Alright, Lydia. My friends here don't know you like I do, so they are very kindly giving you one last chance. [pulls out a notepad] There's your script. Study it. In about 30 seconds, I'm gonna dial Agent Schrader on your line here. You're gonna pass along this information, then we'll see what we see. Now here are the rules: If you yell for help, try to give the man some kind of coded message or otherwise tip him off, I am gonna pull out my pistol and shoot you in the head. Same goes for panicking, breaking down into tears–remember how you like to do that–if it happens this time, I am going to pull my pistol out and I am going to shoot you in the head. [sees Lydia look at Walter and Jesse] Look at me, not at them. Lydia, look at me. [Lydia turns to Mike] If you make Schrader suspicious–in any way, any way at all–tell me what's gonna happen next.
You'll pull out your gun and shoot me.
And where will I shoot you?
In the head, that's right. It's a pistol, not a gun. I'm expecting precision here. [turns to Jesse] We up and running?
[nervously] Yeah, um... computer's set.
Okay, Lydia, if you ever needed to give the performance of a lifetime, it's now. [sets the cell phone down] You're up.
You mind if I ask you a question?
Well, I get why we want the tank for the methylamine, but why this other one for the water?
Well, Jesse, it's your idea, you want to fill him in?
It's all about the weight, yo.
[Walter enters the house to find Skyler at the door of Walt Jr.'s bedroom.]
Flynn? Flynn, open the door. Just come out and talk to me.
[through door] I'm staying. That's all I have to say.
You got what you wanted, that's what. Congratulations.
[Skyler retreats to the living room while Walt goes to his son's door, knocking.]
WWalter
It's me. Open up. [pause] Come on, Junior. I'm not going to ask twice.
[Walter Jr. opens the door.]
Are you seriously kicking me out of my own house? Are you seriously doing that?
WWalter
We're not kicking you out of anywhere, son. We love you, and this is your house as much as it is ours. But your mom and I need some time alone, and you know that. We explained that to you.
You haven't explained jack shit! You want me out? Explain to me why! Why do I have to go to Uncle Hank's? Give me the exact reason, or I'm not going anywhere!
[Walter Jr. tries to close the door, but Walt keeps it open.]
WWalter
This is not going to be a debate.
What's going on? Why can't anybody tell me anything? I want one good reason!
WWalter
Because we're your parents and you are our child. That's reason enough. Now please, do as I ask. Now.
I won't change my mind about you ever.
I don't accept that. You're my wife.
I'm not your wife. I'm your hostage. But since you insist on keeping me imprisoned, I'll make you deal. I will launder your money. I'll keep your secrets. But the kids will stay at Hank and Marie's where they have a chance of being safe.
I think you've seen too many movies. [sighs] Our children are not in danger.
Just a couple of days ago, you told me that a man held a gun to your head. You said it like it was a point of pride. There's nothing you can say that'll convince me there won't come a day that somebody will come knocking on that door looking to harm you or me or all of us. And when that day comes, the children cannot be here. You agree to that, and I will be whatever kind of partner you want me to be.
[Walter considers, then nods]
Have you heard of a company called Gray Matter? Well, I cofounded it in grad school with a couple of friends. Actually, I was the one who named it. And back then, it just, oh, small time. We had a couple of patents pending, but nothing Earth-shattering. Of course, we all knew the potential. Hell, we were gonna take the world by storm. And then, well, something happened between the three of us. I'm not going to go into detail, but for personal reasons I decided to leave the company. And I sold my share to my two partners. I took a buyout for $5,000. Now at the time, it was a lot of money for me. Care to guess what that company is worth now?
Billions. With a B. $2.16 billion as of last Friday. I look it up every week. And I sold my share, my potential, for $5,000. I sold my kids' birthright for a few months' rent.
This isn't the same thing.
Jesse, you asked me if I was in the meth business or the money business. Neither. I'm in the empire business.
Is a meth empire really something to be that proud of?
[Walter, Skyler and Jesse are having a very awkward dinner]
Mmmm, these are great green beans, Mrs. White. I like that you got the slivered almonds going. My mom always made 'em like that. You put lemon in there too?
They are from the deli at Albertsons.
Oh... Oh, well, uh... Well–you know–good, uh, good work on your shopping then, because these are choice. I eat a lot of frozen stuff. It's usually pretty bad. I mean, the pictures are always so awesome, you know? It's like, "Hell, yeah, I'm stoked for this lasagna!" And then you nuke it, and the cheese gets all scabby on top and it's like you're eating a scab. I mean, seriously, what's that about? It's like, yo, whatever happened to truth in advertising? You know? [pause; Walter and Skyler do not respond] So, hey, uh, how's business? The car wash? Mr. White said it's going really well. Says, like, you're, uh, a great manager.
Yeah, he says you've got it running like–like a machine. Like, well-oiled. Yeah.
What else did he tell you about me?
Oh, you know, just good stuff. Just really–you know–really good, good stuff. We don't really talk that much about–you know–personal things.
[to Walter] Did you also tell him about my affair?
[Walter doesn't respond; Jesse takes a long sip from a glass of water]
May I please be excused? [leaves the table with a large glass of wine]
You know, my kids are gone.
No, I don't mean they're out for the night. They're gone. They're staying at my in-laws; she made me kick my own kids out of the house. She told me... that she was counting the days until my cancer came back. My wife is waiting for me to die. This business is all I have left now. It's all I have... and you want to take it away from me.
[Saul represents Mike at a DEA meeting]
To what do we owe the pleasure?
Well, gentlemen, we're here to discuss the illegal harassment of my client.
[chuckles] This should be good.
Mr. Ehrmantraut has become the subject of a vicious, relentless and unwarranted DEA persecution.
Gomey, does uh... does that sound right to you?
I have no idea what he's talking about.
Play it as cool as you like, Fonzie, but we all know you've been following my client day and night. The poor man can't even spend a few moments with his granddaughter without you guys quivering in the bushes, and peeping through your little binoculars. It's–Well, it's disturbing! [chuckles] And it's taken a toll on his mental and physical well-being.
[looks Mike over] Your client looks fine to me.
Well, some hurts only show on the inside. Now, you guys don't even have warrants for these tails, do you?
Theoretically, these "tails" you refer to would be completely within the boundaries of the law.
You don't need a warrant to follow somebody through a public place, theoretically.
Now, that is, uh... theoretically correct. However, I would counter that an open-ended, unrestricted surveillance like this amounts to, uh... stalking. [Hank laughs] Which is illegal. Now, I don't know what it is you find so interesting about my client, and I'm not here to judge–different strokes and all–but sadly, he's just not that into you. So, I have filed a temporary restraining order against the DEA, on behalf of Mr. Ehrmantraut.
...Where'd you get your law degree, Goodman? The same clown college you got that suit?
You know who likes this suit? Judge Papadoumian; she thinks I'm a snappy dresser. You know what Judge Papadoumian hates? Police harassment of a senior citizen. [Mike leers at him] Sorry. Expect a visit from the sheriff, Agents. You should have your ex parte within the hour.
Might as well get comfortable. This deal is going down tomorrow. It's happening and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Got it?
Uh-huh. So it's okay for you to steal my—
To insure that, you and I are going to spend the rest of the night together in this office, like it's my birthday.
When the deal is done, you'll get your money. I guarantee that.
Mike, let me cook it! I'll double your five and you still walk!
You know, I have never seen anybody work so hard not to get $5 million.
Mike, you need to listen to me.
No. Walter, the last thing I need to do is listen to you. Now sit down.
[sees that the methylamine is gone] Where is he?
[shoving Jesse] Get out of my way. [draws a gun on Walter] You sit down.
Mike, Mike, hold on! Mr. White's got an idea!
[holding the gun at Walter's temple] I am going to count to three.
It's a great idea! Look, you get your $5 million, we both do, and he gets his methylamine. Alright? Just hear him out!
[pause] Is that true, Walter?
Mr. White. Can we just take a second and talk about all this?
Uh, look, you know what I think we need to talk about? Doubling down.
Mm-hmm. Cooking a hundred pounds a week, not fifty. As in, starting a new lab–a lab that you'll run. A cook all of your own. Why not? You deserve it. You're every bit as good as me. Well, what do you think?
Mr. White, uh, I think that nothing has changed for me. I just want to get my money and get out.
Jesse, this... what we do... being the best at something is a very rare thing. You don't just toss something like that away. And what? You want to squander that potential–your potential? Why? To do what?
Think. To do what, Jesse?
I don't know. I'll figure it out, alright?
Look at you. What have you got in your life? Nothing. Nobody. Oh wait, yes–video games and go-carts. Oh, and when you get tired of that, what then? Huh? And how soon will you start using again? Look, I know how upset you are about what happened to this boy. I am just as upset as you are.
How can you say that to me? Jesus! I mean, I'm the one who's the father here! What, do I gonna curl up in a ball in tears in front of you? Do I have to lock myself in a room and get high to prove it to you?! What happened to that boy was a tragedy and it tears me up inside! But because it happened, what, am I supposed to just lie down and die with him? It's done! It makes me sick that it happened, just like everyone else who has died in our wake. What Todd did... you and I have done things that are just as bad.
All the people that we've killed: Gale... and the rest. If you believe that there's a Hell–I don't know if you're into that–but we're already pretty much going there, right? But I'm not gonna lie down until I get there.
What, just because I don't want to cook meth any more, I'm lying down? How many more people are gonna die 'cause of us?
No one. None. Now that we're in control, no one else gets hurt.
You keep saying that and it's bullshit every time! Always! You know what? I'm done, okay? You just give me my money and you and I... we're done.
[fiddles with his apron] Hm... Okay. Mmm. Why? Why do you want this money?
Because it's mine? It's my cut?
But isn't it filthy blood money? I mean, you're so pure; you have such emotional depth. No, no, no, no, no, you shouldn't touch that dirty money. I'll save you from that, Jesse. Come on. You want it, you want it just as much as I want it, and it's not wrong to want it. Okay? So stay, and work with me, and you can make ten times–twenty times–as much.
...Whatever, man. You don't wanna pay me? I don't care.
It's on you, alright? [starts walking out] I'm done.
No, you're not. You're not done. You're not leaving, because if you leave you get nothing! [Jesse shuts the door behind him] Do you understand me?! Nothing! JESSE!
Before I hand this over, I need something from you.
The names of your nine men.
[scoffs] Why? You're never gonna pay 'em off. What's the point?
The point is, Mike, it affects me. It affects Jesse too, and we deserve to know.
The only thing left to do now is leave town, you understand?
"Leave town." Wow. Yeah, I just can't up and leave like you, Mike. I've got a family. I got people who depend on me.
[Mike walks up to Walter and takes the satchel of money]
Goodbye, Walter. [begins to walk away]
[Mike turns around and approaches Walter again]
I want those names, Mike. You owe me that much.
I don't owe you a damn thing. All of this–falling apart like this–is on you!
Wow. Wow. Oh, that's some kind of logic right there, Mike. You screw up, get yourself followed by the DEA and now suddenly this is all my fault? Why don't you walk me through this, Mike?
We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch! We had Fring, we had a lab, we had everything we needed, and it all ran like clockwork...
You could have shut your mouth, cooked, and made as much money as you ever needed! It was perfect! But no! You just had to blow it up! You, and your pride and your ego! You just had to be the man! If you'd done your job, known your place, we’d all be fine right now!
I just... I just realized that Lydia has the names. I can get 'em from her. I'm sorry, Mike. This... this whole thing could have been avoided—
Shut the fuck up... and let me die in peace.
[After a few moments, Mike falls off the log and dies]
So what's the story? Did you get to Mike?
Alright. So what about those nine guys? They got no reason not to talk now. So what do we do?
"We?" Who's we? There is no we anymore. I'm the only vote left. And I'll handle it.
[Jesse walks out, then turns to look back. Walter shuts the garage door]
Maybe we should order something. Do you want a coffee or something?
I think this will play better if you order something.
I think this will play just fine. I'm not thirsty. So let's take a look at the list. [pause] Lydia, I've come all this way. You do have the list?
It's just not written down.
It's in my head. Safer there.
I see. Then I suggest you pick up a pen.
It was my understanding that attending to these nine names was precisely what you wanted.
Ten names now. Ten. Counting the lawyer.
Yes, ten, counting the lawyer. So... what? Am I not tying up loose ends for our mutual benefit?
You are tying up loose ends, and I don't want to be one of them. Once I give you that list, I've served my purpose, and then maybe I'm just one more person who knows too much.
So you put that list in my hands, and in your mind, I immediately just murder you? Just right here, in this restaurant...
No. Not right here, of course.
...Right here in this public place, immediately?
Listen, Lydia. You made me promise on my children's lives that I guarantee your safety.
From Mike. You guaranteed that I'd be safe from Mike. There's no way he'd ever go for this, you getting rid of his guys. You wouldn't be doing this–the names–if Mike were still a factor.
[Walter stares at Lydia knowingly]
Yeah. That's what I thought.
