So what's the story? Did you get to Mike?
Alright. So what about those nine guys? They got no reason not to talk now. So what do we do?
"We?" Who's we? There is no we anymore. I'm the only vote left. And I'll handle it.
[Jesse walks out, then turns to look back. Walter shuts the garage door]
Maybe we should order something. Do you want a coffee or something?
I think this will play better if you order something.
I think this will play just fine. I'm not thirsty. So let's take a look at the list. [pause] Lydia, I've come all this way. You do have the list?
It's just not written down.
It's in my head. Safer there.
I see. Then I suggest you pick up a pen.
It was my understanding that attending to these nine names was precisely what you wanted.
Ten names now. Ten. Counting the lawyer.
Yes, ten, counting the lawyer. So... what? Am I not tying up loose ends for our mutual benefit?
You are tying up loose ends, and I don't want to be one of them. Once I give you that list, I've served my purpose, and then maybe I'm just one more person who knows too much.
So you put that list in my hands, and in your mind, I immediately just murder you? Just right here, in this restaurant...
No. Not right here, of course.
...Right here in this public place, immediately?
Listen, Lydia. You made me promise on my children's lives that I guarantee your safety.
From Mike. You guaranteed that I'd be safe from Mike. There's no way he'd ever go for this, you getting rid of his guys. You wouldn't be doing this–the names–if Mike were still a factor.
[Walter stares at Lydia knowingly]
Yeah. That's what I thought.
Been thinking about this summer job I used to have.
Back in college, I'd spend my days... marking trees in the woods with those orange spray cans.
Yeah, crews would come in later and find the trees I tagged and cut 'em down. First you go in and you mark locations for your skid trails and landings. Then you choose specific trees all within a selected grid. Every day, I'd go back hiking, pick up where I'd left off.
Huh... Sounds nice, being out in the woods all day.
Ehhh, it wasn't so great. I'd get sunburned... there were mosquitoes. Just wanted to make a few bucks. Buy beer. I've been thinking about that job more and more lately. Maybe I should've enjoyed it more. Tagging trees is a lot better than chasing monsters.
[Inside a storage unit, Skyler uncovers a large, fairly neat pile of money]
This is it. This is what you've been working for. I rented this place and I started bringing it here, because... I didn't know what else to do. I gave up counting it. I mean, I had to. It was just so much, so fast. I... I tried weighing it. I figured one bill of any denomination weighs a gram. There are 454 grams to a pound, but... there's a variety of denominations. So...
I have no earthly idea. I truly don't. I just stack it up, keep it dry, spray it for silverfish. There is more money here than we could spend in ten lifetimes. I certainly can't launder it, not with a hundred car washes. Walt... I want my kids back. I want my life back. Please tell me... how much is enough? How big does this pile have to be?