[Walter meets with Saul and Kuby for an update on Jesse]
KKuby
His place, his folks' place, uh... this Brock kid's place... crack shacks at Siesta Hills, the Indigo, the Crystal Palace... go-kart joint on Copper Ave... uh, AA meeting off the 40...
His buddies, Beaver and... what's his name?
KKuby
Uh, Badger and Skinny Pete. Yeah no, he's not with them.
They could be covering for him.
KKuby
[shakes head] I posed as a meter reader, I put a bug on the tall kid's mom's place; for three hours straight, all they talked about was something called Babylon 5. I checked with my gal at APD. Uh, she said Pinkman's not in their system, so the cops don't have him.
Maybe he changed his mind about leaving, called your guy back.
No. Somebody misses their first chance with my guy, there's no second.
Well... keep looking. [starts getting out of the car]
I mean, Pinkman's like a bad penny. Sooner or later he's gonna turn up. I'm wondering what you wanna do when he does.
Jesse is upset about the boy. I just... need to explain to him why that had to happen.
[Saul and Kuby look at each other]
Okay, but say–you know, just for the sake of argument–the kid's not in the mood for a... nuanced discussion of the virtues of child poisoning. Y'know, his plans are running more towards "stabbing you to death with a pointed stick." In that scenario, then what?
[gestures to Kuby] We were wondering if, uh, maybe this isn't an... Old Yeller-type situation.
Yeah. Old Yeller was the best, most loyal dog there ever was. I mean, everyone loved that mutt, but one day he showed up rabid and little Timmy–for Old Yeller's own sake–had to, uh... I mean, you saw the movie.
[beat] You're full of colorful metaphors, aren't you, Saul? Belize, Old Yeller... just brimming with advice. [leans into Saul's ear] Do not float that idea again. Find him.
So... What’s your course of action, here?
Saul’s guy, Kuby, tracks him down, which shouldn’t take long, and when he does, I’m gonna... I’m gonna talk to him. Make him see reason.
"Talk to him. Make him see reason." So, I’m clear, those are just euphemisms... you’re using here, right?
No, what? Wh–What does that mean? My God.
I knew this was going to happen. I knew it. I told you that someday, someone was going to come to our door and try to hurt us. And now here we are.
No. Jesse didn't go there to hurt anyone.
He poured gasoline all over our house, Walt! He tried to set our house on fire!
He changed his mind. He didn't do it, did he?
Walt, you need to deal with this.
How much have you had to drink?
[scoffs] Not nearly enough.
I–I don’t know how we got off on whatever it is we’re talking about here. But clearly, I haven’t explained the situation well enough, because this is a big overreaction. We all need to just take a deep breath and calm down, because Jesse isn't just some–some–some rabid dog. This is a person.
A person that is a threat to us. I mean, my God, where we are now with Hank and Marie, and that awful tape we made. After everything we've done, you can't just talk to this person.
You're s–saying that I just... What–What exactly are you saying?
We've come this far. For us. What's one more?
[An enraged Jesse has broken into and is about to burn down the White residence. Hank bursts in, gun drawn.]
Jesse! Stop what you're doing and turn and face me!
[sobbing] You wanna–You wanna know what he did? You wanna hear about it?
Jesse, put out the lighter.
He poisoned a little kid. An eight-year-old boy. Just because, you know–just as a move!
Walt's a bastard. Secret's out. We'll talk about it. But I need you to put out the lighter, okay? Look, Jesse... Jesse, I don't want to kill you. And you don't wanna be killed. So put it out.
He can't keep getting away with this! He can't keep getting away with it!
He won't. You really wanna burn him down? Let's do it together.
[answering the phone] Hello?
Jesse, where are you? I just wanna talk to you.
No. I'm not doing what you want anymore. Okay, asshole? This is just a heads-up to let you know I'm coming for you. See, I decided that burning down your house is nothing. Next time, I'm gonna get you where you really live.
