What? What, you don't believe me?
COfficer Cavanaugh
Sir, regardless of how that windshield was damaged, this car is unsafe to drive in this condition. Stay in the car, please.
Wait. Wait just a minute. Just one minute.
COfficer Cavanaugh
Sir, I asked you to stay in the vehicle.
No, no, no. I can get out of my own damn car.
COfficer Cavanaugh
Sir, listen–No, no, no.
You listen to me. It's time for you to listen to me.
COfficer Cavanaugh
Sir, what you need to do is take a deep breath, calm down...
COfficer Cavanaugh
...and get back in that car now.
I have rights. Do you understand that? At least have the common decency to hear me out.
COfficer Cavanaugh
I need you to step back right now.
Did you even hear what I said?
COfficer Cavanaugh
Sir, calm down.
Now you're giving me a ticket? I told you that my house was in the debris field. Do you have the remotest inkling of what that means?
COfficer Cavanaugh
Sir, calm down.
Hellfire rained down on my house!
COfficer Cavanaugh
Sir, I need you to step back now.
[The Pinkmans and their lawyer, Mr. Gardiner, receive an offer from an unknown buyer, represented by Saul Goodman]
You're not that lawyer from late-night television, are you?
[points] "Better Call Saul!" [laughs] I get it all the time!
GGardiner
We're here to discuss the sale of the property at 9809 Margo.
I get it. [sits down] Flat-fee clients, am I right? [to the Pinkmans] Well, folks, today's your lucky day! I represent a client who shall remain nameless–however, for our purposes, you might just as well visualize a large bag of money. This individual wants to buy your house, today, for cash.
Cash! I know, in this economy? In fact, the money is already burnin' a hole in my client's account. You can ask Mr. Gardiner; I've shown him all the pertinent financials.
GGardiner
It's the only reason we're sitting here.
...Fair enough. We, uh, get a few papers signed and notarized and we can take care of this right now. [to the Pinkmans] In fact, I could wire you your money this very afternoon! There's just one little hair in the soup, ah... the price.
GGardiner
[beat] We feel 875 is very fair.
PMr. Pinkman
But I suppose there's always a little, uh... wiggle room?
Well, uh... why don't you wiggle us on down to 400, and you got yourselves a deal.
PMr. Pinkman
400,000? What is that, a joke?
That's less than half price!
PMr. Pinkman
We put almost that much into the renovations alone.
GGardiner
Why don't you cut the clown act and tell us what you're willing to come up to?
400,000. That's my final offer.
[The Pinkmans and Mr. Gardiner get up in disgust]
Well, this was a waste of time.
PMr. Pinkman
Ridiculous! You gotta be kidding me! Come on, honey.
GGardiner
How could you possibly imagine that we would entertain this?
I don't know. I just thought some allowance was in order once I heard about the meth lab. [beat; everyone stops and looks at Saul] The one that used to be in the basement. I looked over your signed disclosure statements, and I don't see any mention of a meth lab. [flips through the documents] Nope... oh, you got your termite inspection! That's good... but no meth lab. Now, some would call that fraud in service of concealing a felony. I, myself, am more open-minded, but... it is tricky. And don't get me wrong: I applaud your cojones! I mean, good try of sneaking a meth-contaminated property past the buyer. I mean... tsk, could have been a good deal for you. Too bad. Now, I could file a suit and encumber this property indefinitely, or I could start some criminal proceedings, but I don't think any of us want that, now do we? How about it, counselor? Do you concur?
[The Pinkmans just sold Jesse's old house at a much lower price to an unknown person who knew about Jesse's meth lab]
PMr. Pinkman
Breaking even is not so bad. In this economy, a lot of people would kill to break even.
Poor Jake had his heart set on going to Space Camp.
[Jesse pulls up in his car]
PMr. Pinkman
God, this is all we need.
Mom. Dad. How's it going? [walks to the house]
PMr. Pinkman
Jesse, it's really not a good time.
Jesse, the house has been sold. The new owners are expected at any moment. Where do you think you're going?
[jingles his key] Inside. I bought the place.
I've done a terrible thing. But I've done it for a good reason. I did it for us. That [points to the duffel bag of money] is college tuition for Walter Jr. And Holly, eighteen years down the road. And it's health insurance for you and the kids. For Jr.'s physical therapy. His SAT tutor. It's money for groceries, gas, for birthdays and graduation parties. Skyler, that money is for this roof over your head. The mortgage that you are not going to be able to afford on a part-time bookkeeper's salary when I'm gone.
Please. Please. This money, I didn't steal it. It doesn't belong to anyone else. I earned it. The things I've... done to earn it... They... the things I've had to do... I've got to live with them. Skyler, all that I've done, all the sacrifices that I've made for this family, all of it, will be for nothing if you don't accept what I've earned. Please. I'll be here when you get home from work. You can give me your answer then.
[Saul and Mike are listening to a recording of Walter and Skyler fighting]
You think this will get me to move out? You can screw Ted, you can screw the butcher, the mailman, whoever you want! Screw all! I'm not going anywhere.
Is this a good or bad thing?
Suit myself... You want me to suit myself?! I'll suit myself to his face!
About Skyler. About where to find me just now. How did you know?
That's just my meticulousness. Don't bog down in detail, Walt. The lesson here—
...Yeah. But I didn't know it was your house, did I? You moved out. Besides, you basically told me to.
You strongly hinted that I should. You were worried about your wife, remember? You were concerned that she might say something to the police.
No, no, that's not true. When the hell did I say that?
Let's not get lost in the who, whats and whens. The point is we did our due diligence and she didn't talk. She kept quiet, she stood by you, Walt. Which, if you ask me, is the ironical silver lining here. I mean, on the one hand, sure, she snuck off the reservation to get some dirty damp and deep. On the other—
[Walter grabs Saul and the two begin struggling on the floor. Mike rolls his eyes, strolls over to them and breaks it up]
YOU'RE FIRED! YOU'RE DONE!
Good! "Oh boo-hoo, I won't cook meth anymore!" You're a crybaby! Who needs you?! Hey, I'm unplugging the website, so no more money laundering! How do you like that?!
I want those bugs out of my house today! I want them out now!
You just bought a $300 suit, psycho!
This is very shoddy work, Pinkman. I'm actually embarrassed for you.
What? No way. I gave out samples and everyone said it was the bomb.
Oh, they said it was the bomb? And who are they, I wonder? A bunch of meth heads?
Yeah, and they should know, right?
Yeah, well, sorry. I can't help you.
Fine, asswad. You know what? I'll contact the guy myself.
Oh yeah? Well, good luck because my guy's a pro and he doesn't deal with junkies.
Hey, you know what? Eat me!
The good news is for stage three cancer, the guy's doing well. Physically. Mentally, the guy's a disaster. He's gone off the rails over this thing with his wife. My opinion: He's not coming back. Not on his own. Your friends were at his place again, by the way. They drew something on the street outside his house. The Scythe.
Animals... Does the lawyer know?
If you want this guy to produce again, why not just tell him? You're the only thing that stands between him and an axe to the head.
I do not believe fear to be an effective motivator. I want investment. For now, I'm simply interested in time frame. He will live for the foreseeable future, yes?
Hmm, foreseeable. Couple of years at least, barring acts of God or men with axes.
