[to Elliott, who is threatening him with a fruit knife] Elliott, if we're gonna go that way, you'll need a bigger knife.
“Felina” · Season 5, Episode 16
In this episode: Walter White (6), Jesse Pinkman (1), Skyler White (1), Badger (1), Skinny Pete (1), Gretchen (1), Elliott (1), Lydia (1)
Keep stacking. It’ll all fit.
[Elliott and Gretchen pile Walter’s money on a table. Gretchen drops several stacks]
That’s alright. Just–Just throw it on top. Gretchen, would you mind? We don’t want to lose any under the furniture. [Gretchen picks up the dropped stacks] Alright. That is $9,720,000.
Where did it come from? And why is it here?
I earned it. And you’re going to give it to my children.
What? Why?
Walt, I don’t think we—
On my son’s 18th birthday, which is ten months and two days from today, you will give him this money in the form of an irrevocable trust. You will tell him it is his to do with as he sees fit, but with the hope that he uses it for his college education and for the betterment of his family.
Walt, I’m not sure that we follow. Why, um, I mean, why, in particular, would we—
If you wanna give your kids drug money, go do it yourself.
I can’t. My wife and son hate me. They won’t take my money. Even if they did, the federal government wouldn’t let them. But two rich benefactors, who are known for their charitable endeavors, who would think nothing of, for instance, writing a $28 million check to help victims of methamphetamine abuse. I have to think that your money would be very welcome.
It wouldn’t make any sense coming from us.
It certainly would. My children are blameless victims of their monstrous father, a man who you once knew quite well. Call it a beau geste. Call it liberal guilt. Call it whatever you want, but do it. And you are not to spend a single dime of your own money. If there are taxes or lawyers’ fees owed, you will take it right from here. They use my money, never yours.
Okay, Walt, sure. That–That sounds reasonable. So what happens next?
I guess we shake on it. And I leave.
[Walter shakes hands with Elliott and Gretchen. He walks up to them.]
I can trust you to do this.
Yes. Absolutely you can.
[Walter turns to the window and signals someone to point red laser at Elliott and Gretchen. They shake and scream.]
Don’t move, Don’t... Don’t dare move a muscle. You don’t want them to think that you’re trying to get away. Just breathe. Just this afternoon, I had an extra $200,000 that I would have loved dearly to leave on top of this table. Instead, I gave it to the two best hitmen west of the Mississippi. Now, whatever happens to me tomorrow, they’ll still be out there keeping tabs. And if, for any reason, my children do not get this money, a kind of… countdown will begin. Maybe a day or so later, maybe a week, a year, when you’re going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever. And you’re... talking about your stock prices... without a worry in the world, and then suddenly, you’ll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, and before you can even turn around... Pop!
[He pokes Elliott and Gretchen in the back of their necks, making them scream]
Darkness. [puts his arms around Elliott and Gretchen] Cheer up, beautiful people. This is where you get to make it right.
[Walter signals someone to stop pointing the red laser at Elliott and Gretchen, then leaves]
[Badger and Skinny Pete return to Walter's car after posing as fake hitmen]
You know, I don't exactly know how to feel about all this.
For real, yo. The whole thing felt kinda shady, you know, like, morality-wise.
Totally.
[Walter hands them a couple of bundles of money]
How do you feel now?
[Badger and Skinny Pete take the money]
Better.
Yeah, definitely improving.
What's this I hear about blue meth still being out there?
What do you mean?
You heard anything? Is it still being sold?
Yeah.
By whom?
It's you, right? I mean... aren't you still cooking?
Damn, man! We were sure it was you, 'cause that shit is choice, yo! Better than ever! I mean, um, you know...
...Jesse.
We don't want your money, Walt. I thought Flynn made that clear.
He did. And I don't have any to give you. I spent the last of it getting here. All I have to give you is this. [takes out a lottery ticket and hands it to Skyler] Call the DEA once I leave. Tell them I was here. That I forced my way in. Tell them... Tell them I wanted bacon and eggs on my birthday. And that I gave you that ticket. Those numbers are GPS coordinates.
For what?
A burial site. That's where they will find Hank and Steve Gomez. [Skyler weeps] That's where I buried our money. The men who stole it from us. The men who still have it. They murdered Hank and Steve and put them in that hole. Now you trade that for a deal with the prosecutor. Get yourself out of this. Skyler... Skyler... All the things that I did, you need to understand—
If I have to hear one more time that you did this for the family—
I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And... I was... really... I was alive.
[Jack, Todd, and their men lie dead around the tiny shack. Walter drops his gun and pushes it toward Jesse. Jesse picks it up and points it at Walter.]
Do it. You want this.
Say the words. Say you want this! Nothing happens until I hear you say it!
I want this.
[notices that Walt has already been shot; lowers the gun and drops it] Then do it yourself.
[Last lines of the series; Lydia calls Todd's cell phone, Walter picks it up.]
Hello?
Is it done? Is he gone?
Yeah, it's done. He's gone. They're all gone.
...Todd? Who is this?
It's Walt. How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather? Like you've got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you. I slipped it into that stevia crap that you're always putting in your tea.
Oh, my God.
Well... Goodbye, Lydia.
[Walter drops the phone to the ground, then exchanges one final look with Jesse, before the latter drives away]
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