hears his cell phone ringing]
I'd like you to exit your vehicle and start walking toward us.
And then what? I'm gonna need some... some kind of assurance.
I assure you I could kill you from way over here if it makes you feel any better.
[Walt walks over to the car that has shown up. Mike gets out and approaches Walt]
Walter. You’ve been busy. You wanna put your arms out to your sides for me, if you would?
[Walt does as he’s told, standing as Mike gives him a pat-down]
You know I haven’t slept since Thursday? I was out all night cleaning up after you. I need my sleep.
You said no half measures.
Yeah? About that, it's funny how words can be so open to interpretation. Tsk. [leads Walter towards the car] You get your car fixed?
You’re gonna wanna get your car fixed.
Let’s see how this goes first.
[Gus and Victor emerge from the Suburban]
Has your condition worsened?
Your medical condition, has it grown worse?
Is there a ringing in your ears? Are you seeing bright lights or hearing voices?
I'm quite well, thank you.
No. Clearly you are not. No rational person would do as you have done. Explain yourself.
My partner was about to get himself shot. I intervened.
Some worthless junkie. For him, you intervened and put us all at risk? Some contemptible junkie who couldn't keep the peace for eight hours?
That's right, he couldn't. He was angry because those two dealers of yours had just murdered an 11-year old boy.
I heard about it. He should have let me take care of it.
Maybe. Then again maybe he thought it was you who gave the order.
[acting offended] Are you asking me if I ordered the murder of a child?
I would never ask you that.
I wouldn't know. Couple of time zones away at least. Beyond that, I'd only be guessing. He has enough money to last forever. He knows he has to keep moving. You'll never find him.
I don't know, Walt. It's what I do after all.
He's out of the picture. I saved his life, I owed him that, but now he and I are done, which is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? You've always struck me as a very pragmatic man, so if I may, I would like to review options with you, of which, it seems to me, you have two. Option A: You kill me right here and now. Apparently I have made that very easy for you. You can kill me, no witnesses, and then spend the next few weeks or months tracking down Jesse Pinkman and you kill him, too. A pointless exercise, it seems to me, but that is option A.
I continue cooking. You and I both forget about Pinkman. We forget this ever happened. We consider this a lone hiccup in an otherwise long and fruitful business arrangement. I prefer option B.
You’d need a new assistant.
[nods] I could get right on that.
[Mike is trying to get Jesse's location from Saul]
Now when I say I'm looking for Pinkman, we both know why, don't we? And you pretending otherwise only wastes my time and serves to annoy me.
Look, Mike, there are rules to this lawyer thing.
Yeah! Attorney-client privilege. I mean, that's a big one. That's something I provide for you. I give up Pinkman, well, then you're gonna be asking, "Ol' Saul gives 'em up pretty easy. What's to keep him from giving me up?" Y'see, so, then where's the trust?
I trust the hole in the desert I'd leave you in.
Yeah, that's... an argument.
Saul, don't make me beat you until your legs don't work. Now tell me where to find him. You know it's the right thing.
[Walt secretly meets with Jesse in the laser tag arena]
I got my old job back. At least until they kill me and Gale takes over.
How long you think you got?
Well, he asks a lot of questions about the cooking process. I try to be as vague as possible but I got that guy Victor watching me, listening to every word I say. Maybe the only thing saving me is Gale's fastidiousness. Once he feels confident that he knows my entire method...
There's got to be some other way. Maybe it's better for you to just go the cops, alright? I mean, I can't believe I'm saying that and all, but for your family. Hey, the DEA would love you, the shit you tell them. Federal Witness Protection, that's a good deal. As for me, I'll hit the road, yo. I'll make it. We had a good run... but it's over.
Never the DEA. The cooking can't stop. That's the one thing I'm certain of–production cannot stop. Gus can't afford to. So if I'm the only chemist that he's got, then I got leverage and leverage keeps me alive, and it keeps you alive, too. I think I can see to that. If I'm the only chemist that he's got...
I can't do it, Mr. White. Like you said, I'm not a... I can't do it.
I'll do it. I'm gonna need your help. I mean, they're watching me day and night. They never leave me alone with Gale, not for a moment. Hell, I don't even know where the man lives. He's not in the phone book, I can't find him on the Internet, I can't do it in the lab–Victor's always there. I mean, if I can just shake Victor, even an hour one night, I think then that... I may be able to... make it look like an accident.
There's got to be some other way.
I'm all ears, but when it comes down to you and me versus him, I'm sorry–I'm truly sorry–but it's gonna be him.
Please don't do this. Mike, you don't have to do this.
Yeah, unfortunately I do, Walter. Downstairs.
I'll cook. I'll cook for free, and there won't be anymore trouble, I promise you...
...Okay, if I could just talk to Gus...
...I know I could make him understand...
...Please if I could talk to Gus, I could convince him, okay? Just let me please, please, PLEASE let me talk to him!
SHUT UP! Shut up. I can't do it. I'm sorry.
Look, I'll give you Jesse Pinkman, okay? Like you said, he's the problem, he's always been the problem and without him, we would... and he's in town, alright? He's not in Virginia or wherever the hell you're looking for him. He's right here in Albuquerque and I can take you to him, I'll take you right to him. What do you say?
Where is he? Right now you give me an address.
I don't know, he moves around, but if you let me call him.
[Walter reaches for his phone. Victor reaches for his gun]
No, no, please! No, it's just my phone. It's just my phone. I'll call him and I'll have him meet me, okay? Okay?
[Walter dials Jesse as Mike listens in closely]
Did you do it? Mr. White? Did you do it?
No, I didn't do it. I can't now. It's gonna have to be you.
Listen to me. You're closer than we are. You have about a 20 minute lead. They got me at the laundry and they're going to kill me...
[Mike and Victor attempt to grab the phone away]
Jesse, do it now! Do it! Do it fast! Do it, Jesse! Do it!
[Jesse grabs a gun and runs outside. Mike grabs the phone away from Walter]
[Mike and Victor point their guns at Walter]
Just what the hell was that exactly?
You might want to hold off.
Because your boss is gonna need me. 6353 Juan Tabo, apartment 6.
[Mike and Victor look at each other, shocked. They realize Jesse is heading to Gale's address.]
