[quietly to Jesse] Bet he forgets the aluminum. Guarantee. Guarantee he forgets. [Victor pauses and thinks] Uh-huh. You don't know what the hell you're doing, do you? You forgot the aluminum. One of the first steps. [Victor grabs a bucket of aluminum and pours it into the batch] Son of a bitch.
Alright, let's talk about Gale Boetticher. He was a good man and a good chemist and I cared about him. He didn't deserve what happened to him. He didn't deserve it at all. But I'd shoot him again and tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. When you make it Gale versus me, or Gale versus Jesse, Gale loses! Simple as that. This is on you, Gus, not me, not Jesse. I mean really, what'd you expect me to do? Just simply roll over and allow you to murder us? That I wouldn't take measures–extreme measures–to defend myself? Wrong! Think again.
Gus, you do this, all you'll have left is an $8 million hole in the ground. This lab, this equipment, is useless without us, without Jesse and myself. You'll have no new product, you'll have no income. Your people out there won't be paid. Your distribution chain collapses. You'll have nothing. You kill me, you have nothing. You kill Jesse, you don't have me. You won't do this. You're too smart. You can't afford to do this. Please let...let us just go back to work. We're here. Let us work. We're ready to go to work. We'll just pick up right where we left off—
[Gus suddenly grabs Victor and slices his throat open with the box cutter. Bleeding profusely, Victor falls to the floor dead. Gus calmly takes off the bloody jumpsuit and nonchalantly washes up. On his way out, he looks back down at Walt and Jesse, who are visibly shocked and horrified at the sudden outburst of violence.]
How are you doing? [Jesse shrugs] You did the only thing that you could. I hope you understand that. [puts his head in his hands]God. Any thoughts on what our next move might be?
Where is he going to find another chemist? It's not just about somebody being able to run a lab that big - someone he can trust, someone he knows will keep their mouth shut. Yeah, good luck with that. Bet it took him years to find Gale; bet he's sorry now.