Mr. Pinkman. How are you today? Not so good, huh? 'Course, uh, I might be able to help you out. I wanna talk to you about your partner, Heisenberg. See, I know he's my brother-in-law, Walt.
[Jesse looks at Hank, slightly surprised]
Oh, yeah. That's the look. Lucky for you, I'm more interested in him. So I got an offer. If you help me out here, tell me all about you and him and your little meth business, maybe I talk to my friends at the APD and make all this go away. I know he's the mastermind here. Plus... I'm thinking based on your recent activities that, uh... maybe there's a little trouble in paradise? Maybe you guys aren't, uh, getting along so good? I'm right, aren't I?
Sure that's how you want to play this?
Why don't you try and beat it out of me? That's your thing, right?
He really did a number on you, didn't he? I don't know, but... happy people usually don't go around... throwing millions of dollars away. I don't think, uh, Walt's gonna be patting you on the back for that. But maybe that's the point. 'Cause, you see, I get that. My own brother-in-law, lying to me for over a year, using me. Maybe you understand that feeling. Help me out here, Jesse... and we can put him away. I know you want that. I think you wanna talk.
[Saul enters the interrogation room, followed by two detectives.]
Agent Schrader, beat any good suspects lately? [to the two detectives] Hey, tall and taller, ask him his history with my client. He knocked the poor kid unconscious last time they were alone together. So what'll it be, gentlemen, a civil rights lawsuit the size of Montana? 'Cause I'll oblige you. [Hank starts to leave] Oh, so long, Rocky. Keep your left up. Detectives, I'm inviting you to leave.
[Hank and Marie watch Walter's "confession" tape at home]
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead–murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time–something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [points to the bruise on his face left by Hank] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.
[After watching the "confession" tape]
Who do you think he's shown this to?
No one. It's a threat. It's what he will do if I don't back off.
I think you should show this to Ramey. Just get ahead of it. That video is a bunch of lies, Hank. Anybody who knows you will know—
$177,000? Hell's he talking about? Marie?
They told me it was gambling money.
What was gambling money? Oh, Jesus Christ, Marie. Oh, God, no.
How was I supposed to know? How was I supposed to know where it really came from?
Why were they paying for my medical bills? What about my insurance?
Insurance wouldn't have covered the treatment that you needed, and I... I just wanted the best for you—
Because I knew that you would refuse it, and without it, you may never have been able to walk again.
Oh, Christ, Marie. You killed me here. I mean, it's the–that's the last nail. That's the last nail in the coffin.
Saul knows a man. He specializes in getting people new identities. He would move you someplace far away, set you up with a whole new life. Yeah, I know. It sounds a little extreme. But maybe it's exactly what you need. You know, I really think that would be good for you. Clean slate. My, just think about it. You get a job. Something legitimate, something you like. Meet a girl, start a family even. Hell, you're still so damn young. You know, what's here for you now, anyway? I tell you, if I could, I'd trade places. Whole lifetime ahead of you, with a chance to hit the reset button. In a few years, this might all feel like nothing more than a bad dream.
[beat] Would you just, for once, stop working me?
What are you talking about?
Can you just, uh, stop working me for, like, ten seconds straight? Stop jerking me around?
Jesse, I am not working you.
Yes. Yes, you are. Alright? Just drop the whole concerned dad thing and tell me the truth. I mean, you're–you're acting like me leaving town is–is all about me and turning over a new leaf, but it's really–it's really about you. I mean, you need me gone, 'cause your dickhead brother-in-law is never gonna let up. Just say so. Just ask me for a favor. Just tell me you don't give a shit about me, and it's either this—It's either this or you'll kill me the same way you killed Mike. I mean, isn't that what this is all about? Huh? Us meeting way the hell out here? In case I say no? Come on. Just tell me you need this.
[Walter slowly walks up to Jesse and hugs him.]
[Jesse breaks into Saul's office]
He a no-show? Why didn't you call? Why didn't you... [Jesse punches Saul in the face] Stop! [Jesse keeps hitting him] Code Red! Huell! Get in here!
[Saul tries to reach for a gun hidden in a drawer, but Jesse grabs it first. When Huell and Francesca enter the room, Jesse points the gun at them]
Back off! You, stay where you are.
[at gun point] What? I don't know what happened here. What did I do?
You stole it off of me. You and him–you took it right out of my pocket, didn't you?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down. Yes. Okay, I had Huell lift your dope. I told you I couldn't risk the guy not taking you.
No! Before! The cigarette! You stole the cigarette.
The ricin cigarette! You had him steal it off of me! And all for that asshole Mr. White! He poisoned Brock! He poisoned Brock, and you–you helped him!
Say it again! Tell me one more time to calm down! Come on!
I'm sorry! Yes! Okay, I had Huell lift your cigarette, but Walt made me! He told me he was helping you, he was saving you. I never would've agreed to it if I'd known what he was gonna do. Jesse, you gotta believe me. I didn't want any of this!
[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.
HHuell
I didn't know he was gonna kill him.
Relax. Look, if we thought you did, you'd be in lockup for conspiracy to commit murder instead of here under our protection.
So just tell us everything you know about White so we can get him before he gets to you.
HHuell
Why would he wanna kill me? I ain't done nothin' to him.
Who knows with this guy? From what he said to Goodman, it may have something to do with him trying to tie up loose ends regarding his poisoning some kid named Brock. Or maybe it's because you know where his money is.
HHuell
I don't know where his money is.
That ain't what we heard.
HHuell
Well, you ain't listened to the people in the know.
[to Saul, while pointing at his bruised and bandaged face] What... what happened to your face?
Oh, this is a... guess you'd call it an occupational hazard.
[hands Saul receipt] Okay, so thank you. And please give that to your car wash professional.
[to Skyler] Very good. Thank you very much. [to Walter Jr.] Good to meet you. Don't drink and drive, but if you do, call me!
[calling after Saul as he departs, parroting a slogan of the A1A Car Wash] Have an A1 day! ... Mom, you forgot to say it.
[Walt sees a photo showing a barrel with stacks of cash in it. His phone rings and he answers.]
Got my photo, bitch? That barrel look familiar? ‘Cause I just found six more exactly like it.
[running out of the car wash] Jesse...
[Cut to Walt driving erratically on the street]
That big bastard who works for Goodman–I pistol-whipped that melon he calls a head til he gives up what he knew, which led me to your rental van, which turns out had GPS. How do you like that, genius? Guess you didn’t think of everything.
Look, Jesse, I don’t know what you plan on doing here, but—
Well, I’ll give you a hint, Walt. It involves a couple of five-gallon cans of gasoline and a lighter.
No, no, no, no, no! Jesse, please, listen to me—
No, you listen to me, bitch! You get your ass out here as fast as you can.
Yes, I’m coming! Okay? Okay?!
And don’t even think about calling anyone for help, alright? You hang up on me, put me on hold, I lost my call for any reason–as soon as you do, I’m burning all of it. Alright? One big bonfire. You get the picture?
I get it, I get it! Okay!
Alright. Well, you better hurry, ‘cause I’m burning ten grand a minute til you get here, starting right now.
I said I’m coming! Don't you touch my money!
Fire in the hole, bitch! There goes ten G's! Ahhh, nice orange flames!
No. No, no, no, no, NO! Jesse– Jesse, please. I'm dying. My cancer is back. You're not hurting anyone but my family. Okay? Look, I–I can't spend this money. It's not for me. I won't be around long enough to use it. It belongs to my children.
Oh, you're gonna talk about kids. You're seriously gonna go there?
You're not, but you're gonna be!
Yes, I am sorry about Brock! But he's alive, isn't he?! He's fine, just as I planned it! Don't you think I knew exactly how much to give him? That I had it all measured out?! Come on! Don't you know me by now?
I know you're a lying, evil scumbag, that's what I know. Manipulating people. Messing with their heads.
Open your eyes! Can't you see that I needed you on my side to kill Gus?! I ran over those gangbangers! I killed Emilio and Krazy-8! Why? I did all of those things to try to save your life as much as mine, only you're too stupid to know it!
[after handcuffing Walt] Agent Gomez, should we flip a coin for the honors?
No way, man. It's all yours.
Walter White, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at the government's expense. Do you understand these rights as I have just recited them to you?
[Jesse spits on Walt's face]
