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Hey.

Oh, God. Please.
Oh, jeez.

Please.

Please.

It's a bold plan,
Mr. White.

You sure this
is the way to go?

Yeah.

Gracias.

You see that?

What does he remember?
Not a whole lot.

He came in dehydrated
and disoriented,

but once we gave him fluids
he stabilized pretty quickly.

But I mean...

He knows where he is?
Oh, yes, yes. Absolutely.

It's only the last day or so
that seem to be missing.

Go on in.
He's probably awake.

Oh.

My God.

Oh, Walter.

I'm so sorry.

Come here.

You know who
I am, right?

Yes, son.
I know who you are.

Come here.
Give your old man a hug.

It's so good to see you.

How do you feel?

Better.

Yeah. I...

I feel like myself.

Really, I mean, in...

The past couple days are
missing, but other than that,

I- I- I feel fine.

My God, Walt.

What a day this
has been, huh?

So, Uncle Hank,
he was in a shootout?

A shootout?

He killed some guy.
Some big drug dealer.

Uncle Hank
wasted him.

Oh, my God.
Is he all right?

Absolutely fine.

Where did this happen?
How could he-?

Walt, everything's okay.

We're all okay.

We'll be all right.

And no idea what caused it?

No.

But they're gonna run
a whole series of tests, so...

But what could it be?

I mean, did they give you
a worst-case scenario?

Um, I really...

You know,
there's no point

in getting ahead of ourselves,
so...

Well, which supermarket?

Is it, like, a big one?
Like, a chain?

Marie.
I-

Don't get me wrong.

I think it's just great that,

you know he's back
and he's feeling better.

I just- I mean...

He- Naked?

He was naked.

Naked.

In a supermarket.

It wasn't Whole Foods, was it?

In any case,

I'm gonna get over there
as soon as I can.

No, no. Don't- Don't worry
about it right now, Marie.

How's Hank?

You know, I ran over here
and I got to see him all of

30 seconds before
they yanked him away.

You know, you'd think
today of all days

they'd let him
go home on time.

But how is he?

Really?

Hank?

He's indestructible,
you know that.

I identified myself and told
the suspect to show his hands,

turn and face me.

At this point, I identified
the suspect as Mr. Salamanca

and observed what appeared
to be a gunshot wound

in his midsection.

He was shot previous
to your arrival?

Yes, sir.

Again I instructed him
to show his hands.

Mr. Salamanca lunged
toward the vehicle

and fired on me
with what I ascertained

to be an M16 assault rifle.

I returned fire
and sought cover

as Mr. Salamanca proceeded
to engage me.

When he paused to reload,

I was able to take
an effective shot.

Agent Schrader, what were
you doing in a shooting fight

on your own,
with no backup?

Mr. Salamanca's presence was
not something I'd anticipated.

I was tending
to another matter.

What other matter?

An unrelated family matter.

Searching for your
brother-in-law, as I understand.

Your brother-in-law?

Yes, sir.
He's since been found.

He's fine. The whole thing
was a misunderstanding.

But at the time, he'd been
missing for several hours,

and since he's in poor health,
the whole family was concerned.

I was talking to his friends
and acquaintances,

trying to get a fix
on his whereabouts.

The Monte Carlo at the scene

belonged to a former student
of his,

a Jesse Pinkman.

I was tracking down
Mr. Pinkman's car

when I came across
Mr. Salamanca.

And what about this Pinkman?

What was his car doing
at the crime scene?

Have you run him down yet?

Not yet, but we're
working on it.

Man, they're like

Jehovah's Witnesses.

They don't give up.

I don't get it. Why don't they
just kick your door down?

They need probable cause.
Probable cause?

Yo, what did you do?
Rob a bank?

I told you,
this is serious shit.

I'm like an outlaw.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Holy Christ!

You're Willy Wonka.

You are Willy Wonka,
and I got the golden ticket.

Oh! Put me on your
magical boat, man.

Sail me down your
chocolaty river of meth.

So where you keep
the pseudo?

It's a P2P cook. That barrel?
Aqueous methylamine.

With that,
you don't need pseudo.

Come on, help me out, man.

No pseudo?

Come to me, beautiful baby.
I'm gonna be so good to you.

Oh, my God.
Just take this, here.

But I can't just let you
break this down.

I mean,
that'd be sacrilege.

I told you,
that's why we're here.

You saw the cops. Right?
Sure.

But couldn't we just
cook one quick batch?

You know, for the road?

No, forget it, all right?
This stuff has to go, like, now.

Dude, you owe me.

I mean,
we're cool and all,

but I ain't forgetting
you just left me stranded.

God, Badger!

Don't mess with me.

Got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Oh, my God.

Okay, that's all of it.

This was a bad choice.

You sure about this guy?

He's totally, totally cool.

He's my cousin.

Yo, what'd we say, 500?

We didn't say,
and it's 1000.

Thousand bucks?

Come on, where you
towing it, man, Seattle?

It ain't the miles,
it's the cargo.

Look, I mean,
all I got on me is...

560.

You know what?
Hey- No-

Clovis, he'll pay you
the rest later.

He's totally good for it.
Jesse's a stand-up dude.

That right?
You a stand-up dude?

Yeah, I am.

I will get you
the other 500.

Five hundred more.

Your word's
your bond, right?

Right.

I saved your
skinny ass, yo.

I totally vouched
for you.

What are you
doing now, exactly?

I'm giving you like
two hours,

and then I'm calling on
a pay phone, not a cell phone.

You're not using
your own name.

I mean, obviously.

Look, dude, I'll do, like,
what you said, but why?

Why do you gotta
go and do this?

They need probable cause.

I'm giving it to them.

What's the last thing
you remember?

Uh, well, I was driving home.

I think.

And...

Do you remember coming home?

You came in, and I asked
why you were out of breath?

You don't remember talking to me
when I was in the bathtub?

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

Nothing else?
No fleeting images?

Uh, well, no. I, um...

I- I was-

I was walking down
some road or highway

with a lot of headlights,

and I remember feeling fear.

Oh. That's it.
All right. Thank you.

Well, there's definitely
some good news here.

The MRI shows no metastases.

Meaning the cancer
hasn't spread to the brain?

Yeah, we're looking
really good.

Oh, thank God.

So, what was it, then?

Well, there's no sign
of stroke or seizure.

And considering your condition,
the blood panel looks good.

Then what are we talking about?
What-? What happened?

As of right now, we really

can't say.

Forgive me.

Granted, this is not my field,

but isn't it possible
that this had something to do

with all the prescriptions
I've been taking?

There's the antiemetic,

the antitussive,

the this, the that.
Not to mention the chemo itself.

Ahem. And being off all of them
for the past few days,

I have to say I'm feeling
much better.

Yeah, and-
And, you know,

when we pick up these
medications,

the information sheets
are as long as your arm.

I mean, it's page after page
of side effects and warnings.

Right, exactly.
Could it be that simple?

Well, we'll take
another look at that, sure.

Walt, I understand

that you've been
kind of stressed out lately.

Stressed out? I-

No, I don't think I'm-
Walt, please.

Stressed out
is putting it mildly.

Well, I guess I've had a lot
on my mind lately,

but as I've said,

I'm feeling much better.

Shouldn't we be talking about
when I can get out of here?

Well, that may still be
a ways down the road.

A ways down the road?

Actually,
I think our next move

is to schedule
a psychiatric evaluation.

Now, is- Is that absolutely
necessary?

Walt, nobody likes being
in the hospital. I get that.

But until we know
what caused this incident,

we can't be certain
it won't recur.

That your last hit?

Yeah.

All right, finish it quick.

Show me your hands.

Get on your stomach now.
Get on your stomach now!

Get over! Roll! Do it now!

I'm going, I'm going.

Hey, what's going on, huh?

What did I do?

Jesse Pinkman, I presume.

What, man?
Tell me again.

Again?

What's there to tell, okay?

Her and I were partying,
that's it.

Since Saturday night?

Partying for three days
straight, huh?

Just bumping uglies
and smoking that crystal

you got from your pal, Tuco?

Taco? I don't know any Taco,

and I damn sure didn't say
anything about no crystal.

Three days,
you must have got hungry.

Uh, yeah, I guess.

You order take-out?
Yeah.

Yeah, where from?

You get yourself a little
of that moo goo gai pan

from that chink place
around the corner?

No, no, we didn't. We got stuff
from the vending machine.

You know, Funyuns.

I had a Hot Pocket.

Funyuns and Hot Pockets?

You didn't notice
your car was gone?

No, not until you guys went
and busted down the door.

Okay, now, who's gonna
pay for that, huh?

Management's gonna
be on my ass for sure.

How come you weren't
answering your cell phone?

It was in my car.

That right?
Yeah.

We found your car,
but your phone wasn't in it.

Wait, you found my car?

You found my car?

Awesome!
DEA all the way! Yes!

Since we're talking about
missing property,

did you, um...?

Did you leave anything else
in the car?

Like what?

Like what? Like, uh...

I don't know. Like this?

Sixty-seven thousand,
nine hundred and 20 dollars.

Uh, that's not mine.

That's not yours? Huh.

He says it's not his, Gomie.
Hm.

Gee, I really thought
this might be yours.

I wish.

Unclaimed drug money,
huh? Nice.

You know what we got here,
Gomie, don't you?

That's a new interdiction van
right there, yeah.

Definitely some new
softball jerseys,

because we need them, you know?

Good thing Tuco's
already dead.

I lost this kind of money,
I'd wanna kill myself.

So who's your chief,
little Injun?

What?

What does that even mean?

It means I think
your story's bullshit.

I think you know
who Tuco Salamanca was.

I think your car was there
because you were there.

Tuco had a bullet in him
when I got there

and I think you know something
about that too.

Wait, so, what are you
saying?

I- I shot someone?

With, like, a gun?

You?

No.

Only shooting you do
is into a Kleenex.

But I think you know
the badass who did.

Look, I was partying
with Wendy, okay?

Funyuns and boom-boom.

No.

I don't think so.

Tell you what.
We're gonna, um,

go talk to that skinny yeast
factory of a girlfriend you got.

And you know what?

I got a feeling she's gonna,
you know, roll on you.

Don't go nowhere.

Ah.

Oops.

Where's my root beer?
Come on.

I gotta pee
and I got low blood sugar.

I got medical issues.
Medical issues?

Like, what kind
of medical issues?

You got penis withdrawal?

You got schlongus
interruptus?

Wendy, listen.
Talk to me

and you get a root beer
and a tinkle.

Now, tell me
the last three days.

I told you, we were shacked up
since Saturday.

Neither of you left the room?

Not even for a little,
little minute?

Not even for a- A second?

For a second?
I don't know, maybe.

Maybe? Well.

Did Jesse leave the room?

He did, didn't he?

Wendy, you can do it.
You can do it, Wendy.

Wendy, Wendy, Wendy.

You know you wanna go back
to giving windys, Wendy.

It's you. I know you.

You're the one
in the black truck.

You wanted me
to do that kid.

What?
The kid with the crutches.

The football player.
How about we stay on topic?

Look, Jesse came over to the
palace at 11:00 Saturday night.

We were together the whole time,
and he never left the room.

And that's all
I'm saying about that.

Now, come on.

Where's my root beer?

You wanted her
to bang a football player,

you big,
bald pervert?

It's a long story, Gomie.

Yeah, I'm sure it is,

and I wanna hear it,

but first we gotta
kick Pinkman loose.

Not yet. I got one more shot
at that little skid mark.

And how are you sleeping?

Um, fine. Most nights.

Yeah, good.

Have you noticed any
recurring thoughts or images,

things you can't
get out of your head?

How about feelings of guilt
or persecution?

No. Look, doctor,
I don't mean to be rude,

but where is this going,
exactly?

We're starting a process, Walt.
An ongoing process.

Do you prefer Walt
or Walter?

Ongoing for how long?

I just met you.
It's hard to say.

We could be talking about days,
weeks, months.

Look, doctor, I feel fine,
really.

Now, if this is truly necessary,

can't I continue
as an outpatient?

Walt,

a fugue state
is a very serious event.

What if you were to disassociate
while you were driving?

What if you were
to get into a situation

where you could be shot
by the police?

You understand,
we can't allow you to leave

until we're certain
what happened

was a non-recurring
event.

Saying you feel fine
doesn't solve this.

Would you tell me about
patient confidentiality?

It's very
straightforward.

Without your permission,

I can't disclose anything
you tell me to anyone.

What about my family?

Not to your family,
not to the police.

Not to anyone.

The only exception would be

if you threatened
to kill someone.

Then I'd be able to tell that
person, but only that person.

And you,
as a medical practitioner,

you abide by these
strictures absolutely.

Yes.

All right.

There was no fugue state.

I remember everything.

The truth is,

I couldn't stand to spend
another second in that house.

I just had to get out,

and so I left.

I didn't think about it.
I just did it.

I- I walked
for a long time,

and when I couldn't
walk anymore, I hitchhiked.

I got as far as Gallup...

...and then it was just time
to come home.

So

being found naked
in a supermarket,

that was your way
of giving credibility to a lie?

Of avoiding questions
about your disappearance?

Why run away?

What did you feel
you had to run from?

Doctor, my wife
is seven months pregnant

with a baby we didn't intend.

My 15-year-old son
has cerebral palsy.

I am an extremely overqualified
high school chemistry teacher.

When I can work,
I make $43,700 per year.

I have watched
all of my colleagues

and friends surpass me
in every way imaginable,

and within 18 months,
I will be dead.

And you ask why I ran?

Gomie, you wanna do the honors?

What's that mean?
That means yes.

Yes is a bell,
no is no bell.

Oh, come on, this is bullshit.

I mean, look at this dude,
all right?

He doesn't even know what planet
he's living on.

Se�or, are we on
the planet Mars?

Are we on the
planet Saturn?

Are we on the planet Earth?

Se�or, is today Friday?

Is today Monday?

Is today Tuesday?

Okay, seems like he's all there.
Let's go for it.

Se�or,

was this man at your
house yesterday?

Se�or, was this man
at your house yesterday?

This guy right here,
he was at your house, right?

Was he doing business
with your nephew Tuco?

Se�or, are you scared
of this man?

Nah, he's not scared.

Come on, Granddad.

Don't you wanna
help us out?

Oh, man.

I guess that's a no.

I told you, numbnuts.

This guy's OG.
Oh, yeah, yeah.

Kept his mouth shut for
17 years in San Quentin.

Stroke or no stroke,

old-school gangbang Mexicans
don't help the feds.

All right, already.
It was worth a try at least.

We gotta kick
Pinkman loose.

It's all right.
He's nobody anyway.

What, you telling me you buy
that lame-ass story of his?

I buy that lame-ass story more
than I buy he had anything to do

with shooting Tuco, man.

Dad? Hey, Dad.

Hey, can you hear me?

Uh, yeah, yeah, no,
I'm fine. Hey, I'm, uh...

What's-?

She did? No, I, uh-
I didn't get any messages.

Um, you know, I actually

lost my phone, and I've been
too busy to get a new one.

I've been busy as-

As totally productive.

Hey, you know what? I'm actually
zeroing in on a job.

Yeah, yeah, data entry,
like we talked about.

Yeah, I'm totally amped.

Hey, um,
could you give me a ride?

I'm actually- I'm downtown
and my car's in the, uh...

Oh, no. Yeah, hey,
that's cool. I will-

I'll call you later
when you, um, have some...

Okay. Yeah. No. I, uh-

I get it. I get it.

Okay, bye.

Thanks.

So, what are you doing now?

Waffle House?

Waffle House is good.

Pay phone?

Pay phone, in the middle
of nowhere, nobody followed.

So how did it go?

Okay. You?

They sweated me plenty,

but they finally
cut me loose.

So you getting
out of there?

Tomorrow.

So who came for you?

The DEA?
What did they ask you?

Yeah, that's the thing,
you know.

Your scumbag brother-in-law
took my rainy-day fund.

Your what? What is that?

My rainy-day fund.
Sixty-eight thousand, okay?

Cue-ball son of a bitch
laughed in my face.

Now I got like 80 bucks
to my name.

Wait, wait.
What does he know?

Does he know
it's your money?

No, man.
He doesn't know shit, okay?

The plan worked.

They bought it.

I got bills due, man.
I'm screwed.

Did he mention my name?

No. Thanks for caring.

What about the basement?

It's clean.

And the RV?

Badger's cousin took it
to his garage. It's safe.

Can he get it running again?

Why?
So we can cook.

So you still wanna cook?

Seriously?

What's changed, Jesse?

Seven-hundred
thirty-seven thousand.

Twenty-one pounds,

minus cash on hand...

Cash on hand.

Sorry, honey.
Did I wake you?

No, I was awake.

Want some cornflakes?

Uh, yeah, sure.

You okay?

Yeah.

Southwest Aniline again?

What's this?

It's the blue meth we found
up by your late homey.

Tuco wasn't my homey, any more
than Charlie Manson was yours.

Lab says it got cooked,
P2P-style.

P2P, huh?

So, what are you thinking?

The two stooges over here
cooked it?

Lab said that blue meth's
the purest they've seen.

At least since this.

Krazy-8.

Yeah.

Krazy-8, Tuco...

Somehow, some way,
it's all connected.

A simple explanation,

only I'm not seeing it,
and it's making my head hurt.

That's because you're working
that ugly melon too hard.

It's dead around here.
Let's go get a couple of beers.

It's 11 in the morning.

I'm buying.

You're buying? Holy crap.

What, is it
Cinco de Mayo already?

Oh, yeah.

Surprise!

Aw, you little
sneaky bastard, you.

Very nice work.

Thank you, sir.

Congrats, man.

What's this?
Look what we got you.

Ahh! Look at that,
I love it.

They got the gut right.

Hey.
There you go.

Hey, thanks, man.
Thank you.

We all got you a little
something,

and this is from all of us.

Ah, you shouldn't have.

Oh, you sick, sick puppies.

I love it. Oh!

You gonna finish
your apple juice?

Uh, no, thanks, buddy.
You take it.

You're- You're supposed
to drink it.

The nurse said you
have to stay hydrated.

But I'm not thirsty.

Dad. Drink it.

Hey. Hey.

Better late than
never, huh?

Hey.
Hey.

How you doing, buddy?
You all right?

I see the mark of
the beast there, huh?

Oh, yeah.
Marie stopped by this morning.

They really cheer the place up.

Oh, hey, I ran into
Sky downstairs.

They're rounding up
a wheelchair for you,

you freeloading bastard.

So tell us about the shootout.

Ah, I was, you know,
just doing my job.

Whole thing was over
in about, uh, five seconds.

Say, Walt, you know,

how-? How are you?

I'm okay.

Really, I'm-
I'm feeling fine.

Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah.

The doctor is calling it a...

An isolated episode of
transient global amnesia.

Damn.

Which means
non-recurring.

Non- Well, non-recurring.
That sounds good, yeah.

Sounds real good, huh?

I'll tell you what,
I'm glad you're back.

You know, you really
gave us a scare.

Listen, Hank.

I don't know what
to say. I mean,

you going out there looking
for me put you in danger,

and I'm so-

Sorry, sorry doesn't
even cut it. Not nearly.

No, no, no. Is that what
you're worried about?

Forget it. No, no, no.
Look, at the office,

they're treating me like
I'm Eliot Ness, okay?

I mean, they threw me
a party,

the gals baked me
a chocolate-chip cake

like you wouldn't
believe, okay?

Hey, you ought to
disappear more often.

Just kidding.
Don't- Don't do that.

Uh... Oh, hey, look.
Look what they gave me.

Look what
they gave me.

What is it?

Ha-ha-ha. That, gentlemen,

is the grill of the guy I shot.

His grill?
Yeah.

It kind of goes over the front
teeth like that, you know?

Sort of a fashion
statement, I guess.

You know, certain folks
are attracted to shiny things.

Wow, cool.

Yeah.

I can't tell you how good
it feels to be home.

I'll get these in the wash.

Okay.

Um...

Say, honey, I...

I was just thinking about
going out to 7-Eleven.

Do you need anything?

Big Gulp? Slim Jim?

Skyler, listen to me.

This will not happen
again, okay?

I won't let it.

I'm still here. I'm me.

And we're gonna be okay.

Walt...

do you have a second
cell phone?

A second cell phone?

The night
you disappeared,

you came in when I was
taking a bath

and you were very upset.

It was like something
terrible had happened.

And then your
cell phone rang.

And I saw you check the number,
and then you got up

and just disappeared.

Hm.
Yeah.

And when Hank
checked your phone records,

there was no call.

No call on the phone
I know about.

Wow.

That is odd.

I mean, I don't remember
any of that,

but one thing I am sure of

is that I don't have
a second cell phone.

Okay.

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