"So cigarettes and gas is... $79.70" "Crap." "Oh, there's an ATM right outside." "Yeah, I don't have a card." "Well, you can write a personal check with I.D." "Kind of in between banks right now." "You think I could just come back later?" "I'm totally good for it." "I'd come back." "I swear." "If it were me, I'd be, "Totally, you know, no problem."" "But my dad is this ginormous hardass." "He was in Fallujah for a year, and he always checks the receipts." "I mean, like...always." "I've got to call him." "I'm sorry." "Wait, wait, wait." "Hold" " Hold on a second." "Maybe if we could, um... trade." "Ever try it?" "I mean, I smoke pot a lot sometimes." "I party." "But" " But that stuff's really addictive, right?" "Not really." "It's just a media thing." "You know?" "What's it like?" "It's awesome." "Everything's maximum interesting." "You get these really cold and sharp-like action dagger feelings." "It's awesome." "Come on." "What do you say?" "Have a nice day." "Now, how does it feel?" "Does it hurt?" "Yeah, it's tight." "Okay, but is it painful?" "It's hard to breathe." "Well, you need your breathing." "Uh, well-- although let's not lose sight of the fact that you were the victim of a terrible accident, Antonio, so some discomfort is to be expected." "Let's go with that one." "Mucho gusto en conocerle, señora." "La proxima vez, cashier's check, por favor." "Oh, and spread the word." "I'm building a class-action, flight 515." "Victims' families would be great, but I'll take anyone on he ground who suffered emotionally-- anxiety, sleeplessness, you get the picture." "Trouble?" "Ted Beneke?" "You cannot be serious." "That guys is a joke." "You know what, Walt?" "You know what?" "You called my bluff." "I called your-- What does that even mean?" "You dared me to tell the police, and I couldn't do it, so you win." "If you want to stay in this house, fine, but we are not married anymore." "I told you that I was done cooking meth, Skyler." "Oh, right." "I promised you that." "And so what?" "At least I didn't run off to go" "Jesus!" "I mean, everything that I did" "I did for this family." "Oh, yeah, you just keep telling yourself that." "Oh, and what is that supposed to mean?" "You don't like it?" "Then leave and take your drug money with you." "That's what you want." "Jesus." "Garbage disposal." "You think this will get me to move out?" "You can screw Ted." "You can screw the butcher, the mailman, whoever you want." "Screw them all." "I'm not going anywhere." "Good." "Suit yourself." "Is this a good or bad thing?" "You want me to suit myself?" "I'll suit myself to his face!" "It's a bad thing." "Hello." "Ahem." "Walter White to see Ted Beneke." "I'm sorry." "Mr. Beneke's on a conference call." "Mm-hmm, okay." "I will wait." "It could be a while." "I have all the time in the world." "Okay." "Here we go." "Okay." "Excuse me." "Mr. Beneke's not available." "Ted?" "Come on." "Ted, I can see you." "I can see you standing right there in your office." "Now, come on." "Open the door." "Come on, let's talk." "I just want to talk." "That's all." "Come on, let's be men about this." "Huh?" "Okay?" "How about that?" "Aha." "Hey, Walt, I'm kind of in the middle of something right now." "Oh, yes, you are." "So open the door." "You're damn right you are." "You're right in the middle." "Just open the door, and let's talk about it, okay?" "Open the door, Ted, right now." "All right, you don't want to be a man about it?" "Okay." "Plan B. How do you like that?" "Plan B." "Oh, dear God." "Plan B!" "Walt." "Walt." "Walt." "What are you doing?" "I'm talking with Ted." "Oh, Jesus." "Huh?" "Next time, you'll open the door." "Oh, damn it." "I'm just here to talk." "I just want to talk to him." "God." "Can I just talk?" "I just want to talk to him." "I'm just talk" "All right." "All right, all right, all right, I'm calm." "I'm calm." "Fuck." "Aah!" "Aah!" "What do you want?" "What do you want?" "Hey!" "Hey, come on." "What the hell is wrong with you?" "You act like you're the first guy this ever happened to." "I caught my second wife screwing my stepdad, okay?" "It's a cruel world, Walt." "Grow up." "I just wanted to talk to him." "Yeah, well, now I'm talking to you." "Consider this an intervention." "You could have been arrested back there." "You understand." "I mean, speaking as your lawyer," "I'm always looking for billable hours, but speaking as your business associate," "I'm strongly advising that you get your shit together." "Just cool it with this Beneke guy, at least for now." "Okay?" "Let's talk shop because I think this is a great opportunity to channel some of that negative energy into something positive." "How did you know?" "Sorry?" "About Skyler." "About where to find me just now." "How did you know?" "That's just my meticulousness." "Don't bog down in detail, Walt." "The lesson here" "Did you bug my house?" "Yeah, but I didn't know it was your house, did I?" "You had moved out." "Besides, you basically told me to." "I told you to?" "You strongly hinted that I should." "You were worried about your wife, remember?" "You were concerned she might say something to the police." "What?" "No, no, that's not true." "When the hell did I say that?" "Let's not get lost in the who, what, and whens." "The point is we did our due diligence, and she didn't talk." "She kept quiet." "She stood by you, Walt, which, if you ask me, is the ironical silver lining here." "I mean, on the one hand, sure, she snuck off the reservation to get some dirty, damp, and deep." "On the other hand" "You're fired!" "You're done!" "Good." "Oh, boo-hoo, I won't cook meth anymore." "You're a crybaby." "Who needs you?" "Hey, I'm unplugging the Web site, so no more money laundering." "How do you like that?" "I want those bugs out of my house today." "I want them out now!" "Oh, you just bought a $300 suit, psycho!" "Door." "Great, drilled right into the stucco." "Oh, a little bit of putty, you'll be fine." "Just make sure you get all of those things." "A, these things cost $800 apiece." "B, you're not that interesting." "So yeah, I'll get all of them, Walter." "Great line of work, by the way." "Real upstanding field." "Yep, well..." "I enjoy it." "You're free to leave now." "Anytime." "You know, Walter, sometimes it doesn't hurt to have someone watching your back." "Mr. White?" "Hi." "What's up?" "I can't begin to understand what you're going through, Walt, with all of your health concerns and the stresses you've been under." "Still, as educators, there are certain responsibilities we need to be meeting here to the school and to the students themselves." "Yeah, of course." "Is this a Wheaten terrier?" "Uh, Norfolk." "Norfolk?" "That's surprising." "Walt, could you come back over here and have a seat, please?" "Sure." "You've been absent a lot recently, and when you are here at school, there have been some behavioral questions, and frankly I'm concerned." "Hm." "Thank you." "Are you feeling okay?" "And do you think maybe I should call Skyler?" "Um...nah." "Let's just keep this..." "What?" "Hey!" "Walt, what's wrong with you?" "You know, look, you're the one who was talking about D.C., okay?" "This is how you get there." "You answer the bell." "You pay your dues." "Besides, it's-- you know, it's a big deal to get picked for this." "El Paso's like the Super Bowl." "I could get killed crossing the street, okay?" "Whatever." "I want to go." "What about last time?" "What about last time?" "Schrader." "Hey, Sheriff." "Yeah." "Blue, huh?" "Yeah, yeah." "Thing is, uh" "Thing is I'm supposed to be getting on a plane right now." "The stuff this guy had was blue." "You sure about that?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I want to talk to him." "Taxi." "Hi." "Man, I'm sorry." "I needed to talk to you, but you weren't at your apartment." "No, I moved back home." "That's good, right?" "Yeah." "Yo, did you just get fired?" "No." "No, no, no, it's, uh... more like a sabbatical." "Indefinite." "Yeah." "Oh." "Uh..." "So what's up?" "Uh, should we go somewhere?" "No." "This is fine." "So, um, I want an intro to your guy." "What guy?" "Your guy." "Your distribution guy," "The guy Saul hooked you up with." "No, no, no, no, no." "Come on, Jesse." "I thought about it, and I want to." "It's the one thing I'm good at." "No, that is just not true." "You're good at a lot of things, son." "Like what?" "What about your sobriety?" "I told you." "I'm not using." "Ever." "I just want back into the business." "Well, I don't." "I'm sorry." "I know, and that's cool." "I'm not asking you to cook." "What's this?" "In the end, I just went with two reflux condensers." "I didn't want to lose track of my Ph levels, but I did everything else just like you taught me." "Super careful in my amounts and watched the numbers every step of the way." "So what do you think?" "It's good, right?" "What in the hell is this?" "What?" "What?" "This." "This." "This is my product." "This is my formula." "This is mine." "Okay, it's our product, but yeah, I was going to cut you in." "You were going to cut me in?" "No, no, no." "I cut you in." "What the hell is your problem?" "All I'm asking is for you to set a meet." "Absolutely not." "Why?" "Because I am not going to lend my name to an inferior product." "I mean, look at the diameters here." "What did you use for reduction?" "Don't tell me." "Platinum dioxide, right?" "No." "Mercury-aluminum amalgam." "The dioxide's too hard to keep wet." "All right, well, you must've done it wrong, then." "Your color is all cloudy, so you were struggling with distillation, too." "Now, this is very shoddy work, Pinkman." "I'm actually embarrassed for you." "What?" "No way." "I gave out samples, and everyone said it was the bomb." "Oh, they said it was the bomb." "And who are they?" "I wonder." "Huh?" "A bunch of meth heads?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "They should know, right?" "Yeah, well, sorry." "I can't help you." "Fine, asswad." "You know what?" "I'll contact the guy myself." "Oh, yeah?" "Good luck with that because my guy is a pro, and he doesn't deal with junkies." "You know what?" "Eat me." "Anytime, loser." "Hey." "Hey!" "Hey." "Hey!" "I can't believe it's only 4:00." "This day is dragging." "Mm." "I wish I could stay." "So stay." "What's stopping you?" "What?" "Like everything, you mean?" "How about my lunatic husband refusing to leave the house?" "Ahem." "So move in here." "And then my son hating me even more." "Nah." "It'll pass." "I went through that with the girls." "They adapt." "And now everyone at work thinks I'm an evil, ladder-climbing whore." "They're all fired effective immediately." "What else?" "Oh, aren't you the answer man." "Where did it" "Where did it go wrong, exactly-- you and Walt?" "I mean, I always saw him as kind of... mild-mannered." "Something, I don't know, change when he got sick, or...?" "I don't know what changed, Ted, and I just don't feel really comfortable talking about it." "Sorry." "Just asking out of self-interest." "Got to make sure I don't make the same mistake." "I would be amazed." "Just let me see if I'm following you here, Russell." "You got this stuff from some guy at Gasparza's who was wearing tan pants and who you're 80% sure had a mustache." "That's it, right?" "That's your brain working at maximum capacity?" "Russell." "Everything all right in there?" "Mel." "The dude's name was Mel." "Well, there you go." "See?" "You served an actual earthly function." "I can't believe I remembered that." "Mel who?" "Does he have a last name?" "Yeah, uh, Mel." "Wait." "Was it Mel?" "Um..." "Mark." "It was definitely an "M" name." "Oh, man, I'm losing it." "Wait, wait." "Yeah." "It's gone." "It's gone." "It was an "M" name, though." "I remember the "muh" sound." "Oh." "Huh?" "We'll go with the "muh" sound." "Thanks a lot." "Yeah." "Appreciate it." "He definitely had tan pants." "Remind me to get a vasectomy." "Okay, it's after 9, so this bar that Girl George is at, probably wall-to-wall dirtbags by now." "Let's go have a little looky-loo, see if we can't find this M-named clown." "What?" "It's a lead." "Lead to what?" "To Heisenberg." "I told you it was only a matter of time before this guy booted up again." "Here we go, my friend." "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, Gomie." "Just apologize and buy me a beer." "Man, you're reaching." "This stuff could be a knockoff or left over from an older cook." "How do you know Heisenberg's gearing up again?" "How do I know?" "Because I know." "I don't get it." "This is the reason why you're blowing off the task force?" "Chase down teeners?" "I'm getting tired of all the second guessing." "If you're not sufficiently stimulated by this investigation, do us both a favor and ask for a transfer." "What is up with you lately?" "Starting bar fights?" "Turning down El Paso?" "And now this bullshit?" "Do you need to talk to someone or what?" "Talk to someone?" "Talk to who?" "I'm not trying to step on your toes, bro." "Okay?" "I'm just worried about you." "That's all." "Appreciate that...bro." "Now take your hand off my shoulder." "Yeah, yeah, the one that was on TV." "Did any little piece fall on your property?" "I'm not looking for an entire wing here, Mr. Linkas." "It could be a nut or a bolt." "It could be a bag of peanuts, just so long as it caused you pain and suffering." "Oh, no, no, no." "Closed." "Uh, calling you back." "You had your chance." "I told you to get him cooking again, and you blew it off, and now it's too late." "The guy's gone mass maniac on us!" "All I wanted was to show you two your potential, and what do I get in return?" "A bone contusion." "You want to see the scar?" "I wish you two had" "Hi, there." "How in the hell did you get Walt to" "I made it." "You know the guy who knows the guy, right?" "Uh, good news is, for a stage three cancer, the guy's doing well physically." "Mentally, the guy's a disaster." "He's gone off the rails over this thing with his wife." "My opinion, he's not coming back, not on his own." "Your friends were at his place again, by the way." "They drew something on the street outside his house." "The scythe." "Animals." "Does the lawyer know?" "Should he?" "No." "If you want this guy to produce again, why not just tell him?" "You're the only thing that stands between him and an ax in the head." "I don't believe fear to be an effective motivator." "I want investment." "For now, I'm simply interested in time frame." "He will live for the foreseeable future, yes?" "Mm, foreseeable, couple years at least, barring acts of G-- and men with axes." "Oh, from the lawyer," "I'm supposed to let you know the Pinkman kid is looking to sell." "I don't work with junkies." "That's what I thought you'd say." "Probably for the best." "What I hear, he and Walter are splitsville." "Really?" "That's what Goodman says." "Cats and dogs." "Do the deal." "Mm." "Hm." "You have one unheard message." "Agent Schrader, you need to be calling me back ASAP." "Clear?" "I've got Texas breathing down my neck, and I'm not about" "Yeah, I haven't see Matt" "Where can I find him, you think?" "No idea." "I haven't seen him" "I know." "You said that a few times." "Yeah, because I haven't seen him." "I don't know what else to say." "What's your name, darling?" "Cara." "Where did this come from, Cara?" "I" " I don't know." "What is it?" "Drugs?" "Look, I'm just going to come right out and say it." "Um, you're a bad liar, Cara." "Don't get me wrong." "Not the worst I've ever seen." "Once had a guy try to explain the dope balloon up his butt on bad Thai food." "Still, you're not a very good liar." "I honestly don't know" "Stop." "You look like a good kid." "I'm not here to get you in trouble, but you need to tell me where this came from right now!" "I never do stuff like this." "I swear to God." "I tried it, and I hated it, so I just gave it to Matt." "Okay, and who gave it to you?" "Some guy, he came in a couple days ago and wanted to trade it for gas." "Some guy?" "W-What's his name?" "Okay, w" "What did he look like?" "I don't know." "Um" "He looked pretty normal." "You know?" "Um, white-- um..." "I think his hair was lightish brown." "He had really blue eyes." "They were really, really blue." "He's dreamy." "Okay, w-w-what else?" "Piercings,ewelry, distinctive articles of clothing?" "Come on." "Come on." "Listen to me." "It's real important that I find the person that had these drugs, so if you can remember anything elsabout him..." "Come on." "He drove an RV." "Okay, good, good." "What can you remember?" "What kind of RV?" "What color?" "Did you spot a license plate?" "I don't knot the kinds, and I didn't see the license, but the color was, I think, white, brownish color." "I'm sorry." "I know I'm not helping you, but..." "Please don't tell my dad." "Cara." "Please tell me that that camera works." "Damn it." "Bingo." "These eggs are good, Mom." "Thanks." "Hey, you know what's weird?" "Dad's Web site." "It's been three days since the last donation." "Yeah, well... people lose interest." "Um..." "So how long are you off for?" "A few weeks." "Uh, we'll play it by ear." "I probably..." "pushed it, you know, going back to work so soon." "Think" " Think I can get a ride today?" "Louis has a doctor's appointment." "Uh...yeah." "Hey, so Dad can babysit now." "Right?" "You won't have to take Holly to work every day." "Sometime, maybe." "We'll see." "What's up?" "I think you'll seriously enjoy, yo." "Wait." "No, no." "No." "Wait." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey." "What the hell?" "This is only half." "That's right." "It's your half." "Yo!" "Where's the other half, bitch?" "I mean, it was, uh-- " "The whole thing was crazy, man." "Poor bastard." "I felt sorry for him." "He actually thought we were the cable guys, you know?" "Anyway, uh, um, sorry about those miscalls, Chief." "I'm changing providers." "It won't happen again." "Are you going to El Paso, Hank?" "Hell, yes!" "With pointed boots and bells on." "Just I got this break in the Heisenberg case." "The blue meth, you mean?" "The teenth?" "Yeah, well, that teenth got things rolling." "I traced it to a gas station in Cibola." "That's where I got these." "Now, the station's, uh, closed circuit, uh, was down-- surprise, surprise-- but I was able to pull some of these snapshots off an ATM security camera." "Hey, now, I always thought these guys might be camper cooking, right?" "First off, your typical Class C motor home is going to grunt at least 5,000 pounds of interior fixtures, okay?" "We're talking appliances, furniture, built-ins." "5,000 pounds at least, okay?" "See how high that suspension's riding?" "No way, no how, this thing's carrying that kind of weight." "I mean, this thing has been cleared out and stripped down to its tight and curlies." "For what?" "Blood bank?" "Maybe a bookmobile?" "There's no clear view of the plates." "Yeah, well, you can only get so lucky, right?" "But the fact that there's no front plate tells me its likely New Mexico registration." "I checked with DMV." "There are only 29 of these early '80s Bounders registered in the state." "Only 29?" "Yeah." "So I got to go, uh, you know, knock on some doors." "They need you in El Paso, Hank." "You bet." "I" " I" "I'm just going to wrap up this Heisenberg thing first." "So you're refusing the assignment." "No, I'm not." "I'll go." "It's just I need some more time." "You're not hearing me, Agent Schrader." "You're out of time." "Are you going to El Paso now?" "Tonight?" "Just a simple yes or no." "No." "I can't." "But that's only because" "I'm really close to something big here." "Better get to it, then." "This is KECA 480, Albuquerque news radio." "KECA news time 10:13." "Our top story this hour" "Donald Margolis, the air traffic controller criticized for his role in the recent air disaster in which 167 persons died, was rushed to an area hospital early this morning, apparently the victim of a self-inflicted gunshot wound." "Police won't say whether or not" "Your half." "Okay, okay."