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[Victor begins to cook a batch of meth on his own]
[quietly to Jesse] Bet he forgets the aluminum. Guarantee. Guarantee he forgets. [Victor pauses and thinks] Uh-huh. You don't know what the hell you're doing, do you? You forgot the aluminum. One of the first steps. [Victor grabs a bucket of aluminum and pours it into the batch] Son of a bitch.
Alright, let's talk about Gale Boetticher. He was a good man and a good chemist and I cared about him. He didn't deserve what happened to him. He didn't deserve it at all. But I'd shoot him again and tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. When you make it Gale versus me, or Gale versus Jesse, Gale loses! Simple as that. This is on you, Gus, not me, not Jesse. I mean really, what'd you expect me to do? Just simply roll over and allow you to murder us? That I wouldn't take measures–extreme measures–to defend myself? Wrong! Think again.
[Gus, who has changed into a lab jumpsuit, looms over Walter and Jesse with a box cutter]
Gus, you do this, all you'll have left is an $8 million hole in the ground. This lab, this equipment, is useless without us, without Jesse and myself. You'll have no new product, you'll have no income. Your people out there won't be paid. Your distribution chain collapses. You'll have nothing. You kill me, you have nothing. You kill Jesse, you don't have me. You won't do this. You're too smart. You can't afford to do this. Please let...let us just go back to work. We're here. Let us work. We're ready to go to work. We'll just pick up right where we left off—
[Gus suddenly grabs Victor and slices his throat open with the box cutter. Bleeding profusely, Victor falls to the floor dead. Gus calmly takes off the bloody jumpsuit and nonchalantly washes up. On his way out, he looks back down at Walt and Jesse, who are visibly shocked and horrified at the sudden outburst of violence.]
...Well? Get back to work.
[Walter and Jesse pour hydrofluoric acid on Victor's corpse]
I've never used this stuff. Are you sure it will do the job?
Trust us.
[Walter and Jesse eat at a Denny's after being released from the superlab]
How are you doing? [Jesse shrugs] You did the only thing that you could. I hope you understand that. [puts his head in his hands] God. Any thoughts on what our next move might be?
What next move?
Our next move. Our next move, given the fact that, at the first opportunity, Gus will kill us.
What, that wasn't an "opportunity", just now? Seemed like a pretty damn good opportunity to me.
No, no, no, no...
Golden, I'd say.
We bought ourselves some time, yes, but... the question is, how much? He'll be looking for another chemist.
He's not going to find another chemist.
[unconvinced] Hmm...
Where is he going to find another chemist? It's not just about somebody being able to run a lab that big - someone he can trust, someone he knows will keep their mouth shut. Yeah, good luck with that. Bet it took him years to find Gale; bet he's sorry now.
[pause] Are you sure you—
At least now we all understand each other. Right?
What do you mean?
I mean, him and us. We get it. [makes a motion of slitting his throat] We’re all on the same page.
Now, what page is that?
The one that says if I can’t kill you, you’ll sure as shit wish you were dead. [chuckles]
You know, mister, I've been providin' my services for the past thirty-odd years. You'd think in that time I'd learn better than to ask a man his business. Especially not one referred by the lawyer. But I feel the urge to ask you, we strictly talking defense here?
Yes. Absolutely, defense. Why?
'Cause if it's just personal protection, aside from a bucket of money, you'd save yourself a potential felony two-spot for carrying a weapon with a defaced serial number if you'd just buy it legally.
Yeah, but... if you did have to use it, wouldn't it still be better to use one that couldn't be traced?
This is the west, boss. New Mexico's not a retreat jurisdiction. A man steps to you intent on doing bodily harm, you got every right to plant your feet and shoot to kill. Some call it a moral right and I do include myself within that class. All this to say, I'm happy to take your money, but if you're not a convicted felon, you might best be advised to bear your arms within the confines of the law.
It's for defense. [beat] Defense. I'll take it.
Left 4 Dead, yo. The way them bitches get all cranial when you cap 'em in the head, it's like BOOYAH!
No, no, no, man. Resident Evil 4 takes it by a long shot.
Oh please, brotha, you're frontin'.
No, man, seriously, that chick? The one you gotta rescue? She's smoking, bro. And then you're like the last undead dude on Earth, so how can you not be dipping into that? Talk about inspiring a brother to kick some zombie ass!
They're trying to eat your brain, bro. A dude don't need no more motivation.
That's a fair point, I guess. Okay, okay, okay, Call of Duty: World at War zombie mode. Now that's the bomb, man. Think on it, bro. They're not just zombies: They're Nazi zombies.
Nazi zombies...
Yeah, man! SS Waffen troopers, too, which are like the baddest-ass Nazis of the whole Nazi family!
Zombies are dead, man! What difference does it make what their job was when they was living?
Dude, you are so historically retarded! Nazi zombies don't wanna eat ya just 'cause they're craving the protein. They do it 'cause–they do it 'cause–they hate Americans, man. Talibans. They're the Talibans of the zombie world.
I played the game, bro. They ain't exactly fleet of foot. I'm saying, where's the challenge? At least the zombies in Left 4 Dead clock a respectable 40! You gotta lead 'em and shit!
Dude, that's 'cause they're not even zombies! They're just infected! They got like this rage virus. Amps 'em up like they've been smoking the schwag! Apples and oranges, bro. Totally unfair to compare the two.
[without turning around to look at Walter] You might want to learn how to tail better if you plan on making a habit of it.
May I buy you a drink? Next round when you're done.
Why not? You make a hell of a lot more than I do.
[to bartender] Another round for him and I'll have the same. No ice. [to Mike] I feel like I need to explain myself. There were some actions that I took which I want you to understand. I didn't want any of this to happen. Everything I did I did out of loyalty to my partner, and then later, of course, purely out of self-defense. I hope you can appreciate that. Just like I appreciated that... [waits for bartender to walk by] I appreciated that when you were going to kill me, you were simply following orders. I get that completely. And I harbor no ill will.
[sarcastically] There's a load off my mind.
Mike, I'm trying to tell you—
I get it. Fine. Drink up, Walter.
Hell of a last couple of weeks. Makes a man wonder exactly where he stands. [Mike rolls eyes and sighs] I mean, I cannot be alone in feeling this way. Not after what happened to Victor.
So... what's with the piece? Right hip, inside your waist band. I noticed it the other day at the lab. Now you wear it if it makes you feel better, but if push comes to shove, it's not gonna help.
Mike, do I have to come right out and say this? Now you and I, we're in the same boat.
Drink your drink.
If it happened to Victor, it can happen to you. And what the hell was that anyway? A message? He cuts a man's throat just to send a message?
You won, Walter. You got the job. Do yourself a favor and learn to take yes for an answer.
Yeah, I got the job, but for how long? Get me in a room with him. Mike, just get me in a room and I'll do the rest.
You done?
Yeah.
[Mike punches Walter in the face and he falls to the floor. Mike kicks Walter twice as he lies there]
[putting on his jacket and stepping over Walter] Thanks for the drink.
Oh, seriously? Where are you two going?
Jesse, I've been awake for like three straight days. Turning into a Sleestak.
So crash here. It's not like I ain't got the space.
Yeah, that's cool and all, but I think I got, like, this cat? Think I'm, like, supposed to feed it.
[Marie has gone on a shopping run for Hank]
I had to go to three different places to get the moisturizer that you liked, but I got that and I got your Shiner Bock and your chips and–I couldn't resist–the complete encyclopedia to fantasy football. Look, it has all the latest rankings.
[looking at the chips] Marie, I said Cheetos, not Fritos.
Wait, I—
I must've said Cheetos like ten times. You need me to write it down for you?
No, and I don't need you to be mean about it either, Mr. Grumpy.
Well, I'm just saying, y'know, I said Cheetos. Ch-ch-ch-sound. Virtually impossible to confuse Cheetos with Fritos it seems to me. Where are you going?
Back to the store, I guess. [throws Hank the fantasy football magazine] Here.
And the draft is not for two months so this is useless!
For what it's worth, getting the shit kicked out of you? Not to say you get used to it, but you do kinda get used to it.
[Walter and Skyler want to buy the car wash, but Bogdan refuses to sell for a lower price because of Walt's prior behavior]
So where were we?
Professionalism.
Yeah, um, so the guy won't sell, he won't sell.
I don't accept that. I don't accept that he won't sell. I think he just lacks the proper... motivation.
Motivation? Uh, as in motivation motivation? Just so we're on the same page here, you're saying we'll make him an offer he can't refuse?
Nothing so dramatic as that, no. Motivation. Attitude adjustment.
[laughs; to Walter] This one, she's a keeper. [to Skyler] Well, I know an audit can be highly motivating. I know a gal over at Tax & Revenue, you give her ten minutes in this Bogdan fella's books, she'll have his sky raining frogs.
No, we don't want to draw any unwanted tax attention. We don't want them looking at us after Bogdan sells.
Alright, how about an ICE raid? You know he's got illegals working over there. I mean, he just has to.
We're not getting a bunch of poor innocent people in trouble, no.
Yeah, and also you're gonna need them after you take over. Hey, how about terrorism? "Oh, Agent Hoover I gotta tell ya, I've seen some real Islamic comings and going over there at the car wash. Yeah, I mean, guys in turbans pulling up in vans and stuff like that." Heh-heh.
Saul, Bogdan is Romanian.
Okay, well, we're just spitballin' here, so...
Look, there's always, "You gotta real nice place here. It'd be a shame if something happened to it." That angle.
What are you talking about? Violence?
Attitude adjustment.
Oh, no–That, no. That is not at all what I meant. We do not do that. [to Walter] That is not who we are, right?
[brief pause] Yeah, no, no, no. She's right. Look, do I need to state the obvious? I mean, there's got to be dozens of car washes in this area. Who says it has to be this one?
I do. I say it has to.
Why?
I just do.
God...
Well, that clears things up.
I don't like him. Bogdan. He was condescending to me, he was rude about you, and I do not like him. Simple as that.
Hey, nobody appreciates a passionate woman more than I do, but in this business–and Walt can back me up on this–the number one rule is, "Don't take things personal."
What do you mean rude about me?
Something along the lines of you weren't man enough to face him yourself.
What?
That you had to send your woman to do your business for you.
[to Walter] Okay, uh, speaking as your lawyer, I'm gonna go on record and say this is a bad idea. Now I advise against—
It's this one.
[toasting to the new car wash where he will launder his drug money] To clean cars... and clean money.
[Skyler forces Walt to rehearse with her a conversation so they can announce to Hank their purchase of the car wash without arousing suspicion]
"I'm terribly, terribly ashamed of my actions."
Yeah.
Two terribly's?
It's supposed to show contrition.
Okay, I would just never use that word. I would never say the word "terribly."
Phrase it however you want, okay? You're jumping ahead. Now...
And why am I so ashamed?
Do I really need to answer that?
I was–and am–providing for our family.
Let's just pick up where we left off.
I'm "weak", I'm "out of control." I mean, this whole thing makes me look like crap.
This has to be a warts-and-all story, Walt. This is how we both sell it and we both look bad.
How do you look bad exactly? Where is the "I slept with my boss" bullet point? Because I can't seem to find that anywhere.
For a fired school teacher who cooks crystal meth, I say you're coming out pretty much ahead.
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