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Full Measure

[♪♪♪]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Well, hello there.

SKYLER:

Hi, I hope we're not too late.

No, no. Perfect timing.

Okay.

Stan, this is my husband, Walt.

Hi.

Good to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Sandia Laboratories, huh?

Yeah.

I hear some fascinating stuff goes on out there.

Yeah, well, you know.

Heh, heh.

Working on anything you can talk about?

I'm picturing giant space lasers. Am I right?

Honestly, what I do would bore you senseless.

Giant space lasers?

Now, that sounds cool.

I'll bring it up at our next staff meeting.

Well, just remember I get a cut.

All right. It's a deal.

So this is it, honey.

What do you say?

You wanna take a tour?

Sure.

Okay.

Look, how about

I give y'all some privacy?

I'll go out to the car, make a few calls.

Take as much time as you need.

All right.

Okay, thanks.

He's a nice guy.

He doesn't push.

Yeah.

So as you can see, there's this, uh, kind of flow going on here.

It's a nice big living room.

Yeah.

And, um, this is the dining area.

Oh, the dining area. Right.

Yes. Oh, and, uh... it's got a pool.

Ah, pool is nice.

Mm-hm.

Backyard could be a little bigger.

And-- Oh, there's a breakfast bar kind of dealie here, which is nice.

And, um, I don't know, the kitchen's really spacious and, you know, got good appliances and...

How many bedrooms?

Three. Told you.

They're all pretty good size and--

Oh, this is the first one here.

And then there's two more at the back.

Only three bedrooms?

We're gonna need at least five, don't you think?

Five?

Yeah.

What, do I look like

I'm about to drop a litter?

No, no, no. We'll have three kids total, eventually.

Yeah, but we'll need a spare room for a study, so that I can work at home and you can write, huh?

Yeah, no. I don't think this is gonna be enough.

Okay, um, what about a wine cellar?

[IN BRITISH ACCENT]

I mean, we certainly cannot be expected to live without a wine cellar.

Very funny. I just think we need to set our sights high is all.

At least, higher than here.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]

Walt, this is a good neighborhood.

It's got a good elementary and, supposedly, a very good high school, and believe me, because I have definitely looked everywhere.

For our price range, this is as good as it gets.

Well, then let's stretch our price range.

Truly. I mean, why...?

Why buy a starter house when we'll have to move out in a year or two?

Did you win the lottery and not tell me?

I'm serious.

Come on.

Why be cautious?

We've got nowhere to go but up.

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[SIGHS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah.

MIKE: Walter, you see us?

Yeah. I see you.

I'd like you

to exit your vehicle

and start walking

toward us.

And then what?

I'm gonna need some...

Some kind of assurance.

I assure you, I could

kill you from way over here

if it makes you feel

any better.

[♪♪♪]

Walter, you've been busy.

You wanna put your arms out to your sides for me, if you would?

You know I haven't slept since Thursday?

I was out all night cleaning up after you.

I need my sleep.

You said no half measures.

Yeah. Funny how words can be so open to interpretation.

You get your car fixed?

Not yet.

MIKE:

You're gonna wanna get your car fixed.

WALT:

Let's see how this goes first.

[♪♪♪]

Has your condition worsened?

Excuse me?

Your medical condition.

Has it grown worse?

Not that I know of, no.

Is there a ringing in your ears?

Are you seeing bright lights or hearing voices?

I'm quite well, thank you.

GUS:

No. Clearly, you are not.

No rational person would do as you have done.

Explain yourself.

My partner was about to get himself shot.

I intervened.

Some worthless junkie.

For him, you intervene and put us all at risk.

Some contemptible junkie who couldn't keep the peace for eight hours.

That's right. He couldn't.

He was angry because those two dealers of yours had just murdered an 11-year-old boy.

I heard about it.

He should have let me take care of them.

Maybe.

Then again, maybe he thought it was you who gave the order.

Are you asking me if I ordered the murder of a child?

I would never ask you that.

Where is Pinkman now?

I wouldn't know.

Couple of time zones away, at least.

Beyond that,

I'd only be guessing.

He has enough money to last forever, he knows he needs to keep moving.

You'll never find him.

I don't know,

Walt, it's what I do, after all.

He's out of the picture.

I saved his life,

I owed him that, but now he and I are done, which is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?

[SIGHS]

You've always struck me as a very pragmatic man.

So if I may, I would like to review options with you.

Of which, it seems to me, you have two.

Option A:

You kill me right here and now.

Apparently, I have made that very easy for you.

You can kill me, no witnesses, and then spend the next few weeks or months tracking down Jesse Pinkman, and you kill him too.

A pointless exercise, it seems to me, but that is option A.

What is option B?

I continue cooking.

You and I both forget about Pinkman.

We forget this ever happened.

We consider this a lone hiccup in an otherwise long and fruitful business arrangement.

I prefer option B.

You'd need a new assistant.

I could get right on that.

No.

This time, I choose.

Your car, get it fixed.

Yeah.

[DOOR RATTLING]

Really?

It's good to see you.

Thanks.

It's good to be back.

Well, shall we?

By all means, Gale, let's cook.

MIKE:

What about that rhinoceros?

You think he'd make a good pet?

GIRL: No.

MIKE: No?

Don't you think if you called to him, he'd come running for his supper?

I bet he would.

I bet he'd come running:

Boom-duh-boom-duh-boom.

You're silly, Pop-Pop.

Well, a little. But he'd probably knock everything over.

Plus, there's that big nose of his.

That's not a nose, that's a horn.

Is that so?

His real nose is little.

Hm.

I learn all kinds of things being with you.

Okay, June bug, these are for you.

What about the rest?

The rest are for me.

No, they're not.

You're too old for balloons.

[GROANS]

You're never too old for balloons. Give me a hug.

I see your mama.

Don't keep her waiting.

Bye, Pop-Pop.

Bye, baby.

WOMAN:

Hi, sweetie.

Did you have fun with Pop-Pop?

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[BEEPING]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[BOTH SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[SILENCED GUNSHOTS]

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]

Please. Please, no.

Argh!

[♪♪♪]

Chow, you have anything you wanna tell me?

Thank God you're here.

They keep me prisoner.

They keep you prisoner.

I don't do nothing for them ever.

They try and make me.

I say, no.

They steal my chemicals.

I can't stop them.

I am businessman.

You're a business--

The lady out front--

Hey, lady, are you still there?

Ask her if she's still there.

[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN CHINESE]

She says, yes.

How's her driving? Driving.

Is she good behind the wheel?

Good. She's good driver.

Licensed? Dependable?

She has a Camry.

Good.

Ah!

[GRUNTING]

The trucks will be here first thing in the morning.

I strongly recommend that you return our calls next time.

So have her drive you to the hospital.

[CHOW GRUNTING]

She's gonna need her shoe.

[CHOW WHIMPERING]

Where'd they cross?

Laredo, looks like.

They didn't exactly send their A players.

But like you said, it's cartel, all right.

Probing for weakness.

Hm.

Well, they didn't find any.

What about Pinkman?

I'm making inquiries.

[LIQUID GURGLING]

WALT:

Yeah, that's two.

All right, let's close it up.

All right, bring it down.

You ready?

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

[MACHINE BEEPING]

Okay, we're good.

You can take your mask off now.

GALE:

Does that guy ever leave?

When exactly did that start?

It's new.

We had a, uh...

We had a little drama with the person you replaced.

Sorry to hear that.

No, it'll be fine.

Things will continue to smooth out and, uh...

Yeah, it'll be fine.

By the way, if you're at all worried about working with me--

No, I'm not.

Because whatever my shortcomings last time,

I intend for things to go perfectly from here on out.

So if there is--?

Gale, you're great.

Seriously.

I just...

However you like things to be done is exactly how we're gonna do them.

Period.

From here on out, so...

Please, teach me.

Okay.

[MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING

ON STEREO]

[MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN ON

STEREO AND GALE SINGING ALONG]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[STEREO TURNS OFF]

Gale. It's good to see you.

Mr. Fring.

Wow, this is--

I should have called first.

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

No. No, no, not at all.

Please, come in.

Can I offer you something?

A crème de menthe?

No. No, thank you.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Oh, no, no.

It's no inconvenience.

I need to talk to you about something.

Something rather pressing.

If push came to shove,

I was wondering how soon you might be able to take over the lab yourself.

You and an assistant.

Why would--?

Why would push come to shove?

Has Walter ever talked to you about why he got into this particular line of work?

Uh...

I guess I assumed it was because it pays so well.

It is, but specifically, has he ever spoken to you about his health problems?

I'm not surprised.

He's a very private person.

What exactly are his health problems?

He's dying of cancer.

It is why he does this, to provide for his family, which he's accomplished.

They will never want for anything. He's seen to that.

How long does he have?

That is very much the question.

He does not wanna talk about it.

And every time I bring it up with him...

I don't know that he's fully accepted the reality of it.

And not to sound cold-blooded, but I am running a business here.

No, I understand.

I have a very large investment in this.

There's so much overhead that

I can't afford to shut down.

Not even for a week.

So you understand my concern.

And my desire for continuity.

I do. Absolutely.

Now, I intend to keep Walter on as long as he wants, assuming that he's physically up to it.

But as he cannot or will not tell me how long that might be,

I must prepare for the worst-case scenario.

Well, worst-case scenario...

Uh...

I suppose if we had at least a few more cooks together.

You don't think you're ready now?

Well, I mean, he is such a...

A master.

There's always more for me to learn.

But I'm thinking that if we had, say, one or two more cooks.

One more...

I guess would do it.

I suppose.

I believe in you, Gale.

I know that when the time comes, you will be ready.

What's up?

Walt, is there--?

Um...

Any particular trick to purging the catalyst bed?

No, it's pretty straightforward.

I'll show you when we get there.

[SIGHS]

[HEADSET BEEPS]

Yeah?

Tell him I'm in conference.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS

IN ADJACENT ROOM]

Can't you see I'm in conference?

MIKE:

I'm looking to find a client.

I was hoping you could help me out with an address.

Which client?

Jesse Pinkman.

Jesse-Pinkman-in-the-phone-book

Jesse Pinkman. Hm.

How would one track him down,

I wonder.

[MASSAGER TURNS OFF]

You're still here.

I need your full attention, Saul.

Jesse Pinkman.

Current whereabouts.

The sooner you tell me, the sooner you get back to whatever the hell this is exactly.

What am I, an 8th-grade hall monitor? Current whereabouts.

Let me tell you something,

Mike, you--

Whoa, you are good right there.

Now, let's both get comfortable.

Now, when I say,

I'm looking for Pinkman, we both know why, don't we?

You pretending otherwise only wastes my time and serves to annoy me.

Look, Mike, there are rules to this, uh, lawyer thing.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Attorney-client privilege.

That's a big one.

And that's something

I provide for you.

So if I give up Pinkman, well, then you're gonna be asking,

"Old Saul gives them up pretty easy.

What's to keep him from giving me up?"

You see? So then, where's the trust?

I trust the hole in the desert

I'd leave you in.

Yeah, that's an argument.

Saul, don't make me beat you till your legs don't work.

Now tell me where to find him.

You know it's the right thing.

I can't tell you, Mike, all right? I...

Look, if I was to tell you, well, I just--

I couldn't live with myself.

I'm sorry.

But who's to say I didn't write the address down in my day planner?

Or on a scratch piece of paper somewhere?

Who's to say

I didn't write down a location strictly for my own professional use?

Do not touch anything on my desk.

I'm gonna leave the room, make myself a Nescafé.

SAUL:

I'm just looking out for you, that's all. Like a mother hen.

Believe me, money-laundering ain't what it used to be.

God, do I miss the '80s.

You're wasting your time.

I'm buying the car wash, end of story.

Well, one look at this place, you're gonna fall in love, so...

Heh, heh. Huh?

Was I right?

Where else you gonna find a cash-only business that's this fun?

Unless we're talking massage parlors, and, uh,

I don't see it.

Shall we?

SAUL:

You ever actually play laser tag?

You know, it's good cardio.

Plus, you get to shoot at kids.

Heh.

SAUL:

You got your bumper cars over there down that way.

Got your arcade here, all the latest video games.

Snack bar's there.

Nothing stopping you from selling beer to the parents.

That's a whole new revenue stream--

WALT:

All right, already.

We're good.

Holy Christ.

We're good? This constitutes good where you're from?

My car is bugged?

I said, maybe. Maybe bugged.

I'm being followed? What the hell have you gotten me into?

My own PI is threatening to break my legs.

That's like Thomas Magnum threatening that little prissy guy with the mustache.

Over and above. Service-wise, this is over and above.

You and I survive this, oh, I'm seriously rethinking my pricing, yeah.

And that goes double for you,

Hip-Hop.

Okay, my guy's no dummy, right?

So I give us maybe 24 hours before he figures out that address goes nowhere.

You guys do your thing, make it snappy.

I'll go see if they have

"Tetris" or something.

So how you holding up?

Hm.

You?

I got my old job back.

At least until they kill me and Gale takes over.

So he's their boy, huh?

He's their boy.

How long you think you've got?

Well, he asks a lot of questions about the cooking process.

I try to be as vague as possible, but I got that guy Victor watching me, listening to every word I say.

You know, maybe that the only thing saving me is Gale's fastidiousness.

And once he feels confident that he knows my entire method...

So, what do we do?

You know what we do.

There's got to be some other way.

Maybe it's better for you to just go to the cops.

All right? I mean, I can't believe I'm saying that and all, but for your family.

Hey, the DEA would love you, all the shit you could tell them.

Federal witness protection, that's a good deal.

As for me, I'll hit the road, yo. I mean, I'll make it.

We had a good run.

But it's over.

Never the DEA.

The cook can't stop.

That's the one thing

I'm certain of, production cannot stop.

Gus can't afford to.

So if I'm the only chemist that he's got, then I've got leverage, and leverage keeps me alive.

It keeps you alive too.

I think I can see to that.

If I'm the only chemist that he's got.

I can't do it, Mr. White.

Like you said, I'm...

I'm not a...

I can't do it.

I'll do it.

I'm gonna need your help.

I mean, they're watching me day and night.

They never leave me alone with Gale, not for a moment.

Hell, I don't even know where the man lives.

He's not in the phone book,

I can't find him on the Internet, and I can't do it in the lab,

Victor's always there.

But if I could just shake Victor, for even an hour one night,

I think then that

I may be able to... make it look like an accident.

There's got to be some other way.

I'm all ears.

But when it comes down to you and me versus him, I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry, but it's gonna be him.

Now, you are the only edge that I've got, as long as they don't know that you're in town.

But I need you to track him, get me his address.

And I'll do the rest.

Look, I saved your life, Jesse.

Are you gonna save mine?

[♪♪♪]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[LINE RINGING]

JESSE:

Yeah?

Please, tell me you found him.

6353 Juan Tabo Boulevard.

Apartment 6.

You there?

Yeah.

6353 Juan Tabo. Number 6.

Got it.

He's home?

Yep.

Anyone watching the place?

No. Looks pretty much

wide-open.

When are you gonna do it?

Tonight.

Once it gets dark.

Don't do this, Mr. White.

Please. Go to the cops.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

VICTOR:

We got a problem.

Some kind of chemical leaking in your lab.

Better come with me.

I'll, uh-- I'll follow you.

They tell me to bring you,

I bring you.

Come on, get in the car.

[♪♪♪]

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

I don't know if it's a barrel leak or what, but you got something mighty stinky down there.

After you.

Walter, the sooner you figure out what this is, the sooner we all go home.

Please, don't do this.

Mike, you don't have to do this.

Yeah, unfortunately, I do,

Walter.

Downstairs.

I'll cook. I'll cook for free.

There won't be any more trouble,

I promise you.

No.

If I could just talk to Gus--

No.

I can make him understand.

If I could talk to Gus,

I can convince him.

Just let me, please--

Please!

Please, let me talk to him!

Shut up! Shut up.

I can't do it. I'm sorry.

I'll give you Jesse Pinkman.

Okay? Like you said, he's the problem.

He's always been the problem.

And without him, we would--

And he's in town, all right?

He's not in Virginia or wherever the hell you're looking for him.

He's right here in Albuquerque and I could take you to him.

I'll take you right to him. Huh?

What do you say?

Where is he?

Right now, you give me an address.

I don't-- He moves.

He moves around.

But if you let me call him--

No, no, please.

No, I just-- My phone.

I'll just--

It's just my phone. I'll call him, and I'll have him meet me.

All right? Okay?

Okay?

[LIGHTER CLICKING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Did you do it?

Mr. White?

Did you do it?

No, I didn't do it.

I can't now.

It's gonna have to be you.

What? No way, man.

Listen to me.

You're closer than we are.

You'll have a 20-minute lead.

They've got me at the laundry.

They're going to kill me.

Jesse, do it now!

Son of a bitch!

WALT:

Do it, Jesse! Do it!

Huh.

Just what the hell was that exactly?

You might wanna hold off.

Yeah? Why?

Because your boss is gonna need me.

6353 Juan Tabo,

Apartment 6.

Yeah.

[CHINESE MUSIC BLARING

ON STEREO AND KETTLE WHISTLING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[WHISTLING STOPS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[VIBRATING]

[STEREO TURNS OFF]

Hi. How can I help you?

[WHIMPERING]

GALE:

Take whatever you want.

I have money. I have--

I got a lot of money.

I have...

Please, don't do this.

You don't-- You...

You-- You don't have to do this.

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