[Hector, Tuco's invalid uncle, keeps ringing his bell after catching Walter and Jesse attempting to poison Tuco's food]
What? What do you want?! No. Don't even tell me you're hungry. Don't go there. [notices Hector staring at Walter and Jesse; laughs] Are you mad doggin' them, tio? What, you don't like them? [Hector rings the bell] One ding. That means yes. Tio don't like you. Why don't you like them, tio? You don't trust them? [Hector rings the bell] Why don't you trust them, tio?
Tuco, c'mon. Hey, he's–There's clearly some dementia. He's not lucid.
Shh! Did they do something to you, tio? Was it something that you don't like? [Hector rings the bell] What did they do to you? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY TIO?!
BULLSHIT! MY TIO DOES NOT LIE!
I don't know. I swear, I don't know. No, maybe it was–I did change the channel on his TV, but, uh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it. While you were cooking, you know, he was watching one of those, uh, those, uh, telenovels, y'know, with all those ripe honeys on it? Y'know, he was really into it. [to Walter] I told you not to change the channel, man! Y'know, dude needs his eye candy! That's it!
[laughs] Tio! Is that it, tio? Is that it, tio? Did they change your mamitas? [Hector is silent] What are you telling me, tio? Huh? Are they punking me? [Hector rings the bell]
[Tuco slowly walks toward Jesse]
Hey... No. No, man. No...
[Tuco grabs Jesse and drags him outside]
[Walter runs after them as Tuco begins to beat up Jesse]
[Tuco punches Jesse in the stomach and points the rifle at his head]
No, please, no! God, please, no! Oh, God, I don't wanna die!
Tell me what you did, Walter!
Jesus, I don't wanna die! NO!
[Walter notices Jesse has dug up a rock]
We tried to poison you. We tried to poison you because you are an insane, degenerate piece of filth and you deserve to die.
[Jesse bashes Tuco in the face with the rock. He drops the rifle into a shallow pit. Walter grabs it as Tuco and Jesse scuffle on the ground. Jesse manages to grab a small pistol tucked into Tuco's belt and shoots Tuco in the gut. Tuco screams in pain]
[kicking Tuco into the shallow pit] Who's the bitch now?!
[After Walt fakes being in a fugue state by stripping naked in a supermarket as an explanation for his and Jesse's whereabouts]
Well, which supermarket? Is it like a big one? Like a chain?
Don't get me wrong. I think it's just great that he's, y'know, back and he's feeling better. I just, I mean, he...naked. He was naked naked in a supermarket. It wasn't Whole Foods, was it?
[Hank is interrogating Jesse about his car being found at Tuco's hideout]
So who's your chief, little Injun?
What? What does that even mean?
It means I think your story's bullshit. I think you know who Tuco Salamanca was. I think your car was there because you were there. Tuco had a bullet in him when I got there and I think you know something about that, too.
So what're you saying? Like, I shot someone with, like, a gun?
You? No. Only shooting that you do is into a Kleenex.
[Walter is in therapy to help treat his "fugue state"]
Look, doctor, I feel fine. Really. Now, if this is truly necessary, can't I continue as an outpatient?
TTherapist
Walt, a fugue state is a very serious event. What if you were to disassociate when you were driving? What if you were to get into a situation where you could be shot by the police? You understand we can't allow you to leave, until we're certain what happened is a non-recurring event. Saying you feel fine doesn't solve this.
[beat] Would you tell me about patient confidentiality?
TTherapist
It's very straightforward; without your permission, I can't disclose anything you tell me to anyone.
TTherapist
Not to your family, not to the police, not to anyone. The only exception would be if you threatened to kill someone... then I'd be able to tell that person, but only that person.
And you–as a medical practitioner–you abide by these strictures absolutely?
Alright... there was no fugue state. I remember everything. [stands up; removes tubing] The truth is... I couldn't stand to spend another second in that house. I just had to...get out, and so I left. I didn't think about it, I just did it. I-I walked for a long time, and when I couldn't walk anymore, I hitchhiked. I got as far as Gallup... [sighs] ...and then it was just time to come home.
TTherapist
So, being found naked in a supermarket; that was your way of giving credibility to a lie, of avoiding questions about your disappearance? Why run away? What did you feel you had to run from?
Doctor, my wife is seven months pregnant with a baby we didn't intend. My fifteen-year old son has cerebral palsy. I am an extremely overqualified high school chemistry teacher. When I can work, I make $43,700 per year. I have watched all of my colleagues and friends surpass me in every way imaginable, and within eighteen months, I will be dead. And you ask why I ran?
[Hank and Gomez have had Tuco's uncle Hector brought to the interrogation room in hopes that he'll identify Jesse]
Gomie, you want to do the honors?
[in Spanish] Good afternoon, Mr. Salamanca. Do you understand English?
[Hector rings the bell]
NNurse
That means, "yes". "Yes" is a bell, "no" is no bell.
Oh, c'mon! This is bullshit! I mean, look at this dude, alright? He doesn't even know what planet he's living on!
Señor, are we on the planet Mars? [pause; no bell] Are we on the planet Saturn? [pause; still no bell] Are we on the planet Earth? [Hector rings the bell] Señor, is today Friday? [pause; no bell] Is today Monday? [pause; still no bell] Is today Tuesday? [Hector rings the bell]
Okay, seems like he's all there. Let's go for it.
Señor, was this man at your house yesterday? [long pause; Hector does nothing] Señor, was this man at your house yesterday?
This guy right here, he was at your house, right? Was he doing business with your nephew Tuco?
Señor, are you scared of this man?
Nah, he's not scared. C'mon granddad, why don't you wanna help us out?
[Hector turns to Hank, stands up, and defecates in his chair]
I guess that's a "no"....
Pay phone, middle of nowhere, nobody followed. So how'd it go?
They sweated me plenty, but they finally cut me loose. So you getting out of there?
Walter Tomorrow. So who came for you? The DEA? What'd they ask you?
Yeah, that's the thing, y'know? Your scumbag brother-in-law took my rainy day fund.
My rainy day fund, $68,000, okay? Cue ball son of a bitch laughed in my face. Now I got, like, eighty bucks to my name.
Wait, wait, what does he know? Does he know it's your money?
No, man, he doesn't know shit, okay? The plan worked. He bought it. I got bills due, man. I'm screwed.
Badger's cousin took it to his garage. It's safe.
Can he get it running again?
You still wanna cook? Seriously?
[Movers are taking away Jesse's things]
Hey, hey! What the hell, yo?! I thought this was just a wake-up call!
We are putting it in storage. When you decide to grow up, you can have it back.
No, why don't you grow up, mom? Ginny wanted me here! Alright, I was the one who took care of her. Alright, I took her to her appointments and made her lunch everyday. I earned this!
You did not make her lunch everyday.
What'd you do, huh? She's lying there dying, and where the hell are you?
And now what? You decided to, oh I don't know, make your eldest son homeless?! Wow, great family, mom!
[Mrs. Pinkman slaps Jesse]
Why are you like this?! Why?! [pause] You have two sets of keys and the padlock to the garage. Leave them on the kitchen counter when you leave.
No, mom, mom, mom! Hey, where am I supposed to go?
I don't know, sweetheart. But please, turn your life around.
Yeah, yeah, this is gonna help big time with that! BITCH!
[Walter picks up the phone]
Yo, it's me. Is this a good time?
...What part of "no contact" didn't you understand?!
I know, but there's a problem.
I don't care. We agreed [Skyler walks by] ...no amount of pay-per-view channels is going to make a difference! Honey, we're happy with our cable provider, right? Yep, we're happy! [Walter quickly hangs up]
...
Yo, I get that I shouldn't call, but I'm in a situation over here and I need my money.
Yeah, and thanks, Daddy Warbucks, but that was before my housing situation went completely testicular on me, okay?!
You smoked the entire 600, didn't you?
Look, Jesse. Your problems are just that: Your problems. No contact! Do not call here ever! When the moment is right, I will call—
Mr. White, you're not listening—
They're kicking me out of my house!
[Walter sees Jesse's RV parked in front of his house]
[Walter knocks on the door and Jesse lets him in]
Yo, I'm really sorry, okay?
What is wrong with you? Why are you blue? Aw, Jesus...
Long story. Let's just say it starts with my parents being greedy kleptomaniac douchebags.
Are you actually this stupid...
No, look, I know this isn't an optimal situation.
...to come to my house, and park on my street, driving this vehicle?! I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?! I'm really asking!
Nothing. I'm sorry, I just—
What if Skyler had seen you, huh? What then? What was the plan then, genius? Hm?
You don't know. You know why you don't know? Because you don't think! That's why! You don't think! You never figured out how to think, did you, big man?!
Hey, I said I was sorry, alright? I just need my half of the money and I'll go!
Your half? There is no your half of the money! There is only my all of it, do you understand?! Why–Why should I be penalized because of your sloppiness?! [pushes Jesse]
Look, that is completely uncool, alright? We agreed 50/50, partners!
Partners in what? What exactly do you do here, I've been meaning to ask. Because I'm the producer, right? I cook. But from what I can tell, you are just a drug addict! You are a pathetic junkie too stupid to understand and follow simple rudimentary instructions! Too stupid to—
[Jesse grabs Walter by the head and shoves him into the wall. The two struggle. Jesse pushes Walter to the ground and starts to strangle him. He lifts his fist up to punch Walter.]
[Jesse lowers his fist and collapses next to Walter, both exhausted]
I got profile now, yo. Don't you get that? DEA's up my ass. [takes a sip of his beer] No, I'm not exposing myself to that level of risk for chump change. No way.
[in a calm tone] Then what do you suggest we do? I don't think either of us are eager to jump into bed with another Tuco.
Tuco? No, man... No more Tuco. I got bills, man.
[squints eyes at Jesse] You've got bills?
Rent, yo. Responsibilities and whatnot. I've already lost more than I've made and I am tired of dicking around out here. [takes another sip of his beer]
You wanna know how much I've got left? After completing my first round of treatment and financing the world's most expensive alibi? Zero. Zip. Nothing.
We got to be Tuco. Alright, cut out the middle man, run our own game.
So you're going to what? Snort meth off a bowie knife? You're gonna beat your homies to death when they "diss" you?
Look, I know some guys, alright? I can create a network. Look, we control production and distribution. That way we stay off the front lines while moving some serious glass. I mean, the point here is to make money, right? Sky high stacks!
No? That's not the point?
No, I am not willing to do that!
Who said anything about you?
I don't vote for this plan. I'm not comfortable bringing in unknown entities into our operation.
Yeah? Well, you don't get to vote.
I beg your pardon? This is a partnership, remember?
I remember, oh, I remember. That you cook, I sell. That was the division of labor when we started all this. And that's exactly how we should have kept it! 'Cause I sure as hell didn't find myself locked in a trunk or on my knees with a GUN to my head before your greedy old ass came along, alright?
Alright, I will admit to a bit of a learning curve.
And perhaps I was overly ambitious. In any case, it's not gonna happen that way anymore.
Yeah, damn straight. Know why? 'Cause we do things my way this time or I walk! You need me more than I need you... Walt.
