How much did you get for the deal?
$480,000. Saul's cut is 20%.
Jesse Alright, so where's my money? [Walter laughs] What?
You are joking, right? If I gave you that money, you would be dead inside of a week.
Yo man, look, I'm off the heroin. I didn't even like it anyway, it made me sick. And the meth, y'know, I could take it or leave it. I'm clean, Mr. White. For real.
[Walter tosses an empty beaker to Jesse]
How gay are you, seriously?
Pee in it! They're selling testing kits at the drug stores. If you are clean, I will give you every last dime. [beat; Jesse is silent] No, huh? Well, I guess until then, you'll just have to depend on the kindness of strangers to get high. That and your little junkie girlfriend.
[Jesse throws the beaker at Walter. Walter ducks and it shatters against the chalkboard]
No, no, it cannot be blind luck or some imaginary relative who saves us. No, I earned that money. Me! And now my son created his own website: SaveWalterWhite.com. Soliciting anonymous donations! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?!
Well, look at that. It's got PayPal and everything.
Cyber-begging, that's all that is. Just rattling a little tin cup to the entire world.
[sarcastically] Yeah, there's no deep-seated issues there. Walter, I'm looking at the answer right here. It's staring me in the face. Do I have to spell it out for you?
I know, I know. You're thinking that I should be funneling money into my son's website, but absolutely not. No. I am not going to have my family think that some mystery benefactor saved us!
Not some mystery benefactor, singular. That would raise too many questions. However—stay with me here... Zombies. [chuckles] I got a guy who knows this guy, who knows this Rain Man type. Right? He lives with his mother in her basement in Belarus, alright? So good luck extraditing his fat Russian ass.
[Walter is about to leave when Saul stops him]
Wait, wait! He's a hacker-cracker extraordinaire. This guy can hijack random desktops all around the world, turn them into zombies that do his bidding. For instance, he can make it so 20, or 30,000 little donations come in from all over the U.S. and Canada. Ten, 20, 50 bucks a pop, all paid in full—nice and neat, untraceable—from the good-hearted people of the world to Mr. Walter H. White, cancer saint. Heh. I'm getting a warm and fuzzy feeling just thinking about it.
How the hell did you get this number? Did Jesse give it to you?
All Jesse wants is what's coming to him. No more, no less.
What are you talking about? He told you about the money?
So, what is this? Some kind of blackmail or something?
This is me telling you to do right by Jesse and bring him what you owe him. I don't call that blackmail. I call that getting off your ass, and being a decent human being.
Well, I call it blackmail. Dialing my number. Talking to my wife. And what's your end of this? How much heroin does a half a million dollars buy? [pause] For your information, I am holding Jesse's money for him, he will receive every last dollar of it. He will. Not you. At a time when I see fit. But I will not contribute to his overdose. Now, you tell him, if he gets clean–if you both get clean—
You know what? I take that back. This is blackmail. Because what I know about you–high school teacher turned drug dealer with a brother-in-law in the DEA–that'd make one hell of a story. National news, I'll bet. Do right by Jesse tonight or I will burn you to the ground.
[Later, Walter gives Jesse his half of their drug money]
[to Jesse] Nice job wearing the pants.
Do you know what this is?
It's a whole lot of cheddar.
This is freedom! This is saying I can go anywhere I want! I can be anybody! Who do you want to be? Where do you want to go? South America? Europe? Australia?
Is New Zealand part of Australia?
New Zealand is New Zealand!
Right on. New Zealand, that's where they, uh, that's where they made Lord of the Rings! I say we just move there, yo! I mean, you could do your art, right? Like, you could like paint the local castles and shit, and I can be a bush pilot!
[Jane's father, Donald, discovers Jesse in her bedroom and tries to throw him out. Jesse finds a baseball bat during the scuffle and threatens Donald with it]
What's with you, yo, huh?! 'Cause I will seriously bust you up!
DDonald
You miserable little smack-head! Get the hell out!
Hey, I pay my rent, bitch! Alright?! I got civil rights!
[to Jesse] Saul Goodman sent me. [pause] Come on, inside. Latch the door. Where is she?
[Jesse turns his head in the direction of his bedroom. Mike puts on gloves as he walks down the hall. He then looks around and stares briefly at Jane's body before putting Jesse's drug paraphernalia inside a bag and cleaning up the room.]
Any other drugs in the house? Think hard. Your freedom depends on it. [Jesse shakes his head] What about guns? You got any guns in the house? [Jesse shakes his head again] Here's your story: You woke up. You found her. That's all you know. Say it. Say it, please. "I woke up. I found her. That's all I know." [Jesse begins to cry; Mike slaps him] Say it. "I woke up. I found her. That's all I know."
I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.
I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.
[in rushing tone] I woke up. I found her. That's all I know. I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.
Once you call it in, the people who show up will be with the Office of Medical Investigations. That's primarily who you'll talk to. Police officers may arrive, they may not. Depends on how busy a morning they're having. Typically OD's are not a high priority call. There's nothing here to incriminate you, so I'd be amazed if you got placed under arrest. However, if you do, you say nothing. You tell them you just want your lawyer and you call Saul Goodman. And do I need to state the obvious? I was not here. You put on a long sleeve shirt and cover those track marks on your arm. [hands Jesse a phone] Count down from twenty and then you dial. [zips up the bag with Jesse's money] Hang tough. You're in the home stretch.
[Walt finds Jesse strung out in a trap house and rushes over to him]
Jesse. Jesse! Look at me, son. Wake up. Wake up.
Hey. I ain't got nothing for you, man. It's all gone.
Jesse, wake up. Just— [Jesse starts thrashing] Jesse! Jesse, it's me! It's Walt! It's Walt.
Come on, let's get out of here.
No, nonono, no, nono, no. I'm good.
Come on. Help me out, now.
I'm good. I'm good... right here, man. Right here.
Listen, Jesse. You are not good right here. You are not good at all, you hear? Now, you just put your arms around me. Come on. You're gonna stand up, and we're gonna- we're gonna walk out of here. Okay? [Jesse does so] We're gonna take you someplace nice and safe. That's it. Now, let's go, come on. Here we go.'
I killed her, it was me! I killed her, man, I killed her!
Jesse, look at me. Look at me. You didn't kill anybody.
I loved her... [continues sobbing] I loved her more than anything!
[Walter hugs him]
[Due to Saul's steady stream of small donations, "SaveWalterWhite.com" ends up making the local news]
KKaren
Judging from the things you and other folks have written about him, your dad must be quite a guy.
Yeah, he is. He's the best.
KKaren
You don't want to lose him, do you, Walter?
Walter Jr. None of us do. We love him.
KKaren
He's a good man, isn't he?
Absolutely. Ask anyone, anybody. He's a great father, a great teacher. He knows, like, everything there is to know about chemistry. He's patient with you, he's always there for you. He's just decent. And he always does the right thing and that's how he teaches me to be.
KKaren
Would you say he's your hero?
Oh yeah, yes ma'am, totally. My dad is my hero.
I'm going to Hank and Marie's for the weekend.
I'm taking the baby with me. Marie will pick up Walter Jr. from school. You will have the house to yourself for two days. I want you to pack your things and leave.
Hank has offered to help since you shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting.
I want you gone by Monday morning. I want... I want you gone.
Okay, can you at least tell me why?
Because you're a liar, Walt. Two cell phones after all.
Right before your surgery, I asked if you had packed your cell phone and you said, "Which one?"
When? Skyler, I was medicated. I mean, I could have said the world was flat.
You know what I think? I think you accidentally told the truth.
Honey, we have been over this. Asked and answered, right? There—
But then it got me thinking again about all the strange behavior. Not the least of which was the disappearance. Out of my mind with worry, calling hospitals, checking the morgue. Your fugue state? I had to believe that, didn't I? I had to find a way. I mean, who would lie about such a thing?
You tell me, Skyler. You tell me exactly what it is you think I'm lying about. What, an affair? I'm having an affair? Is that what you think?
That's what I was thinking, yeah. For the last few weeks.
With whom? Who am I having an affair with?
Well, my guess was Gretchen Schwartz. Something was going on between you. I just knew.
Jesus, Skyler. Get me a Bible to swear on, if that's what it takes. I am not having an affair with Gretchen!
Oh, I know. I know you're not. 'Cause I asked her. It really took me forever to get in touch with her. She was ducking my calls for weeks. So I finally left a message, "What exactly is going on between you and my husband?" I thought that'd get her attention and it did. So she called me back and she finally told me. The money? For your treatment? Gretchen and Elliott didn't give you a dime. They paid for nothing. You refused every offer they made you, but that didn't make sense because I checked with Delcavoli in the hospital and, not including your surgery, we're nearly paid up. Over $100,000. Out of where? Out of thin air? But then, I called your mother. Yeah... Thanks for that, too. But I thought, y'know, maybe she has some money that I don't know about? Maybe she contributed? It's possible. It turns out that not only is the money not from your mother, she didn't even know that you have cancer. You never went to see her. I–I–I dropped you at the airport, I picked you up, you were gone for four days, and yet she swears that you were never there. Lies on top of lies on top of lies.
Skyler Could you, just once, do me the courtesy of not denying it?
[Walter is silent. Skyler heads to the car]
Skyler... Skyler, don't do this, please. I–I... Skyler, please don't go.
[Skyler tries to close the car door, but Walter stops her]
If I tell you the truth, will you stay? Stay and I will tell you everything.
Whatever it is, I'm afraid to know.
[Skyler closes the car door and drives off]
[Walter grabs a duffel bag filled with his drug money, but Hank also grabs it]
Whoa, whoa, no heavy lifting. I got it.
I got it. Jesus, what you got in there? Cinder blocks?
[thinks for a few seconds] Half a million in cash.
[chuckles] That's the spirit!
[Walter addresses the assembled students in the gym]
I guess what I would want to say is to look on the bright side. First of all, nobody on the ground was killed, and that–I mean, an incident like this over a populated urban center–that right there, that's–that's just gotta be some minor miracle, so... Plus, neither plane was full. You know, the–the 737 was–was what? Maybe two-thirds full, I believe? Right, yes? Or maybe even three-quarters full. On any rate, what you're left with casualty-wise is just the 50th-worst air disaster. Actually, tied for 50th. There are, in truth, 53 crashes throughout history that are just as bad or worse. Tenerife? Has–has anybody–anybody heard of Tenerife? No? In 1977, two fully-loaded 747s crashed into each other on Tenerife. Does anybody know how big a 747 is? I mean, it's way bigger than a 737, and we're talking about two of them. Nearly 600 people died from Tenerife. But do any of you even remember it at all? Any of you? I doubt it. You know why? It's because people move on. They just move on. And we will, too. We will move on and we will get past this. Because that is what human beings do, we survive. And, uh... we survive, and we–we overcome. We survive. We survive, and...
[Carmen approaches Walter and asks for the microphone]
I love you, Skyler. And I would do anything for you. Would you even consider, I mean... Jesus! You come in here and you wave these papers in my face, when there's a whole other entire side to this thing. There's your side and there's my side, and you haven't heard my side yet. You haven't heard any of it all.
Yeah. How else could you possibly make that kind of money? Marijuana. That Pinkman kid. [Walter is silent] No? Oh, my God, Walt. Cocaine?
...It's methamphetamine. But I'm a manufacturer, I'm not a dealer.
Per se. I... it doesn't mean... [Skyler gets up and heads to the door] No, Skyler! Listen to me, Skyler! [Walter grabs her arm] Listen.
There are a lot of angles to this, okay? It's complicated, alright? So please listen. Please, let's just sit back down and we'll talk it through.
I'm going to make you a deal, Walt. I won't tell Hank and I won't tell your children or anybody else. Nobody will hear it from me, but only if you grant me this divorce and stay out of our lives.
I mean it. Now let me the hell out of here before I throw up.
I have an offer that I think would be of interest to you.
I, uh, actually am not here to... I'm here because I owe you the courtesy and respect to tell you this personally. I'm done. It has nothing to do with you personally. I find you extraordinarily professional, and I appreciate the way you do business. I'm just... making a change in my life is what it is, and I'm- I'm at something of a crossroads... and it's brought me to a realization: I am not a criminal. No offense to any people who are, but... this is not me.
I'd like you to hear my offer, notwithstanding.
It won't change my mind, I'm sorry.
Three million dollars for three months of your time. Three months, then out.
May I take this as a yes?
[sighs] I have money. I have more money than I know how to spend. What I don't have is my family. The answer is still no.
[Gus and Walter shake hands]
