All language subtitles for Breaking Bad Season 5 2012 MovieFull-HD BLURAY 720P 29 E11

Hey, Mr. White. It's me. Um,

I know you're probably
real busy with retirement

but I got some news I think
you should maybe know about.

Me and Declan had some
differences of opinion

and it got a little...

messy. Um...

It's all straightened out now

but just a heads-up, there's been
a kind of change in management.

Anyway, just thought
you should know.

Feel free to give me a call
if you want the details

but, you know, it's cool,
so whatever.

Okay, then. Thanks. Bye.

Right, so there I am,
I'm on top of the train,

pumping the water in, he's
watching to make sure we put in

exactly what he'd calculated.

We gotta be real precise because
water and methylene weigh different

and he figured it all out

to, like, milliliter.
I'm up there with my hose,

we're going as fast as we can.
We only got a few minutes.

At the crossing, we got this guy
who's smooth-talking the engineer.

And it's all just going great

until this other dude shows up
in this monster truck

so we're pretty much screwed,
because he can just push

the entire dump truck off the tracks,
which, you know, is what he does.

Wait. What's your guy doing?

You can't stop him?
Yeah, but what's he gonna say?

"Thanks anyway, sir, but my friends
are still stealing cargo back there."

So I'm looking all around,
because I know we're not done,

but the gallons
are slowly ticking away.

And finally Mr. White
tells me to cut it.

So I fling the hose, I'm grabbing
the cap, I'm screwing in the bolts.

Just, like, busting ass, you know?

And then I feel the train
start moving and I'm--

You're...
I'm on top.

Did you piss your pants?
Yeah, right?

So the thing starts speeding up,
so I jump off the moving train.

Like, total stuntman stuff.

It's like Hooper.
You ever see Hooper?

Oh, hey, man, Burt Reynolds.
Good movie.

He jumped out of a helicopter,
not a train.

Whatever, man.
It's a good movie.

This guy Jesse, he's underneath,
and the train just drives right over him.

And luckily
he's this skinny little guy.

Damn.
That's a tight operation.

It was perfect.

No one even knew they got
robbed, just like we planned.

Mr. White told me it was, like,
the biggest train heist ever,

like, potential money-wise.

So that's how that happened.
Ha, ha.

Can I get you anything else?

Nope. Thanks, darling.

I'm ready for the check.

You feeling good
about cooking?

Yeah.

You'll be able to
run your own lab?

Do it up right?
Yeah. For sure. I got this.

All right.

Let's make some money, then.
I gotta hit the head.

Ever been on a plane
and find yourself

looking down at the armrest
next to you,

looking at the little plug
where the ashtray used to go?

I look at that and I say, "What the
hell happened to this country?"

Nanny state.

I see a kid with
a bicycle helmet on,

I wanna smack the shit out of him,
like, for his own good.

Mr. Pinkman.

How are you today?

Not so good, huh?

Of course, I might be able
to help you out.

I wanna talk to you about
your partner, Heisenberg.

See, I know
he's my brother-in-law, Walt.

Oh, yeah. That's the look.

Lucky for you,
I'm more interested in him.

So I got an offer.

If you help me out here,

tell me all about you and him
and your little meth business,

maybe I talk to my friends
at the A.P.D.

and make all this go away.

I know he's the mastermind here.

Plus...

I'm thinking,
based on your recent activities,

that maybe there's
a little trouble in paradise?

Maybe you guys aren't
getting along so good?

I'm right, aren't I?

Eat me.

Sure that's how
you want to play this?

Why don't you try
and beat it out of me?

That's your thing, right?

He really did a number on you,
didn't he?

I don't know,

but happy people
usually don't go around

throwing millions of dollars away.

I don't think

Walt's gonna be patting you
on the back for that.

But maybe that's the point.

But, you see, I get that.

My own brother-in-law,

lying to me for over a year.

Using me.

Maybe you understand
that feeling.

Help me out here, Jesse...

and we can put him away.

I know you want that.

I think you wanna talk.

Not to you.

Agent Schrader,
beat any good suspects lately?

Tall and taller, ask him
about his history with my client.

He knocked the poor kid unconscious
last time they were alone.

So, what'll it be, a civil rights
lawsuit the size of Montana?

Because I'll oblige you.

Oh. So long, Rocky.
Keep your left up.

Detectives,
I'm inviting you to leave.

I'm gonna try to remain calm,

but will you do me a favor
and tell me what is up with you?

My guys are busting their asses

trying to hide Walt's money
from the feds

and you're tossing yours
out a window?

And I have to hear about your little
act of philanthropy on the news?

Did you hit your head
or something?

Why didn't you call me
the second you got arrested?

What did you say
to Schrader?

Nothing. Jesus. Just chill out.

Chill out? No.
No, I don't chill out right now

because things
have gone nuclear.

I imagine Schrader shared
with you his recent discovery.

Okay, well, then you get
my complete lack of chill.

Just use the money
that I gave you.

No, Saul. Saul, I--

Stop-- Saul.

Stop talking. I don't care.

Just-- Just make it happen.
Work your magic.

And call me when he's out.

Hey, Dad, I'm home.

Oh, okay. I'll be right out.

Hey, you going to work today?
You were out late last night.

Huh? I-- Well, I, uh...

Yeah, I guess I just lost track of time.

Dad.
Huh?

I'm gonna head out, okay?

Where you going?
Uh, Aunt Marie just called.

She wants me to help her
with some computer thing

and asked me to stay for dinner.

That cool?

Uh... I guess that--

Cool. All right, see you later.

Wait, uh, son?

Junior. Hang on a second.
Yeah?

Oh, good. Come on back inside.
What happened?

Oh, this? Nothing.
No, I'm fine. It's fine.

Really. I do wanna talk to you, though.

Okay. Are you okay?

Yeah. Here.
Sit down a second.

I just don't wanna keep things
from you, okay?

I mean, you deserve to know
what's happening.

Yesterday, I passed out.

Briefly. Very, very briefly.

And I did this.

Why did you pass out?

Well, my latest scans

show a little shadow on my lung.

But my doctor put me right on
a new round of chemo,

which is why
I've been so tired lately.

But I was pushing myself too hard.

I know it.
I just don't want you to worry.

I learned my lesson.

Well, um, what's the...?

What now?

What now is that we go on,
like always. Right?

Hey, don't worry about this,
okay?

I know that's hard,
but I beat this once.

There's no reason to think
I won't again.

And my doctor says
I'm doing great.

I'm responding really well
to the treatment.

And I'm...

I'm feeling very--
Very good about this, all right?

And what would really
help me out

is if we all stayed positive.

Can we do that?

Yeah?

Hm?

Okay.

So why don't you go
and help your Aunt Marie

and we'll talk about this later?
No. No. No way.

I'm staying. I'm not leaving.

Flynn is not with you, is he?
No.

No. Why would he be?

How'd it go?

That bad, huh?

How bad are we talking, Hank?

I didn't tell them.

Why not?

It's just not time yet.
No, it's past time.

Way past time.
We talked about this.

You've got to tell them now.
It's gonna be worse

if they find out that
you've kept this from them.

Look, it's just I've got some
things I gotta chase down.

What? What things?

Leads, you know.

What leads? What? Something new?

I'm not keeping anything from
anybody, Marie, okay? Jesus.

Don't tell me how to do my job.

Walt.

Are you sure about this?

It's the only way.

Okay.

I'm ready.

My name is Walter Hartwell White.

I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane,

Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104.

This is my confession.

They're here.

Thank you for coming.

Okay, I'll start.

Skyler and I--
Welcome to Garduño's.

My name is Trent.
I'll be taking care of you.

Can I start anybody off with
some beverages? Margarita?

How about some of
our tableside guacamole?

I think we're fine. We need
some time with the menu.

No worries.
Be right back with some water.

So you here to confess?

There's nothing to confess.

We're here to talk about Walter, Jr.

Flynn and Holly should be
living with us. End of story.

And while
we respect your opinion,

we think that your concern
is misplaced.

Skyler and I feel,
due to Marie's attempt

to lure him to your house--

I wasn't trying to lure him.

Regardless
of what you might call it,

Skyler and I
would like to ask you

to please leave
our children out of this.

Junior has been through
a lot already this year.

You are just...

This investigation, Hank,

do you realize
what this will do to him?

Hearing these things?

He's gonna hear it when I kick in
your front door and arrest you.

If that day ever comes,
so be it.

You have no evidence
to support your claims.

Why tear this family apart?

So how about that guacamole?

We make it right here
at the table.

I'll just give you guys
a few more minutes.

How can you sit there
and listen to this?

All we want is for those kids
to be safe.

You're putting them in danger,
keeping them under the same roof--

They are safe, Marie.

You yourself sent them out of the house.
And I brought them back.

Look, whatever you think he did,

this is not an ongoing situation.

Skyler.
No.

They need to understand.
It's in the past.

It's over.
There is nothing to go after here.

There's nothing to accomplish.

How can we believe
anything you say?

There's no telling
where the lies begin and end.

That affair of yours,
did that even happen?

Please. Look, Junior just found
out that my cancer is back.

He's already facing the idea
of living without his father.

To put this on top of that?

It's just not right.

I swear to God, you start
throwing the word "right" at me--

What I mean--
Was it right to run a drug empire?

There is no drug empire.

Lying to your son,
to all of us, is that right?

What do I have to do
to make you believe me?

Why don't you kill yourself,
Walt?

- What?
- Just kill yourself.

This whole thing dies with you.
That's what you're saying here?

Is that Hank should just let it go
and wait for you to die.

Well, maybe you should just
go ahead and die, then.

That is not a solution.
No, it's not a solution.

He's not getting off that easy.
Jesus, Hank.

And the same goes for you
if you stick with him.

Both of you think you're just
gonna walk away from this thing?

Never gonna happen.

That is not what we're saying.
Enough with the bullshit.

You're not gonna negotiate
your way out of this thing.

There's only one solution: Step up,
be a man and admit what you've done.

That's it. There is no other option.

Let's go.

My name is Walter Hartwell White.

I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane,

Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104.

This is my confession.

If you're watching this tape,

I'm probably dead,

murdered by my brother-in-law,
Hank Schrader.

Hank has been building
a meth empire

for over a year now
and using me as his chemist.

Shortly after my 50th birthday,

he asked that I use
my chemistry knowledge

to cook methamphetamine,
which he would then sell

using connections that he made
through his career with the DEA.

I was astounded. I...

I always thought Hank
was a very moral man

and I was particularly
vulnerable at the time,

something he knew

and took advantage of.

I was reeling
from a cancer diagnosis

that was poised
to bankrupt my family.

Hank took me on a ride-along
and showed me just how much money

even a small meth operation
could make.

And I was weak.

I didn't want my family
to go into financial ruin,

so I agreed.

Hank had a partner, a businessman
named Gustavo Fring.

Hank sold me into servitude
to this man,

and when I tried to quit,
Fring threatened my family.

I didn't know where to turn.

Eventually, Hank and Fring
had a falling out

and things escalated.

Fring was able to arrange...

Uh, I guess--
I guess you call it a hit on Hank.

It failed,
but Hank was seriously injured

and I wound up
paying his medical bills,

which amounted
to a little over $177,000.

Upon recovery,
Hank was bent on revenge.

Working with a man
named Hector Salamanca,

he plotted to kill Fring.

The bomb that he used
was built by me.

He gave me no option in that.

I have often contemplated suicide,

but I'm a coward.

I wanted to go to the police...

but I was frightened.

Hank had risen to become the head
of the Albuquerque DEA.

To keep me in line,
he took my children.

For three months he kept them.

My wife had no idea
of my criminal activities,

was horrified to learn
what I had done.

I was in hell.

I hated myself for what
I had brought upon my family.

Recently, I tried once again to quit,

and in response, he gave me this.

I can't take this anymore.

I live in fear every day
that Hank will kill me

or worse, hurt my family.

All I could think to do
was to make this video

and hope that the world
will finally see this man

for what he really is.

Who do you think
he's shown this to?

No one. It's a threat.

It's what he will do
if I don't back off.

I think you should
show this to Ramey.

Just get ahead of it.

That video is a bunch of lies, Hank.
Anybody who knows you will know.

A hundred and seventy-seven
thousand dollars?

Hell is he talking about?

Marie?

They told me
it was gambling money.

What was gambling money?

Oh, Jesus Christ, Marie.

Oh, God, no.
How was I supposed to know?

How was I to know
where it came from?

Why were they paying for my bills?
What about my insurance?

Insurance wouldn't have covered
the treatment you needed, and I...

I wanted the best for you.
Why didn't you tell me?

Because I knew that
you would refuse it

and without it, you may never
have been able to walk again.

Oh, Christ, Marie.

You killed me here.

I mean, it's the-- It's the last nail.

That's the last nail in the coffin.

What do we do?

If I were you,
I'd be more nervous.

Ugh. Jesus.

It's always the desert.

Uh, I already checked it.

It's clean. I wouldn't have
driven it here if it wasn't.

Get one of these,
by the way.

Reads radio signals.
Much easier.

What does he know?

I mean, he knows you're Heisenberg.

But I figure not much else,

otherwise, you know,
you'd be locked up.

What did he say exactly?

He wants me
to inform on you for him.

Tell him everything we did.

Anything else?

I don't think he's told
the rest of the DEA.

Why do you say that?

Just him being there all by himself

and, plus,
he was acting kind of shady.

Seemed like
he didn't want the other cops

hearing what he had to say.
Mm.

Are we gonna talk about the rain of
caca the kid brought down upon us?

Want to hazard a guess
what his little charity drive cost you?

Why don't you go
take a walk, Saul?

Jesse, will you let me help you?

I don't like to see you
hurting like this.

Maybe it's time for a change.

What kind of change?

I don't know.

I don't know, maybe...

Maybe it's time
for you to just

leave all of this behind.

Just get out of town.

Don't look back.

Saul knows a man.

He specializes in giving people
new identities.

He would move you
someplace far away

and set you up
with a whole new life.

Yeah, I know,
sounds a little extreme.

But maybe it's exactly
what you need.

You know, I really think
that would be good for you.

A clean slate.

All right, just think about it.

You get a job, something
legitimate, something you like.

Meet a girl,
start a family, even.

Hell, you're still
so damn young. Heh.

And what's here
for you now anyway?

I tell you, if I could,
I'd trade places.

A whole lifetime
ahead of you

with a chance to hit
the reset button.

In a few years,

this might all feel like
nothing more than a bad dream.

Would you just, for once,

stop working me?

What are you talking about?

Can you just stop working me
for, like, 10 seconds straight?

Huh? Stop jerking me around?

Jesse, I am not working you.

Yes. Yes, you are.

All right, just drop the whole
concerned-dad thing

and tell me the truth.

I mean, you're acting like

me leaving town
is all about me

and turning over a new leaf,
but it's really-- It's really about you.

I mean, you need me gone

because your dickhead brother-in-law
is never gonna let up.

Just say so.

Just ask me for a favor.

Just tell me you don't
give a shit about me

and it's either this...

It's either this or you'll kill me
the same way you killed Mike.

I mean, isn't that
what this is all about?

Us meeting
way the hell out here.

In case I say no.

Come on.

Just tell me you need this.

Your change.

If you'll hand this
to your car wash professional

and have an A-1 day.

Skyler?

Skyler, I've got my chemo
in about 45 minutes.

Can you take over
the register for me?

Skyler?

It worked

and we're fine.

Okay?

We're fine.

So Palmer and Castanares

are sitting on that jerkoff
Saul Goodman's office,

keeping an eye on Jesse Pinkman.
Yeah, I put them on it.

You wanna explain that
to me?

Yeah. Right.

Why the hell should I know anything?
They're just my guys, after all.

You gotta tell me what's going on.
Pinkman is A.P.D.'s problem, not ours.

You got a history with this kid.

If he catches wind
that you're trailing him

and this explodes,
he could sue.

Look, if I can't explain this
to Ramey, I gotta pull my guys.

Fine. Take them off.

I said, take them off.
What else you want?

I'm going out for a while.

You have that 3:00.

Will you be back?

You know what, it's gonna have
to be another day. Reschedule it.

Last chance. You sure there's
nobody you wanna say bye to?

Nobody at all?

No.

This is it. Once I make the call,
there's no take-backs.

Uh, I need a new dust filter

for my Hoover Max Extract
Pressure Pro, model 60.

Can you help me with that?

Yeah, pickup.

He's hot. Um, not "hot" hot,
just a little hot.

Currently out on bail.
Yeah, he knows the rules.

One hour.
Okay, he'll be there.

And done.

Okay,

this guy's fee is 125.

Your benefactor

asked me to send you out
with something extra.

Get you started, you know?

Keep you sitting pretty

until you get into the groove
of your new life.

Provided, of course, you don't
toss it out the window on the way.

Seriously, this is the last of it

so you might wanna think
about making a budget.

Hey, whoa, whoa,
what are you doing?

You can't fire up a doob
in here. Put that out.

I mean it. Put it out.

Look, Mr. Natural, I'm not
gonna let you sabotage this thing.

This guy is not gonna take you
if you show up high,

so stop screwing around,
or it's both our asses.

Right. Well, that's a start.
Now, give with the dope.

Christ.

Some people are immune
to good advice.

I'm gonna get a bag
for this cash.

Don't even think
about lighting up again.

Francesca,
we got any bags?

For money.
Money-sized bags.

Huell will drop you
at the pickup spot,

then he's gonna get
the hell out of there.

You got that?

Guy won't pick up the kid
if he's got company.

You got a phone?

Cops took it.

All right, in case
something goes wrong,

guy doesn't show, whatever,
you give me a call.

Seriously? Hello Kitty?

Seriously, it's free.

We got a beggars-choosers situation
here, so stop busting my balls.

Corner of Juan Tabo and Osuna.

You, you're gonna sit and wait.
This guy's punctual with a capital P.

Okay? So don't move.
Don't get up and get an ice cream.

Just stay put like a good boy.
He'll pick you up, you pay him.

He'll take your ID,
he'll give you a new one.

Goodbye, Jesse Pinkman.
Hello, Mr. Credit to Society.

So do I get to pick where I go?

Well, it's your life.
I imagine you get a say.

Want a suggestion?
How about Florida?

You get a tan,
meet the Swedish bikini team,

you know,
swim with the dolphins.

What about Alaska?

Alaska. Okay, well,
that's a different vibe.

I never figured you
for a moose lover,

but whatever floats your boat.
Alaska.

Alaska's good.

Anywhere you can get
a fresh start is gonna be good.

You ready?

Yeah.

Take care, Jesse.

All right.

Excuse me.

Hey, man, you can't go in there!

He a no-show?
Why didn't you call?

Why didn't you--?

Stop! Unh!

Code red!

Huell!
No! Hey!

Hey!
Get in here!

Back off!

You, stay where you are.

What? I don't know what
happened here. What did I do?

You stole it off me.

You and him, you took it
out of my pocket, didn't you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. Yes. Okay.
I had Huell lift your dope.

I told you I couldn't risk
the guy not taking you.

No! Before. The cigarette.

You stole the cigarette.

What?
The ricin cigarette!

You had him steal it off of me!

And all for that asshole
Mr. White!

He poisoned Brock!

He poisoned Brock, and you--
You helped him!

Okay, Jesse, calm down.
Say it again!

Tell me one more time
to calm down! Come on!

I'm sorry. Yes. Okay.

I had Huell lift your cigarette,
but Walt made me.

He told me he was helping you,
he was saving you.

I never would've agreed to it
if I'd known what he was gonna do.

Jesse, you gotta believe me.
I didn't want any of this!

Back up!

Get off me!
What do I pay you for?

Hey, it's me. We got a big problem.

--eighteen, 19 and 20.

Actually, you gave me a 5,
not a 1.

Oh, I-- I did. I'm-- I'm so sorry.

Um, here you go.

Thank you for your honesty.

Oh, and please give this
to your car wash professional.

Have an A-1 day.

God.

Hey.
Hi.

What's going on?
Not much.

Yeah? Nothing?
Nope. Things are fine.

Good.
Why?

Oh, no reason.

You know what I found the other day

is that the-- The-- The latch
on the soda machine wasn't...

latching.

It's-- It's catching every time
that I stock that darn thing.

So I thought I'd check it out.

Great.

Thank you.

Oh. Exact change. I like that.
Thank you very much.

Okay.

And...

please give this
to your car-care professional

and have an A-1 day. Thank you.
Thank you.

I just remembered
they gave me a prescription

to go pick up, so... I forgot.
I'm gonna go

head on over
to the drugstore, okay?

Yeah, okay.
All right.