Mr. White. Can we just take a second and talk about all this?
Yeah, yeah, sure. Yeah.
Um...
Uh, look, you know what I think we need to talk about? Doubling down.
Doubling down?
Mm-hmm. Cooking a hundred pounds a week, not fifty. As in, starting a new lab–a lab that you'll run. A cook all of your own. Why not? You deserve it. You're every bit as good as me. Well, what do you think?
Mr. White, uh, I think that nothing has changed for me. I just want to get my money and get out.
Jesse, this... what we do... being the best at something is a very rare thing. You don't just toss something like that away. And what? You want to squander that potential–your potential? Why? To do what?
I don't know.
Think. To do what, Jesse?
I don't know. I'll figure it out, alright?
Look at you. What have you got in your life? Nothing. Nobody. Oh wait, yes–video games and go-carts. Oh, and when you get tired of that, what then? Huh? And how soon will you start using again? Look, I know how upset you are about what happened to this boy. I am just as upset as you are.
Are you? Really?
How can you say that to me? Jesus! I mean, I'm the one who's the father here! What, do I gonna curl up in a ball in tears in front of you? Do I have to lock myself in a room and get high to prove it to you?! What happened to that boy was a tragedy and it tears me up inside! But because it happened, what, am I supposed to just lie down and die with him? It's done! It makes me sick that it happened, just like everyone else who has died in our wake. What Todd did... you and I have done things that are just as bad.
Yeah.
All the people that we've killed: Gale... and the rest. If you believe that there's a Hell–I don't know if you're into that–but we're already pretty much going there, right? But I'm not gonna lie down until I get there.
What, just because I don't want to cook meth any more, I'm lying down? How many more people are gonna die 'cause of us?
No one. None. Now that we're in control, no one else gets hurt.
You keep saying that and it's bullshit every time! Always! You know what? I'm done, okay? You just give me my money and you and I... we're done.
[fiddles with his apron] Hm... Okay. Mmm. Why? Why do you want this money?
Because it's mine? It's my cut?
But isn't it filthy blood money? I mean, you're so pure; you have such emotional depth. No, no, no, no, no, you shouldn't touch that dirty money. I'll save you from that, Jesse. Come on. You want it, you want it just as much as I want it, and it's not wrong to want it. Okay? So stay, and work with me, and you can make ten times–twenty times–as much.
...Whatever, man. You don't wanna pay me? I don't care.
Yes, you do.
It's on you, alright? [starts walking out] I'm done.
No, you're not. You're not done. You're not leaving, because if you leave you get nothing! [Jesse shuts the door behind him] Do you understand me?! Nothing! JESSE!
