Alright, Lydia. My friends here don't know you like I do, so they are very kindly giving you one last chance. [pulls out a notepad] There's your script. Study it. In about 30 seconds, I'm gonna dial Agent Schrader on your line here. You're gonna pass along this information, then we'll see what we see. Now here are the rules: If you yell for help, try to give the man some kind of coded message or otherwise tip him off, I am gonna pull out my pistol and shoot you in the head. Same goes for panicking, breaking down into tears–remember how you like to do that–if it happens this time, I am going to pull my pistol out and I am going to shoot you in the head. [sees Lydia look at Walter and Jesse] Look at me, not at them. Lydia, look at me. [Lydia turns to Mike] If you make Schrader suspicious–in any way, any way at all–tell me what's gonna happen next.
You'll pull out your gun and shoot me.
And where will I shoot you?
In the head, that's right. It's a pistol, not a gun. I'm expecting precision here. [turns to Jesse] We up and running?
[nervously] Yeah, um... computer's set.
Okay, Lydia, if you ever needed to give the performance of a lifetime, it's now. [sets the cell phone down] You're up.
You mind if I ask you a question?
Well, I get why we want the tank for the methylamine, but why this other one for the water?
Well, Jesse, it's your idea, you want to fill him in?
It's all about the weight, yo.
[Walter enters the house to find Skyler at the door of Walt Jr.'s bedroom.]
Flynn? Flynn, open the door. Just come out and talk to me.
[through door] I'm staying. That's all I have to say.
You got what you wanted, that's what. Congratulations.
[Skyler retreats to the living room while Walt goes to his son's door, knocking.]
WWalter
It's me. Open up. [pause] Come on, Junior. I'm not going to ask twice.
[Walter Jr. opens the door.]
Are you seriously kicking me out of my own house? Are you seriously doing that?
WWalter
We're not kicking you out of anywhere, son. We love you, and this is your house as much as it is ours. But your mom and I need some time alone, and you know that. We explained that to you.
You haven't explained jack shit! You want me out? Explain to me why! Why do I have to go to Uncle Hank's? Give me the exact reason, or I'm not going anywhere!
[Walter Jr. tries to close the door, but Walt keeps it open.]
WWalter
This is not going to be a debate.
What's going on? Why can't anybody tell me anything? I want one good reason!
WWalter
Because we're your parents and you are our child. That's reason enough. Now please, do as I ask. Now.
I won't change my mind about you ever.
I don't accept that. You're my wife.
I'm not your wife. I'm your hostage. But since you insist on keeping me imprisoned, I'll make you deal. I will launder your money. I'll keep your secrets. But the kids will stay at Hank and Marie's where they have a chance of being safe.
I think you've seen too many movies. [sighs] Our children are not in danger.
Just a couple of days ago, you told me that a man held a gun to your head. You said it like it was a point of pride. There's nothing you can say that'll convince me there won't come a day that somebody will come knocking on that door looking to harm you or me or all of us. And when that day comes, the children cannot be here. You agree to that, and I will be whatever kind of partner you want me to be.
[Walter considers, then nods]
