Breaking Bad · Season 2
Um... Well, it's kind of funny. When I got my diagnosis–cancer–I said to myself, y'know, "Why me?" And then, the other day when I got the good news, I said the same thing. [beat; all the party guests are silent with confusion] Anyway, uh, thank you for coming and... enjoy.
Wow. Inspirational.
[Hank takes a bottle of tequila away after Walter keeps pouring shots for Walter Jr.]
Hey! Bring. The bottle. Back.
Sorry, buddy. No can do.
My son! My bottle! My house!
[to other party guests] It's all right.
What are you waiting for? Bring it back!
Why don't we just call it a day? All right, pal? We good?
[Hank puts his hand on Walter's shoulder. Walter smacks it away]
The bottle. Now.
What's going on?
[Walter Jr. vomits into the pool. Skyler and Hank rush over to him. Walter sits back down and smiles to himself]
[Jane is looking at Jesse's superhero sketches]
And this is?
That's Backwardo. Oh wait, no, actually I changed it to Rewindo. Anyways, he goes backwards. He can make everything go in reverse.
Time and stuff? Time traveling?
No, he just walks backwards.
Stay out of my territory.
God. This entire process has just been so... It's always been one step forward and two steps back. We need your help.
Look, let's start with some tough love, alright? Ready for this? Here it goes: You two suck at peddling meth. Period. So, give up on trying to do it all yourselves. Hell, I'm amazed you got this far.
Look, we are not going to deal with another high-level distributor. No, thank you. We have been down that road.
What? Some tattooed speed-freak? What you two need is an honest-to-God businessman. Somebody who treats your product like the simple high-margin commodity that it is. Somebody who ships out of town, deals only in bulk. Someone who's been doing this for twenty years and never been caught.
You know someone like that?
Let's just say I know a guy who knows a guy... who knows another guy. Let me make some calls, see if I can get you a meeting.
Well, what's his name?
I have no idea. He's very low profile. He's careful like that. From what I do hear about him, he sounds a little like you.
[Walter deduces that Gus Fring, the on-duty manager of Los Pollos Hermanos, is probably the distributor who wouldn't meet with him. He summons Gus to his table.]
What can I do for you?
Have a seat. Please. [Gus sits down across from Walt] I would like to know why you wouldn't meet with me yesterday.
I'm sorry, I'm not following.
I sat here yesterday waiting to meet with someone. I believe that person was you.
I think that you're confusing me for someone else.
I don't think I am.
[looks to the cashier to see if anyone is listening before turning back to Walter] Sir, if you have a complaint, I suggest you submit it through our e-mail system. I'd be happy to refer you to our website.
I was told that the man I'd be meeting with was very careful. A cautious man. I believe we are alike in that way. If you are who I think you are, you should give me another chance.
[Gus's demeanor suddenly changes: the open expression remains, but we are instantly made aware that this is a façade, and Gus's true self emerges.].
I don't think we're alike at all, Mr. White. You are not a cautious man at all. Your partner was late. And he was high.
Yes. Yes, he was.
He's high often, isn't he? [pause; Walter does not answer] You have poor judgment. I can't work with someone with poor judgment.
Are you familiar with my product?
I've been told it's excellent.
It is impeccable. It is the purest, most chemically sound product on the market, anywhere.
That is not the only factor.
You could charge twice the current rate for what I provide and your customers would pay it, hands down. Now, who I choose to do business with on my end is not your problem. You won't see him, you won't interact with him. Forget he exists.
I have to ask why. Why him?
Because he does what I say. Because I can trust him.
How much product do you have left?
38 pounds. Ready to go at a moment's notice. [Gus gets up] Will I hear from you?
I have your numbers. [softly] You can never trust a drug addict.
[Skinny Pete is describing Combo's funeral in a voicemail message to Jesse]
We missed you at the funeral today. The whole crew was representing. Even Badger came all the way from Fresno. Combo's people, his ma, grandma, cousins. Everyone was all choked up and shit, man. It was, like, emotional. And you should've seen the coffin. It was like this shiny white pearlescence. Like, I'm pretty sure I've seen the exact same paint job on a Lexus, right? So we're definitely talking high end.
[Jesse and Jane are injecting heroin]
What's it feel like?
There's a chill. Don't freak out, it passes. And then... you'll see. [kisses Jesse] I'll meet you there.
[As Walter gets up to leave Los Pollos Hermanos, having learned Gus's name, Victor suddenly steps in front of him and blocks him from leaving]
38 pounds, $1.2 million, [deliver to the] truck stop, two miles south of Exit 13 on the 25. One hour.
W-What?
One hour. You in or out?
In, in, absolutely, but I just need a little more time...
One hour. If you miss it, don't ever show your face in here again.
How much?
How much what?
How much did you get for the deal?
$1.2 million.
$600,000 each.
$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]
Prove it. Pee in that.
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?
He told me everything.
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!
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.
Again.
I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.
Again. Again.
[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.
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