[Walter Jr. has just been told the truth about his father by Skyler and Marie]
You’re completely out of your mind.
Then both of you are out of your minds. You’re full of shit, is what you are. Both of you. If–If this is true, then how could you keep this a secret? I mean, why? Why would you go along?
I’ll be asking myself that for the rest of my life.
So you’re saying all of this time you were lying about this? I mean, so you’re saying... you’re a liar. You... you just admitted it. So were you lying then, or are you lying now? Which lie is it?
Flynn, honey, your mother is telling you the truth. Right here, right now. Believe it.
You know what? This– This is bullshit. This is bullshit. [stands up to try to get his phone] I wanna talk to dad.
Your dad’s in custody. You won’t be able to talk to him for a while, sweetie.
I’ve tried. He’s not answering. Probably because he is in the thick of it with your father. Honey, I know this is a lot to process, Flynn, but if you could just breathe. Just try to breathe and just trust—
Really? Really?! Try to breathe?!
[Walter Jr. barges out of the office]
[answering the phone] Walt. Where's Holly?
Are you alone? No police?
No. No police. Where are you? Where's Holly? Walt!
What the hell is wrong with you? Why can't you do one thing I say?
This is your fault. This is what comes of your disrespect. I told you, Skyler. I warned you for a solid year. You cross me, there will be consequences. What part of that didn't you understand?
'Cause you need to learn.
Maybe now you'll listen. Maybe now you'll use your damn head. You know, you never believed in me. You were never grateful for anything I did for this family. [imitates Skyler's voice] "Oh, no. Walt. Walt, you have to stop. You have to stop this. It's immoral. It's illegal. Someone might get hurt." You're always whining and complaining about how I make my money, just dragging me down. While I do everything. And now–now you tell my son what I do after I've told you and told you to keep your goddamn mouth shut. You stupid bitch. How dare you?
[realizing what he is doing] I'm sorry.
You–You have no right to discuss anything about what I do. Oh, what–what the hell do you know about it anyway? Nothing. I built this. Me. Me alone. Nobody else!
You're right. You're right.
You mark my words, Skyler. Toe the line, or you will wind up just like Hank.
Walt... Tell me what happened. Where is Hank? Please. We need to know.
You're never gonna see Hank again.
[Marie, who is listening, starts crying uncontrollably.]
He crossed me. You think about that. Family or no. You let that sink in. [cries silently.]
Walt... I just want Holly back. Please, Walt. Just come home.
[long pause; stifles a sob] I've still got things left to do.
[After watching Jesse implicate Todd for killing a kid on tape, Jack and Todd walk out of the house.]
Wait, Uncle Jack, hold up. I think we should keep him for a while, get a couple of cooks under our belt.
JJack
You seriously giving me this turn-the-other-cheek crap? He ratted you out. Personally.
We still got 600 gallons of methylamine.
JJack
Meth? Who gives a shit about meth? We won the lottery here. We’ve got all the money in the world. You’re talking to me about selling crank?
I mean, this is millions, Uncle Jack. No matter how much you got, how do you turn your back on more?
JJack
[stares at Todd knowingly] You little... bastard. It’s that Lydia woman. [putting his arm on Todd’s shoulder] You’re sweet on her, you little bastard. [to Kenny] Hey, Kenny. You believe this?
KKenny
[makes a sexual hand gesture] Hey, it’s all about this right here, huh? [smiles big at Todd]
[Jack lets go of Todd as his crew laugh]
JJack
Come on. You can do better. I mean, that one is so uptight, she’s probably got a wood chipper for a coochie. You stick it in down there, you’re pulling back a stump. Ah, what the hell. Heart wants what the heart wants, right? Let’s go back and watch some more of that crybaby rat, huh?
[Jack and Todd walk back toward the house]
[Walter, hiding in New Hampshire, manages to telephone his son at school.]
WWalter
Son, it’s me. Please don’t let on. Carmen’s nearby, right? She cannot know. Son, are you there?
WWalter
It’s so good to hear your voice. I– I… I, uh… Son, the things that they’re saying… about me… I did wrong. I– I’ve made some terrible mistakes. But the reason were always… Things happened that… I– I never… intended. I never intended. Listen. Son, we don’t have much time. Is Louis’ family still at 4848 Newcombe? Son, your friend Louis Corbett, does his family still live in that same place up on Newcombe?
WWalter
Okay, good. Okay, he’s–he’s a good kid. He’s–he’s like you. He’ll understand. I’m sending Louis a package. Now, it’s addressed to Louis, but it’s for you, your mother and your sister. There’s–there’s money inside. About $100,000. Okay? I think. It was all that I could fit into the box. It has to be a secret. And if anyone says a word, the police will take it. I wanted to give you so much more. But this is all I could do. Do you understand? Son? Can you hear me? Do you understand?
[pause] You want to send money?
WWalter
Yes. Good. Good, good. So, you’ll–you’ll talk to Louis, right?
You killed Uncle Hank. You killed him!
No. What you did to mom– You asshole. You killed Uncle Hank.
WWalter
Listen to me. You’ve got to listen to me.
Shut up. Just stop it. Sto–stop it. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t give a shit.
WWalter
You need this money. Your mother—
You killed Uncle Hank. You killed him!
WWalter
Your mother needs this money. It can’t all be for nothing.
What you did–Just shut up.
Will you just–just leave us alone? You asshole! Why are you still alive?! Why don’t you just–just die already? Just–just die!
[Walter Jr. hangs up]
CRCharlie Rose
[on television as Walter watches] But just yesterday, your charity, the Gretchen & Elliott Schwartz Foundation, announced a $28 million grant for drug abuse treatment centers throughout the Southwest.
Charlie, the Southwest is our home, and we couldn't just ignore what's going on in our own backyard.
CCharlie
But I'm sure you're aware that there are people who suggest other motives. Andrew Ross Sorkin of The New York Times wrote a column suggesting that the grant was a kind of publicity maneuver to shore up the stock price of Gray Matter Technologies because of your association with Walter White.
Well, that's not exactly the way...
CCharlie
To cleanse yourself, so to speak, of having a methamphetamine kingpin as co-founder of your company.
Charlie, I'm glad you brought that up. I have to believe that the investing public understands we're talking about a person who was there early on, but who had virtually nothing to do with the creation of the company, and still less to do with growing it into what it is today.
CCharlie
So what was Walter White's contribution?
You know, to be honest... Honey?
The company name. We came up with it by combining our names. Schwartz means black, black plus white makes gray.
CCharlie
Hence, Gray Matter Technologies.
Exactly. As far as I can recall, his contribution begins and ends right there.
CCharlie
There are continuing reports of blue methamphetamine, considered his signature product throughout the Southwest, and some evidence of reaching as far as Europe. So my question is: Is Walter White still out there?
CCharlie
You sound very sure.
I am. I can't speak for this Heisenberg that people refer to, but whatever... Whatever he became, the sweet, kind, brilliant man that we once knew, long ago, he's gone.
Keep stacking. It’ll all fit.
[Elliott and Gretchen pile Walter’s money on a table. Gretchen drops several stacks]
That’s alright. Just–Just throw it on top. Gretchen, would you mind? We don’t want to lose any under the furniture. [Gretchen picks up the dropped stacks] Alright. That is $9,720,000.
Where did it come from? And why is it here?
I earned it. And you’re going to give it to my children.
On my son’s 18th birthday, which is ten months and two days from today, you will give him this money in the form of an irrevocable trust. You will tell him it is his to do with as he sees fit, but with the hope that he uses it for his college education and for the betterment of his family.
Walt, I’m not sure that we follow. Why, um, I mean, why, in particular, would we—
If you wanna give your kids drug money, go do it yourself.
I can’t. My wife and son hate me. They won’t take my money. Even if they did, the federal government wouldn’t let them. But two rich benefactors, who are known for their charitable endeavors, who would think nothing of, for instance, writing a $28 million check to help victims of methamphetamine abuse. I have to think that your money would be very welcome.
It wouldn’t make any sense coming from us.
It certainly would. My children are blameless victims of their monstrous father, a man who you once knew quite well. Call it a beau geste. Call it liberal guilt. Call it whatever you want, but do it. And you are not to spend a single dime of your own money. If there are taxes or lawyers’ fees owed, you will take it right from here. They use my money, never yours.
Okay, Walt, sure. That–That sounds reasonable. So what happens next?
I guess we shake on it. And I leave.
[Walter shakes hands with Elliott and Gretchen. He walks up to them.]
I can trust you to do this.
[Walter turns to the window and signals someone to point red laser at Elliott and Gretchen. They shake and scream.]
Don’t move, Don’t... Don’t dare move a muscle. You don’t want them to think that you’re trying to get away. Just breathe. Just this afternoon, I had an extra $200,000 that I would have loved dearly to leave on top of this table. Instead, I gave it to the two best hitmen west of the Mississippi. Now, whatever happens to me tomorrow, they’ll still be out there keeping tabs. And if, for any reason, my children do not get this money, a kind of… countdown will begin. Maybe a day or so later, maybe a week, a year, when you’re going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever. And you’re... talking about your stock prices... without a worry in the world, and then suddenly, you’ll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, and before you can even turn around... Pop!
[He pokes Elliott and Gretchen in the back of their necks, making them scream]
Darkness. [puts his arms around Elliott and Gretchen] Cheer up, beautiful people. This is where you get to make it right.
[Walter signals someone to stop pointing the red laser at Elliott and Gretchen, then leaves]
[Badger and Skinny Pete return to Walter's car after posing as fake hitmen]
You know, I don't exactly know how to feel about all this.
For real, yo. The whole thing felt kinda shady, you know, like, morality-wise.
[Walter hands them a couple of bundles of money]
[Badger and Skinny Pete take the money]
Yeah, definitely improving.
What's this I hear about blue meth still being out there?
You heard anything? Is it still being sold?
It's you, right? I mean... aren't you still cooking?
Damn, man! We were sure it was you, 'cause that shit is choice, yo! Better than ever! I mean, um, you know...
We don't want your money, Walt. I thought Flynn made that clear.
He did. And I don't have any to give you. I spent the last of it getting here. All I have to give you is this. [takes out a lottery ticket and hands it to Skyler] Call the DEA once I leave. Tell them I was here. That I forced my way in. Tell them... Tell them I wanted bacon and eggs on my birthday. And that I gave you that ticket. Those numbers are GPS coordinates.
A burial site. That's where they will find Hank and Steve Gomez. [Skyler weeps] That's where I buried our money. The men who stole it from us. The men who still have it. They murdered Hank and Steve and put them in that hole. Now you trade that for a deal with the prosecutor. Get yourself out of this. Skyler... Skyler... All the things that I did, you need to understand—
If I have to hear one more time that you did this for the family—
I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And... I was... really... I was alive.
[Last lines of the series; Lydia calls Todd's cell phone, Walter picks it up.]
Yeah, it's done. He's gone. They're all gone.
It's Walt. How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather? Like you've got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you. I slipped it into that stevia crap that you're always putting in your tea.
[Walter drops the phone to the ground, then exchanges one final look with Jesse, before the latter drives away]
