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[PEOPLE CHATTERING IN SPANISH]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[HONKING CONTINUES]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

JESSE:

In here.

[♪♪♪]

[DOCTOR AND STAFF

SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Hey! Hey! Hey!

What about him?

What about him?

[EKG BEEPING]

[GRUNTS]

JESSE:

Hey. Someone.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Help. Ugh. Assistance.

This man needs help.

This man pays my salary.

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[SCALE BEEPS]

[SCALE BEEPING]

Forty-point-two-three pounds.

Are they back yet?

Have you heard from anyone?

If Pinkman is gone,

I'm done.

Do you understand? I quit.

I just told you,

40.23 pounds.

[SCALE BEEPING]

Forty-point-two-one.

[BOX THUDS]

My brother-in-law, he keeps talking about driving out to the factory farm.

And I have-- I have stalled him as long as I possibly can.

It's really at the point now where he's gonna find someone else to take him there.

So I don't know if it's been made presentable yet.

But I should be the one to take him out there, right?

Can you just run it up the chain of command then?

[BUTTON CLICKS]

WALT:

Anything suspicious?

Still no, Walt.

[LAUGHS]

Well, then should we go?

Got some place to be?

Because it's, like, the third time you asked me that.

No, I'm just curious what the next move is.

Our next three moves is sitting here and waiting.

This here's the job, buddy.

Ain't all supermodels and speedboats, you know.

Any, uh, cartel news these days?

Seems like I'm always reading something or other in the paper.

Yeah, well, not a lot happening stateside.

Hearing rumblings about some big play down south.

Lots of bodies, apparently. Tsk.

You know, even by cartel standards.

We'll know more when the buzzards leave the bones.

[HANK SIGHS]

So when we gonna talk about your face?

[SIGHS]

I don't wanna get into it, okay?

No, it's not okay.

My brother-in-law shows up looking like Macho Camacho, and he thinks we're not gonna discuss it?

If you're in over your head on something, don't you think I might be the guy to come to?

You know, one of my old, uh, buddies from Glynco had a gambling problem, except his thing was scratch cards instead of blackjack.

[CHUCKLES]

Dumb Okie bastard had his car repo'd playing scratch-and-wins.

[LAUGHS]

He's fine now, you know.

He got help and all.

But I know he got on a ride that was rough to get off of.

I'm just saying I'm here, you know.

If you want to talk about it.

I don't want to talk about it, to you or to anyone else.

I'm done explaining myself.

[EKG BEEPING]

Hey, uh... Yo, you think he needs more blood?

It's in the refrigerator.

What, you--?

You want me to, uh...?

DOCTOR:

A-negative, yes?

Your blood type?

Um...

I don't know, maybe.

[LAUGHS]

A-negative, 25 years old, seventy kilo, 180 centimeters.

You smoke, you drink, you, uh, puff, puff, puff.

Tsk-tsk-tsk.

But no disease, no condition.

No complication other than an allergy to...

Oh, wait, don't say.

Erythromycin.

But I have cefazolin here, so no problem.

How do you know all that?

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Jesus.

He thought of everything.

O-negative.

That's what he needs.

It's time to go.

What about Mike?

With this injury? No travel.

At least a week.

I'll send for him.

[IN SPANISH]

You need protection, Gustavo?

[CHUCKLES]

I wouldn't have guessed.

[DOCTOR CHUCKLES

THEN GUS GROANS]

[BOTH SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH]

Water and rest.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[GUS SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

JESSE:

What happened to the plane?

There are many good ways south.

But, unfortunately, only one way north.

Six miles to Texas.

I've got a man there who'll drive us the rest of the way.

I kind of liked the plane.

So you gonna make it?

Six miles is pretty far.

I'll make it.

You did well down here.

And you also proved a point.

I think you can run the lab by yourself now.

Don't you?

Let Mr. White go.

Pay him off or fire him.

Don't kill him.

You know that won't work.

Then you got a problem.

[DOOR OPENS]

Hi. We're home.

Are you doing your homework?

WALT JR.:

Yeah.

Mm-hm. Well, dinner is in about 30.

[SIGHS]

[MACHINE BEEPS]

TED [ON RECORDING]:

Hey, sorry to call you at home,

but I think maybe

you're not getting my messages.

That or you just

don't feel like talking to me.

[LOWERS VOLUME]

Anyway, why I've been calling

is because that thing

we discussed?

Well, I've been thinking,

and, uh,

I decided I can't do it.

That's probably not

what you wanted to hear.

But hopefully you'll

understand,

and if you want to talk

more about it, that's fine.

So call me. I'm around.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hey. Come on in.

Hi.

Ahem. First, I wanna tell you that I get it.

From what you've told me, this situation with Walt's gambling sounds... intense.

Yeah, it definitely was.

And continues to be.

So I would greatly appreciate it if you would just... help me out here.

Well, I've thought long and hard about this... and, uh, here's what I want to do. Ahem.

So is, uh,

Walt gonna be okay?

Are you in contact with him?

Um, he's fine.

Good. That's good.

He doesn't know about you offering--?

No. Absolutely not.

And I mean to keep it that way, so...

Six hundred and seventeen thousand dollars written out to me.

Uh... What is this?

I can't take your money.

Oh?

And why is that?

Because, at the end of the day, paying my debt with illicit gambling winnings, uh...

I don't know, it feels wrong.

"It feels wrong"?

To me it does.

Uh-huh.

I'm not judging you or Walt.

I'm just saying

I feel uncomfortable with it.

Well, um, Ted, the whole reason we're in this mess is because you had me cooking your books.

So when did wrong suddenly become a problem for you?

Now, hold on, that was a one-time measure in an honest attempt to protect my employees and save my dad's company.

It might've been a mistake, but that's no reason to go out and make another.

No, Ted, this is the big mistake, right here.

You owe the federal government

$617,000.

If you do not pay them, they will come after you and then they will come after me.

And if they audit my business, find out that

Walt and I paid for it with close to a million dollars in untaxed gambling winnings, we will go to prison, where you will already be.

Do you understand?

I understand you're upset, but I think you're overstating things too.

No one's going to prison.

Oh, my God. How are you not following me here?

Okay, fine, let's say I take your advice.

I pay the IRS. Then what?

Then you don't owe them.

Okay, but I still owe the bank, Skyler.

I'm still going to go bankrupt and lose my business and my home.

I still have to pull my girls out of school.

Just because I pay some stupid fine doesn't make my life any less ruined.

So if I'm understanding you correctly, you're saying you can't take the money I gave you... but you can take a larger amount.

No. I'm just saying, as much as I appreciate the gesture, the money you gave me doesn't really change anything.

Because it's not enough?

No, no, don't twist my words.

This isn't about amounts, this is about me doing the right thing.

Ted, are you blackmailing me?

What? No. Blackmailing?

God.

I feel I'm not explaining things right.

I think you're explaining it fine.

I notice that, uh, this is for less than what I gave you, by the way.

That's the Mercedes.

I leased it before I knew where the money came from.

Mm. Now that you know, you will be returning it.

The leases are ironclad, so I have to see what's possible, but, yeah,

I'm gonna do my best.

And I will pay you back as soon as I can.

I don't want you to pay me, Ted.

I want you to pay them.

Try it again.

Write a new check.

Skyler.

Same amount.

This time, made payable--

What happened to us?

Make it payable to the Internal Revenue Service.

I can't.

You have to.

Actually, no I don't.

Write it.

[SLAMS DOOR]

Saul Goodman, please.

Tell him it's important.

Yeah.

What have I done?

[TRAIN HORN TOOTS ON TV]

[EXPLOSION ON TV]

[CHATTERING]

GUS:

Hello, Hector.

[TRAIN HORN TOOTING ON TV]

[EXPLOSION ON TV]

All of them, Hector.

Don Eladio.

Don Paco. Cesar.

Renaldo. Artuno.

Cisco and Luis.

Escalada.

All dead.

As is your grandson,

Joaquin.

Do you know who killed Joaquin?

Would you like to see?

This young man.

Do you remember him?

That young man shot Joaquin to death... while I made my escape.

I believe you have met him before.

It was just you and Joaquin.

He was the only family you had left.

Now the Salamanca name dies with you.

Will you look at me now?

[MILITARY MARCH MUSIC

PLAYING ON TV]

Look at me, Hector.

Look at me.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[CROWD CHATTERING

LOUDLY ON TV]

[HORN HONKS]

I really appreciate you doing this.

You guys must have your hands filled with the car wash and all.

No, no. No worries.

Happy to do it.

Besides, it gives me a chance to see how you work a case.

[LAUGHS]

It's, uh, interesting.

Yeah.

Like watching weeds grow, huh? Heh.

Ah, this job can be boring as hell.

Until it's not.

[LAUGHS]

So, um...

Any more news on that thing in Mexico?

No, same old, same old.

Bunch of animals clawing each other's eyes out over turf.

So you think all the victims were cartel members?

Not in the loop enough to know.

Take a right on this street, will you?

Right?

But, uh, we're going to the chicken farm, that's straight ahead.

No, we're taking a little detour.

All right.

Yeah, there's this, uh, industrial laundry

I wanna check out.

It's not far.

Just, yeah, turn right here.

[♪♪♪]

What, uh--?

What laundry? What about it?

It's owned by this company, this Madrigal Electromotive.

It's this big German conglomerate right into everything.

It turns out it's the same company that owns

Fring's chicken joints.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Sounds like a real shot in the dark there.

I mean, you said it yourself.

If this Madrigal, is it?

If this is such a big conglomerate, then, you know, they must own all kinds of businesses.

No, it just--

It just sounds kind of thin.

Well, look at you.

You lose your hair, go on a couple stakeouts, all of a sudden you're, what, Kojak?

[SNICKERING]

I'm just saying.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Now, the chicken farm, however, boy, that place seems ripe for some kind of clandestine activities.

I just don't want us to miss anything, you know?

You wanna talk about clandestine activities?

Madrigal Electromotive also owns a subsidiary that manufactures this state-of-the-art air-filtration system.

And none other than

Gale Boetticher took delivery of one of these systems.

A chemist who was in possession of hand-drawn plans for a meth super-lab and was visited by none other than Gus Fring just days before he was capped in the face, okay?

This shit is starting to feel like--

Like Three Days Of The Condor, you know?

Anyway, an industrial laundry would be one hell of a place to hide a meth lab.

There it is right up there.

Just turn in there.

[♪♪♪]

Walt, slow down.

You gotta turn in there, Walt.

What are you doing?

You missed it.

Sorry. It looked like a dirt road.

I thought you meant further up.

[SIGHS]

Just-- Just bang a U-ie over here.

[♪♪♪]

Whoa!

HANK:

Mm. Hits the spot.

Thanks, guys.

[LAUGHING]

I said to Mom

"ice cream," but, um, she was like:

"It tastes the same

[DOORBELL RINGS] and it's healthier."

So, heh, sorry.

I tried.

[DOOR OPENS]

Frozen yogurt does taste the same. Tastes exactly the same.

Wow. I feel, like, sorry for your taste buds.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Heh-heh. Weigh in here,

Uncle Hank.

Hey, it's free food. Ahem.

Free food always tastes good.

Free drinks even better.

MARIE:

Hey, hon.

Can you handle another visitor?

HANK:

Ho-ho! Mr. Magoo.

Yeah, sure. Hey, watch out.

Don't run into any walls or anything.

WALT [LAUGHING]:

Okay.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, son.

So how you feeling, Hank?

It feels like one of those cones they put on dogs, so they don't lick their own balls.

Nice. Thank you.

Stay classy.

Anyway, hanging in there.

Glad you stopped by.

Listen,

I'm sorry about all this.

I mean, that guy just came out of nowhere.

Yeah, actually, he didn't.

I saw him coming a mile away.

Hey, just mark it down as a brain fart and, uh, be thankful no one got killed.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

Your Hardy Boys routine is over.

No more asking him to drive you on stakeouts.

It's too dangerous.

You hear me?

I'll do it.

No, you won't.

No, Marie's right. It was a bit short-sighted of me.

That's why I, uh, caved.

SKYLER: Caved?

Yeah, I broke down.

I, uh, ordered me a gimp-mobile.

[CHUCKLES]

I wish you would stop calling it that.

What do you mean?

Like a handi-van with a lift?

No, no, it's a regular Tahoe.

It's got hand controls.

I ordered it.

Should be here in about a week.

I don't expect to be in it long, but, uh, gotta get around on my own.

Stop being such a damn burden to everyone.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Oh.

Oh. Sorry.

Car wash business.

SAUL [OVER PHONE]:

Hey, it's me. Can you talk?

[IN LOW VOICE]

I can listen.

Fair enough.

He doesn't own a gun, at least not one that he bought legally.

Nor does his home security system have any panic-button arrangement.

So way I see it, we're good to go.

If this is still how you want to handle it.

Like I said,

I don't want anyone hurt.

All I want is for him to write a check.

Yeah. It's gonna be fine.

I've got my A-team on it.

[HEADSET BEEPS]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Can I help you?

Yeah, thanks.

What--? You just can't--

What's this about?

I'll tell you what this is about.

This is about you and me doing our best to keep Huell happy.

Huell? Who's Huell?

This is Huell.

Huell, you happy?

Reasonably.

What would make you unhappy?

This motherfucker not doing what he's told.

KUBY:

If you were unhappy, Mr. Beneke wouldn't care for that?

I'm gonna say no.

Well, there you have it.

Let's go find your checkbook.

Ready?

Here we go. All right?

We're walking, we're swinging our feet.

There you go. Very nice.

Beautiful place you have here.

This way. So the amount's gonna be for $617,226--

Whoa. I don't have that kind of money.

Hold that thought.

Forgot to mention we know exactly how much money is in your account, okay?

Understand? You still want to say that stuff from before?

Maybe not.

So $617,226 and 31 cents, made payable to the Internal Revenue Service.

What?

Wait, this is, uh...?

Skyler? Skyler White sent you?

It doesn't matter.

For now, all you have to do is worry about that.

My God, this is a misunderstanding.

Skyler is a dear friend of mine, all right?

Let me call her.

We'll, uh...

No, you're misunderstanding,

Mr. Beneke.

Phone-call time is over.

Check-writing time.

Skyler would never do this to me.

Sit down and write!

There you go.

Six hundred seventeen thousand, two hundred twenty-six dollars and thirty-one...

Yeah, right.

You got it.

Huell, you happy?

Ha-ha. Huell's happy.

All right. Everything else has been filled out for you.

All's we need... is a signature right there.

Great.

Hard part is over.

Here's what happens next.

Huell is gonna hang here with you.

I'm gonna make sure I get this down to UPS before 5:00.

Way back, I'm gonna grab some sandwiches.

The three of us can hang out and play cards or watch TV for the next couple of days until the check clears.

Painless, right?

Unless you don't have cable, in which case it's gonna suck, so...

[GRUNTING]

Does the laundry have to be dirty?

Nope.

[♪♪♪]

Someone cooked here.

You've been out of commission four days.

You think we're gonna shut down the whole operation just for you?

Who cooked? Who was here?

[♪♪♪]

JESSE:

I don't know how you're doing the flips. Tell me.

BROCK:

Keep cool.

Oh. Oh, I'm gonna get you.

Oh, I'm gonna get you.

[LAUGHS]

JESSE:

Jump.

[JESSE CHUCKLES]

You're pressing buttons, and it makes you do magical stuff.

No.

Yes. Cheater.

Hey.

Who's winning?

I am.

Well-- Yeah. Look at you.

Look at--

Ooh. Yeah.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

A hundred and one back flips,

I did.

Oh, you.

Hey, keep it going.

Hey, hey, hey.

Relax.

Ooh. You're in trouble.

JESSE: Good luck.

Mama is in the house.

Jesse.

What do you want? I'm busy.

We need to talk.

I got nothing to say to you, man.

Jesse, please. I'm sorry.

Just one minute.

That's all I ask.

Get the hell out of my house.

Come on. Come on.

Hey. Just give me one minute.

Let me just explain.

Okay.

Let me--

Shh! Shh!

All right. All right. Okay, okay. All right, I'm sorry.

I know that you have been cooking without me.

That's right. So what?

So what?

Isn't it obvious to you what Gus is planning?

He's going to use you to replace me.

He doesn't think you need me anymore.

Jesse. Jesse, if you agree to replace me, he will kill me.

You brought your brother-in-law to our lab.

What the hell is wrong with you?

That's not my fault, Jesse.

Get off.

You've got to help me.

Please.

The last time I asked for your help, you said:

"I hope you end up buried in a barrel in the Mexican desert."

[DOOR CLOSES]

[PANTING]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[WALT GASPS]

You are done.

Fired.

Do not show your face at the laundry again.

Stay away from Pinkman.

Do not go near him.

Ever.

Are you listening to me?

Or else you'll do what?

What did you say?

Stay away from Pinkman... or else you'll do... what?

Kill me?

If you could kill me...

I'd already be dead.

But you can't.

You can't kill me, because Jesse wouldn't cook for you if you did.

That's it, isn't it?

[WALT CHUCKLES THEN COUGHING]

No matter how hard you try to turn him against me, to screw with his head, so that he would hate my guts, and he still won't let you do it.

For now.

But he'll come around.

In the meantime, there's the matter of your brother-in-law.

He is a problem you promised to resolve.

You have failed.

Now it's left to me to deal with him.

You can't--

If you try to interfere... this becomes a much simpler matter.

I will kill your wife.

I will kill your son.

I will kill your infant daughter.

[KNIFE CLICKS]

[GRUNTING]

[GASPING]

[COUGHING]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[WALT GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

Great. Perfect.

You know, this is just...

I told her you were my A-team.

It was an act of God.

Ain't no accounting for no act of God.

Check is in the mail, at least.

"Hello, Mrs. White.

"The good news is the IRS has been paid off.

The bad news is..."

Ugh! Jesus!

[SIGHS]

Well, here goes nothing.

FRANCESCA: Hey! Hey!

SAUL: Whoa, whoa. Slow down.

What the--?

WALT: Saul.

How did you hear?

What? Hear what?

Guys, go, go, go. Scram.

What the hell happened to you?

Saul. Saul.

This man that we spoke of before.

This person that you said could disappear me.

Give me a new life.

Yeah.

Make sure I'm never found.

Yeah.

Yeah, I need him, Saul.

Gus is gonna murder my whole family.

Christ.

I need this man now.

Saul. Now, Saul!

Yeah, yeah.

There's no coming back.

You're gonna get new Socials, new identities.

You can't contact your friends or relatives ever again.

All right. I understand.

How are you gonna sell this to that wife of yours and your son?

I have got no choice.

You're wanted by scary individuals, not to mention the law.

You're high-risk.

You'll need the deluxe service.

It'll cost you.

WALT:

How much?

Last quote I got on the deluxe was 125 grand.

But you got four people. It'll be at least half a million.

He accepts cash only.

I've got the money.

Please!

Here.

Okay.

This is a vacuum cleaner repair company.

Did you expect

Haji's Quick-Vanish?

I don't even know his name.

You just call and leave a message.

You tell them that you need a new dust filter for a Hoover MaxExtract

Pressure Pro, Model 60.

I wrote it right on there.

He'll call you back.

Okay, fine. How long does it take for him to arrange?

The guy works fast.

That's the game.

You gotta have your family packed and ready before you make the call.

He'll tell you where to meet, he'll put you up in a safe house.

You gotta bring money.

He doesn't lift a finger unless he's paid.

Okay.

Saul.

Can't say it's been a pleasure--

I need you to do one more thing for me.

You need to call the DEA.

You need to tell them

Gus has a hit out on Hank.

You have to do it for me.

I gotta go on living here.

I'm way too comfortable in my--

Just call anonymously.

You call anonymously!

I can't!

I'm practically in the DEA family.

I go to their

Christmas parties.

They know me.

They know my voice.

They'll know me.

Please, you gotta do it for me.

Please. Please.

No.

My brother-in-law doesn't deserve to die because of this.

There's no way

I'm mentioning Gus.

Okay.

The most I'll go--

I'll say it's the cartel.

They're back to finish the job.

You say whatever you have to say.

You just give me an hour to...

I need to collect my wife and kids. Okay?

Give me an hour and then you make the phone call.

Don't forget. Please.

Yeah.

Thank you, Saul.

[♪♪♪]

[COUGHING]

No, no, no.

Where's the rest?

That's not enough.

That's not enough.

SKYLER: Walt?

Down here!

Walt, what did that phone call mean?

Where is it?

Where's the rest?

The money, Skyler.

Where is the rest?

Skyler, where is the money?

[BOTH PANTING]

[♪♪♪]

I gave it to Ted.

What?

You did what?

Walt, I had to.

For us, for the family.

I swear, Walt--

You gave our money to Beneke?

Walt, please.

Please just hear me out. Please.

[SCREAMS]

[WALT SOBBING]

Walt.

Walt.

[PHONE RINGING]

[WALT LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY]

Walt.

[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

SKYLER [ON RECORDING]:

Hi, you've reached the White

family. Please leave a message.

MARIE [OVER SPEAKER]:

Skyler.

It's happening again.

The DEA called, they got some tip from an informant.

The cartel, they want to kill Hank.

Oh, God.

They're sending agents to our

house right now to guard us.

Oh, God.

When is this going to end?

[WALT CONTINUES

LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY]

Marie, I'm here.

I'm here.

Tell me exactly what happened.

[COUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]