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[GARAGE DOOR WHIRRING]

You can come on out.

It's an actual store.

ED: Mm-hm.

I guess I figured

"vacuum cleaner repair" was a term of art.

If you would step right here on this blue spot.

Leave your luggage where it is for the moment.

[SIGHS]

That good?

Sure.

What about this?

I'll Photoshop that out.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, Nebraska.

What's in Nebraska?

You. From now on.

It's gonna take me some time to get your new situation fixed.

Until then, you're gonna be staying here.

I got a place downstairs, out of sight.

It's not the Ritz-Carlton, but it's comfortable enough for short-term.

How short-term?

Considering you got your face up on buses and billboards all over town,

I'm thinking, uh, two days.

Maybe three.

Only thing is, and I don't like to do this, but, uh, you'll have a bunk mate.

Oh, yeah? He's still here?

For the moment.

He's a special case.

Gonna take some doing.

How's he holding up?

You be the judge.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

RAMEY:

We will find Hank.

Steve too.

They're out there, and we're gonna find them.

You have my word.

Sir.

[♪♪♪]

RAMEY:

Call it in, get her out of here. Move.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[♪♪♪]

JESSE [ON VIDEO]:

I, uh, get to his door,

and I could hear music

inside.

Like squeaky voices.

And I thought,

you know, maybe, uh...

[SNIFFLING]

I knocked on his door.

The music stopped,

and then he was right there.

When he saw the gun,

he thought...

Hey, Kenny.

Does this pussy cry through the entire thing?

[ALL LAUGHING]

Just watch.

JESSE:

He kept saying that, you know,

"You don't have to do this."

His eyes were so big.

[VIDEO FAST-FORWARDING]

Such a bitch.

They high-fived

He won't quit.

because it worked.

Then, you know,

we turn around,

and there is this kid

on a dirt bike

looking at us.

Drew Sharp.

That kid that went missing

up in White Horse.

It's him.

And then out of nowhere,

Todd, that Opie,

dead-eyed piece of shit,

pulls out a gun

and shoots the kid.

HANK:

This is Todd Alquist

we're talking about?

He killed Drew Sharp?

Boom.

Like it was nothing.

[VIDEO PLAYER BEEPS]

TODD:

Hey, Uncle Jack. Hold up.

We should keep him for a while, get a couple of cooks under our belt.

You seriously giving me this turn-the-other-cheek crap?

He ratted you out, personally.

We still got 600 gallons of methylamine.

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?

You little... son of a bitch.

[LAUGHING]

It's that Lydia woman.

You're sweet on her, you little bastard. Ha, ha, ha.

Hey, Kenny, you believe this?

Hey, it's all about this right here, huh?

[MEN LAUGHING]

Come on.

You can do better.

That one's so uptight, probably got a wood chipper for a coochie.

Stick it in down there, you're pulling back a stump.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Aw, what the hell.

Heart wants what the heart wants, right?

Let's go back and watch some more of that crybaby rat, huh?

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪♪]

[MEN CONTINUE SPEAKING

INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE]

[DOOR CLOSES IN DISTANCE]

[♪♪♪]

How thick is it?

This is mild steel?

Uh-huh.

No, this would be cash.

What?

Nothing.

Hey, you know what?

Make yourself useful.

Give me a list of hitters, mercenaries.

Yes, yes, I remember.

You've got "concerns."

Don't worry.

We'll take the time to vet them.

Make sure there are no undercover cops on the team.

Five should do it, providing they're the right men for the job.

I'm gonna hate myself for asking, but who are we hitting?

Jack Welker and his men.

They murdered Hank.

They stole my life's work.

I don't know any hit men.

You know a guy who knows a guy.

Just get me the contacts.

Anybody in that world.

I'm paying top dollar.

We'll find them.

You mind if I give you a nickel's worth of advice?

Just for old time's sake?

You're worried about your wife and kids?

Don't leave.

The way things are now, some people-- Not me, mind you, but some people might say you're leaving her high and dry.

Some people would be ignorant on the facts.

Some people wouldn't know that as far as the police are concerned,

Skyler is a blameless victim.

[SCOFFS]

No, no, no. Go ahead.

Get it off your chest.

Go on.

The phone call was a smart move.

Kudos to you.

Odds are it was recorded.

It'll play great for a jury.

It might even buy her a mistrial.

In a year and a half.

Until then, if they don't have you, they go after her.

There's no point.

She knows nothing.

Well, too bad.

She's got nothing to trade.

I hate to be a downer here, but there are two

DEA agents missing, presumed dead.

Think the feds will let that go because you hit the ejector seat?

First thing they're gonna do, they will RICO your wife and kids out of the house.

That condo is gone.

Your bank accounts, they're frozen.

Her picture is probably on TV right now, next to yours.

Who's gonna hire her?

Money is no problem.

Well, I don't mean to contradict you, but getting it to her, impossible.

The feds are praying that you'll make contact.

The Internet, the phone, it's all tapped.

Hey, Mike was no dummy.

But every time he tried to get his nest egg to his granddaughter, it ended up in Uncle Sam's pockets.

So you propose what?

Stay.

Face the music.

I mean, how much time have you got left?

You walk in with your head held high, be the John Dillinger of the

Metropolitan Detention Center.

How bad is that?

And you bring a barrel full of drug money.

Maybe that soothes some troubled waters.

Maybe they let your family stay in the house.

After all, the house predates the criminal enterprise.

God, you think I want to run?!

This is the last thing that I want.

This--

This changes nothing.

What I do,

I do for my family.

My money goes to my children.

Not just this barrel.

All of it!

I'm going to kill Jack and his entire crew, and I'm gonna take back what is mine and give it to my children.

And then, and only then... am I through.

Do you understand?

Everything good?

Define "good."

You're set. Time to go.

You'll be a little longer.

I'm still working on transportation.

Change of plans.

He's coming with me.

No. No, that's not--

We're going together.

I can use him.

I'll give you two a minute.

Hey, I'm a civilian.

I'm not your lawyer anymore.

I'm nobody's lawyer.

The fun is over.

From here on out,

I'm Mr. Low-Profile.

A douche bag with a job and three pairs of Dockers.

If I'm lucky, month from now, best-case scenario,

I'm managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.

You're still part of this, whether you like it or not.

Sorry. I don't think so.

You remember what I told you?

It's not over until--

[COUGHING]

[CONTINUES COUGHING]

[GASPING]

It's over.

[COUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

MAN 1:

Do you want us to cuff her now?

Would that make you feel better?

MAN 2:

Your client admits to...

[MAN 1 SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 1:

Her day of reckoning is now.

[SPEAKING

IN DISTORTED VOICE]

MAN 1:

--by the time this goes to trial.

Is she even listening?

Mrs. White?

Are you following all this?

Do you understand what's happening here?

Yes.

I understand.

I understand

I'm in terrible trouble.

I understand that you will use everything in your power against me and my children unless--

Unless I give you Walt.

But the truth is,

I can't give you what you want.

I don't know where he is.

[SIGHS]

All right, go and discuss this with your lawyer here.

Rack your brain.

And hope you can come up with something we can use.

[SLURPING]

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:

Four-seventeen?

Four-seventeen.

No activity.

[HOLLY CRYING]

[HOLLY CONTINUES CRYING]

[SKYLER GASPS THEN GRUNTS]

[SKYLER WHIMPERING]

[♪♪♪]

Ma'am, is there anybody else in the house?

What about your son?

If I go look in his room, am I gonna see him?

He's not gonna pop out and surprise me?

If this guy takes his hand away, are you gonna scream?

He's at his friend's house.

He's been there all week.

Please, please, don't hurt my baby. Please--

TODD:

Ma'am.

Please.

We got a lot of respect for your husband.

There's just something that we gotta straighten out.

Okay, we know that you've been talking to the police, and that's okay.

You gotta do that.

But you've seen some people.

Like that lady who came into the car wash.

The one with the black hair.

You said anything about her?

No.

You sure about that?

I didn't.

The police don't need to know anything about her.

Okay, ma'am,

I'm gonna need you to say it.

I will not say anything about her.

Ever.

I swear.

Okay.

When we leave, you're not gonna go running to those police officers out front?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

Because you really don't want us coming back.

[♪♪♪]

[HOLLY CRYING]

[SKYLER PANTING]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING

OVER SPEAKERS]

[DOOR OPENS]

[CHATTERING]

WOMAN:

Uh-huh. Sure.

Don't.

Stay where you are.

We'll talk like this.

Okay.

So that thing that we talked about,

I went to

Mr. and Mrs. White's house--

You don't have to say the name.

Sure.

And it went really good.

I mean, the message was received loud and clear.

The message? Yeah.

Look, I know you did your best.

I just think--

Hi. What can I get you?

Chamomile tea with soy milk, please.

And I'll need more stevia.

Sure.

The person we're discussing saw my face.

You're not Western Union.

We can't just settle for you sending messages.

Really, if you'd been there,

I think you'd see it different.

We threw a real scare into her.

She seems like a nice lady watching out for her kids.

So you're not going to have a problem with her.

I can pretty much guarantee it.

I wish I had your certainty, but I'm not like you and your uncle.

I'm just-- I'm not used to this kind of risk.

We're gonna have to take a break.

I have 50 pounds vacuum-packed and ready to go.

And I wish you all the luck in the world with it.

It's 92 percent.

I'm sorry?

Ninety-two percent.

Truly?

Tested it twice.

And it's blue, just like before.

Ninety-two.

That's Heisenberg level.

He's not with you?

Well, next best thing.

Pinkman.

They're looking for Pinkman.

Well, they're not going to find him.

He's with us, and he's not going anywhere.

Ms. Quayle, this is what your guys in Europe have been begging for, right?

I just think we work together good.

We make a good team.

I think it's kind of mutually good.

Ninety-two percent.

[GROANS]

Unh.

Unh.

[GRUNTING]

Mr. Lambert, welcome to New Hampshire.

All right.

Let's have a look at this place.

You got about a month's worth of food on hand.

Most of it is canned goods, but there's steaks in the freezer.

You got a generator outside, works on LP.

Ought to be enough in the tank to last the winter.

It's only 15 amps, but that ought to do for the lights, the TV and the freezer.

That's a wood-burner.

Ought to warm the place up pretty good.

Plus you can cook on it.

On the TV front, the reception's pretty much nil.

You got some mountains in the way.

Weather is right, you might be able to catch Montreal, but mostly you'll be limited to DVDs.

Mr. Magorium's

Wonder Emporium.

Two copies. Hm.

I'm not much of a movie guy.

I'll make a supply run next month.

You want something else to watch, put it on the list.

Supply run. Heh.

Fifty thousand dollars for a trip to Costco.

It's risk. And risk is what you're paying me for, not toilet paper.

Risk and a 4400-mile round trip.

Mr. Lambert, my clients and I don't usually have an ongoing relationship.

Normally you and I would have already gone our separate ways, but you're you.

Where's the phone?

No phone.

Up here, ice storms equal service calls, equal you in cuffs.

Internet?

Same deal.

Also satellite, cable TV, drop phone, car.

You want news, I'll bring the Albuquerque papers.

Whatever you need, just put it on the list.

Put it on the list. Yeah.

Look, I have business to conduct.

Your business is your business.

My business is keeping you out of custody.

You are the target of a nation-wide manhunt.

Your face is all over TV.

You are the hottest client

I have ever had, by far.

It stands to reason you've got to keep out of sight.

And what's keeping me from walking out that gate?

Nothing.

There's a little one-horse town eight miles down the hill.

There's not a thing on God's green earth that I can do to stop you going down there.

All I'm saying is... if you leave this place, you will get caught.

And I gotta tell you, if I find out that you've left the reservation,

I won't be coming back.

That is for my own safety.

You understand?

Sure.

Know how to work the stove?

The flue can be tricky.

Yeah, I got it.

You paid good money for this.

You got two acres up here, lots of woods, nice, warm place.

Seems to me just the spot for a man to rest up and think on things.

If you look around, it's kind of beautiful.

You've been very helpful.

Thank you.

See you in a month.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[WALT COUGHING]

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Oh. Huh.

[JESSE GRUNTING]

Come--

[GRUNTING]

KENNY:

Oh, so you're just too good to eat with the rest of us, huh?

TODD: It's not for me.

KENNY: Damn, man, seriously.

KENNY:

That's not my chocolate chip, is it?

You're gonna spoil him.

TODD:

Hey, you awake?

Uh, yeah.

We had some Ben & Jerry's.

There's peanut butter cup and AmeriCone Dream.

I didn't know what you liked, so I got you some of each.

There you go.

So that batch that you just cooked was 96 percent.

Kind of figured you deserved a little something.

Thanks.

Well, better get some sleep.

Tomorrow's gonna be a big day.

Got a whole new batch.

Hey, Todd.

Yeah?

Would you mind leaving the tarp off tonight?

Well, might get cold.

No, I don't mind. I just...

I just wanna see the stars.

Sure. Okay.

Thanks.

Well, good night, Jesse.

Night.

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

[GRUNTING]

Come on, bitch.

[♪♪♪]

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

Go ahead! Do it!

Just kill me now and get it over with, because there's no way

I'm doing one more cook for you psycho fucks!

[DOORBELL RINGS]

ANDREA:

Yes?

Hi, ma'am.

How you doing tonight?

You're Andrea, right?

How can I help you?

You know Jesse Pinkman?

Right?

Well, I'm a friend of his.

My name's Todd.

I'm sorry to bother you so late, but it's nice to meet you.

How is Jesse? Is he okay?

Yeah, he's okay.

Actually,

I brought him with me.

Jesse's here?

Yeah, he's right over there in that truck.

ANDREA:

Where?

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

No!

Just so you know, this isn't personal.

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

No!

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[SOBBING]

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

Whoa, hey, settle down.

Settle down.

Hey, remember.

There's still the kid.

[PANTING]

[GASPS]

[WALT COUGHING]

I brought you a couple of cases of Ensure.

Maybe put a little weight on you.

Jesus.

I can barely read this.

Ah. Almost forgot.

Without a prescription,

I had to take an educated guess and shotgun it.

One of these ought to come close.

Oh.

Did you check on them?

Is Skyler in a better place?

No, she's still at that place off of Eubank.

Kids are both still with her for the moment.

There's no court date yet.

The news was talking about a grand jury, but they didn't say when.

I saw her public defender on TV.

Looks like a deer in the headlights.

Think I got socks older than him.

What are they doing for money?

She's doing taxi dispatch, part-time.

Leaves the baby with a neighbor when she goes in.

I saw her shopping one time.

She looks pretty good.

And she's using her maiden name.

I wouldn't take that personally, under the circumstances.

Those working for you?

Yeah, yeah.

I took a run by your old house.

The auction's still pending.

They put a fence up around it.

They put up a fence?

Seems like the place got to be kind of a tourist attraction.

Kids breaking in.

The neighbors complained, so the bank put up a fence.

You ready?

Hm?

Yeah.

ED:

Sorry about last time.

It should go better now.

I watched a couple of YouTube videos.

It's all about finding the vein.

Give it to me.

I'll do it.

Here, you do it.

Make a fist. Tight.

There we go.

All right, it's just...

Stick.

That's it. Okay. Hey.

Pretty good. There you go.

Think I had worse my last physical.

I will see you on...

Let's see.

Afternoon of the 15th.

Stay a little longer?

Yeah, I got a long trip ahead of me.

Two hours?

I'll give you another $10,000.

Please.

Ten thousand.

One hour.

Cards?

[DRAWER OPENS AND CLOSES]

All right, well...

The game will be seven-card.

I'll deal, since you are encumbered.

One of these days, when you come up here,

I'll be dead.

My money over there.

What happens to it then?

What if I ask you to give it to my family?

Would you do it?

If I said yes... would you believe me?

You wanna cut the cards?

No.

A king.

Two kings.

[WIND WHISTLING]

[FIRE CRACKLING]

[COUGHING]

[RING CLINKING]

[GRUNTING]

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[COUGHING]

[PA BEEPS]

WOMAN [OVER PA]:

Flynn White to

the principal's office, please.

I'm sorry to pull you out of class.

It's your aunt Marie.

It sounds very important.

You can take it in here, okay?

Okay.

Here he is.

Thank you.

Hey, Aunt Marie.

What's--? What's going on?

Hold on a sec, honey.

ANNOUNCER [ON TV]:

Look at those numbers

for Denver.

Things haven't gone

their way.

Son, it's me.

Please, don't let on.

Carmen is nearby, right?

She cannot know.

Son, are you there?

Yes.

It's so good to hear your voice.

I, uh...

I, uh...

Son, the things that they're saying

about me.

I did wrong.

I made some terrible mistakes.

But the reasons were always...

Things happened that I never intended.

I never intended--

[WALT SNIFFLING OVER PHONE]

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?

Yes.

Okay, good.

Okay, he's a good kid.

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 money inside.

About $100,000. Okay?

I think.

It was all that I could fit

into the box.

It has to be a secret.

If anyone says a word, the police will take it.

[CRYING]

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?

You want to send money?

Yes. Good.

Good, good.

So you'll talk to Louis, right?

You killed Uncle Hank.

You killed him!

Listen. Wait. Wait, son.

Please--

No. What you did to Mom--

You asshole.

You killed Uncle Hank.

Listen to me.

You've got to listen to me.

Just shut up.

Just stop it. Stop it.

I don't want anything

from you.

I don't give a shit.

You need this money.

You killed Uncle Hank.

You killed him!

Your mother needs this money.

It can't all be for nothing.

What you did--

Please. Please.

Just shut up. Shut up.

Will you just--?

Just leave us alone.

You asshole!

[SNIFFLING]

Why are you still alive?

Why won't you just die

already?

Please--

Just-- Just die.

[LINE DISCONNECTS]

ANNOUNCER 1 [ON TV]:

Wagner hasn't had to be

really stellar tonight.

Made solid saves

back in the first period.

[ANNOUNCERS SPEAKING

INDISTINCTLY ON TV]

ANNOUNCER 2:

You know, that's probably--

Going back,

look at Wagner's numbers,

it seems like he's one of

the last goalies in the league.

They don't wanna

put pressure on this guy.

ANNOUNCER 1:

Kevin Granato looks to make

a move, had the puck taken.

Denver comes back out

the other way.

[COINS JINGLING]

ANNOUNCER 1:

--by Graham Melanson

off Rycroft. Who else?

[LINE RINGING]

Boy, he's been

all over the ice tonight.

MAN [OVER PHONE]:

DEA, Albuquerque

District Office.

How may I direct your call?

I'd like to speak to the agent in charge of the Walter White investigation.

Who may I say is calling?

Walter White.

MAN:

Hello? Hello?

Sir?

Sir, are you still there?

ANNOUNCER 2 [ON TV]:

--this is not just a goalie

out there, it's a whole team.

ANNOUNCER 1:

Two forty-nine remaining

in the third period.

BARTENDER:

You ready for that drink now?

Dimple Pinch. Neat.

BARTENDER:

You got it.

ANNOUNCER 1:

--and Melanson, with a good

look, makes the save.

ANNOUNCER 2:

That's why you need good,

solid breakout passes.

Matt Peterson--

Englehart wins the draw,

back to Peterson,

goes behind the net,

makes a terrible breakout pass,

goes right to Hackard.

He just winds up,

puts it on net here.

Turnovers, turnovers.

When you get turnovers in the

offensive zone, chances happen.

Hopefully

it won't happen again.

ANNOUNCER 1:

Turnovers generally--

[CHANNELS CHANGING ON TV]

WOMAN 1:

I wasn't sure you'd come.

MAN 1:

I'm not staying--

MAN 2:

Is this transfer good on the--?

WOMAN 2:

Darker than a normal rosé--

MAN 3:

For us, it's always been

science first, and--

Wait, would you--?

Would you--?

Would you go back, please?

MAN 4: ShamWows--

ELLIOTT: More of a by-product.

There.

GRETCHEN: Exactly.

BARTENDER: What, this?

Yes.

ROSE:

But just yesterday,

your charity,

the Gretchen and

Elliott Schwartz Foundation,

announced

a $28 million grant

for drug-abuse

treatment centers

throughout the Southwest.

ELLIOTT:

Charlie, the Southwest

is our home,

and we couldn't just ignore

what's going on

in our own backyard.

ROSE:

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.

ELLIOTT:

That's not exactly the way--

ROSE:

To cleanse yourselves,

so to speak,

of having

a methamphetamine kingpin

as cofounder

of your company.

ELLIOTT:

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 nothing to do with

the creation of the company

and still less to do

with growing it.

ROSE:

So, what was Walter White's

contribution?

ELLIOTT:

You know, to be honest...

Honey?

The company name.

The company name.

We came up with it

by combining our names.

"Schwartz" means "black."

Black plus white

makes gray.

Hence

Gray Matter Technologies.

ELLIOTT:

Exactly.

As far as I can recall,

his contribution

begins and ends there.

ROSE:

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?

GRETCHEN:

No, he's not.

You sound very sure.

GRETCHEN:

I am.

I can't speak

to this Heisenberg

that people refer to,

but whatever he became,

the sweet, kind,

brilliant man

that we once knew long ago,

he's gone.

ROSE:

But to be absolutely clear...

[♪♪♪]

[GUN COCKS]

COP 1:

Police! Hands!

Show us your hands.

Show us your hands.

MAN:

What's going on?

COP 2:

Let's see your hands!

[♪♪♪]

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