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Jesse. Come here. I couldn't chance saying it inside, for all I know the lab's wired for sound. That half a pound that I said we were off by? Now I'm not accusing you, but if–you understand–if they ever found out...
I didn't take shit.
I'm just saying that I won't be able to protect you.
Who's asking you to?
You can do this, Hank. Come on. It's supposed to hurt. Pain is weakness leaving your body.
Pain is my foot in your ass, Marie.
Hey, if you could get your leg up that high, I say go for it.
Alright, just wanted to give you a heads up, it's gonna get a little slower smuggling product with Grandpa Anus watching every move I make. Don't worry, I'll keep it flowing.
Right on.
Yeah.
So how's it selling? Mad volume?
Yeah, it's, uh... y'know, it's, uh... It's not so good.
What do you mean? How much have you sold?
I sold a teenth.
One teenth? That's it? To who?
[motions to Skinny Pete] To him. It's not easy selling to these people. They're trying to better themselves.
Yeah. There's, like, positivity and stuff goin' on here.
I'm out risking my ass to get product for you two, and you're too pussy to sell? You're pathetic. You know what? I want it back. All of it. I'll sell it myself.
Come on, man. Don't be like that. Selling to these people, it's like shooting a baby in the face. It's not natural.
Hello. Welcome. What a pleasure it is to have you. Just gonna call you Skyler if that's okay. It's a lovely name. It reminds me of the big, beautiful sky. Walter always told me how lucky he was, prior to recent unfortunate events. Clearly his taste in women is the same as his taste in lawyers: Only the very best with just the right amount of dirty.
[Walter and Saul are in the parking lot of Bogdan's car wash while they discuss their plan to buy it as part of Skyler's money laundering scheme]
How come you guys always give away the air freshener, huh? I explicitly say I want no air freshener, and every time I drive away smelling like an alpine whorehouse. All due respect, I don't see...I–I vote no.
It makes a better story than your laser tag.
[referring to Skyler] Is that you talking or Yoko Ono?
She has a point. It makes more sense that I invest right here.
Based on her years of experience in money laundering, I suppose. Let me tell you something. If you're committed enough, you can make any story work. I once convinced a woman that I was Kevin Costner, and it worked because I believed it. Alright, it has nothing to do with the story. Besides, this dump isn't gonna work because it doesn't have a Danny. There's no Danny here.
What in God's name is a Danny?
Danny runs the laser tag. Danny is the guy who had a vision. Where others saw a dirt lot, he saw...black lights, rubber aliens, teenagers running around with ray guns. Right? It was like Bugsy Siegel in the desert. And when the stock market took a shit, and Danny got into trouble, he went searching for exactly the type of situation that we're offering. Danny will look the other way to keep his dream afloat. In other words, Danny can be trusted completely! [points at Bogdan] That guy–the guy with the eyebrows that won't quit–is he a Danny? You buy this place, all you got is a big building that squirts water. You got no Danny here.
Walter, I would like to help you if I could.
Help me how?
Well, when I first started out, I made a lot of mistakes. More than I care to admit. I wish I had someone to advise me, because this life of ours, it can overwhelm. You are a wealthy man now, and one must learn to be rich. To be poor, anyone can manage.
What advice do you have for me?
Never make the same mistake twice.
[Walter and Jesse discuss the situation about Combo's killers at a bar]
Combo was us, man. He was one of us. Does that mean nothing?
Why didn't you go after these guys two or three months ago?
'Cause I just found out about them.
What's to find out? It's a dispute over turf, right? I mean, how hard could it have been for you to track them down on their turf and kill them months ago? Because back then you were too busy getting high, feeling sorry. Murder is not part of your twelve-step program. This is not some amends that you have to make. What you are talking about here is pointless. This achieves nothing. It accomplishes nothing.
If you don't see what it accomplishes, there is no way I can explain it you.
Jesse, listen to me: You are not a murderer. I am not and you are not. It's as simple as that. [Jesse gets up to leave] Jesse...
I'm doing it... with or without you.
Have you thought anymore about what we discussed?
"Thought anymore", meaning reconsidered? No.
So, show me the flaw in it.
Flaws, Skyler. Flaws. Plural, not singular. Where do you want me to start?
Hey, I don't love this situation that you put me in. However, let's just stick with what makes sense here. You took the money you won gambling invested it in the car wash you helped run. You hired your wife as a bookkeeper, because she's actually a bookkeeper. That is a story an auditor can believe. What am I missing?
You should just take this money that I give you and not look too closely at it. So if God forbid, I get caught, you maintain plausible deniability.
Okay, my estranged husband who, when he was working made $43,000 a year, starts shoveling money at me. And when the police come, I'm supposed to say: "I never thought about it, officers. Made sense to me.” Really? That, in your mind, is plausible deniability? I'll tell you what, Walt. I'd rather have them think I'm Bonnie what's-her-name than some complete idiot.
So you're promoting caution here. [sighs] And you want a believable story. That, it seems to me, is the safest way to make the best out of a very bad situation, yes. But I'm noting a little hole in your plot, though. Why would your estranged husband be doing all this for you?
Because he loves his family and desperately wants a reconciliation, though it may be hopeless and futile. Then again, he'd try anything.
I'm just not buying it.
No, I think it would be better if the husband were no longer estranged. You know, maybe if he were back sleeping in his own bed.
[Walter talks with Saul about options to keep Jesse from killing the dealers who killed Combo]
Maybe... What if we, uh... maybe... could you get him arrested?
You want your criminal associate taken into police custody?
No, listen, I know it sounds risky, but it wouldn't be anything that would get him into real trouble, nothing that could lead back to our business. Just some minor offense.
Pinkman in jail. I dunno, I'm picturing it...
Not jail, as in jail jail. I'm talking about one of those situations when you're in an orange jumpsuit picking up litter along the highway.
That's jail.
[Walter is tending to Holly when he gets a late night visit from Mike]
What can I do for you?
Have a seat, Walter. I spoke to Goodman about Pinkman and this plan of yours.
And?
I'm not gonna do it.
Why?
Because it's moronic.
Saul said you've done things like this before.
That's not the moronic part.
Okay, so what's the problem?
The problem is the boss wouldn't like it.
Saul?
My boss. Your boss. This is a professional courtesy. No one knows I'm here, understand? But our employer would find out like always, and if Pinkman were arrested, he'd take it as a problem. Walt, you got a good thing going here. We all do. You want to risk it all on one junkie? Now I realize you two have a history, but this kid's been on the bubble a while now. It's a long time coming.
What is?
[chuckles] Um... I used to be a beat cop, long time ago. And I'd get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget: Gordy. He looked like Bo Svenson. You remember him? Walking Tall? You don't remember?
No.
Anyway. Big boy; 270, 280. But his wife, or whatever she was, his lady, was real small. Like a bird, wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say, "C'mon, tonight's the night we press charges." And this wasn't one of those 'deep down he really loves me' setups, we got a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn't gonna cross him no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMTs, put him in the car, drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning out he goes, back home. But one night, my partner's out sick and it's just me. And the call comes in and it's the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night, we're driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my backseat humming "Danny Boy". And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth and I told him, "This is it. This is how it ends." And he's crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he's gonna leave her alone, screaming–much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet, that I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And of course he got quiet. Goes still, and real quiet, like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. And we just stood there for a while: Me acting like I'm thinking things over, and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. After a few minutes I took the gun out of his mouth and I say; "So help me if you ever touch her again I will such and such and such and such and blah-blah-blah-blah-blah".
Just... just a warning?
Hmph. Of course. Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. The moral of the story is, I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again. [stands up] No more half measures, Walter.
[Gus has summoned Walt, Jesse, and the rival dealers to a meeting at the Los Pollos Hermanos distribution center]
Sit down. I understand that you have a problem with two of my employees. It is true that they killed one of your associates. It is possible they acted rashly, but on the other hand there was a provocation. The man was selling on their territory. There is blame on both sides. This will go no further. It will be settled right here, right now.
[to Walter] You told him?
[to the two dealers] Wait outside.
[The two dealers leave and Gus turns to Jesse]
Listen to me. You have one friend in this room. [points to Walter] This man. Those men outside are my trusted employees, and when I learned what you intended to do... If it wasn't for this man and the respect I have for him, I would be dealing with this in a very different way. Don't look at him, you look at me. This is what happens now: My men will come back inside and you will shake their hands and you will make peace and that will be the end of this.
No.
Jesse...
[motions for Walter to be quiet] Pardon me?
They use kids. These assholes of yours, they got an 11-year old kid doing their killing for them. You're supposed to be some kind of reasonable business man, this is how you do business? [to Walter] You okay with this? You got anything to say here?!
Bring them back. [the two dealers come back inside] No more children. You understand? [to Jesse] And you, you keep the peace. [Jesse nods] Say it.
Yeah. I keep the peace.
Shake hands.
[Jesse and the two dealers shake hands]
[Walter is out in the desert when a car pulls up. He hears his cell phone ringing]
[answers phone] Yeah?
Walter, you see us?
Yeah, I see you.
I'd like you to exit your vehicle and start walking toward us.
And then what? I'm gonna need some... some kind of assurance.
I assure you I could kill you from way over here if it makes you feel any better.
[Walt walks over to the car that has shown up. Mike gets out and approaches Walt]
Walter. You’ve been busy. You wanna put your arms out to your sides for me, if you would?
[Walt does as he’s told, standing as Mike gives him a pat-down]
You know I haven’t slept since Thursday? I was out all night cleaning up after you. I need my sleep.
You said no half measures.
Yeah? About that, it's funny how words can be so open to interpretation. Tsk. [leads Walter towards the car] You get your car fixed?
Not yet.
You’re gonna wanna get your car fixed.
Let’s see how this goes first.
[Gus and Victor emerge from the Suburban]
Has your condition worsened?
Excuse me?
Your medical condition, has it grown worse?
Not that I know of, no.
Is there a ringing in your ears? Are you seeing bright lights or hearing voices?
I'm quite well, thank you.
No. Clearly you are not. No rational person would do as you have done. Explain yourself.
My partner was about to get himself shot. I intervened.
Some worthless junkie. For him, you intervened and put us all at risk? Some contemptible junkie who couldn't keep the peace for eight hours?
That's right, he couldn't. He was angry because those two dealers of yours had just murdered an 11-year old boy.
I heard about it. He should have let me take care of it.
Maybe. Then again maybe he thought it was you who gave the order.
[acting offended] Are you asking me if I ordered the murder of a child?
I would never ask you that.
Where is Pinkman now?
I wouldn't know. Couple of time zones away at least. Beyond that, I'd only be guessing. He has enough money to last forever. He knows he has to keep moving. You'll never find him.
I don't know, Walt. It's what I do after all.
He's out of the picture. I saved his life, I owed him that, but now he and I are done, which is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? You've always struck me as a very pragmatic man, so if I may, I would like to review options with you, of which, it seems to me, you have two. Option A: You kill me right here and now. Apparently I have made that very easy for you. You can kill me, no witnesses, and then spend the next few weeks or months tracking down Jesse Pinkman and you kill him, too. A pointless exercise, it seems to me, but that is option A.
What is option B?
I continue cooking. You and I both forget about Pinkman. We forget this ever happened. We consider this a lone hiccup in an otherwise long and fruitful business arrangement. I prefer option B.
You’d need a new assistant.
[nods] I could get right on that.
No. This time, I choose.
[Mike is trying to get Jesse's location from Saul]
Now when I say I'm looking for Pinkman, we both know why, don't we? And you pretending otherwise only wastes my time and serves to annoy me.
Look, Mike, there are rules to this lawyer thing.
Is that right?
Yeah! Attorney-client privilege. I mean, that's a big one. That's something I provide for you. I give up Pinkman, well, then you're gonna be asking, "Ol' Saul gives 'em up pretty easy. What's to keep him from giving me up?" Y'see, so, then where's the trust?
I trust the hole in the desert I'd leave you in.
Yeah, that's... an argument.
Saul, don't make me beat you until your legs don't work. Now tell me where to find him. You know it's the right thing.
[Walt secretly meets with Jesse in the laser tag arena]
How you holding up?
Mm... You?
I got my old job back. At least until they kill me and Gale takes over.
So he's their boy, huh?
He's their boy.
How long you think you got?
Well, he asks a lot of questions about the cooking process. I try to be as vague as possible but I got that guy Victor watching me, listening to every word I say. Maybe the only thing saving me is Gale's fastidiousness. Once he feels confident that he knows my entire method...
So what do we do?
You know what we do.
There's got to be some other way. Maybe it's better for you to just go the cops, alright? I mean, I can't believe I'm saying that and all, but for your family. Hey, the DEA would love you, the shit you tell them. Federal Witness Protection, that's a good deal. As for me, I'll hit the road, yo. I'll make it. We had a good run... but it's over.
Never the DEA. The cooking can't stop. That's the one thing I'm certain of–production cannot stop. Gus can't afford to. So if I'm the only chemist that he's got, then I got leverage and leverage keeps me alive, and it keeps you alive, too. I think I can see to that. If I'm the only chemist that he's got...
I can't do it, Mr. White. Like you said, I'm not a... I can't do it.
I'll do it. I'm gonna need your help. I mean, they're watching me day and night. They never leave me alone with Gale, not for a moment. Hell, I don't even know where the man lives. He's not in the phone book, I can't find him on the Internet, I can't do it in the lab–Victor's always there. I mean, if I can just shake Victor, even an hour one night, I think then that... I may be able to... make it look like an accident.
There's got to be some other way.
I'm all ears, but when it comes down to you and me versus him, I'm sorry–I'm truly sorry–but it's gonna be him.
Please don't do this. Mike, you don't have to do this.
Yeah, unfortunately I do, Walter. Downstairs.
I'll cook. I'll cook for free, and there won't be anymore trouble, I promise you...
No.
...Okay, if I could just talk to Gus...
No.
...I know I could make him understand...
No. Walter...
...Please if I could talk to Gus, I could convince him, okay? Just let me please, please, PLEASE let me talk to him!
SHUT UP! Shut up. I can't do it. I'm sorry.
Look, I'll give you Jesse Pinkman, okay? Like you said, he's the problem, he's always been the problem and without him, we would... and he's in town, alright? He's not in Virginia or wherever the hell you're looking for him. He's right here in Albuquerque and I can take you to him, I'll take you right to him. What do you say?
Where is he? Right now you give me an address.
I don't know, he moves around, but if you let me call him.
[Walter reaches for his phone. Victor reaches for his gun]
No, no, please! No, it's just my phone. It's just my phone. I'll call him and I'll have him meet me, okay? Okay?
[Walter dials Jesse as Mike listens in closely]
Did you do it? Mr. White? Did you do it?
No, I didn't do it. I can't now. It's gonna have to be you.
What? No way, man!
Listen to me. You're closer than we are. You have about a 20 minute lead. They got me at the laundry and they're going to kill me...
[Mike and Victor attempt to grab the phone away]
Jesse, do it now! Do it! Do it fast! Do it, Jesse! Do it!
[Jesse grabs a gun and runs outside. Mike grabs the phone away from Walter]
Son of a bitch!
[Mike and Victor point their guns at Walter]
Just what the hell was that exactly?
You might want to hold off.
Yeah? [cocks gun] Why?
Because your boss is gonna need me. 6353 Juan Tabo, apartment 6.
[Mike and Victor look at each other, shocked. They realize Jesse is heading to Gale's address.]
Yeah.
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