“Confessions” quotes from Breaking Bad

Hank

Mr. Pinkman. How are you today? Not so good, huh? 'Course, uh, I might be able to help you out. I wanna talk to you about your partner, Heisenberg. See, I know he's my brother-in-law, Walt.

Hank

Oh, yeah. That's the look. Lucky for you, I'm more interested in him. So I got an offer. If you help me out here, tell me all about you and him and your little meth business, maybe I talk to my friends at the APD and make all this go away. I know he's the mastermind here. Plus... I'm thinking based on your recent activities that, uh... maybe there's a little trouble in paradise? Maybe you guys aren't, uh, getting along so good? I'm right, aren't I?

Jesse

Eat me.

Hank

Sure that's how you want to play this?

Jesse

Why don't you try and beat it out of me? That's your thing, right?

Hank

He really did a number on you, didn't he? I don't know, but... happy people usually don't go around... throwing millions of dollars away. I don't think, uh, Walt's gonna be patting you on the back for that. But maybe that's the point. 'Cause, you see, I get that. My own brother-in-law, lying to me for over a year, using me. Maybe you understand that feeling. Help me out here, Jesse... and we can put him away. I know you want that. I think you wanna talk.

Jesse

Not to you.

Saul

Agent Schrader, beat any good suspects lately? [to the two detectives] Hey, tall and taller, ask him his history with my client. He knocked the poor kid unconscious last time they were alone together. So what'll it be, gentlemen, a civil rights lawsuit the size of Montana? 'Cause I'll oblige you. [Hank starts to leave] Oh, so long, Rocky. Keep your left up. Detectives, I'm inviting you to leave.

Walter

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead–murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time–something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [points to the bruise on his face left by Hank] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

Marie

Who do you think he's shown this to?

Hank

No one. It's a threat. It's what he will do if I don't back off.

Marie

I think you should show this to Ramey. Just get ahead of it. That video is a bunch of lies, Hank. Anybody who knows you will know—

Hank

$177,000? Hell's he talking about? Marie?

Marie

They told me it was gambling money.

Hank

What was gambling money? Oh, Jesus Christ, Marie. Oh, God, no.

Marie

How was I supposed to know? How was I supposed to know where it really came from?

Hank

Why were they paying for my medical bills? What about my insurance?

Marie

Insurance wouldn't have covered the treatment that you needed, and I... I just wanted the best for you—

Hank

Why didn't you tell me?

Marie

Because I knew that you would refuse it, and without it, you may never have been able to walk again.

Hank

Oh, Christ, Marie. You killed me here. I mean, it's the–that's the last nail. That's the last nail in the coffin.

Marie

What do we do?

Walter

Saul knows a man. He specializes in getting people new identities. He would move you someplace far away, set you up with a whole new life. Yeah, I know. It sounds a little extreme. But maybe it's exactly what you need. You know, I really think that would be good for you. Clean slate. My, just think about it. You get a job. Something legitimate, something you like. Meet a girl, start a family even. Hell, you're still so damn young. You know, what's here for you now, anyway? I tell you, if I could, I'd trade places. Whole lifetime ahead of you, with a chance to hit the reset button. In a few years, this might all feel like nothing more than a bad dream.

Jesse

[beat] Would you just, for once, stop working me?

Walter

What are you talking about?

Jesse

Can you just, uh, stop working me for, like, ten seconds straight? Stop jerking me around?

Walter

Jesse, I am not working you.

Jesse

Yes. Yes, you are. Alright? Just drop the whole concerned dad thing and tell me the truth. I mean, you're–you're acting like me leaving town is–is all about me and turning over a new leaf, but it's really–it's really about you. I mean, you need me gone, 'cause your dickhead brother-in-law is never gonna let up. Just say so. Just ask me for a favor. Just tell me you don't give a shit about me, and it's either this—It's either this or you'll kill me the same way you killed Mike. I mean, isn't that what this is all about? Huh? Us meeting way the hell out here? In case I say no? Come on. Just tell me you need this.

Saul

He a no-show? Why didn't you call? Why didn't you... [Jesse punches Saul in the face] Stop! [Jesse keeps hitting him] Code Red! Huell! Get in here!

Jesse

Back off! You, stay where you are.

Saul

[at gun point] What? I don't know what happened here. What did I do?

Jesse

You stole it off of me. You and him–you took it right out of my pocket, didn't you?

Saul

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down. Yes. Okay, I had Huell lift your dope. I told you I couldn't risk the guy not taking you.

Jesse

No! Before! The cigarette! You stole the cigarette.

Saul

What?

Jesse

The ricin cigarette! You had him steal it off of me! And all for that asshole Mr. White! He poisoned Brock! He poisoned Brock, and you–you helped him!

Saul

Okay, Jesse. Calm down.

Jesse

Say it again! Tell me one more time to calm down! Come on!

Saul

I'm sorry! Yes! Okay, I had Huell lift your cigarette, but Walt made me! He told me he was helping you, he was saving you. I never would've agreed to it if I'd known what he was gonna do. Jesse, you gotta believe me. I didn't want any of this!