[In a flashback to Walter's younger days]
I don't know. Just... doesn't it seem like... something's missing?
What about the soul?
The soul? There's nothing but chemistry here.
S1 E3...And the Bag's in the River
S1 E4Cancer Man
So be on notice. We got new players in town. We don't know who they are, where they come from, but they possess an extremely high skill-set. Me personally? I'm thinking Albuquerque just might have a new kingpin.
I have cancer. Lung cancer. It's bad.
[Walter sees Jesse sneak into his backyard]
You can't be serious. What the hell are you doing here?
Yo, I waited 'til the ball buster left. I mean, no offense.
Who sent you? You wearing a wire? You setting me up?! [aggressively pats down Jesse, who pushes him off]
Homo. [incredulously] A wire? You want a wire? I got a wire. [grabs crotch] Speak into the mic, bitch! [Walter shoves him again] What the hell's wrong with you? "A wire." Jesus!
So who did you tell about–
Nobody! What are you, nuts?
Then why are you here?
I don't know. To like... touch base—
Touch base?
Yeah, you know...what you call... a debrief? Maybe we could like... I thought we could debrief.
Wow, that's... that's what you think we need, to debrief?
Yeah, after what happened, it just seems like the thing to do. Kind of, you know, talk about it. We can't talk to anybody else. Anyway, that and I wanted to... I wanted to tell you how much everybody digs that meth we cooked.
Everybody digs... the meth we cooked?
Seriously, I got dudes that would give their left nut for a little more.
Great.
I'm just saying, if you ever...saw your way clear to... you know, you and I... cooking a little more.
Get the hell off my property.
What? I'm just saying.
Go and don't come back. Now!
Alright. You know what? [Jesse takes out a wad of cash] Four grand. Your share from selling that batch. That's why I'm here. Yeah, that's right. I didn't smoke it all.
[Jesse tosses the money into Walter's pool and leaves]
You’re being a pussy! All this stuff I’ve been through, and you’re scared of a little chemotherapy?
Can I call them and tell them you'll start next week?
WWalter
I just think that we need to... discuss it a little more, that's all.
What is there to discuss? You're going to get the best treatment and he's the best.
WWalter
Well, there's the money discussion. $90,000 out of pocket. Maybe more.
There's a way, Walt. There's financing, there's installment plans. I could always go back to work. Walt, there's always a way.
WWalter
Alright. Skyler, say that there is a way, and we spend all that money, and... am I supposed to leave you with all that debt? I just don't want emotions ruling us. Maybe treatment isn't the way to go.
Then why don't you just fucking die already? Just give up and die.
S1 E5Gray Matter
Yo, why would you want this lame-ass job anyway? I mean, no offense.
Because I'm on probation, yo. Gotta prove to the man I'm rehabilitated. [smokes a joint]
Well, back when Elliott and I were in grad school, we came up with the name. Schwartz: Black. Walter White. So together, they became Gray Matter Technologies.
FFarley
Cute, huh?
MMan
So you run the company with Elliott?
Well, no. No, that's Gretchen and Elliott. I gravitated toward education.
MMan
What university?
[Walter clears his throat and takes a drink]
I miss this, Walt.
Yeah. Me too. Listen, uh, we–we ought to get together more often. Y'know, Skyler and I would love to have you and Gretchen over for dinner sometime.
Oh, sure, yeah, absolutely... but, you know, what I mean is that–that you and I should work together again.
Heh, what, are you gonna teach high school?
No, no, no, no, seriously. W–What's stopping us?
...Wait a minute. Elliott, what are you–Are you asking me to come work for you at Gray Matter?
Yeah, why not? You'd fit right in! You're brilliant, you–you got a ton of experience.
Well, I... I wouldn't really know where to begin. I mean... God, you have no idea. I spend my days just drawing out atoms on the chalkboard and trying to get these kids to learn the periodic table.
Look, I–I understand. You're a little rusty, but you're not seeing the upside here. We could really benefit from a- a new set of eyes. You know what it's like when you're trying to crack some problem for months on end, you get tunnel vision. One guy thinking outside of the box, you may be exactly what we need.
[pause] Well, listen, Elliott, it... the offer is very appealing, it really is, I thank you, but uh... there's–there's something you should know. I–I have some personal issues.
Look, there's nothing we can't work out.
Well, yeah, but... it's–it's complicated.
We can help you. We–We have excellent health insurance. The best.
[Walter grimaces and glances at Skyler]
Alright, I've got the talking pillow now. Okay? We all, in this room, love each other. We want what's best for each other and I know that. I am very thankful for that. But...what I want... what I want, what I need, is a choice.
What does that... mean?
Sometimes I feel like I never actually make any of my own. Choices, I mean. My entire life, it just seems I never... you know, had a real say about any of it. Now this last one, cancer... all I have left is how I choose to approach this.
Then make the right choice, Walt. You're not the only one it affects. What about your son? Don't you wanna see your daughter grow up? I just...
Of course I do. Skyler, you've read the statistics. These doctors... talking about surviving. One year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is it, to just survive if I am too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love? For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house. I want to sleep in my own bed. I don't wanna choke down 30 or 40 pills every single day, lose my hair, and lie around too tired to get up... and so nauseated that I can't even move my head. And you cleaning up after me? Me...some dead man, some artificially alive... just marking time? No. No. [pause] And that's how you would remember me. That's the worst part. So...that is my thought process, Skyler. I'm sorry. I just... I choose not to do it.
Yo.
Wanna cook?
S1 E6Crazy Handful of Nothin
Let's get something straight. This–the chemistry–is my realm. I am in charge of the cooking. Out there on the street, you deal with that. As far as our customers go, I don't want to know anything about them. I don't need to see them. I don't want to hear from them. I want no interaction with them whatsoever. This operation is you and me, and I'm the silent partner. You got any issues with that?
Whatever, man.
No matter what happens, no more bloodshed. No violence.
[Cut to a brief flash-forward of Walter, with a shaved head and bloody nose, walking away from a chaotic scene with a smoking building in the background. He is holding a bag with blood on it]
When were you going to tell me?
Tell you what?
Cancer. You got it, right?
How did you know?
[pointing to Walter's chemo mark on his chest] My aunt had one of those... dots on her to target the radiation. What is it, in your lung? I'm your partner, man. You should have told me. That's not cool, okay? Not at all. What stage are you?
3-A.
Gone to your lymph nodes.
Your aunt... How bad was she when they caught it?
Bad enough. She didn't last long.
How long?
Seven months. I get it now. That's why you're doing all this. You wanna make some cash for your people before you check out.
You got a problem with that?
You tell me. You're the one that looks like you just crawled out of a microwave.
[Jesse comes back after selling meth]
How much meth did you sell?
Nearly an ounce.
Last I checked, there were sixteen ounces to a pound. What did you do with the rest, smoke it?
Yo, I've been out there all night slinging crystal! You think it's cake, moving a pound of meth one 'teenth at a time?
So why are you selling it in such small quantities? Why don't you just sell the whole pound at once?
To who? What do I look like, Scarface?
This... [holds up his small share] is unacceptable. I am breaking the law, here! This return is too little for the risk! I thought you'd be ready for another pound today!
You may know a lot about chemistry, man, but you don't know jack about slinging dope.
Well, I'll tell ya–I know a lack of motivation when I see it. [Jesse scoffs] Come on, you–you've gotta be more imaginative, you know, just–just think outside the box here! We have to move our product in bulk. Wholesale! Now, how do we do that?
What do you mean? To, like, a distributor?
Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor! Now, do you know anyone like that?
Yeah. I mean, I used to, until you killed him.
[pause]
So... who took Krazy-8's place?
Some guy named Tuco. Badass, from what I hear.
Tuco. Okay, so then, just go talk to Tuco.
[scoffs] Right. Like, "Hello, sir. Hey, I know you don't know me, but would you be interested in a felony quantity of methamphetamine?"
Well, yes, but maybe with a little more salesmanship, perhaps?
You just don't get it, man! Okay, this guy's OG!
What–What does that mean?
Agh, Jesus. Look, he's off our level, man! He's not gonna do business with some dude he doesn't know! You just don't understand the way it works; you can't just bum-rush some high-level iceman and start cutting deals, okay? It's risky. You need an intro, you need someone to vouch.
Well, who introduced you to Krazy-8?
Emilio, and that's only because I knew him from, like, third grade, and we can't talk to Emilio either, because—
Alright, alright, alright...
Look, I'm telling you, Mr. White... it's too risky. 'Kay? I mean, we're making money, why can't you just be satisfied with the way it is?
Oh, come on! Jesus! JUST GROW SOME FUCKIN' BALLS!!
[upon seeing Walter's shaved head] Badass, dad.
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