"Are we done?" "No, now listen, I, uh" "This attack on my brother-in-law," "I don't" " I don't know what it means." "Please..." "I fear for my family." "I'm sure they'll be fine." "I am told the assassin that survived is gravely injured." "It's doubtful he'll live." "Now thank me and shake my hand." "Uh, thank you." "Thank you again." "You're quite welcome, Mr. White." "What's happening?" "The time?" "8:43." "Time of death, 20:43." "Burn in hell, you piece of shit." "One suspected gunman died at the scene." "The second succumbed to his wounds earlier this evening at an area hospital." "Agents with the DEA and FBI in conjunction with APD homicide detectives, are working with Mexican law enforcement in an attempt to identify deceased sospect." "I can give you highlights." "Your nephews grew impatient." "They continue to press me for my permission to kill Walter White." "When I wouldn't give it, they settled instead for DEA agent Schrader." "Their phone call was placed to Agent Schrader moments before the attack, thus giving him the upper hand." "Marco was shot in the face and died instantly." "Leonel lingered for several hours." "The warning call to the DEA agent" "Juan Bolsa may have some insight into who placed it." "But yesterday, the federales were at his hacienda, and in the confusion, Juan was shot dead." "An accident, perhaps." "A mistake made by his own men, though we may never know." "At any rate, I thought you should hear from me." "This is what comes of blood for blood, Hector." "Sangre por sangre." "So is this the loud one?" "What?" "I can never remember." "Is this the loud machine with the magnets?" "No." "This is the PET/CT scan." "Positron emission tomography." "They pair that with the computed X-ray tomography." "Quiet." "No magnets." "Right." "Okay." "Yeah, thanks." "I'm still pretty new at this." "I mean, one minute I'm starting a new business." "My wife and I are thinking about having kids." "Walk into a doctor's office, and suddenly, boom" "Life as I know it-- Excuse me." "Yes." "I'm" " I'm waiting to hear a progress report on that thing we discussed." "So call me." "Anyway, so for me, that's been the biggest wake-up call-- letting go, giving up control." "It's like they say-- you know, man plans, and God laughs." "That is such bullshit." "Excuse me?" "Never give up control." "Live life on your own terms." "Yeah." "No." "I get what you're saying." "But" " But, uh, cancer's cancer, so" "Oh, to hell with your cancer." "I've been living with cancer for the better part of a year." "Right from the start, it's a death sentence." "It's what they keep telling me." "Well, guess what." "Every life comes with a death sentence." "So every few months, I come in here for my regular scan, knowing full well that one of these times-- hell, maybe even today" "I'm going to hear some bad news." "But until then, who's in charge?" "Me." "That's how I live my life." "This residue here is why we descale with cool water from the walk-in and not water from the tap, remember?" "Yeah." "Do it again, please." "Pollos Hermanos, where something delicious is always cooking." "Yes, detective." "Gustavo, thanks for coming in." "My pleasure." "How's Kathi?" "Much better, thank you." "And you know Hank Schrader." "Ah, yes, indeed." "And Steve Gomez." "How was your meal?" "Agent Schrader and I had a chance to catch up in one of my restaurants a few days ago." "I'd eat there every day, but I wouldn't fit through the door." "Well, should we get started?" "Yeah." "I'd like to record this conversation, if that's okay." "Of course." "The DEA is working on an investigation which may overlap with my own, so I've asked them to sit in with us today." "Gus, we all appreciate your coming in here to talk to us, but you have the right to have an attorney present also." "Oh, well, I can't see how that would be necessary." "But then again I have no idea why I'm here." "So you wish to continue?" "Please." "I'm very anxious to find out what this is all about." "Sir, your fingerprints were found at a crime scene." "Really?" "That's surprising." "A drug-related homicide." "Gale Boetticher's apartment." "So you knew the victim." "15 years ago, I established a chemistry scholarship at UNM." "I named it after Maximino Arsiniega, a dear friend of mine who died too young." "Gale was a recipient of this scholarship." "He was, uh, perhaps one of three dozen." "I see." "And Mr. Boetticher graduated in... 1999." "That sounds right." "And you kept in regular contact with him over all this time?" "Oh, no." "I hadn't seen Gale for years until I ran into him a few weeks ago." "Ran into him where?" "At the restaurant." "Uh, well, "ran into" isn't quite accurate, as I assume he came by to re-establish contact with me." "We caught up briefly." "He invited me to dinner the following night, and I accepted." "It was, uh, perhaps a week later" "I read about him in the paper." "Drug related, you said?" "It's a good possibility." "The paper made no mention of that." "I assumed that it was a random crime." "So after years with no contact, he shows up in your restaurant, remakes your acquaintance, and invites you to dinner?" "Yeah, he wanted money." "Gale Boetticher asked you for money?" "He didn't come right out and say that." "He spoke in terms of a vague investment opportunity, but it was my suspicion, yes, as to why he invited me into his home." "He was a very talented chemist, but for reasons I never understood, he was more interested in taking shortcuts than what would or could have been a very promising career." "But personal shortcomings notwithstanding, he was a warm, gentle person, and I thought a lot of him." "At any rate, I, uh, declined his business offer, and, after what was a very pleasant meal, left." "Can you tell us where you were on the night of Wednesday the 23rd at around 8 p.m.?" "Not an accusation, just a question." "Oh, I understand." "Let's see." "23rd." "Ah." "I was at a fundraiser at Presbyterian Hospital." "I was there from 7 to about 10." "Anyone else?" "Uh, sorry, yeah." "Just, uh, just one other thing." "Uh, is Gustavo Fring your real name?" "Is it my real name?" "I know you're a Chilean national, but there are no records of you ever living there." "Really?" "I mean, records show that you immigrated to Mexico in 1986, and then, a couple of years later, you were granted an entry visa to the United States." "But there's no record of Gustavo Fring ever having existed in Chile, which I find-- I don't know-- uh, strange." "Well, really, it isn't." "General Pinochet's government was guilty of a great many sins." "First and foremost were his human rights abuses." "But it was also notoriously unreliable at keeping records." "I'm sure, if you keep digging, you'll find me." "Okay." "I think that's it, Gus." "Uh, thank you." "I hope that I was of some small help." "You were, absolutely." "Thank you." "You're very welcome." "Good to see you again." "Oh, no." "No, please, please." "Thank you." "Thanks." "Gentlemen." "So.." "Are we buying?" "This thing with his name-- what are you thinking there?" "Sure, the record keeping in South America is hit or miss." "I mean, we run into that all the time, right?" "We usually find something." "I mean, before '86, this guy's a ghost." "If the State Department wasn't satisfied with his records, they wouldn't have naturalized him." "Well, maybe, but he immigrated from Mexico in '89." "You know, the state just wasn't as tough on background checks pre-9/11." "Regardless, I don't know what this has to do with the case at hand." "I was definitely curious when his prints show up at Boetticher's apartment, but for me, the scholarship thing explains it." "Well, I'll admit to a certain degree of bias." "This man has been a longtime friend of DEA, but that being said, uh..." "I thought his story was credible." "Well, I agree." "I think it was a good story." "Still, why are we hearing it now?" "What do you mean?" "Well, like you said, he's a-- this man's a big law enforcement booster." "One day he's reading a newspaper and sees that somebody he just had dinner with, somebody he thought a lot of, was murdered." "He reads this, and he doesn't make a phone call?" "Doesn't call you or one of his other cop friends to share his connection with the case or ask about the investigation." "We can't predicate a criminal investigation on a person not making phone calls." "What do you think, Tim?" "Well, I want to follow up on the scholarship, the alibi." "But my overall impression?" "I believed him." "Nice touch." "Bird bath." "Hey, tiger." "How's it hanging?" "Good." "Yeah." "So, very nice." "What's the damage?" "1,200 a month." "I did a lot of researching for this neighborhood." "It's a pretty good deal." "You kidding me?" "That's a great deal." "Uh, speaking of which, ahem." "That's for the week, plus there's a little extra in there for any move-related incidentals." "Thank you." "Hey, champ, how's the new school?" "Good." "I loved school when I was your age." "Seesaws, story time, chasing girls with sticks." "Ha ha ha ha!" "It wasn't until the fifth grade that I found out she liked me, too." "But by then her family had moved to Scottsdale, so... carpe diem, okay?" "Okay." "All right, good boy." "Ha!" "So, um, you'll thank Jesse again from both of us." "You got it." "So is he" " How's he doing?" "Jesse?" "He's good." "He's, uh... he's busy." "How is it?" "Oh, there's space, lots of light." "It's" " A little garden out back." "It's nice." "And Brock?" "How's he doing?" "Hey, look, I don't mind dropping checks off every week like Ed McMahon." "But if you really want to know how they're doing, why don't you go see for yourself?" "I'll catch you later." "Hey, you going to need a ride home?" "No." "Great." "Anyway, I'm proud for not losing my cool." "Plus it shows our wipe-down crew that I will support them if a customer is being really rude to them." "You're really taking to this whole be your own boss thing." "Yeah." "I guess I am." "Actually," "I'm thinking about making a move up to management." "Mmm." "Ah, Jesus." "Corporate America, look out." "Oh, excuse me." "I would be a vast improvement." "No one in Kleinman's entire front office knows the first thing about giving an X-ray, which just-- ahh." "Hey, Dad, uh, whatever happened with your scan?" "Did" " Did you get the results back?" "Yeah." "I did." "And I'm still in remission." "So you're all going to have to be stuck with me for a while longer." "Cheers, buddy." "What about you, Hank?" "How you feeling these days?" "Well, I'm getting there." "The other day, he had a big powwow with all the DEA muckity-mucks." "What was that about?" "Nothing." "Just a dead end." "He won't tell me, either." "Apparently, it's all very hush-hush." "Hey, Walt, can you do me a favor?" "Uh, Marie's working tomorrow, and there's this gem and mineral show that's opening at the fairgrounds." "I wondered if you can maybe give me a lift." "Yeah." "Sure." "I had a collection of my own back in high school." "I mean, nothing fancy." "Just entry-level beryls and garnets, one passable black tourmaline." "Turn right here." "Okay." "But I did have one piece of morganite that was very special." "It had been heat treated, so it had that classic cast to it, that rose, almost salmon hue, you know?" "Hey, Walt, there's no rock show, okay?" "I just said that so Marie wouldn't freak." "Take a right here." "Freak about what?" "Hank, where are we going?" "You hungry?" "We're not here for the chicken." "Kill the engine." "All right, heh heh heh." "You ready for your mind to be blown?" "Uh, sure." "Gustavo Fring." "Remember him?" "He came down to the hospital after the shooting and put up the reward?" "He" " He" " He sponsors the DEA Fun Run every year." "You" " You've met him." "Yeah, the-- the Fun Run guy." "Yeah, that-- that guy" "Yeah." "What about him?" "Well, I suspect-- and I can't prove it, mind you, but I suspect... the man's a drug dealer." "Hmm." "Yeah." "Methamphetamine." "I mean, honest to God, I really believe that this guy's maybe one of the biggest movers in the southwest." "Remember Gale Boetticher?" "The, uh, that sad sack from the karaoke video tape?" "Yeah." "And you said that he didn't strike you as being the boss-man type, that probably there was a much bigger guy out there, right?" "Hank, that was-- that was just speculation." "Doesn't matter." "It made me keep at it." "And guess what I find." "Chicken man's fingerprints at Boetticher's murder scene." "So we bring him in" "You think that-- that Gustavo Fring killed Gale Boetticher?" "Well, probably not." "I mean, these guys use, you know, like, a dunce to pull the trigger, right?" "But his fingerprints being there was enough for us to bring him in." "So I-- So you brought him in to the police?" "Right." "He sits down to talk with us." "The problem is that he" "What did you ask him?" "What did he say?" "Walt, will you let me finish my story here?" "Sorry." "I'm just, uh, interested." "You know." "Yeah, all right." "So we bring him in, and he proceeds to kick our asses, okay?" "He's got an explanation for the fingerprints, right?" "He's got an alibi for Gale's murder." "I mean, he's got reasons for everything." "This guy is Terms of Endearment convincing." "So he's not guilty?" "Well, as far as DEA and APD are concerned, he's not." "Officially, Fring's not a suspect." "Something deep down says he's my guy." "Just got to prove it." "Hank, why-- why are you telling me this?" "I need a favor." "What favor?" "See that Volvo station wagon over there?" "I mean, the guy drives a 10-year-old Volvo." "It's brilliant." "Anyway, listen." "What I need for you to do... stick this on it." "GPS tracker." "You know, wifey thinks hubby's screwing around on her, but she wants to be sure." "Hmm." "You stick this on the car." "This part right here?" "It's a magnet." "And see where he goes." "Cool, huh?" "289 from SkyMall." "Unfortunately, it's not live use, so we got to come back later and, you know, take it off and stick it in the computer." "Still, pretty amazing times we live in here." "Hank, isn't that illegal?" "I mean, isn't there some sort of unlawful search and" "That's, uh, known as extra-legal, but trust me." "It's our little secret." "Look, it's easy, okay?" "Here's what you do." "You untie your shoelace, then you head toward the restaurant." "As you're walking past the car, you look down-- "Oh, hey, darn, my shoe's untied."" "Okay?" "Now, when you-- when you-- when you bend down to tie your shoe, you, uh, you stick this up into the wheel well." "Then you go inside and, I don't know" "Hank, I" " I don't" "I don't feel good about this at all." "Look, Walt, I" " I" " I know that this sort of thing is outside your comfort zone" "No." "I mean this is a mistake." "Walt, I need you to help me out here, okay?" "I mean, this is really important to me." "Jesus, just-- You make me beg you?" "Come on, just stick it in there." "Yeah." "Just act normal." "May I help you?" "I" " I" "Sir, may I help you?" "Look, I" "I didn't do it." "See?" "I didn't do it." "Do it." "Do it." "May I help you with your order?" "I, uh" "What the hell is he" "Just, uh, made sure it was secure." "Uh." "Where's my soda?" "Just kidding." "Let's" " Let's go." "Look, I" "I swear to God I thought I was driving the man to a gem and mineral show." "And all of a sudden he has me pulling into your restaurant and-- and-- and telling me that he's investigating you." "Look, you and I, we've had our differences, but I would never" "Look, m-my brother-in-law, evidence-wise, has nothing." "He's" " He's operating on pure conjecture, and no one-- not one person that he works with-- thinks that you are anyone other than an owner of a fast food chain." "But if something were to happen to Hank, then that would only draw their attention to you and therefore to me as well." "So we have a mutual interest in resolving this without violence." "I will make sure that he discovers nothing." "Jesse!" "What?" "All right." "Don't wait to be, like, invited." "Are we alone?" "So where do we stand?" "Where do we stand on what?" "Where do we stand with the thing?" "The thing that you were supposed to do." "I assume you haven't done it." "You didn't lose it, did you?" "You would tell me if you lost it, right?" "Oh, Jesus." "Asshole." "You creaming to get it done?" "Go do it yourself." "If he didn't see me coming like he's some kind of" "This" " All right, look." "Our timetable has advanced." "You have got to make this meeting happen this week, tomorrow-- tonight, if possible." "Oh." "Tonight." "Wow." "What are you, high?" "My brother-in-law" "My DEA agent brother-in-law" "He's on to Gus." "Huh." "Did you hear what I just said?" "My brother-in-law is on to Gus." "Ah, yeah, yeah, I got it." "Your brother-in-law, okay?" "I'm thinking." "Look, uh, so what if this is like math or algebra?" "You add a plus douche bag to a minus douche bag and you get, like, zero douche bags." "I've got some math for you." "Hank catching Gus equals Hank catching us." "Hank-- Geez." "He's relentless, all right?" "He won't quit." "Yeah, well, he's got nothing is all I can say." "Oh, and how would you know that?" "Because he's still above ground." "You think a dude like Gus would let your boy anywhere near him?" "He'll break out his box cutter on his sorry gimp ass." "So you haven't even seen him since that time at the diner." "Okay." "Shh." "Think." "All right." "Um, they've got to be figuring that we've talked, so you need to tell Mike that you are worried about Hank's investigation." "Okay?" "Hank already knows who you are, by the way." "And besides, you actually did kill Gale, so there's that." "This is all good fodder for you to request a sit-down with Gus so you can discuss what you would say in case Hank brings you in for questioning." "Okay?" "Now you just-- you just say that you want to be-- no, that-- that you need to be able to be properly coached, and when you're near him" "you put this to use." "He's just going to tell me to shut my mouth if I get busted." "He ain't going to set up no meeting." "Well, then insist on it, damn it!" "Act panicked." "Gus' ass is on the line," "And trust me." "He will meet with you if he thinks that you're a liability." "No, he will waste me if he thinks I'm a liability." "You know what?" "Whatever, man." "I'm going to take a piss." "Uh, I think you got a phone call." "Anything important?" "Yes?" "I did some digging around." "And?" "Neither the DEA nor the APD considers you a person of interest." "Schrader's looking into you totally on his lonesome." "A voice in the wilderness." "Does he have resources?" "Just him, his credit card, and his chauffeur Walter." "From what I hear, he would be committing career suicide if he were to mention you to Merkert again." "So no warrant for the tracking device on my car." "No." "The guy's gone totally maverick." "He's Miss Daisy with binoculars." "We watch our backs, make sure we don't throw him any bones, he'll never make a case." "What about Chile?" "If I can't find any trace of you before '89," "I seriously doubt Schrader can." "Seems to me the bigger problem's the cartel." "We can handle them if that's all we've got on our plate." "But dealing with both Schrader and the Mexicans at the same time, if he happens to be watching when they make a move, they could be the perfect storm." "Thank you." "I'll be in touch." "Hello, Hector." "The cartel has given me its ultimatum, to which I've said no." "DEA agent Schrader-- uh, he's a concern." "He's looking into my past." "Is today the day, Hector?" "Si." "Look at me, Hector." "Look... at... me." "Maybe next time."