[In a flashback, Jesse, Combo and Skinny Pete have just finished partying all night at a strip club. Jesse realizes he spent almost all of Walter's savings, which he was supposed to use to buy the RV]
That was... [vomits] Awesome, bro. Later.
[looks at the cash in his hands] Oh, man. Oh, I'm so dead. I only got... Oh, damn. I only got, like $1,400.
CCombo
Waffle House...? Yeah.
No, man. I'm supposed to use that dude's money to buy an RV.
CCombo
What do you want with an RV for?
'Cause, like... It's like... Never mind. Jesus! Now I gotta, like, leave town or change my identity or something! Guy's blackmailing me! He's got, like, a... criminal mind, yo!
CCombo
RV, yeah? [pause] I can hook you up, bro. I can totally get you an RV.
No, I need it today. Now.
CCombo
No problem. Let's go.
You're telling me you can get me an RV? [Combo nods] For $1,400 at six in the morning?
[Combo motions at Jesse to follow him. Later, Jesse is at Combo's mother's house, where an RV is parked in the driveway. After Jesse checks it out, Combo walks out the front door with the keys.]
[takes keys] Right on. So, do I need to sign something or something?
CCombo
Nah, it's like a no-paperwork-type deal.
[Jesse looks back at the RV for a brief moment, then gives Combo the cash]
CCombo
Pleasure doing business with you. [hears lights flick on inside] Come on, we gotta bounce.
CCombo
For real, yo. Get it outta here.
I am told his product was more or less consistent with the quality I come to expect.
More or less? More or less, really? Wow. Boy this... Talk about setting the bar low. Except you don't do that, set the bar low. Therefore, what conclusion am I left to draw? That you believe I have some proprietary kind of selfishness about my own formula? Some sort of overweening pride that you think simply overwhelms me, clouds my judgment?
Absolutely not. I simply respect the chemistry. The chemistry must be respected.
I have made a series of very bad decisions and I cannot make another one.
Why did you make these decisions?
For the good of my family.
Then they weren't bad decisions. What does a man do, Walter? A man provides for his family.
When you have children, you always have family. They will always be your priority, your responsibility, and a man... a man provides. And he does it even when he's not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he's a man.
Clearly a mistake was made on the part of our mutual associate when he paid you half of Jesse's earnings. He must not have realized that you two had come to a parting of the ways.
[Walter places a paper bag filled with the money on the desk]
Take it. It belongs to you.
You're damn right it belongs to me.
I knew I could count on you boys to play nice! That's... that almost brings a tear to my eye.
Enjoy it. Spend it in good health. That is the last money you'll ever earn in this business.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I hate to break it you, Jesse, but our "mutual associate" was only using you to get to me.
What are you talking about?
You see, he needs someone with expertise. Someone who knows what he's doing. In other words, he needs me.
You're telling me you're cooking again?
Yeah, how should I put this? I'm in...you're out.
Whoa, Walt, hold on there! What was the offer, if I may ask?
It's, uh, $3 million for three months of my time.
You're gonna need that money laundered, right? I mean, of course. What was our deal before? Seventeen percent? That's a shade high. Now let's settle on an even fifteen. That's a nice round number.
Twelve, for old time's sake. Twelve.
I'm a reasonable guy, it's a short term deal. Ten even, but I can't go any lower and still respect myself. [Walter turns to leave] Five!
What in the hell just happened? You're my lawyer, not his!
It's the way of the world, kid. Go with the winner.
That is awesome, Jesse! I feel like somebody took my brain out and boiled it in, like, boiling hot, like... like, anthrax.
[laughs] Good. So, um you ready to talk some business?
You mean, this is not, like, just recreational?
I know what you're thinking. Trust me. It's not going to be like it was, alright? Never gonna be like it was.
We sell it safe. Alright? We sell it smart. We don't get greedy, like before.
I don't know, man. Combo and all.
Badger Still... Man's gotta make his living. If it's like Jesse says and we're not greedy I mean, I guess I can see it.
Had a good thing going before we started pushing our luck. If it can go back to being like that and all—
Hey, it will be. Step 1—we build inventory. Badger, go see Clovis. Get the RV in shape–tune up, oil change, brake lights, and whatnot. Cops always pull you over for brake lights. Not us. Cautious.
WWalter
Wanna talk about it?
Why? It's not like I get a vote.
WWalter
You know, ironically I think you're gonna see much more of me from now on.
WWalter
Well, just as much of me at least. I'm taking you to school, to and from, every day.
What, I don't get a vote in this either? I gotta stop going with Louis just because you're feeling guilty?
WWalter
I do feel guilty. I am the man that I am, son. And there's plenty that I would change about that, but here we are, and this is just what it is. You know what? Call me crazy but I'm actually feeling very good about the future.
Listen, we got a problem. A DEA problem.
It's my brother-in-law. He knows about the RV.
Our RV. The one which contains a meth lab which is covered with my fingerprints. Ring a bell?
Okay, what exactly does "knows about" mean? Does he have it? Has he searched it?
No, he knows it exists and he's trying to find it. He has linked it to Jesse and it's only a matter of time before he tracks it down, so...
So, get rid of it! What are you sitting there talking to me? Better yet, have Pinkman get rid of it. You don't go near it.
No, listen, my brother-in-law, he is surveying Jesse's house, do you understand? So he might have tapped his phones or bugged his house.
Jesus. Plan A, then! Go, get to it before the feds do.
And do what exactly? I mean, what...the thing–the thing is the size of–of a... It's RV size! I mean, where do I go to make an RV disappear? I'm not David Copperfield!
What do I look like, the RV disposal people? Did you not plan for this contingency?
Well, next time plan for it, would ya? The Starship Enterprise had a self-destruct button. I'm just saying.
[whispering to Jesse what to say to Hank] This is my own private domicile and I won't be harassed.
Yeah? Tell you what, Pinkman. Probable cause or no, I'll give you three seconds to get your ass out here! One, two...
This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed... [beat] Bitch!
[Walter shrugs in frustration and shakes his head]
[Gus tries to persuade the Cousins to put a hold on their plans to kill Walter. The dialogue is in Spanish.]
I told you before. You will not kill Walter White. Not until my business with him is concluded.
MMarco
We've waited long enough. We won't wait any longer.
You'll have to. The decision is not yours to make. Explain to me... Why this man White? He betrayed your cousin Tuco, yes. But he's not the one who murdered him. Was there not another man who pulled the trigger?
MMarco
A DEA agent. Bolsa says the DEA is off-limits.
North of the border is my territory. My say. As a show of respect... I say yes. The agent's name is Hank Schrader. May his death satisfy you.
[Hank is being investigated for beating up Jesse]
...I was convinced that Mr. Pinkman was involved in the manufacture and distribution of phenyl-2 methamphetamine, specifically what we're calling the blue meth. I tracked him to a scrapyard where he stored an early-'80s camper, an RV. While waiting for a warrant to search this vehicle, which I believe to be a rolling meth lab, I received a telephone call telling me my wife Marie had been injured in an accident. Upon hearing the news, I left Mr. Pinkman and his vehicle to tend to my wife. After arriving at the hospital, I learned the emergency call was a hoax. My wife, fortunately, was unharmed. [clears throat] So I immediately went back to the salvage yard, but the RV was gone, most likely destroyed on site.
1Detective #1
And it was at this point you drove to the home of Jesse Pinkman? [pause; Hank's lawyer whispers something to him]
HSHank's Lawyer
I think we're done here. Agent Schrader needs to get home to get some rest.
1Detective #1
That's fine. But just to confirm, you're taking the Fifth here?
2Detective #2
Okay. Well, we just wanna give you all a heads up. Mr. Pinkman is pressing charges in this matter. He's given a detailed version of events as he sees them.
HSHank's Lawyer
The word of a methhead.
1Detective #1
We know all about his history. We're well aware, but toxicology on Pinkman... his blood is clean, he's not using.
2Detective #2
The kid is even refusing his doctor-ordered pain meds, as far as we can tell.
So, um, where do we go from here?
A couple of gentlemen from OPR will come down, probably tomorrow morning. Janice will give us an exact time on that. [to the AQPD detectives] And you men will be continuing your investigation, so, thanks for your time.
[They all stand up]
1Detective #1
Right. We just need one more thing: A photo of Agent Schrader's hands. For the record.
Yes, of course. [looks at his right wrist]
1Detective #1
Bandage off, if you would.
[Hanks takes off the bandage]
2Detective #2
On the table is fine. Flat on the table. That's fine.
[Hank puts his right hand on the table and the detective takes a picture of the bruises on the right hand]
[The Cousins pull up to a semi truck parked in a deserted parking lot to meet with an arms dealer]
ADArms Dealer
So, you the gentlemen?
[The Cousins say nothing. The arms dealer opens the back doors to the trailer]
ADArms Dealer
Lucky you boys caught me. I've got a load to pick up, I'm taking the 40 straight through to Memphis! I can hammer it out in about 15, but there's this girl down here named Laney or Lolly or somethin'. Maybe Fran. Anyhow, she's got one of these fetish things, she likes to get peed on, y'know, so I was hoping to see her tonight, but she's real strict 'bout wanting to get to sleep before 10, so I wanna wrap it up here ASAP because traffic can be a wild card, y'know, rubberneckin' and such.
[He starts taking off the tarps covering the crates containing his weapons]
ADArms Dealer
Surprising thing is the women who like to get peed on always tend to be from the warmer climates. You'd think the ones in the colder zones would be more inclined but I haven't met one yet. I mean, it's a shock to the system if the body is not properly acclimated, but y'know... leave that for smarter minds than me. Science is a mystery.
[He looks up at the Cousins]
ADArms Dealer
Well, take a gander. Prices are negotiable. Buying in bulk gets you a discount. I'm running a special on these honeys.
[The dealer walks over to a crate that contains boxes of bullets, and picks one up]
ADArms Dealer
JHPs. Hollow-point bullets, known by the natives as "Black Death". Check it out. [tosses it to Marco] You like that? It's so sweet, you'll wanna lick it! Nickel-plated brass casing, Lubalox coat for panache. Sucker has six razor claws that expand upon impact! PEW! Shred your mama's head like a cabbage. [Marco considers then starts to hand it back to the dealer] Keep it. On the house. [Marco puts the Black Death bullet in his pocket] Anyhow, I've been windjamming long enough. Why don't you boys tell me what you're looking for. What it is you want, what is it you need? What can I do you for?
ADArms Dealer
Vests? Hell yeah, we've got vests! Right here. [grabs two bulletproof vests from a satchel] Sleek, comfortable, thermally bonded, non-interwoven Kevlar fiber. Stop a bullet like a soft wanger against a Quaker girl! It just ain't getting through. And lightweight? Damn, so lightweight, you'll forget you're wearing it! [tosses the vests, which hit the floor in front of the Cousins]
ADArms Dealer
Sure as shit, they do! [unbuttons the top button on his shirt to reveal that he's wearing an identical bulletproof vest] I don't leave home without it!
[Leonel promptly pulls out his pistol and shoots the arms dealer in the exposed section of the vest. The arms dealer is knocked to the ground by the impact of the bullet]
ADArms Dealer
Ugh! Ow! What the hell?! You... broke my freaking rib, you maniac son of a bitch!
[As the arms dealer groans in pain, Marco steps forward and looks at the spot where Leonel's bullet hit the vest. He pulls out the bullet and shows it to Leonel, who nods in approval. Marco reaches into his pocket and counts out a stack of $100 bills, which he drops in the dealer's lap. Leonel and Marco then pick up the vests and slowly walk out of the truck]
ADArms Dealer
You're welcome!
Listen, something's come up. I think it's a good opportunity. There's been a job opening. I need a new lab assistant.
I did... my time. Why don't you just get yourself a monkey?
I don't want a monkey. I want you.
Oh, gee, thanks. Well, not interested. I got my own thing going on. And nice try saving your asshat brother-in-law.
That's not why I'm here, Jesse. There's more. It's more than an assistant. Partners. We'd be partners again. Split everything, 50/50, just like before. $1.5 million. Each.
I don't think you heard me.
I heard you fine. I said no.
You understand this: You are turning down one and a half million dollars.
I am not turning down the money! I'm turning down you! You get it?! I want nothing to do with you! Ever since I met you, everything I ever cared about is gone! Ruined, turned to shit, dead, ever since I hooked up with "the great Heisenberg"! I have never been more alone! I have NOTHING! NO ONE! ALRIGHT? IT'S ALL GONE, GET IT?! No, no, no, why... Why would you get it? What do you even care, as long as you get what you want, right? You don't give a shit about me! You said I was no good. I'm nothing! Why would you want me, huh? You said my meth is inferior, right? Right? Hey! You said my cook was GARBAGE! Hey, screw you, man! Screw you!
Your meth is good, Jesse. As good as mine.
