All language subtitles for Breaking Bad_S05E15_Granite State.English (CC)

[GARAGE DOOR WHIRRING]

You can come on out.

It's an actual store.
ED: Mm-hm.

I guess I figured
"vacuum cleaner repair"

was a term of art.

If you would step right here
on this blue spot.

Leave your luggage
where it is for the moment.

[SIGHS]

That good?

Sure.
What about this?

I'll Photoshop that out.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, Nebraska.
What's in Nebraska?

You. From now on.

It's gonna take me some time
to get your new situation fixed.

Until then,
you're gonna be staying here.

I got a place downstairs,
out of sight.

It's not the Ritz-Carlton,

but it's comfortable enough
for short-term.

How short-term?

Considering you got
your face up on buses

and billboards all over town,

I'm thinking, uh, two days.

Maybe three.

Only thing is,

and I don't like to do this,

but, uh,
you'll have a bunk mate.

Oh, yeah? He's still here?

For the moment.

He's a special case.
Gonna take some doing.

How's he holding up?

You be the judge.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

RAMEY:
We will find Hank.

Steve too.

They're out there,
and we're gonna find them.

You have my word.

Sir.

[♪♪♪]

RAMEY:
Call it in, get her
out of here. Move.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[♪♪♪]

JESSE [ON VIDEO]:
I, uh, get to his door,

and I could hear music
inside.

Like squeaky voices.

And I thought,
you know, maybe, uh...

[SNIFFLING]

I knocked on his door.

The music stopped,
and then he was right there.

When he saw the gun,
he thought...

Hey, Kenny.

Does this pussy cry
through the entire thing?

[ALL LAUGHING]

Just watch.

JESSE:
He kept saying that, you know,
"You don't have to do this."

His eyes were so big.

[VIDEO FAST-FORWARDING]

Such a bitch.
They high-fived

He won't quit.
because it worked.

Then, you know,
we turn around,

and there is this kid
on a dirt bike

looking at us.

Drew Sharp.

That kid that went missing
up in White Horse.

It's him.

And then out of nowhere,

Todd, that Opie,
dead-eyed piece of shit,

pulls out a gun
and shoots the kid.

HANK:
This is Todd Alquist
we're talking about?

He killed Drew Sharp?

Boom.
Like it was nothing.

[VIDEO PLAYER BEEPS]

TODD:
Hey, Uncle Jack. Hold up.

We should keep him
for a while,

get a couple of cooks
under our belt.

You seriously giving me
this turn-the-other-cheek crap?

He ratted you out,
personally.

We still got 600 gallons
of methylamine.

Meth?
Who gives a shit about meth?

We won the lottery here.

We've got all the money
in the world.

You're talking to me
about selling crank?

I mean, this is millions,
Uncle Jack.

No matter how much you got, how
do you turn your back on more?

You little...

son of a bitch.

[LAUGHING]

It's that Lydia woman.

You're sweet on her,
you little bastard. Ha, ha, ha.

Hey, Kenny,
you believe this?

Hey, it's all about this
right here, huh?

[MEN LAUGHING]

Come on.

You can do better.

That one's so uptight,

probably got a wood chipper
for a coochie.

Stick it in down there,
you're pulling back a stump.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Aw, what the hell.

Heart wants what
the heart wants, right?

Let's go back and watch some
more of that crybaby rat, huh?

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪♪]

[MEN CONTINUE SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE]

[DOOR CLOSES IN DISTANCE]

[♪♪♪]

How thick is it?

This is mild steel?

Uh-huh.

No, this would be cash.

What?

Nothing.

Hey, you know what?

Make yourself useful.

Give me a list of hitters,
mercenaries.

Yes, yes, I remember.
You've got "concerns."

Don't worry.
We'll take the time to vet them.

Make sure there are no
undercover cops on the team.

Five should do it,

providing they're the right men
for the job.

I'm gonna hate myself
for asking,

but who are we hitting?

Jack Welker and his men.

They murdered Hank.
They stole my life's work.

I don't know
any hit men.

You know a guy
who knows a guy.

Just get me the contacts.
Anybody in that world.

I'm paying top dollar.
We'll find them.

You mind if I give you
a nickel's worth of advice?

Just for old time's sake?

You're worried about
your wife and kids?

Don't leave.

The way things are now,
some people-- Not me, mind you,

but some people might say
you're leaving her high and dry.

Some people would be
ignorant on the facts.

Some people wouldn't know

that as far as the police
are concerned,

Skyler is
a blameless victim.

[SCOFFS]

No, no, no. Go ahead.

Get it off your chest.

Go on.

The phone call was a smart move.
Kudos to you.

Odds are it was recorded.
It'll play great for a jury.

It might even buy her
a mistrial.

In a year and a half.

Until then, if they don't
have you, they go after her.

There's no point.
She knows nothing.

Well, too bad.
She's got nothing to trade.

I hate to be a downer here,

but there are two
DEA agents missing,

presumed dead.

Think the feds
will let that go

because you hit
the ejector seat?

First thing
they're gonna do,

they will RICO your wife
and kids out of the house.

That condo is gone.

Your bank accounts,
they're frozen.

Her picture is probably on TV
right now, next to yours.

Who's gonna hire her?

Money is no problem.

Well, I don't mean
to contradict you,

but getting it to her,
impossible.

The feds are praying
that you'll make contact.

The Internet, the phone,
it's all tapped.

Hey, Mike was no dummy.

But every time
he tried to get his nest egg

to his granddaughter,

it ended up
in Uncle Sam's pockets.

So you propose what?

Stay.
Face the music.

I mean, how much time
have you got left?

You walk in
with your head held high,

be the John Dillinger of the
Metropolitan Detention Center.

How bad is that?

And you bring a barrel
full of drug money.

Maybe that soothes
some troubled waters.

Maybe they let your family
stay in the house.

After all, the house predates
the criminal enterprise.

God,
you think I want to run?!

This is the last thing
that I want.

This--
This changes nothing.

What I do,
I do for my family.

My money
goes to my children.

Not just this barrel.
All of it!

I'm going to kill Jack
and his entire crew,

and I'm gonna take back
what is mine

and give it to my children.

And then, and only then...

am I through.

Do you understand?

Everything good?

Define "good."

You're set. Time to go.

You'll be a little longer.

I'm still working
on transportation.

Change of plans.

He's coming with me.

No. No, that's not--

We're going together.
I can use him.

I'll give you two a minute.

Hey, I'm a civilian.
I'm not your lawyer anymore.

I'm nobody's lawyer.
The fun is over.

From here on out,
I'm Mr. Low-Profile.

A douche bag with a job
and three pairs of Dockers.

If I'm lucky, month from now,
best-case scenario,

I'm managing a Cinnabon
in Omaha.

You're still part of this,
whether you like it or not.

Sorry. I don't think so.

You remember
what I told you?

It's not over until--

[COUGHING]

[CONTINUES COUGHING]

[GASPING]

It's over.

[COUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

MAN 1:
Do you want us to cuff her now?
Would that make you feel better?

MAN 2:
Your client admits to...

[MAN 1 SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN 1:
Her day of reckoning is now.

[SPEAKING
IN DISTORTED VOICE]

MAN 1:
--by the time
this goes to trial.

Is she even listening?

Mrs. White?

Are you following all this?

Do you understand
what's happening here?

Yes.

I understand.

I understand
I'm in terrible trouble.

I understand that you will use
everything in your power

against me and my children
unless--

Unless I give you Walt.

But the truth is,
I can't give you what you want.

I don't know where he is.

[SIGHS]

All right, go and discuss this
with your lawyer here.

Rack your brain.

And hope you can come up
with something we can use.

[SLURPING]

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
Four-seventeen?

Four-seventeen.
No activity.

[HOLLY CRYING]

[HOLLY CONTINUES CRYING]

[SKYLER GASPS THEN GRUNTS]

[SKYLER WHIMPERING]

[♪♪♪]

Ma'am, is there anybody else
in the house?

What about your son?

If I go look in his room,
am I gonna see him?

He's not gonna pop out
and surprise me?

If this guy takes his hand away,
are you gonna scream?

He's at his friend's house.

He's been there all week.

Please, please,
don't hurt my baby. Please--

TODD:
Ma'am.

Please.

We got a lot of respect
for your husband.

There's just something
that we gotta straighten out.

Okay, we know that you've
been talking to the police,

and that's okay.
You gotta do that.

But you've seen some people.

Like that lady
who came into the car wash.

The one with the black hair.

You said anything about her?

No.

You sure about that?

I didn't.

The police don't need
to know anything about her.

Okay, ma'am,
I'm gonna need you to say it.

I will not

say anything about her.
Ever.

I swear.

Okay.

When we leave,
you're not gonna go running

to those police officers
out front?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

Because you really
don't want us coming back.

[♪♪♪]

[HOLLY CRYING]

[SKYLER PANTING]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]

[DOOR OPENS]

[CHATTERING]

WOMAN:
Uh-huh. Sure.

Don't.
Stay where you are.

We'll talk like this.

Okay.

So that thing
that we talked about,

I went to
Mr. and Mrs. White's house--

You don't have to say
the name.

Sure.
And it went really good.

I mean, the message was received
loud and clear.

The message? Yeah.

Look, I know you did your best.
I just think--

Hi. What can I get you?

Chamomile tea
with soy milk, please.

And I'll need more stevia.
Sure.

The person we're discussing
saw my face.

You're not Western Union.

We can't just settle
for you sending messages.

Really, if you'd been there,
I think you'd see it different.

We threw a real scare
into her.

She seems like a nice lady
watching out for her kids.

So you're not going to have
a problem with her.

I can pretty much
guarantee it.

I wish I had your certainty,

but I'm not like you
and your uncle.

I'm just-- I'm not used
to this kind of risk.

We're gonna have
to take a break.

I have 50 pounds vacuum-packed
and ready to go.

And I wish you all the luck
in the world with it.

It's 92 percent.

I'm sorry?

Ninety-two percent.

Truly?
Tested it twice.

And it's blue,
just like before.

Ninety-two.
That's Heisenberg level.

He's not with you?

Well, next best thing.
Pinkman.

They're looking for Pinkman.

Well, they're not going
to find him.

He's with us,
and he's not going anywhere.

Ms. Quayle, this is
what your guys in Europe

have been begging for,
right?

I just think
we work together good.

We make a good team.

I think it's kind of

mutually good.

Ninety-two percent.

[GROANS]

Unh.

Unh.

[GRUNTING]

Mr. Lambert,
welcome to New Hampshire.

All right.

Let's have a look
at this place.

You got about a month's worth
of food on hand.

Most of it is canned goods,

but there's steaks
in the freezer.

You got a generator outside,
works on LP.

Ought to be enough in the tank
to last the winter.

It's only 15 amps,

but that ought to do
for the lights,

the TV and the freezer.

That's a wood-burner.

Ought to warm the place up
pretty good.

Plus you can cook on it.

On the TV front,
the reception's pretty much nil.

You got some mountains
in the way.

Weather is right, you might
be able to catch Montreal,

but mostly
you'll be limited to DVDs.

Mr. Magorium's
Wonder Emporium.

Two copies. Hm.

I'm not much of a movie guy.

I'll make a supply run
next month.

You want something else
to watch, put it on the list.

Supply run. Heh.

Fifty thousand dollars
for a trip to Costco.

It's risk. And risk is
what you're paying me for,

not toilet paper.

Risk and a 4400-mile
round trip.

Mr. Lambert,

my clients and I
don't usually have

an ongoing relationship.

Normally you and I would have
already gone our separate ways,

but you're you.

Where's the phone?
No phone.

Up here, ice storms
equal service calls,

equal you in cuffs.

Internet?
Same deal.

Also satellite, cable TV,
drop phone, car.

You want news, I'll bring
the Albuquerque papers.

Whatever you need,
just put it on the list.

Put it on the list. Yeah.

Look, I have
business to conduct.

Your business
is your business.

My business is keeping you
out of custody.

You are the target
of a nation-wide manhunt.

Your face is all over TV.

You are the hottest client
I have ever had, by far.

It stands to reason
you've got to keep out of sight.

And what's keeping me
from walking out that gate?

Nothing.

There's a little one-horse town
eight miles down the hill.

There's not a thing
on God's green earth

that I can do to stop you
going down there.

All I'm saying is...

if you leave this place,
you will get caught.

And I gotta tell you,

if I find out that
you've left the reservation,

I won't be coming back.

That is for my own safety.
You understand?

Sure.

Know how to work
the stove?

The flue can be tricky.
Yeah, I got it.

You paid good money
for this.

You got two acres up here,
lots of woods, nice, warm place.

Seems to me just the spot

for a man to rest up
and think on things.

If you look around,
it's kind of beautiful.

You've been very helpful.
Thank you.

See you in a month.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[WALT COUGHING]

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Oh. Huh.

[JESSE GRUNTING]

Come--

[GRUNTING]

KENNY:
Oh, so you're just too good
to eat with the rest of us, huh?

TODD: It's not for me.
KENNY: Damn, man, seriously.

KENNY:
That's not
my chocolate chip, is it?

You're gonna spoil him.

TODD:
Hey, you awake?

Uh, yeah.

We had some Ben & Jerry's.

There's peanut butter cup
and AmeriCone Dream.

I didn't know what you liked,
so I got you some of each.

There you go.

So that batch that
you just cooked was 96 percent.

Kind of figured you deserved
a little something.

Thanks.

Well, better get some sleep.

Tomorrow's gonna be
a big day.

Got a whole new batch.

Hey, Todd.
Yeah?

Would you mind
leaving the tarp off tonight?

Well, might get cold.

No, I don't mind. I just...

I just wanna see the stars.

Sure. Okay.

Thanks.

Well, good night, Jesse.

Night.

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

[GRUNTING]

Come on, bitch.

[♪♪♪]

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

Go ahead! Do it!

Just kill me now and get it over
with, because there's no way

I'm doing one more cook
for you psycho fucks!

[DOORBELL RINGS]

ANDREA:
Yes?

Hi, ma'am.
How you doing tonight?

You're Andrea, right?

How can I help you?

You know Jesse Pinkman?

Right?
Well, I'm a friend of his.

My name's Todd.

I'm sorry to bother you so late,
but it's nice to meet you.

How is Jesse? Is he okay?

Yeah, he's okay.

Actually,
I brought him with me.

Jesse's here?

Yeah, he's right over there
in that truck.

ANDREA:
Where?

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

No!

Just so you know,
this isn't personal.

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

No!

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[SOBBING]

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

Whoa, hey, settle down.

Settle down.

Hey, remember.

There's still the kid.

[PANTING]

[GASPS]

[WALT COUGHING]

I brought you a couple
of cases of Ensure.

Maybe put a little weight
on you.

Jesus.

I can barely read this.

Ah. Almost forgot.

Without a prescription,
I had to take an educated guess

and shotgun it.

One of these
ought to come close.

Oh.

Did you check on them?

Is Skyler in a better place?

No, she's still at that place
off of Eubank.

Kids are both still with her
for the moment.

There's no court date yet.

The news was talking
about a grand jury,

but they didn't say when.

I saw her public defender
on TV.

Looks like a deer
in the headlights.

Think I got socks older
than him.

What are they doing
for money?

She's doing taxi dispatch,
part-time.

Leaves the baby with a neighbor
when she goes in.

I saw her shopping one time.

She looks pretty good.

And she's using her
maiden name.

I wouldn't take that personally,
under the circumstances.

Those working for you?

Yeah, yeah.

I took a run
by your old house.

The auction's still pending.

They put a fence up
around it.

They put up a fence?

Seems like the place got to be
kind of a tourist attraction.

Kids breaking in.

The neighbors complained,
so the bank put up a fence.

You ready?
Hm?

Yeah.

ED:
Sorry about last time.

It should go better now.

I watched a couple
of YouTube videos.

It's all about
finding the vein.

Give it to me.
I'll do it.

Here, you do it.

Make a fist. Tight.
There we go.

All right, it's just...

Stick.

That's it. Okay. Hey.

Pretty good. There you go.

Think I had worse
my last physical.

I will see you on...

Let's see.

Afternoon of the 15th.

Stay a little longer?

Yeah, I got a long trip
ahead of me.

Two hours?

I'll give you
another $10,000.

Please.

Ten thousand.

One hour.

Cards?

[DRAWER OPENS AND CLOSES]

All right, well...

The game will be
seven-card.

I'll deal,
since you are encumbered.

One of these days,
when you come up here,

I'll be dead.

My money over there.

What happens to it then?

What if I ask you
to give it to my family?

Would you do it?

If I said yes...

would you believe me?

You wanna cut the cards?

No.

A king.

Two kings.

[WIND WHISTLING]

[FIRE CRACKLING]

[COUGHING]

[RING CLINKING]

[GRUNTING]

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[COUGHING]

[PA BEEPS]

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Flynn White to
the principal's office, please.

I'm sorry to pull you
out of class.

It's your aunt Marie.

It sounds very important.

You can take it in here,
okay?

Okay.

Here he is.

Thank you.

Hey, Aunt Marie.

What's--? What's going on?

Hold on a sec, honey.

ANNOUNCER [ON TV]:
Look at those numbers
for Denver.

Things haven't gone
their way.

Son, it's me.
Please, don't let on.

Carmen is nearby, right?
She cannot know.

Son, are you there?

Yes.

It's so good
to hear your voice.

I, uh...

I, uh...

Son, the things
that they're saying

about me.

I did wrong.
I made some terrible mistakes.

But the reasons
were always...

Things happened
that I never intended.

I never intended--

[WALT SNIFFLING OVER PHONE]

Listen, son,
we don't have much time.

Is Louis' family still
at 4848 Newcombe?

Son, your friend,
Louis Corbett,

does his family still live in
that same place up on Newcombe?

Yes.

Okay, good.
Okay, he's a good kid.

He's like you.
He'll understand.

I'm sending Louis
a package.

Now, it's addressed to Louis,
but it's for you,

your mother
and your sister.

There's money inside.

About $100,000. Okay?

I think.

It was all that I could fit
into the box.

It has to be a secret.

If anyone says a word,
the police will take it.

[CRYING]

I wanted to give you
so much more.

But this is all I could do.

Do you understand?

Son?

Can you hear me?
Do you understand?

You want to send money?

Yes. Good.

Good, good.

So you'll talk to Louis,
right?

You killed Uncle Hank.

You killed him!

Listen. Wait. Wait, son.
Please--

No. What you did to Mom--
You asshole.

You killed Uncle Hank.

Listen to me.
You've got to listen to me.

Just shut up.
Just stop it. Stop it.

I don't want anything
from you.

I don't give a shit.

You need this money.

You killed Uncle Hank.
You killed him!

Your mother needs
this money.

It can't all be for nothing.

What you did--

Please. Please.

Just shut up. Shut up.

Will you just--?
Just leave us alone.

You asshole!

[SNIFFLING]

Why are you still alive?

Why won't you just die
already?

Please--

Just-- Just die.

[LINE DISCONNECTS]

ANNOUNCER 1 [ON TV]:
Wagner hasn't had to be
really stellar tonight.

Made solid saves
back in the first period.

[ANNOUNCERS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON TV]

ANNOUNCER 2:
You know, that's probably--

Going back,
look at Wagner's numbers,

it seems like he's one of
the last goalies in the league.

They don't wanna
put pressure on this guy.

ANNOUNCER 1:
Kevin Granato looks to make
a move, had the puck taken.

Denver comes back out
the other way.

[COINS JINGLING]

ANNOUNCER 1:
--by Graham Melanson
off Rycroft. Who else?

[LINE RINGING]

Boy, he's been
all over the ice tonight.

MAN [OVER PHONE]:
DEA, Albuquerque
District Office.

How may I direct your call?

I'd like to speak
to the agent

in charge of the Walter White
investigation.

Who may I say is calling?

Walter White.

MAN:
Hello? Hello?

Sir?
Sir, are you still there?

ANNOUNCER 2 [ON TV]:
--this is not just a goalie
out there, it's a whole team.

ANNOUNCER 1:
Two forty-nine remaining
in the third period.

BARTENDER:
You ready for that drink now?

Dimple Pinch. Neat.

BARTENDER:
You got it.

ANNOUNCER 1:
--and Melanson, with a good
look, makes the save.

ANNOUNCER 2:
That's why you need good,
solid breakout passes.

Matt Peterson--
Englehart wins the draw,

back to Peterson,

goes behind the net,
makes a terrible breakout pass,

goes right to Hackard.

He just winds up,
puts it on net here.

Turnovers, turnovers.

When you get turnovers in the
offensive zone, chances happen.

Hopefully
it won't happen again.

ANNOUNCER 1:
Turnovers generally--

[CHANNELS CHANGING ON TV]

WOMAN 1:
I wasn't sure you'd come.

MAN 1:
I'm not staying--

MAN 2:
Is this transfer good on the--?

WOMAN 2:
Darker than a normal rosé--

MAN 3:
For us, it's always been
science first, and--

Wait, would you--?
Would you--?

Would you go back,
please?

MAN 4: ShamWows--
ELLIOTT: More of a by-product.

There.
GRETCHEN: Exactly.

BARTENDER: What, this?
Yes.

ROSE:
But just yesterday,
your charity,

the Gretchen and
Elliott Schwartz Foundation,

announced
a $28 million grant

for drug-abuse
treatment centers

throughout the Southwest.

ELLIOTT:
Charlie, the Southwest
is our home,

and we couldn't just ignore

what's going on
in our own backyard.

ROSE:
But I'm sure you're aware
that there are people

who suggest other motives.

Andrew Ross Sorkin
of The New York Times

wrote a column suggesting

that the grant was
a kind of publicity maneuver

to shore up the stock price
of Gray Matter Technologies

because of your association
with Walter White.

ELLIOTT:
That's not exactly the way--

ROSE:
To cleanse yourselves,
so to speak,

of having
a methamphetamine kingpin

as cofounder
of your company.

ELLIOTT:
Charlie, I'm glad
you brought that up.

I have to believe that the
investing public understands

we're talking about a person
who was there early on,

but who had nothing to do with
the creation of the company

and still less to do
with growing it.

ROSE:
So, what was Walter White's
contribution?

ELLIOTT:
You know, to be honest...
Honey?

The company name.
The company name.

We came up with it
by combining our names.

"Schwartz" means "black."

Black plus white
makes gray.

Hence
Gray Matter Technologies.

ELLIOTT:
Exactly.
As far as I can recall,

his contribution
begins and ends there.

ROSE:
There are continuing reports
of blue methamphetamine,

considered
his signature product,

throughout the Southwest

and some evidence
of reaching as far as Europe.

So my question is,

is Walter White
still out there?

GRETCHEN:
No, he's not.

You sound very sure.

GRETCHEN:
I am.

I can't speak
to this Heisenberg

that people refer to,

but whatever he became,

the sweet, kind,
brilliant man

that we once knew long ago,
he's gone.

ROSE:
But to be absolutely clear...

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[GUN COCKS]

COP 1:
Police! Hands!

Show us your hands.
Show us your hands.

MAN:
What's going on?

COP 2:
Let's see your hands!

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