[Hector has come to "rat" to the DEA as a trap for Gus]
NNurse
A, E, I, O... [Hector rings the bell] Row O. P, Q, R, S. [Hector rings the bell] First letter S. A, E, I, O, U... [Hector rings the bell repeatedly] Second letter U. A... [Hector rings the bell] A, B, C... [Hector rings the bell] A, E, I... [Hector rings the bell] J, K... [Hector rings the bell] A, E, I... [Hector rings the bell] J, K, L, M... [Hector rings the bell] A, E, I, O, U... [Hector rings the bell] Row U. V, W, X, Y... [Hector rings the bell]
Alright, that's enough. Thank you. [shows Hank that Hector so far spelled out "Suck My"]
Yeah, thanks, I can spell. Well, got that out of your system now? Should we try this one more time? [Hector rings the bell]
NNurse
A, E... [Hector rings the bell] F... [Hector rings the bell] A, E, I, O, U... [Hector rings the bell repeatedly] A... [Hector rings the bell] B, C...
[Hector rings the bell. He so far spelled "Fuc"]
Yeah, we... We got it, yeah.
[The nurse wheels Hector out of the meeting]
NNurse
I am just so, so sorry.
[Hector winks at Hank]
Well, at least this time he didn't shit himself. I guess that's progress.
Walt? Let me get somewhere where I can hear you. Walt?
How am I doing? How are you doing?
I'm, uh...I'm doing quite well. I'm good.
Jesus, Walt, the news here. Gus Fring is dead. He was blown up along with some person from some Mexican cartel and the DEA has no idea what to make of it. Do you know about this? Walt? I need you to—
Was this you? What happened?
[Mike learns that the police have Gus’ laptop in their possession. He starts breaking apart his cell phone after hanging up.]
Oh, yeah. We're boned. Well... You know how they say, "It's been a pleasure"? It hasn't.
Are you gonna tell us about the laptop? Where are you goin'?
I'm getting the hell outta dodge, kid. And so should you. It's just a matter of time.
Mike, where is the laptop?
What the hell difference does it make? They got it, end of story.
[Walter looks at Mike]
[scoffs] APD Northwest Area Command on Second. They tagged it, they filed it. It's in the system, and they locked it in their evidence room.
Alright. Alright, so describe the building.
[chuckles] Describe it? How about how you describe Fort Knox? And what are you going to do? Are you going to put on your black leotard and go dangling on the clothesline? It's a building full of cops, what else do you need to know? And why in the hell am I talking to you? [turns to leave]
Mike, we gotta do something.
He's good with this stuff, okay? Just give him a chance.
Hey look, that laptop might as well be on the Moon. They build these evidence rooms like bank vaults, because guess what? Lunatics like you want to break into 'em. But unlike a bank vault, this is a place that is guarded twenty-four hours a day by the police. There's no way you're getting it out of there.
Who said that we have to get it out of there? We just need to destroy what's on it.
Oh, so now you want to blow up a police station?
I don't believe I said that, no.
Nursing home full of old folks just whet your appetite, now you want to kill a bunch of cops?
I never said anything about killing anybody. I am, however, considering the possibility of a device.
Yes, a small device. Say this device gets filed into evidence, now it is inside that room.
You want to commit a whole other crime just to get this bomb of yours into evidence?
Bo–Who said bomb? I said a device...
Yo, what about like a magnet?
...an incendiary device. One quick fire is all it would take.
You don't think they have fire suppression? I'm not talking about sprinklers, I'm talking about halon, because halon doesn't destroy evidence.
Right, so a bomb then. Maybe we plant a bomb outside.
Oh, actually I knew a crew out of Fort Worth that tried to blow up an evidence room from outside. 'Bout all they did was take out a couple of hedges. You are probably talking about two feet of reinforced concrete.
What magnet? What about it?
You know, it's just like... [imitates the laptop impacting on a wall]
[Walter, Jesse, and Mike drive away from the APD outpost after using an industrial magnet to wreck an evidence room.]
What exactly are you celebrating? You left the truck behind!
"So what?" So what if they find prints? What if they trace it back to the wrecking yard?
They won't. There's no prints. I made sure of that. There's no paperwork on the truck, the magnet, or the batteries. Untraceable salvage, all of it. I made sure of that, too.
Well, you got all the answers. So you tell me, answer man: Did all that even work just now?
I'm supposed to take that on faith, yeah? Why? How do we know?
Alright, so first off, I'm not a marriage counselor. Nor do I take sides in this thing. And not taking sides, mind you, but you did put her in charge of your money. Which I advised against, if you'll recall. All of which is not to be construed as an "I told you so." I'm just walking you through my mental process, so to speak. [pause; Walter sits silently] So she comes to me with a problem, that she's been cooking Beneke's books. He's in dutch with the IRS, and once they audit, it's rio de caca for the both of them. To which I say, "Hey, let's involve Walt in this discussion." To which she says no, says cut Beneke a check so he can pay off the IRS. Again, not taking sides, but she really was trying to protect you. [beat] A little feedback here might be nice.
"Let's involve Walt in this discussion."
Yeah, that's what I told her. She said no.
And you didn't argue the point? You didn't think to contact me?
[scoffs] You were a tad preoccupied at the time, if you will recall.
Okay. So you took it upon yourself to give away $622,000 of my money to a man who had been sleeping with my wife.
She's my client, same as you. Does this arrangement get a little tricky at times? Absolutely. But I try my best, you know–ethically, mind you–my duty is your—
"Ethically?" I'm sorry, I must be hearing things. Did you actually just use the word "ethically" in a sentence? You're not Clarence Darrow, Saul. You're a two-bit, bus-bench lawyer. And you work for me.
Yeah, well Clarence Darrow never had a client like you ask him for something... [retrieves the ricin cigarette, in a plastic bag, from his desk] ...like this, okay? I put my ass on the line for you. Huell too, huh? He's got fingers like hot dogs. He coulda easily bust this in two and killed everyone in the office. But do I complain? No. Beg, borrow, or steal, I am your Huckleberry. I go the extra mile. Only you never told me that kid would wind up in the hospital! You know, take that thing and get the hell out of here. You and me, we're done.
[Walter rises from his seat and menacingly advances on Saul]
[Walter corners Saul and leans into his face]
We're done when I say we're done.
[regarding Walt's new business proposal] Thanks, but no thanks.
[beat] Mike, I know you don't care for me. We've had our issues, you and I. But, I would suggest that you leave emotion out of this decision.
I am. You... are trouble. [leans forward] I'm sorry the kid doesn't see it, but I sure as hell do. You are a time bomb, tick-tick-ticking. And I have no intention of being around for the boom.
So Hector Salamanca killed Fring. Then who gave Salamanca the bomb?
A whole lot of questions. Not much in the way of answers. Yet.
The APD did find some of Fring's financials. That just might lead to something.
I had him out to my house. Fourth of July, cooked out in the backyard. My son shucked the corn, my daughter cut up potatoes. Fring brought sea bass. Every time I grill it now, I make a little foil pouch, just like he showed me. That whole night, we were laughing, telling stories, drinking wine. And he's somebody else completely...
[An expression of realization dawns on Hank's face]
...Right in front of me. Right under my nose.
[Walter, Jesse, and Saul argue in Saul's law office.]
So you bring him here? Come on! The three of us? We're the Three Amigos! All for one, one for all! We don't need a Fourth Amigo!
Saul, Mike knows the business. He knows distributors.
He's okay? He said he was going to break my legs. And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay? 'Cause he gave me the dead mackerel eyes. He meant it.
Saul, Mike threatened me. He threatened Jesse. He probably threatened someone before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. C'mon. Grow a pair.
We have another big event coming up. Have you thought about what you're going to do? [pause] Walt's birthday.
[Skyler becomes visibly on-edge at the mention of Walt]
Whatever you need, I'm here.
Yeah. I–I–I don't think we're going to be doing anything this year.
What are you talking about? Of-of course we're going to do something. Skyler, he was diagnosed around his birthday, right? So it's been a whole year. Listen, I've had my problems with Walt — why he wouldn't come out of the house when we were all practically begging–whatever, water under the bridge...
[Skyler looks through her purse. She retrieves a pack of cigarettes]
...But at this point, every year is precious. We—What are you doing?
You don't smoke. You haven't smoked since college. You can't be serious! With the baby? And Walt?
[Skyler finally lights the cigarette, having a smoke]
Skyler, you're not smoking around the baby, are you? And you can't smoke here! There's got to be some rule or regulation, I'm sure! You can't force your employees to breathe secondhand smoke! I know for a fact that that is illegal—
What? I'm sorry, but please don't speak to me like that. I am simply saying that—
Shut the hell up! Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
[Skyler breaks down crying]
