Breaking Bad · Season 3
[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.
Suit yourself.
Is this a good or bad thing?
Suit myself... You want me to suit myself?! I'll suit myself to his face!
It's a bad thing.
How did you know?
I'm sorry?
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—
Did you bug my house?
...Yeah. But I didn't know it was your house, did I? You moved out. Besides, you basically told me to.
I told you 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!
[interrogating a meth head] So... let me get this straight, Russell. You got this meth from "some dude" wearing khaki pants, who–you're 80% sure–had a mustache. And that's it? That's your brain working at full capacity?
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!
Anytime, loser!
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?
Should he?
No.
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.
[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.
Waffle House...? Yeah.
No, man. I'm supposed to use that dude's money to buy an RV.
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!
RV, yeah? [pause] I can hook you up, bro. I can totally get you an RV.
No, I need it today. Now.
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?
Nah, it's like a no-paperwork-type deal.
[Jesse looks back at the RV for a brief moment, then gives Combo the cash]
Pleasure doing business with you. [hears lights flick on inside] Come on, we gotta bounce.
What?
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?
But it doesn't?
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.
This cost me my 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.
Five percent.
Fourteen's fair.
Five.
Thirteen.
Five.
Twelve, for old time's sake. Twelve.
Five.
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.
How's that?
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.
Wanna talk about it?
Why? It's not like I get a vote.
You know, ironically I think you're gonna see much more of me from now on.
Sure.
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?
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.
Okay, I'm listening.
It's my brother-in-law. He knows about the RV.
What 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?
No.
Well, next time plan for it, would ya? The Starship Enterprise had a self-destruct button. I'm just saying.
Okay, ah, shut up.
[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.
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?
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.
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