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♪ Don't say a word ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a mockingbird ♪

♪ And if that mockingbird
won't sing ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a diamond ring ♪

♪ If that diamond ring
turns brass ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you
a looking glass ♪

♪ So hush little baby,
don't you cry ♪

♪ Daddy loves you,
and so do I ♪

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♪ Mama's gonna buy you-- ♪

Surprised he doesn't make
us do that.

The pack totally
has a pecking order.

And the head Hyena,
he's the man.

All the other ones have to,
like, kiss his ass.

I mean, literally.
It's so gross.

They have to lick his jerk.

I-I-I can't believe
they even showed it on TV.

Yo, if this is supposed
to be all, like,

Major League and all,

we should have equipment
maintainer guys.

And water boys.
You know?

Yo, Gatorade me, bitch.

Get us a couple flunkies
in here.

Treat us right.

Okay, 15 hours starts now.

I'm going to hit it,
if that's cool with you.

I don't understand.

What?

These numbers,
they just don't add up.

Told you.
Dude's totally boning us.

No, it's not that.

It's our output.
We're off.

We're .14% off.

Point one-four,
that's what, like--

What does that mean?

It means we should be netting
more than we're netting.

So how far off are we?

It's not negligible.

Ball-parking it, I'd say we're
quarter to a half a pound shy.

That's weird.

What about spillage?

Spillage?

Yeah, you know, like,
just stuff gets spilled.

Nothing gets spilled.

A little maybe.

Nothing gets spilled.

What about evaporation?

It wouldn't account
for this much.

The materials aren't out
that long.

What about the other one?

The drops, like on--

on that, like, cold beer.

Condensation?

Yeah.

No.

What about the crap
that gets left behind,

you know, all the gunk
we scrape out of the vats?

I add up, like, a gallon each.

Did you work that in?

Vestiges?

Yeah. Vestiges.

Bet that's it.

Bet that's totally it.

Hey, Mr. White.

Mr. White.
Huh?

Are you okay?

Yeah-- Yeah, why?

Nothing.

Are you coming?

Yeah, in a minute.

All right, see you tomorrow.

All right.

Shit.

You bastard.

Son of a--

Come on, you--

Come on, come on.

Son of a--

Okay.

Son of a bitch.

Oh!

That's great.

All right.

You little bastard.

Shut the door!

My ears are popping.

Shut the door.
Move.

It's like
I'm on an airplane, yo.

What the hell's doing that?

Positive pressure.

Positive what?

God, friggin' kills, yo.

Well, just move your jaw around.
Move it around.

I am moving it around.
It's not working.

Then just yawn or something.
Stop acting like such a baby.

Damn.

W-W-What positive?
Positive what?

Pressure. I've turned
the ventilation up

to keep the outside out.

There's been a contamination.

Wait. What?

Whoa whoa whoa, hey, hold up.

Something got into the lab.

So what do we do?

I mean, do we--

Wait. Wait. I mean, shouldn't
we be wearing masks?

No, no, it's not that--
that kind of contaminant.

So it's, like, not dangerous?

Mr. White,
talk to me here.

Not to us particularly. No.

What the hell is that?

This is, uh-- I made it.

So exactly what kind of contaminant
are we dealing with here?

A fly.

What do you mean?

A fly, like--
like what do you mean?

I mean a fly, a house fly.

Like, uh, one fly?

Singular?
What did it do?

It got into the lab,
and I'm trying to get it out.

Okay? Understand?

No, man, not really.

I can't say that I'm
really following you here.

Dude, you scared
the shit out of me.

I mean, when you say
it's contamination,

I mean, I'm thinking, like
an Ebola leak or something.

Ebola?

Yeah, it's a disease
on The Discovery Channel,

where all your intestines

sort of just slip
right out of your butt.

Thank you. I know wt Ebola is.
Uh-huh.

Now, tell me.
What would a West-African virus

be doing in our lab?

Hmm?

So you're chasing around a fly,

and in your world
I'm the idiot.

Jesse, listen.

This fly-- any fly--

cannot be in our lab.

It's-- It's a problem.

It's a contamination,

and that is in no way
a misuse of the word.

Okay?

So in terms of keeping
our cook clean

and our product unadulterated,

we need to take this.

Now do you understand?

So is that your fly saber?

This is a swatter.

It happens to work quite well,
thank you.

Uh-huh. Hey,
what happened to your head?

Nothing. I'm fine.

You didn't hit it,
like really-- really hard?

My head is not the problem,
Jesse.

The fly is the problem.

You didn't happen to maybe...

try our product, did you?

Jess I know this seems
unusual to you, a layman.

A fly-- I get it--
seems insignificant, right?

But trust me.

In a highly controlled
environment such as this--

...anyollutant--

...no matter how small--

...could completely--

Hello.

What?

Were you here all night?

Have you even slept?

No. Jesse, look.
I'm fine. Okay

Will you just please focus--

Okay, look. We're running late,
so let's just get started.

Shall we? The sooner we do
it, the sooner we're done.

Frickin' finally.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

It's time to alkaline.

Have you not heard
a word I said?

No cooking until this fly
is dealt with.

Have I been speaking to self?

The mer went off, yo.

How long is this batch going to be good for?
An hour? Two?

The batch will be good
for nothing

if we don't clear
the contaminant.

Clear the contaminant?

We're making meth here,

not space shuttles.

We're making nothing
until we catch this fly.

What fly?

Where the hell is this fly?

Not like I've even seen
the thing.

Maybe your positive pressure blew
it out the door or something.

No, no. It is here.
It is around. Okay?

He's around,
and am not going to expose

this batch to the open air
and contamination.

Now, you can leave me to deal with
this myself, or you can help me,

but you are right.

We are running out of time,

so I need your answer
right now.

Okay.

Hey, tick-tock. Yo.

Look, I like making cherry
products, but let's keep it real.

All right, we make poison

for people who don't care.

We probably have the most
UN-picky customers in the world.

No, no, no, no, no.
No rationalizing.

We'll find it any minute now.
Don't give up.

Did you--

Did you know that there's an
acceptable level of rat turds

that can go into candy bars?

That's the government, Jack.

Even the government

doesn't care that much
about quality.

You know what is okay to put
in hotdogs? Huh?

Pig lips and assholes,

but I say, hey,
have at it, bastard,

because I love hotdogs,

and, you know,
see what I'm--

What are you doing?

Oh. Hey.

Look, let me just top it off,

all right, really quick.

A little sodium hydroxide,
shut the lid,

No harm done.
Then we're golden.

It stays closed.
That's an order.

You can't order shit,
Adolf.

We're 50-50 partners.
Remember?

Ow!

God, what is your problem,
bro?

Freakin' psycho.

Jesse.

Oh, God, it, like, hit bone.

Jesse.

Jesse.

You see it, right?

You see it?

Yeah.

Get it.

You want me to get it?

Yes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow.

Move slowly.

I know.

I'm moving slowly, yeah.

Absolutely. I'm just going
to need your swatter thing.

Yeah. Come on.

Oh, yeah.
It's okay, come on.

Come on.
Make it count.

Yeah, no, no,
I'm gonna--

I'm going to make it count,
all right.

Ok. Now.

On three.

Okay.

One--

Ow!

Yeah. You like that?

Hurts, huh?

Did you get it?

I think so, yeah.
Where is it?

I don't know.
It doesn't matter.

Who cares?
I got it.

Oh, Jesus, seriously?

Where is it?

It's, uh, right there.
Look.

Look. See?
I told you I got it.

This is a raisin.

Look, I definitely got it, man.

All right--

Oh, man.

He's got some skills, yo.

I'll give him that.

Look...

I feel like I'm running out of
ways to explain this to you,

but once more I shall try.

This fly is a major problem
for us.

It will ruin our batch.

Now, we need to destroy it

and every trace of it
so we can cook.

Failing that...

we're dead.

There is no more room
for error.

Not with these people.

All right,
how about we go get some air?

Get some air?

Your answer to "We're sliding
head-first into a massive crap--"

Mister-- Mr. White,

I understand that
the fly is a serious thing.

Now, all right?
I'm on board.

I'm just saying maybe
if we went and got some air,

it would help us
come up with a plan

on how to catch it.

Then come back down here

and subtract his ass.

Oh, wait,
do you have your keys?

Yeah.
You're sure?

Last thing we need
is to get locked out.

Yeah.

Hey!

If you're not going to help me,
stay out of my way!

Hey!

Yo. Yo, does somebody have
an ax I can use?

El ax-o!

Peligroso! El ax-o!

There we go.

Say good night.

Son of a bitch!

Son of a...

Shit! Damn it!

Where in the hell is that...

What the hell?

Need some juice maybe?

Knock yourself out.

It's a real one.
Yeah, like yours was working.

No, no...

No, no-- Look, we're trying
to decontaminate.

You don't decontaminate
by contaminating further.

What the hell is all this?

Here, how about this?

"Nontoxic glue strips."

Yeah, baby,
it's got pheromones.

I got a buttload.
We hang them up all over the place.

It won't be able to resist.

I sure hope we have enough.

I'm going to go out
on a limb and say yeah.

Do you see him?

How long do you think
you've been awake?

Why do you keep asking me that?

Just figure you could use
some coffee, is all.

I know I could.

How about it?

Yeah.

You take cream and sugar?

Black is fine.

Why don't you
just leave him be?

Let the traps do the work.

These pheromones
are supposed to kick ass.

I bet we catch this mo-fo
any second.

Thank you.

You ever have, like,
a wild animal

trapped our house?

Not that I can recall, no.

We did, this one time,

back when it was
my aunt's house,

back before she died of cancer.

Possum.
Big, freaky-looking bitch.

Hey, since when did they change it to "opossum"?
What's up with that?

I mean, when I was coming up,

it was just "possum."

"Opossum" makes it sound
like he's Irish or something.

Why they gotta go changing
everything?

Whatever. They're just
big rats anyways,

giant pink-tailed rats

with their pink rat faces,

totally freaky,

like alien rats.

Actually, it's not so much
that he got trapped,

but he was living there
under the house.

You could hear him going from,
like, room to room,

always scurrying around.

Sometimes I'd see him
outside at night,

and he would just,
you know, freeze.

And it's like you're not
looking right at it. Right?

I mean, it thinks
it's fooling you.

That's what they do.
They play dead or whatever.

It's just so lame.

Is there a discernible point
to this story,

a point that
you'll be arriving at

sometime in the near future?

It was just a total bitch
to get out. It took forever.

A guy came,
set all these traps and all,

and he finally got it,

but my aunt,

she didn't believe it.

She kept insisting she
could still hear the thing.

I mean, you could not
tell her any different.

She started keeping
an old umbrella

by her chair.

Man, she would just bang
on the floor and yell at it,

even gave it a name.

It was, uh, Sc--

Scrabble.

Yeah, that was it.

"Scrabble, just knock it off."
Bang, bang, bang.

She got like that
toward the end.

Got obsessive about stuff,

just got mad about stuff.

We didn't know what was up.

It wasn't like her
to be that way.

But it turned out
that the--

the cancer had spread
to her brain,

and that was why.

It metastasized.

But it was good that that was when
we decided to take her to the doctor

because then we knew
what was up

and got her some treatment

and meds so she wasn't
stressing all the time.

It was a lot better after that.

She was a lot happier.

Where the hell is he?

I've been to my oncologist,
Jesse, just last week.

I'm still in remission.

I'm healthy.

Okay, so good.
Great.

Well, no end in sight.

Well, I missed it.

There was some perfect moment,

and it passed me right by.

Yeah, I had to have enough
to leave them.

That was the whole point.

None of this makes any sense

if I didn't have enough.

But it had to be before
she found out... Skyler.

It had to be before that.

Perfect moment...

For what?

To drop dead?

What, are you saying
you want to die?

I'm saying I've lived too long.

You want them
to actually miss you.

You know?

You want their memories of you

to be--

But she just won't understand.

She just--

No matter how well
I explain it,

these days
she just has this--

this--

I mean, I truly believe

there exists
some combination of words.

There must exist

certain words

in a certain, specific order

that would explain all of this,

but with her I just--

I just can't ever seem
to find them.

Mr. White,
how about you just sit down?

I was thinking maybe
before the fugue state,

but before the fugue state

they didn't have enough money,

so no, not then.

And plus my daughter
wasn't born yet.

It had to be
Afr Holly was born.

Mr. White--

Definitely before the surgery.

Oh, Christ.

That damn second cell one.

How could I possibly...

Ah, I know the moment.

It was the night Jane died.

And we needed diapers,
and so I said I'd go,

but it was just an excuse.

Actually, that was
the night I--

I brought you your money,
remember?

Yeah, I remember.

But afterward I stopped
at a bar.

It was odd.
I never do that, go to a bar alone.

I just walked in, sat down.

I never told you.

That you went to a bar?

I sit down, and this man,
this stranger,

he engages me in conversation.

Now, he's a complete stranger.

But he turns out
to be Jane's father,

Donald Margolis.

What are you talking about?

Of course I didn't know it
at the time.

I mean, it was just some guy
in a bar.

Didn't put it together
until after the crash

when he was all over the news.

Jane's dad.

I mean, think of the odds.

Once I tried to calculate them,

but they're astronomical.

I mean, think of the odds

of me going in, sitting down

that night in that bar

next to that man.

What did you talk about?

Oh, water on Mars.

Family.

What about family?

I told him
that I had a daughter,

and he told me he had one, too.

Then he said,
"Never give up on family."

And I didn't.

I-- I took his advice.

The universe is random.

It's not inevitable.

It's simple chaos.

It's subatomic particles
in endless, aimless collision.

That's what science teaches us,

but what is this saying?

What is it telling us,

when on the very night

that this man's daughter dies,

it's me who's having
a drink with him?

How can that be random?

Hey, listen, Mr. White.
Hey--

Hey, sit down.

No-- No.

No, it's--

Oh.

Oh.

No, that--
that was the moment.

That night.

I should never have left home.

Never gone to your house.

Maybe things would have--

Oh, thought I was--

I was at home watching TV.

Some--

Some nature program
about elephants.

Skyler and Holly
were in another room.

I could hear them
on the baby monitor.

She was singing a lullaby.

Ah--

If had just lived
right up to that moment

and not one second more--

...that would've been perfect.

He's not coming down.

Must be Thailand-hot
up there.

That's why he likes it.

Thailand's hot, right?

Yeah.

See? That's why.

Oh, Jesus.

Hey, wait.

Here.

He's not coming down.

He's staying up there forever.

What are you--
What are you doing?

What do you think?
I'm going to get that bitch.

Uh...

No, you're going to break
your neck.

Yeah, yeah. Just--

No, seriously, you're--
This is a bad idea.

Damn it.

Jesse.

Just hold onto it.

Hold it still?

Jesse.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

Being a lunatic?

I'm sorry about Jane.

Yeah. Me, too.

No, I mean, uh--

I'm very sorry.

It's not your fault.

But it's not mine either.

It's no one's fault,

not even hers.

Sucker's just sitting there.

We are who we are, Mr. White.

You know, just two junkies

with a duffel bag full of cash.

Like you said,

we both would've been dead
within a week.

But I miss her, though.

God, I do.

Jesse, come down.

Wait, I am so close.

Let it go.

We need to cook.

What about the contamination?

It's all contaminated.

I definitely scared him.

Probably stay out of our way--

God.

Yeah!

Zap! Somebody got got, yo!

You see that, Mister--

Bins are packed?

Bins are packed.

How's the yield?

Two-oh-two and change.

You okay getting home?

Yeah. Better.

Thanks.

Mañana, then.

Jesse, come here.

I couldn't chance
saying it inside.

For all I know,
the lab's wired for sound.

That half a pound
that I said we're off by--

Now, I'm not accusing you,
but if...

You understand?

And if they
ever found out--

I didn't take shit.

I'm just saying that I won't
be able to protect you.

Who's asking you to?

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