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JESSE: There.

That's them.

(SIGHS) Your play, Walter.

You're on your own.

Looks like you're about 1,000 gallons light here, Mike.

Where's the juice?

The methylamine isn't coming.

Why is that?

And who the hell are you?

I'm the man who's keeping it.

What the hell's this?

We had an agreement, right? We got our deal.

So where's the tank, Mike?

Mike doesn't know where it is.

Only I do. And you're dealing with me now, not him.

Why don't you just cut to what it is you want,

or what you think is gonna happen here, all right?

'Cause we're gonna get what we came for.

That 1,000 gallons of methylamine is worth more in my hands

than it is in yours or anyone else's, for that matter.

But I need distribution.

(CHUCKLES) Distribution.

That's right.

So if you agree to give up your cook

and sell my product instead,

I'll give you 35 percent of the take.

35 percent? Wow.

Are you kidding me? 35... Mike, please tell me this is a joke.

You know how far we had to stick our necks out to get our hands on this cash?

And why the hell would we want you?

You realize we have our own operation, right?

I know all about your operation.

My partners here tell me that you produce a meth

that's 70 percent pure, if you're lucky.

What I produce is 99.1 percent pure.

So?

So...it's grade school t-ball

versus the New York Yankees.

Yours is, uh, just some tepid,

off-brand, generic cola.

What I'm making is classic coke.

All right. Okay.

So, um... (CLEARS THROAT)

If we just waste you right here, right now,

and leave you in the desert,

then there is no more coke on the market, right?

See how that works? There's only us.

Do you really wanna live in a world without coca cola?

My partner tells me that your crew

switched to a P2Pcook because of our success.

You dye your meth with food coloring

to make it look like mine.

You already ape my product at every turn.

But now...

You have the opportunity to sell it yourself.

I need you to listen to me.

We're not gonna give up this deal

to be your errand boys, do you understand?

For what?

To watch a bunch of junkies get a better high?

A better high means customers pay more.

A higher purity means a greater yield.

That's 130 million dollars of profit

that isn't being pissed away by some substandard cook.

Now you listen to me.

You've got the greatest meth cook in a,

no, the two

greatest meth cooks in America right here,

and with our skills,

you'll earn more from that 35 percent

than you ever would on your own.

Yeah. So you say.

Just wondering why we're so lucky.

Why cut us in?

Mike is retiring from our crew,

so his share of the partnership is available,

if you can handle his end... Distribution.

And if you give him five million dollars

of the 15 million that you brought today.

Just think of it as a finder's fee

for bringing us together.

We have 40 pounds of product ready to ship,

ready to go.

Are you ready?

(CHUCKLES)

Who the hell are ya?

You know.

You all know exactly who I am.

Say my name.

Do what? I don't...

I don't have a damn clue who the hell you are.

Yeah, you do. I'm the cook.

I'm the man who killed Gus Fring.

Bullshit. Cartel got Fring.

Are you sure?

That's right.

Now, say my name.

Heisenberg.

You're goddamn right.

(♪♪♪)

I gotta hand it to you, Walter.

Hey.

I appreciate the kind words,

but I'm out too, remember?

I know. We'll talk.

Maybe we should talk about how and when

I'm gonna get my five million dollars.

And we will do that.

Absolutely.

It's just, you know...

Jesse, just give me some time here, okay?

I'll need a little help getting things up and running during this transition.

You can at least do that for me, right?

Huh? Come on. Don't worry.

We'll figure it out. (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TRUNK SLAMS SHUT)

Well, I guess that's it.

Parting thoughts, of which I have two:

First, as I said,

I'll handle the legacy costs out of my end

so you won't have to worry about my guys anymore.

Second, the bug.

The DEA will do a sweep.

Can't say when. Could be anytime.

But you need to get it outta there,

sooner rather than later.

All right.

That's it?

No "thanks for the five million dollars,"

no "sorry for chaining you to a radiator"?

Just get the bug, Walter.

So, hey.

I guess, uh...

I guess I'll see you around.

No. Don't think so.

When I'm out, I'm out.

Well, I'm out, too, Mike.

Kid...

Just look out for yourself.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Are we good?

You tell me.

Okay, Jesse. Back it up.

You're good.

Keep it coming. Straight back.

Slow it down.

All right. That's good.

Hey, Mrs. White.

(TRUCK DOOR OPENS)

Vamonos.

I wish.

All right. Let's get this thing hooked up.

(CLEARS THROAT) Walt...

What is this?

Do you really wanna know?

Why are you hiding it here?

Don't worry about it.

Who are you hiding it from?

I said, "Don't worry about it."

From the police?

Or someone else?

Someone who would kill for it?

Why don't you go back in the office?

Why don't you go back in the office

and let us do this?

We'll get it out of your hair.

(CLACKING)

(RATTLING)

(CLACKING)

Oh! What'd you bring me this time?

They're bacon banana cookies.

Is there bacon in these? Oh, my God!

Just bits. Just little bits of bacon.

Just enough to make those suckers really pop.

Dan, this is too much.

I'm not sharing those.

Bad office etiquette? I don't give a crap.

They're mine. Well, they're yours to do with as you please.

Good, 'cause my husband's not getting any either.

How is Mickey? Don't get me started.

He wants to buy a boat.

I can't even get him to start the lawnmower,

and he wants to buy a boat.

Oh, I don't know. A boat might be nice.

A little one, maybe.

Oh, please. Where would you even take a boat?

All the way down to Elephant Butte?

Or Caballo. It's beautiful down there.

You can even leave it at the lake

if you don't want to haul it every time.

We are not buying a boat.

I'll tell you that right now.

And the last one is 545. 569.

Aw, dang it.

I almost got them all that time. Very good.

But actually, I've got an extra one for you this week...

603.

603. Where is that?

Right down there. Ah.

All right. I'll let you get to it.

Thanks, Dot.

Young Kaylee's gonna need a second safety deposit box

if you decide to leave one more dollar to her.

Mm.

How's the rest of it?

Oh, it's empty, as usual.

The families are pretty reliable with the pickups.

Nobody complaining about wanting it all at once?

Nah, they get it. Slow and steady wins the race.

So I guess this is it for a while?

Mm.

Don't worry about the families.

They'll keep getting their deliveries.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(HANK ON SPEAKER DEVICE) I know times are tight, but it's for the kids,

and your sponsorship would sure be appreciated.

Yeah. We have a, um, silver level,

but the gold and platinum levels

really get your name out there

on the banners and t-shirts.

Sure. No. No, that's not a problem.

No, you call me directly if things change,

you hear? (CLICK)

(SIGHS) Gomie, take a brick to my head

if I ever have to make another fun run call.

I'm done.

What's up? Why you smiling?

GOMEZ: 'Cause the Ehrmantraut warrant just came in.

Oh, baby, now we're talking.

How quick can you get your group together?

Two, three hours. Make it two.

We're gonna nail that son of a bi...

(WATER SPLASHES)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(WHISTLES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR) MAN: Police! Search warrant!

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING)

Police! Search warrant!

MIKE: Coming. Hold your horses.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Search warrant.

Police! Search warrant!

How's that restraining order working out for you?

Uh, if you want me to read that,

I'm gonna need my glasses.

MAN: Too bad you had to make the trip out from headquarters, Sergeant.

MAN 2: From out of bed, you mean.

When a cop kills himself, they want a full report.

(MAN CONTINUES FAINTLY)

MAN 3: A single contact wound.

Powder burn on his temple and right hand.

Suicide, I think.

Tell the wagon boys they can have him. Yes.

WOMAN: (CRYING) When I found him,

he... he was dead.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey! Perfect timing.

Just about to get started.

Uh, you know,

if you can get going on that settling tank,

that would be a huge help.

We left that stuff in there too long after the last cook.

Mr. White... I mean way too long.

Now we have a tremendous amount of residue.

You know what we need to invest in is a power washer.

Mr. White, can we just take a second

and talk about all this?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Yeah.

Um... Uh, look, you know what

I think we need to talk about?

Is doubling down.

Doubling down? Mm-hmm.

Cooking 100 pounds a week, not 50.

As in starting a new lab,

a lab that you'll run.

A cook all of your own.

Why not? You deserve it.

You're every bit as good as me.

Well, what do you think?

Mr. White, uh,

I think that nothing has changed for me.

I just wanna get my money and, and get out.

Jesse, this...

What we do...

Being the best at something

is a very rare thing.

You don't just toss something like that away.

And what, you wanna squander that potential?

Your potential? Why?

To do what?

I don't know.

Well, think.

To do what, Jesse?

Well, I'll figure it out, all right?

Look at you.

What have you got in your life, huh?

Nothing. Nobody.

Oh, wait. Yes.

Video games and go-carts. Mr. White...

And when you get tired of that, what then? Huh?

And how soon will you start using again?

Look...

Look, I know how upset you are

about what happened to this boy.

I am just as upset as you are.

Are you? Really?

How can you say that to me? Jesus!

I mean, I'm the one who's the father here.

What, do I have to curl up in a ball in tears in front of you?

Do I have to lock myself away in a room

and get high to prove it to you?

What happened to that boy is a tragedy,

and it tears me up inside!

But because it happened, what,

am I supposed to just lie down and die with him?

It's done!

It makes me sick that it happened,

just like everyone else who has died in our wake.

What Todd did...

You and I have done things that are just as bad.

Yeah.

All the people that we've killed...

Gale and the rest...

If you believe that there's a hell...

I don't know if you're into that. But we're...

We're already pretty much going there, right?

But I'm not gonna lie down until I get there.

What, just because I don't wanna cook meth anymore,

I'm lying down?

How many more people are gonna die 'cause of us?

No one. None.

Now that we're in control, no one else gets hurt.

You keep saying that, and it's bullshit every time!

No. Always! You know what?

I'm done, okay?

You just give me my money, and you and I,

we're done.

Hmm. Okay.

Why?

Why do you want this money?

Because it's mine. It's my cut.

But isn't it filthy blood money?

I mean, you're so pure. You have such emotional depth.

No, no, no, no. You shouldn't touch that dirty money.

I'll save you from that, Jesse.

Come on.

You want it.

You want it just as much as I want it.

And it's not wrong to want it. Okay?

So stay and work with me,

and you can make ten, 20 times as much.

Whatever, man.

You don't wanna pay me, I don't care.

Yes, you do.

It's on you, all right?

I'm done. No, you're not.

You're not done. You're not leaving,

because if you leave, you get nothing!

Do you understand me? Nothing!

Jesse!

Budget for the current fiscal year for electronic surveillance

is 1.5 million,

on par with ATF and the Marshal Service,

but still just a fraction of FBI totals.

We're lobbying congress for an additional 1.41,

but we're waiting on action reports

(FADING OUT) to demonstrate we're actually getting worthwhile results.

Our undercover operations

reap the most successful actionable intelligence,

if you refer to the chart in appendix four.

If ASAC Schrader can tell us about the surveillance man-hours...

Hank?

Hank?

Hank!

I think we're going to wrap this up.

If ASAC Schrader can stay behind

while everyone else clears out.

Thank you, everybody.

You know no one wants

to see you succeed at this more than me, right?

Yes, sir. I know how good you are.

I wouldn't have stuck my neck out to get you here if I didn't.

But you're not knocking down doors anymore, bubba.

You're in charge of an entire district office,

and that comes with responsibilities.

I mean, Hank, basic reports

aren't being filed in a timely manner.

I'll work on it. It'll get better.

Yeah, it will, because way too much time and money

is being spent on the Fring case,

a case which is essentially over.

All this overtime to surveil Michael Ehrmantraut?

That's just money that could be better spent elsewhere.

I understand,

but I'm not making these choices lightly.

We've got increased reports of blue meth on the street,

Fring's gang is still operational, and Ehrmantraut is involved.

It's that simple.

I believe you. But so what?

It's one case out of dozens,

and you don't play favorites with it just because it used to be yours.

I really think that... Don't play favorites with it, Hank.

You got a bigger job than that.

I mean, forget the financial cost.

I hear you're personally serving search warrants out in the field?

That was an error in judgment.

Won't happen again. You're damn right it won't.

I'm just gonna bottom line this for you.

The surveillance budget for Ehrmantraut is now zero.

We clear?

Sure. Thank you.

Clear. Good.

We'll be in touch.

(KNOCKING) Yeah?

Hey.

So, Ramey wanted to catch up with you?

Talk sports and stuff, I guess?

Yeah. Something like that.

No more following Ehrmantraut.

Not worth the financial investment.

Well, it's not like the guy's going anywhere.

He's not even bothering to throw our tails anymore.

He's just living a boring old-man life

like he has nothing left to hide.

And none of Fring's crew is talking?

Not giving an inch.

You sweeten the pot enough?

Zero jail time and an all-expense-paid trip to Maui?

(CHUCKLES) Not that, but close. Nobody wants to bite.

Christ!

They're either the most loyal crew in history,

or someone's still paying them off.

You still checking bank records?

No one living beyond their means.

Nine perps...

All being represented by one lawyer.

Not unusual in a case like this.

Yeah, this guy, what's his name?

Daniel Wachsberger?

He represents every one of these douche-bags except for Ehrmantraut.

Can we find out more about the lawyer?

You want me to start tailing a lawyer?

Like the shit ain't deep enough for you already?

Hey, Ramey said we couldn't follow Ehrmantraut.

He didn't say anything about anybody else.

Do it.

You're the boss.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

All right. Shall we get started?

Now, I know that most of this,

or all of this, is gonna be new to you.

But, uh, did you take chemistry in high school?

Just basic?

No.

Okay. That's all right.

As we go, I'll be as detailed as possible

without being overwhelming.

Yes, sir.

Look, Todd, I don't need you to be Antoine Lavoisier.

Uh, what I do need

is your full effort and attention.

Listen and apply yourself.

If you do that, then we just might have

a fighting chance here, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Well, here we go.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHATTERING)

Slowly. Steady.

(MUFFLED CHATTERING)

(MUFFLED CHATTERING CONTINUES)

The aluminum helps speed up the delivery of hydrogen chloride.

Gently pour it in. No spilling.

(MUFFLED CHATTERING)

(MUFFLED CHATTERING)

(MUFFLED CHATTERING)

You're gonna like the little Schticky,

but you're gonna love the big Schticky.

For bigger messes like dust bunnies under the bed

or picking up after...

Now...

The CO2 freezes the liquid,

crystallizing it,

which gives us our finished methamphetamine.

(SIGHS)

Now all that's left

is to break it up, weigh it, and we're done.

Wow. This is, um...

This is complicated. It's gonna take me a few more times

to get a grasp on it.

Oh, yeah.

It'll take a few more times.

I do all right?

You did fine, Todd.

You applied yourself. That's as much as I can ask.

Now all that's left, I guess, is to talk money.

We can talk money once I get this right.

(ZIPPER UNZIPPING) Hmm.

Morning. Guess what I have.

Cake pops. They're balls of cake on a stick.

Very nice. Thank you, Dan.

See? I put little faces on them.

Hey.

Hey.

(MICROWAVE OVEN WHIRRING)

(MICROWAVE BEEPS)

All right.

(SIGHING)

(HUMS)

Mm.

I'm, uh... I'm working with a new guy now.

And I think that it...

I think it could possibly work out,

because...

I'm trying, Hank. I really am. I'm trying,

but there's this... (SNIFFLING)

I mean, it's like I don't even exist to her.

Well, yeah... (STAMMERING)

I mean, I know she's struggling.

I know, but I... I...

I just don't know what to do.

I mean, what can I do?

Such a mess. (STAMMERS)

(SIGHS)

I mean, we... Both of us... We...

We just have screwed up so much.

I'm just... (SNIFFLES)

I'm sorry. I don't...

Um, do you, do you have any coffee? Maybe I could...

Coffee? You bet. Yeah. You bet.

What, you take, uh, cream, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

(SIGHS)

(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

All right. Here you go, buddy.

Oh, thank you, Hank. Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry to waste your time with all this.

Ah, no. (STAMMERING) It's really...

It's...you know. You know. Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey. Oh, hey.

Hey, could you excuse me?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.

Tell me something good. You tell me.

I sweated the guy for 14 hours.

That should be some kind of record.

Quit your bragging. What'd you get?

He's gonna do it. He's gonna flip.

He's willing to give us Ehrmantraut?

(CHUCKLING)

What are you wasting your time for?

Go throw a net around that son of a bitch.

All right.

(SWING CREAKING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah? DAN: Mike, hey, it's me.

Can you talk? I can.

Great. Look, there's a small situation with the money.

I don't want to do this on the phone.

Are you available?

I can come by in a few hours.

That's not good for me. Where are you now?

I'm at the park with my granddaughter.

Where exactly?

Palomita.

Oh, you know what? I'm not far.

I'll come to you. You just hang tight.

(CLICK)

(RINGING)

(GROANS) Yeah?

WALTER: Mike, they're coming for you. Right now. They're coming.

Slow down, Walter. Who? The DEA.

The DE... Somebody flipped.

They have, uh, some... Some kind of bank surveillance.

And something about some lawyer.

Someone is talking, Mike, and they're coming for you right now.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(SWING CONTINUES CREAKING)

(EXHALES)

SAUL: How could Mike use that clown of a lawyer?

Dan Wachsberger. (CHUCKLES)

He would've had better luck with the law firm of Moe, Larry and Shemp.

Always consult with me before using outside counsel.

All right, Saul. Enough, please.

Instead of just sitting around here, what can we do?

Besides pray that he gets away? I'm open to ideas.

Because if the DEA catches up with him,

and he flips, it's good night, John-boy.

No. No way Mike would ever flip, okay?

No way. (SIGHS) Yeah, yeah.

Never say never.

This is the second time the DEA has confiscated his bankroll.

(CHUCKLES) You know?

Jesus, fool me once, right?

Look, he won't flip.

But his nine guys will.

(PHONE HUMMING)

(SIGHS)

(HUMMING CONTINUES) (DRAWER CLOSES)

Hey. Whoa, whoa. It's him.

(SIGHS) Uh, Mike,

uh, I got you on speaker phone with the brain trust.

The what? The, uh...

(SNAPS FINGERS) Walt and Jesse are here.

I don't want Walt and Jesse, Saul.

I want you. I need your help. What do you need?

I got a go-bag at the airport...

Passports, money, but there are eyes everywhere.

I can't get close.

I need you to pick up that bag

and get it to me as soon as possible.

Do you know how thick the crap storm is out there because of this?

I told you not to use that lawyer. He's a hack!

Shut up, Saul, and get the bag. JESSE: Hey, Mike,

I can get it to you, all right? Just tell me what to do.

No, kid. Not you.

I'm paying Saul. He can do the job just fine.

Yeah, you're paying me, and the DEA knows I represent you,

so they're probably sitting on my car right now,

hoping I do something stupid.

Mike, I can do it, okay? It's not a problem.

No, Jesse.

Jesus, I'll do it. Besides, you're out, remember?

Mike, tell me where to get this bag.

(WATER SPLASHES)

(WATER SPLASHES)

(CAR APPROACHING)

Hello, Walter.

Before I hand this over,

I need something from you.

And what's that?

The names of your nine men.

(SCOFFS) Why?

You're never gonna pay them off. What's the point?

The point is, Mike, it affects me.

It affects Jesse, too, and we deserve to know.

The only thing left to do now is leave town. You understand?

"Leave town." Wow.

Yeah, I just can't up and leave, like you, Mike.

I've got a family. I've got people who depend on me.

Yeah.

Goodbye, Walter.

You're welcome!

(SCOFFS)

I'm sorry, what?

I want those names, Mike. You owe me that much.

I don't owe you a damn thing.

All of this, falling apart like this, is on you.

Wow.

(LAUGHS) Wow!

Oh, that's some kind of logic right there, Mike.

You screw up, get yourself followed by the DEA,

and now, suddenly, this is all my fault?

Why don't you walk me through this, Mike?

We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch!

We had Fring. We had a lab.

We had everything we needed, and it all ran like clockwork.

Oh, my God. You could've shut your mouth,

cooked, and made as much money as you ever needed.

It was perfect. But, no, you just had to blow it up.

You and your pride and your ego!

You just had to be the man.

If you'd done your job, known your place,

we'd all be fine right now!

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(QUIVERING BREATHS)

I just...

I just realized that Lydia has the names.

I can get them from her.

I'm sorry, Mike.

This... This whole thing could've been avoided.

Shut the fuck up.

Let me die in peace.

(SOFT THUD)

(♪♪♪)