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Breaking Bad (2008–2013) was a critically acclaimed American AMC drama about a 50-year-old high school chemistry teacher, Walter White, (played by Bryan Cranston) who discovers that he has terminal lung cancer. Walter decides to use his extensive knowledge of chemistry to enter the drug trade and produce crystal methamphetamine, using the profits to provide for his family after his death. The term to "break bad" is American Southeast slang meaning to turn against one's previously lawful lifestyle for one of criminal acts, usually at the cost of someone else's life or well-being.

Seven-Thirty-Seven [2.01]

Walter: Adjusting for inflation – good state college – adjusting for inflation, say $45,000 a year, two kids, four years of college...$360,000. Remaining mortgage on the home, $107,000. Home equity line, $30,000, that's $137,000. Cost of living, food, clothing, utilities – say, two grand a month? I mean, that should put a dent in it, anyway. 24K a year provides for, say, ten years. That's $240,000, plus 360 plus 137...737. $737,000, that's what I need. That is what I need. You and I both clear about 70 grand a week. That's only ten and a half more weeks. Call it eleven. Eleven more drug deals and always in a public place from now on. It's doable. Definitely doable.

Jesse: Oh, we are dead. Dead men! Muerto, or muerte, or however the hell you...Jesus...

Walter: This is conjecture.

Jesse: This is conjecture?

Walter: Conjecture, yes. And conjecture isn't helping.

Jesse: Oh, my conjecture isn't helping?

Walter: Could you just state the facts?

Jesse: Alright, fine, facts in. Fact A: my phone rang like eight times last night. Dead air, hang-ups every time. Second fact? Like three in the morning, I saw that black Caddy of his cruising my neighborhood. No headlights.

Walter: No, if he wanted to kill us, he would have done it at the junkyard.

Jesse: What is that? Conjecture? Are you basing that on that he's got a normal, healthy brain or something? Did you not see him beat a dude to death for, like, nothing? And that way–that way he just kept staring at us. Saying, "You're done." You're done?! You wanna know what that means? I will tell you what that means! That means exactly how it sounds, yo! Alright, we are witnesses, we are loose ends! Right now, Tuco's thinking, "Yeah, hey, they cook good meth, but can I trust them?" What happens when he decides "no"?

[Jesse is explaining how he will kill Tuco]

Jesse: Alright, say we set up one last sale, this is providing he doesn't decide to waste us before then. Now every time we bring in a new batch he always tests the product, right? So as his head is down, y'know giving it a snort, just pop, pop, pop!

Walter: Pop, pop, pop? So three shots?

Jesse: Yeah, three shots, or I dunno, two?

Walter: Wait, so is it two or is it three?

Jesse: I mean, two would probably work, I guess, yeah.

Walter: Okay, two shots. Two shots in the chest, two shots in the face, what?

Jesse: Man, c'mon!

Walter: No, I am just trying to understand how this works!

Jesse: Look, it's got five bullets. I finally figured out how to...[Jesse struggles to open the gun]...look, I just finally...[Jesse gives up]...I figured it out. I say we get a second gun. Right? For you? I mean, don't we like double our chances? I mean, mathematically?

Walter: I've got a better idea.

Jesse: Oh thank God!

Skyler: I need support. Me, the almost forty year old pregnant woman with the surprise baby on the way. And the husband with lung cancer who disappears for hours on end and I don't know where he goes and he barely even speaks to me anymore. With the moody son who does the same thing. And the overdrawn checking account. And the lukewarm water heater that leaks rusty looking crap and is rotting out the floor of the utility closet and we can't even afford to fix it! But oh, I see! Now I'm supposed to go, "Hank, please, what can I possibly do to further benefit my spoiled, kleptomaniac bitch sister who somehow always manages to be the center of attention?" 'Cause God knows she's the one with the really important problems!

Grilled [2.02]

Jesse: So, you plan to, uh, ice Gonzo, like...future tense?

Tuco: What?

Walter: You're saying, Tuco, you're saying Gonzo is currently operating as a police informant as far as you know? [Tuco nods] I'm very sorry to hear that. That's disappointing.

Jesse: Yeah. I would waste him, too, yo.

Tuco: Shut up.

Jesse: Okay.

Marie: Chemotherapy and marijuana go together like apple pie and Chevrolet.

Walter: We need a plan.

Jesse: Think, think. Let's just bum rush him, man. You know, you crack him over the head with something and I'll go for his gun.

Walter: Crack him over the head with something? [Walter sarcastically holds up a fly swatter]

Jesse: You got the C, man, alright? You're as good as checked out already, okay? You should be all like sacrificial, jumping on a grenade, yo. Just...

Walter: Oh, so my life is not the priority here because I'm gonna be dead soon anyway? That's your point?

Jesse: Uh, yeah?

[Hector, Tuco's invalid uncle, keeps ringing his bell after catching Walter and Jesse attempting to poison Tuco's food]

Tuco: What? What do you want?! No. Don't even tell me you're hungry. Don't go there. [Tuco notices Hector is staring at Walter and Jesse] Hahaha! Are you mad doggin' them, tio? What, you don't like them? [Hector rings the bell] One ding. That means yes. Tio don't like you. Why don't you like them, tio? You don't trust them? [Hector rings the bell] Why don't you trust them, tio?

Walter: Tuco, c'mon, hey, he's, there's clearly some dementia. He's not lucid.

Tuco: Shh! Did they do something to you, tio? Was it something that you don't like? [Hector rings the bell] What did they do to you? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY TIO?!

Walter: Nothing, nothing.

Tuco: BULLSHIT! MY TIO DOES NOT LIE!

Walter: I don't know. I swear, I don't know. I, no, I, it, maybe it was, I did change the channel on his TV, but, uh...

Jesse: Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it. While you were cooking, you know, he was watching one of those, uh, those, uh, telenovels, y'know, with all those ripe honeys on it? Y'know, he was really into it. I told you not to change the channel, man! Y'know, dude needs his eye candy. That's it!

Tuco: Hahahahaha! Tio! Is that it, tio? Is that it, tio? Did they change your mamitas? [Hector is silent] What are you telling me, tio? Huh? Are they punking me? [Hector rings the bell]

[Tuco slowly walks toward Jesse]

Jesse: Hey...no...no, man. No...

Tuco: COME HERE!

Jesse: Don't shoot!

[Tuco grabs Jesse and drags him outside]

Walter: No, no, Tuco!

[Walter runs after them as Tuco begins to beat up Jesse]

Walter: Tuco...

Tuco: SHUT UP!

[Tuco punches Jesse in the stomach and points the rifle at his head]

Jesse: No, please, no! God, please, no! Oh God, I don't wanna die!

Tuco: Tell me what you did, Walter!

Jesse: Jesus, I don't wanna die! NO!

Tuco: TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!

[Walter notices Jesse has dug up a rock]

Walter: We tried to poison you. We tried to poison you because you are an insane, degenerate piece of filth and you deserve to die.

[Jesse bashes Tuco in the face with the rock. He drops the rifle into a shallow pit. Walter grabs it as Tuco and Jesse scuffle on the ground. Jesse manages to grab a small pistol tucked into Tuco's belt and shoots Tuco in the gut. Tuco screams in pain]

Jesse: [kicking Tuco into the shallow pit] Who's the bitch now?!

Walter: Let him bleed.

Jesse: I told you not to change the channel, Man!

Jesse: The dude needs his eye candy ...

Walter: That must be it!

Tuco: Is that it, Tio? Did they change your mamitas' channel? Is that what you're telling me, Tio? Are they punking me?

Bit by a Dead Bee [2.03]

Marie: Well, which supermarket? Is it like a big one? Like a chain?

Skyler: Marie...

Marie: Don't get me wrong. I think it's just great that he's, y'know, 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?

[Hank is interrogating Jesse about his car being found at Tuco's hideout]

Hank: So who's your chief, little Injun?

Jesse: What? What does that even mean?

Hank: 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.

Jesse: So what're you saying? Like, I shot someone with, like, a gun?

Hank: You? No. Only shooting that you do is into a Kleenex.

Walter: 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 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.

Therapist: 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?

Walter: Doctor, my wife is seven months pregnant with a baby we didn't intend. My fifteen-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 eighteen months, I will be dead. And you ask why I ran?

[Hank and Gomez have had Tuco's uncle Hector brought to the interrogation room in hopes that he'll identify Jesse]

Hank: Gomie, you want to do the honors?

Gomez: Buenos tardes, Señor Salamanca. Entiendes el ingles? ["Good evening, Mr. Salamanca. Do you understand English?"]

[Hector rings the bell]

Hank: What does that mean?

Nurse: That means "yes". "Yes" is a bell, "no" is no bell.

Jesse: Oh c'mon, this is bullshit! I mean look at this dude, alright? He doesn't even know what planet he's living on!

Gomez: Señor, are we on the planet Mars? [no bell] Are we on the planet Saturn? [no bell] Are we on the planet Earth? [Hector rings the bell] Señor, is today Friday? [no bell] Is today Monday? [no bell] Is today Tuesday? [Hector rings the bell]

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

Gomez: Señor, was this man at your house yesterday? [Hector does nothing] Señor, was this man at your house yesterday?

Hank: This guy right here, he was at your house, right? Was he doing business with your nephew Tuco?

Gomez: Señor, are you scared of this man?

Hank: Nah, he's not scared. C'mon granddad, why don't you wanna help us out?

[Hector turns to Hank, stands up, and defecates in his chair]

Gomez: Oh man!

Hank: I guess that's a "no"....

Walter: Pay phone?

Jesse: Pay phone, middle of nowhere, nobody followed. So how'd it go?

Walter: Okay. You?

Jesse: They sweated me plenty, but they finally cut me loose. So you getting out of there?

Walter Tomorrow. So who came for you? The DEA? What'd they ask you?

Jesse: Yeah, that's the thing, y'know? Your scumbag brother-in-law took my rainy day fund.

Walter: Your what? What is that?

Jesse: My rainy day fund, $68,000, okay? Cue ball son of a bitch laughed in my face. Now I got, like, eighty bucks to my name.

Walter: Wait, wait, what does he know? Does he know it's your money?

Jesse: No, man, he doesn't know shit, okay? The plan worked. He bought it. I got bills due, man. I'm screwed.

Walter: Did he mention my name?

Jesse: No, thanks for caring.

Walter: How about the basement?

Jesse: It's clean.

Walter: And the RV?

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

Walter: Can he get it running again?

Jesse: Why?

Walter: So we can cook.

Jesse: You still wanna cook? Seriously?

Walter: What's changed, Jesse?

Down [2.04]

Walter: [to Skyler] Our son doesn't know who Boz Scaggs is. We have failed as parents.

[Movers are taking away Jesse's things]

Jesse: Hey, hey! What the hell, yo? I thought this was just a wake-up call!

Mrs. Pinkman: We are putting it in storage. When you decide to grow up, you can have it back.

Jesse: No, why don't you grow up, mom? Jenny wanted me here! Alright, I was the one who took care of her. Alright, I took her to her appointments and made her lunch everyday. I earned this!

Mrs. Pinkman: You did not make her lunch everyday.

Jesse: What'd you do, huh? She's lying there dying, and where the hell are you?

Mrs. Pinkman: Don't start with me.

Jesse: And now what? You decided to, oh I don't know, make your eldest son homeless? Wow, great family, mom!

[Mrs. Pinkman slaps Jesse]

Mrs. Pinkman: Why are you like this?! Why?! [pause] You have two sets of keys and the padlock to the garage. Leave them on the kitchen counter when you leave.

Jesse: No, mom, mom, mom! Hey, where am I supposed to go?

Mrs. Pinkman: I don't know, sweetheart. But please, turn your life around.

Jesse: Yeah, yeah, this is gonna help big time with that. BITCH!

[Walter picks up the phone]

Walter: White residence.

Jesse: Yo, it's me. Is this a good time?

Walter: What part of "no contact" didn't you understand?

Jesse: I know, but there's a problem.

Walter: I don't care. We agreed...[Skyler walks by]...no amount of pay-per-view channels is going to make a difference. Honey, we're happy with our cable provider, right? Yep, we're happy. [Walter hangs up]

Skyler: Okay, don't talk, Walt! Shut up and say something that isn't complete bullshit! You want to know what you have to do? You have to tell me what's really going on right now – today. No more excuses, no more apologies, no more of these...these obvious desperate breakfasts! You don't wanna lose contact with me, Walt? Good. Then tell me. Now.

[long pause]

Walter: Tell you what?

[Walter sees Jesse's RV parked in front of his house]

Walter: What the f...?

[Walter knocks on the door and Jesse lets him in]

Jesse: Yo, I'm really sorry, okay?

Walter: What is wrong with you? Why are you blue? Aw Jesus...

Jesse: Long story. Let's just say it starts with my parents being greedy kleptomaniac douchebags.

Walter: Are you actually this stupid...

Jesse: No, look, I know this isn't an optimal situation...

Walter: ...to come to my house, and park on my street, driving this vehicle? I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?! I'm really asking!

Jesse: Nothing. I'm sorry, I just...

Walter: What if Skyler had seen you, huh? What then? What was the plan then, genius? Hm?

Jesse: I don't know.

Walter: You don't know. You know why you don't know? Because you don't think! That's why! You don't think! You never figured out how to think, did you, big man?

Jesse: Hey, I said I was sorry, alright? I just need my half of the money and I'll go!

Walter: Your half? There is no your half of the money! There is only my all of it, do you understand?! Why, why should I be penalized because of your sloppiness?!

[Walter pushes Jesse]

Jesse: Look, that is completely uncool, alright? We agreed 50/50, partners!

Walter: Partners in what? What exactly do you do here, I've been meaning to ask. Because I'm the producer, right? I cook. But from what I can tell, you are just a drug addict! You are a pathetic junkie too stupid to understand and follow simple rudimentary instructions! Too stupid to–

[Jesse grabs Walter by the head and shoves him into the wall. The two struggle. Jesse pushes Walter to the ground and starts to strangle him. He lifts his fist up to punch Walter.]

Walter: ...Do it...

[Jesse lowers his fist and collapses next to Walter, both exhausted]

Breakage [2.05]

Hank: So things are quiet, y'know? Not a lot of crystal on the streets right now.

Merkert: Good.

Hank: Of course that's not gonna last. I'm waiting to see who's gonna rally the roaches now that his turf is up for grabs.

Merkert: No takers so far?

Hank: Well, we keep hearing a name. Heisenberg. Lately pretty much every dimebagger we come across.

Merkert: Heisenberg?

Hank: Yeah, I know. Maybe it's a tweaker urban legend. Still, somebody somewhere is cooking that big blue we keep finding.

Jesse: I got profile now, yo. Don't you get that? DEA's up my ass. [takes a sip of his beer] No, I'm not exposing myself to that level of risk for chump change. - No way.

Walter: [in a calm tone] - Then what do you suggest we do? I don't think either of us are eager to jump into bed with another Tuco.

Jesse: Tuco? no, man ... no more Taco... I got bills, man.

Walter: [squints eyes at Jesse] You've got bills?

Jesse: Rent, yo. Responsibilities and what not. I've already lost more than I've made and I am tired of dicking around out here. [takes a sip of his beer]

Walter: You wanna know how much I've got left? After completing my first round of treatment and financing the world's most expensive alibi? Zero. Zip. Nothing.

Jesse: We got to be Tuco. Alright, cut out the middle man, run our own game.

Walter: So you're going to what? Snort meth off a bowie knife? You're gonna beat your homies to death when they "dis" you?

Jesse: Look, I know some guys, alright? I can create a network. Look, we control production and distribution. That way we stay off the front lines while moving some serious glass. I mean, the point here is to make money, right? Sky high stacks!

Walter: No.

Jesse: No? That's not the point?

Walter: No, I am not willing to do that!

Jesse: Who said anything about you?

Walter: I don't vote for this plan. I'm not comfortable bringing in unknown entities into our operation.

Jesse: Yeah? Well, you don't get to vote.

Walter: I beg your pardon? This is a partnership, remember?

Jesse: I remember, oh, I remember. That you cook, I sell. That was the division of labor when we started all this. And that's exactly how we should have kept it! 'Cause I sure as hell didn't find myself locked in a trunk or on my knees with a GUN to my head before your greedy old ass came along, alright?

Walter: Alright, I will admit to a bit of a learning curve.

Jesse: Oh-ho!

Walter: And perhaps I was overly ambitious. In any case, it's not gonna happen that way anymore.

Jesse: Yeah, damn straight. Know why? 'Cause we do things my way this time or I walk! You need me more than I need you...Walt.

Walter Jr.: Yeah. Hell yeah. Kick ass and take names.

Walter: You asked me what I want you to do.

[Walter places a gun in front of Jesse]

Walter: I want you to handle it.

Peekaboo [2.06]

Jesse: You got something for me?

Skinny Pete: Yeah, I found 'em.

[Skinny Pete hands Jesse a piece of paper]

Jesse: Is this a five or an S?

Skinny Pete: Five, yo. No wait...S. No, no...yeah, five.

Jesse: Yeah? Jesus, how the hell do you spell "street" wrong? S-T-R-E-A-T?

Skinny Pete: Hey, man, I'm slingin' mad volume and fat stackin' benjis, you know what I'm sayin'? I can't be all about, like, spelling and shit.

Jesse: Okay. So they got names?

Skinny Pete: Hers is like, I dunno, she's just his woman is all. Him, they call Spooge.

Jesse: Spooge? Not Mad Dog? Not Diesel? So lemme get this straight, you got jacked by a guy named Spooge?

Walter: The man who invented the diamond. All right. H. Tracy Hall – write this name down. Dr. Hall invented the first reproducible process for making synthetic diamonds. I mean, this is way back in the 50's. Now today, synthetic diamonds are used in oil drilling, electronics, multi-billion dollar industries. Now at the time, Dr. Hall worked for General Electric and he made them a fortune. I mean, incalculable. You want to know how GE rewarded Dr. Hall? A $10 U.S. savings bond. [Walt becomes angry but calms himself] Anyway, a savings bond printed on carbon-based paper paid to a carbon-based man for something he made out of...carbon.

Spooge: I told ya, Diesel, we ain't holding, man.

Spooge's Woman: We shot it all.

Jesse: Yeah? You shot an ounce? In a day and a half?

Spooge: Yeah.

Jesse: Alright, tell you what. Both of you pull it out your butts right now, or I go grab a flashlight and some pliers and go exploring.

Gretchen: Let me just get this straight: Elliott and I offered to pay for your treatment, no strings attached – an offer which still stands, by the way – and you turn us down out of pride, whatever. And then you tell your wife that in fact we are paying for your treatment. Without our knowledge, against our will, you involve us in your lie, and you sit here and tell me that that is none of my business?

[long pause]

Walter: Yeah. That's pretty much the size of it.

Gretchen: What happened to you? Really, Walt? What happened? Because this isn't you.

Walter: What would you know about me, Gretchen? What would your presumption about me be, exactly? That I should go begging for your charity, and you waving your checkbook around like some magic wand is going to make me forget how you and Elliott – how you and Elliott – cut me out?

Gretchen: What? That can't be how you see it.

Walter: It was my hard work. My research. And you and Elliott made millions off it.

Gretchen: That cannot be how you see it.

Walter: Oh God, that's beautifully done.

Gretchen: You left.

Walter: You are always the picture of innocence.

Gretchen: You left me.

Walter: The picture of innocence. Just sweetness and light.

Gretchen: You left me. Fourth of July weekend, you and my father and my brothers. And I go up to our room and you are packing your bags. Barely talking. What, did I dream all that?

Walter: That's your excuse? To build your little empire on my work?

Gretchen: How could you say that to me? You walked away, you abandoned us. Me, Elliott...

Walter: Little rich girl, just adding to your millions.

Gretchen: I don't even know what to say to you. I don't even know where to begin. I feel so sorry for you, Walt.

Walter: Fuck you.

Jesse: Where's my money, bitch?!

Negro Y Azul [2.07]

[A norteño band has written a song about "Heisenberg"]

The city's called Duke,

The state's called New Mexico.

Among gangsters,

The gringo's fame is inflated

'Cause of the new drug they created.

They say the color is blue

And the quality pure.

The potent drug's runnin'

Through the city,

And no one could stop it

If they wanted to.

The cartel's runnin' hot because

They weren't getting respect.

Talkin' 'bout some "Heisenberg"

Who owns the market now.

No one knows the man since

They've never seen his face.

The cartel's 'bout respect

And they ain't forgiving.

But that homie's dead,

He just doesn't know it yet.

Heisenberg's fame has got

Down to Michoacan.

From way far away

They want to taste that meth.

That blue stuff crossed the border,

Now New Mexico's livin' up to its name.

Looks like Mexico

In all the drugs it's hiding.

Except there's a gringo boss

And he's known as "Heisenberg".

The cartel's runnin' hot because

They weren't getting respect,

Talkin' 'bout some "Heisenberg"

Who owns the market now.

No one knows the man since

They've never seen his face.

The fury of the cartel

Ain't no one escaped it yet.

But that homie's dead,

He just doesn't know it yet.

Jesse: What are you talking about?

Walter: Apparently, it's all over town. Somebody crossed you, you got angry you crushed their skull with an ATM machine.

Jesse: That's not how it happened.

Walter: Who cares as long as it's our competitors who believe it and not the police? -Oh, my--

Walter: - No, don't you see how great this is? Look, you.. You are a --

Walter: Jesse, look at me, you are a blow fish.

Jesse: What?

Walter: A blow fish, think about it. Small in stature, not swift, not cunning, easy prey for predators. But the blow fish has a secret weapon, doesn't he? Doesn't he? What does the blow fish do, Jesse? What does the blow fish do?

Jesse: I don't even know what...

Walter: The blow fish puffs up, okay? The blow fish puffs himself up four, five times larger than normal, but why? Why does he do that? Because it makes him intimidating, that's why. Intimidating so that the other scarier fish are scared off and that's you. You are a blow fish. Don't you see? It's just all–all an illusion. It's nothing but air. Now, who messes with the blow fish, Jesse?

Jesse: Nobody.

Walter: You're damn right.

Tortuga: Hey white boy, my name's Tortuga. You know what that means?

Hank: If I have to guess, I'd say that's Spanish for asshole.

Tortuga: Tortuga means turtle, and that's me. I take my time but I always win.

[The DEA finds Tortuga's severed head on a turtle with the words "Hola DEA" written on it. Hank staggers back to the truck, feeling sick]

Vanco: Schrader, where you going?

Hank: E...Evidence bag...bag...

[The other DEA agents laugh]

Vanco: What's the matter, Schrader? You act like you've never seen a severed human head on a tortoise before!

[Four DEA agents gather around the turtle]

Vanco: Hey! Welcome to–

[A hidden bomb inside the turtle explodes, blowing away three agents and blowing off Vanco's leg]

Jesse: The game has changed, yo. This is our city, alright? All of it. The whole damn place. Our territory. We're staking our claim. Yo, we sell when we want, where we want. We're gonna be kings, understand? Well, I'm gonna be king and you guys will be, like, princes or dukes or something.

Badger: I wanna be a knight.

Jesse: But first things first: we gotta get more dealers, y'know, foot soldiers, alright? Now they'll be working for you, you're working for me, and I'm working for you. You follow me? Layered, like nachos. Exponential growth. That's success, with a capital S.

Skinny Pete: Straight up, straight up.

Combo: Fo' shizzle.

Badger: Friggin' awesome.

[Everybody puts their hands in. Jesse leaves, heads outside and gets into Walter's car]

Jesse: Well, we're set. Boys are ready. Gonna make some mad cheddar, yo. [Walter looks at Jesse] Cheddar, Mr. White. Fat stacks. Dead Presidents. Cash money. We're gonna own this city.

Walter: We're not charging enough.

Jesse: What?

Walter: Corner the market, then raise the price. Simple economics.

Better Call Saul [2.08]

[Badger is sitting at a bus stop bench. A nerdy looking guy in his thirties wanders up and sits down on the bench next to him]

Getz: Hey. You, uh, you sellin'?

Badger: I don't know what you're talking about.

Getz: Okay. That's cool. I'm just sayin', you know...if you were selling, I could maybe do with a teenth.

Badger: [stares at him] You're kidding, right? Dude, I so smell bacon.

Getz: What? What are you talking about?

Badger: Oh gee, I don't know. [points to his left] How about over there, that brown van? That's yours, right?

Getz: What brown van?

Badger: [points it out] Parked all "inconspicuous"! It's a cop van! [points to his right] Yeah! Another one right over there! [scoffs] "Duke City Flowers"? Come on! Can't you at least be original? [laughs]

Getz: Dude, I just wanna get high!

Badger: A flower van! Uh, you know what you should do is a garbage truck. Seriously, and I don't mean to disrespect, but if you put a bunch of cops in the back of a garbage truck, there's no way I'm seriously thinking that there's cops in the back of a garbage truck! It's a freebie, yo. Just think about it. Think about it, boys! [Getz sighs and suddenly stands up]

Getz: All right. I'm hitting it.

Badger: Whoa! You dudes give up that easy?

Getz: I'm not a cop!

Badger: Then lift your shirt. Show me you're not wearing a wire.

Getz: All right, you know what? Just to show you you're being an asshole... [Getz lifts his shirt and shows his midsection to Badger]

Badger: Ahh! I'm blinded by white!

Getz: Douchebag.

Badger: Ah, come on. I was joking. Come on. Don't walk away angry. Sit down. Come on. [Getz reluctantly sits back down on the bench next to Badger] I mean, what are you complaining about? You got abs, man. Kind of.

Getz: Whatever, dude. I'm not even sure I wanna buy anymore. I–I think you turned me off to the whole thing.

Badger: Come on, don't be like that. I just–I just need you to prove it, you know? Prove you're not a cop.

Getz: How the hell am I supposed to do that?

Badger: I don't know. [beat] Hey, I've got it. [points to a man across the street] Go over there and punch that dude right in the face.

Getz: Which dude? [Badger points the guy out] That dude?

Badger: Yeah.

Getz: No way! He'd kick my ass!

Badger: [laughs] True to that. Ugh! This is so hard, you know?

Getz: Yeah. [He gets an idea] I know. It's simple: Uh, if you ask a cop if he's a cop, he's, like, obligated to tell you. It's in the Constitution.

Badger: Constitution of America? [Getz shrugs] Huh.

Getz: So–so go ahead and ask.

Badger: You a cop?

Getz: No, no. Not like that. Ask it like, official.

Badger: Are you a police officer?

Getz: [holds up his hand as if taking an oath] No. I am not a police officer.

Badger: Okay then. $175 for a teenth.

Getz: Whoa.

Badger: Price is the price, yo.

Getz: [after a beat] All right. [Getz reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple dollar bills, which he hands over to Badger. Badger gets up, walks over to the garbage can near the bench, and sets down his soda can. He then pulls a bag of meth out of the can and walks back to the bench. He sits down and discreetly passes the meth over to Getz.]

Badger: Here you go. Enjoy.

Getz: Thanks, man.

[Getz stuffs the meth in his pocket, gets up, and starts to walk away, but then he turns around. As Badger relaxes, Getz puts his right foot down on the bench, reaches down, and pulls a gun out from a concealed ankle holster]

Getz: Albuquerque Police! You're under arrest! Get on the ground! [Police sirens wail] Get on your stomach now! On your stomach! Get on the ground! [Badger drops to the ground as a pair of vans screech to a stop alongside the bench. A couple of plainclothes cops jump out and train their guns on Badger]

Cop in Van: Hold it right there! Don't move! Stay down. [one of the cops handcuffs Badger]

[Hank is holed up in bed due to the trauma from the Tortuga bomb incident]

Walter: I have spent my whole life scared – frightened of things that could happen, might happen, might not happen. Fifty years I spent like that. Finding myself awake at three in the morning. But you know what? Ever since my diagnosis, I sleep just fine.

Hank: Hmmm...okay.

Walter: What I came to realize is that fear, that's the worst of it. That's the real enemy. So, get up. Get out in the real world. And you kick that bastard as hard as you can right in the teeth.

[Saul enters the interrogation room where Badger is being questioned]

Saul Goodman: All right, who do we have?

Badger: Brandon Mayhew.

Saul: [looking through his files] Brandon Mayhew...alright...Brandon Mayhew...ah, here we go. Public masturbation.

Badger: What?

Saul: I don't get it. What's the kick? Why don't you do it at home like the rest of us, with a big flatscreen TV, fifty channels of Pay-Per-View? [looks back at the file] In a Starbucks! That's nice, heh heh.

Badger: That ain't me, man! I'm– I was the guy who selling meth...allegedly.

Saul: [looking through his files] Okay, all right, I gotcha. Meth. Right. Sorry, that was a little transpositional error. Nothing that a little white-out can't take care of. Yeah, and felony quantity.

Badger: Just barely.

Saul: Yeah, just barely. The cops are like butchers, always got their thumbs on the scales, but good luck arguing that in court. Let me get down to brass tacks: I'm gonna get you a second phone call. You're gonna call your mommy or your daddy or your parish priest or your Boy Scout leader and they're gonna deliver me a check for $4,650. I'm gonna write that down on the back of my business card. [Saul writes the amount down] Four-six-five-zero. Okay? And I need that in a cashier's check or a money order, doesn't matter – actually, I want it in a money order. And make it out to Ice Station Zebra Associates. That's my loan-out. It's totally legit. It's done just for tax purposes. And after that, we can discuss Visa or MasterCard, but definitely not American Express, so don't even ask. All right? Any questions?

Badger: You're gonna get me off, right?

Saul: What do I look like, your high school girlfriend? Five fingers, no waiting? [Badger stares at him] That's a joke, Brandon! Lighten up! [in low voice] Son, I promise you this: I will give you the best criminal defense that money can buy.

[Walt and Jesse pull up outside Saul's strip mall office]

Jesse: Sooner or later this is gonna happen. If you want your exponential growth, guys are gonna get busted. Simple as that.

Walter: How about we get him a real attorney? I mean, what the hell is this? This is who he hires?

Jesse: What? You kidding me? This is the guy you want. This is the guy I'd hire.

Walter: [sarcastically] Ooh, this is the guy you'd hire.

Jesse: Look, you remember Emilio? 'Kay, this dude got Emilio off, like, twice. 'Kay, both times they had him dead to rights, yo, and then "poof." Dude's like Houdini. Seriously, when the going gets tough, you don't want a criminal lawyer, all right? You want a criminal lawyer. You know what I'm saying?

[Saul finds Walter after school in the classroom]

Saul: Oh, my God! You really are a chemistry teacher! Heh heh. Uh, you mind? [Saul closes the door] I was terrible at chemistry. I'm more of a humanities guy.

Walter: How did you find me?

Saul: We should talk about that. It should be much, much harder for people to track you down. My P.I. charged me for three hours, so I seriously doubt it took him more than one.

Walter: So this is what? Blackmail?

Saul: Walter, I'm your lawyer. Anything you say to me is totally privileged. I'm not in the shakedown racket. I'm a lawyer. Even drug dealers need lawyers, right? Especially drug dealers.

Walter: So what? You're just doing this out of the kindness of your heart?

Saul: C'mon. Have you seen my hourly rate? Heh heh. Oh, by the way, where do you keep the money? Is it in your mattress? Is it in a jelly jar buried in the side yard, huh? You know, this kid Mayhew may be the first of your guys to get picked up, but he won't be the last. And if I can find you, how far behind can the cops be?

Walter: I don't understand. What exactly are you offering to do for me?

Saul: What did Tom Hagen do for Vito Corleone?

Walter: I'm no Vito Corleone.

Saul: No shit! Right now, you're Fredo! But, y'know, with some sound advice and proper introductions, who knows? I'll tell you one thing: you've got the right product. Anything that gets the DEA's panties in this big a bunch, you're onto something special. And I would like to be a small and silent part of it. Food for thought, yeah? [he starts to head for the door, but stops] So if you want to make more money and, uh, keep the money that you make... [taps his foot and holds his arms out with flair] better call Saul!

4 Days Out [2.09]

Saul: Look, let's crunch some numbers. How much money are we laundering?

Walter: At this time...$16,000.

Saul: How long you been doing this?

Walter: We've had some extenuating circumstances.

Saul: Yeah, apparently. All right, $16,000 laundered at 75 cents on the dollar, minus my fee, which is 17%, comes out to $9,960. Congratulations, you've just left your family a secondhand Subaru.

Jesse: Yo, you wanna go shopping, go do it yourself, alright? I got plans.

Walter: Smoking marijuana, eating Cheetos and masturbating do not constitute plans in my book.

[After they finish cooking another batch of meth in their RV, Walter and Jesse realize the ignition has stopped working]

Jesse: [after turning the keys several times] Battery’s dead.

Walter: Jesse, back when I asked you to put the keys in a safe place, where did you put them?

Jesse: I left them right here. In the, um… in the ignition.

Walter: Son of a bitch!

Jesse: Whoa, whoa. No, this is not my fault, alright? The buzzer didn’t buzz.

Walter: The what?!

Jesse: The buzzer! The buzzer that buzzes when you put the keys in to, like, let you know that the battery’s on. I know that! It didn’t buzz. Look, I didn’t turn the key or anything, alright? I’m not stupid! Did you hear the buzzer buzz? I did not... It’s faulty, it’s a faulty mechanism.

Walter: Is this just a genetic thing with you? Is it congenital? Did you—Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?!

Jesse: The buzzer did not buzz! And you were the one that made me move the keys in the first place, remember?!

Walter: Yes, I see your point. Your imbecility being what it is, I should have known to say, "Jesse, don’t leave the keys in the ignition the entire two days!"

Jesse: I wanted to leave them on the counter, bitch! Oh, I’m sorry, the "work station!" Jesus!

[Walter and Jesse are stranded without water in their RV in the middle of the desert]

Walter: I have this coming.

Jesse: What?

Walter: I have it coming. I deserve this.

Jesse: Snap out of it. All right, first off, everything you did, you did for your family. Right?

Walter: All I ever managed to do was worry and disappoint them. And lie. Oh God, the lies...I can't even...can't even keep them straight in my head anymore...

Jesse: You know what? Screw this. I'm walking. You can come or not. Where's my other shoe?

Walter: Jesse...Jesse...Your body is running dangerously low on electrolytes. Sodium, potassium, calcium...and when they're gone, your brain ceases to communicate with the muscles. Your lungs stop breathing. Your heart stops pumping. You go marching out there, and within an hour, you will be dead.

Jesse: You need to cut out all your loser crybaby crap right now and think of something scientific!

Walter: [laughs weakly] Something... something scientific, right...

Jesse: Like, come on! Man, you're smart! All right, you made poison out of beans, yo! Look, we've got an entire lab right here. How about you take some of these chemicals and mix up some... some rocket fuel, that way we could just send up a signal flare. Or you make some kind of robot to get us help... or a homing device... or building a battery... [Walt's eyes snap open] Or what if we just take some stuff off of the RV and build it into something completely different? You know, like a... like a dune buggy! And that way we could just dune buggy our... [Walt sits up] What? Hey... what is it? What?

Walter: Do you... do you have any money? Change, I mean, coins?

Jesse: Yeah, yeah, I got a bunch of 'em!

Walter: Okay... [gets up]

Jesse: Yes!

Walter: Gather them. And–and–and washers, and nuts and bolts and screws, and whatever little pieces of metal we can think of that is galvanized – it has to be galvanized – or–or solid zinc.

Jesse: [starts to head outside] Solid zinc...

Walter: And–and–and bring me... brake pads! The front wheels should have discs. Take them off and bring them to me.

Jesse: All right, all right...

Walter: [kicks a toolbox toward Jesse] Brake pads!

Jesse: What are we building?

Walter: You said it yourself.

Jesse: A robot?

Walter: ...A battery.

Walter: And now, what shall we use to conduct this beautiful current with, hm? What one particular element comes to mind, hm? [Walter holds up a copper wire] Hmm?

Jesse: Ooooh, wire.

Walter: ...Copper.

Jesse: Oh, I mean...

Walter: It's copper.

Over [2.10]

Walter: The upshot is that I have radiation pneumonitis.

Jesse: Damn...

Walter: Actually, it's not as bad as it sounds. It's a fairly common occurrence. Easily treated. In fact, the news is all good.

Jesse: You mean, good? You mean, like, good good? You mean, like, remission good?

Walter: Remission. Not to imply I'm cured. I still have cancer, but there's been a significant reduction in the tumors.

Jesse: How significant?

Walter: Eighty percent.

Jesse: Dude! No way!

Walter: I'm not out of the woods yet, not by any stretch...but "options" is the word they keep bandying about.

Jesse: That's awesome! Serious? That's...that's...that's great, man! My aunt, she never...I mean, y'know, at your stage I didn't even think that could happen.

Walter: Eh.

Jesse: Mr. White, you kicked its ass, yo! [Walter motions for Jesse to quiet down] No! You must be so psyched!

Walter: Of course. I am.

Jesse: Okay, now we...I mean, what do we...Oh! Hey, I almost forgot. [Jesse hands Walter a paper bag filled with money] So, how do you want to...y'know...proceed in light of this kickass news?

Walter: We'll take our time and stay cautious. Sell off what we have and then...well, then I guess I'm done.

Walter: Um...well, it's kind of funny. When I got my diagnosis – cancer – I said to myself, y'know, "Why me?" And then, the other day when I got the good news, I said the same thing. [The party guests are silent with confusion] Anyway, uh, thank you for coming and...enjoy.

Hank: Wow. Inspirational.

[Hank takes a bottle of tequila away after Walter keeps pouring shots for Walter Jr.]

Walter: Hey! Bring. The bottle. Back.

Hank: Sorry, buddy. No can do.

Walter: My son! My bottle! My house!

Hank: [to other party guests] It's all right.

Walter: What are you waiting for? Bring it back!

Hank: Why don't we just call it a day? All right, pal? We good?

[Hank puts his hand on Walter's shoulder. Walter smacks it away]

Walter: The bottle. Now.

Skyler: What's going on?

[Walter Jr. vomits into the pool. Skyler and Hank rush over to him. Walter sits back down and smiles to himself]

[Jane is looking at Jesse's superhero sketches]

Jane: And this is?

Jesse: That's Backwardo. Oh wait, no, actually I changed it to Rewindo. Anyways, he goes backwards. He can make everything go in reverse.

Jane: Time and stuff? Time traveling?

Jesse: No, he just walks backwards.

Walter: Stay out of my territory.

Mandala [2.11]

Walter: God. This entire process has just been so... It's always been one step forward and two steps back. We need your help.

Saul: Look, let's start with some tough love, alright? Ready for this? Here it goes: you two suck at peddling meth. Period.

[Walt deduces that the on-duty manager of a Los Pollos Hermanos is probably the distributor who wouldn't meet with him. He summons Gus to his table]

Gus: What can I do for you?

Walter: Have a seat. Please. [Gus sits down across from Walt] I would like to know why you wouldn't meet with me yesterday.

Gus: I'm sorry, I'm not following.

Walter: I sat here yesterday waiting to meet with someone. I believe that person was you.

Gus: I think that you're confusing me for someone else.

Walter: I don't think I am.

Gus: Sir, if you have a complaint, I suggest you submit it through our e-mail system. I'd be happy to refer you to our website.

Walter: I was told that the man I'd be meeting with was very careful. A cautious man. I believe we are alike in that way. If you are who I think you are, you should give me another chance.

[Gus's demeanor suddenly changes: the open expression remains, but we are instantly made aware that this is a façade, and Gus's true self emerges.].

Gus: I don't think we're alike at all, Mr. White. You are not a cautious man at all. Your partner was late. And he was high.

Walter: Yes. Yes, he was.

Gus: He's high often, isn't he? [Walter does not answer] You have poor judgment. I can't work with someone with poor judgment.

Walter: Are you familiar with my product?

Gus: I've been told it's excellent.

Walter: It is impeccable. It is the purest, most chemically sound product on the market, anywhere.

Gus: That is not the only factor.

Walter: You could charge twice the current rate for what I provide and your customers would pay it, hands down. Now, who I choose to do business with on my end is not your problem. You won't see him, you won't interact with him. Forget he exists.

Gus: I have to ask why. Why him?

Walter: Because he does what I say. Because I can trust him.

Gus: How much product do you have left?

Walter: 38 pounds. Ready to go at a moment's notice. [Gus gets up] Will I hear from you?

Gus: I have your numbers. [softly] You can never trust a drug addict.

[Skinny Pete is describing Combo's funeral]

Skinny Pete: And you should've seen the coffin. It was like this shiny white pearlescence, like, I'm pretty sure I seen the exact same paint job on a Lexus, right? So we're definitely talking high end.

[Jesse and Jane are injecting heroin]

Jesse: What's it feel like?

Jane: There's a chill. Don't freak out, it passes. And then...you'll see. [Jane kisses Jesse] I'll meet you there.

[As Walt gets up to leave Los Pollos Hermanos, having learned Gus's name, Victor suddenly steps in front of him and blocks him from leaving]

Victor: 38 pounds, $1.2 million, [deliver to the] truck stop, two miles south of Exit 13 on the 25. One hour.

Walter White: W-What?

Victor: One hour. You in or out?

Walter White: In, in, absolutely, but I just need a little more time...

Victor: One hour. If you miss it, don't ever show your face in here again.

Phoenix [2.12]

Jesse: How much?

Walter: How much what?

Jesse: How much did you get for the deal?

Walter: $1.2 million.

Jesse: $600,000 each.

Walter: $480,000. Saul's cut is 20%.

Jesse All right, so where's my money?

Walter: Ha!

Jesse: What?

Walter: You are joking, right? If I gave you that money, you would be dead inside of a week.

Jesse: Yo man, look, I'm off the heroin. I didn't even like it anyway, it made me sick. And the meth, y'know, I could take it or leave it. I'm clean, Mr. White. For real.

[Walter tosses an empty beaker to Jesse]

Walter: Prove it. Pee in that.

Jesse: How gay are you, seriously?

Walter: Pee in it! They're selling testing kits at the drug stores. If you are clean, I will give you every last dime. [Jesse is silent] No, huh? Well, I guess until then, you'll just have to depend on the kindness of strangers to get high. That and your little junkie girlfriend.

[Jesse throws the beaker at Walter. Walter ducks and it shatters against the chalkboard]

Walter: No, no, it cannot be blind luck or some imaginary relative who saves us. No, I earned that money. Me! And now my son created his own website – SaveWalterWhite.com. Soliciting anonymous donations. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?

Saul: Well, look at that. It's got PayPal and everything.

Walter: Cyber-begging, that's all that is. Just rattling a little tin cup to the entire world.

Saul: [sarcastically] Yeah, there's no deep-seated issues there.

Jane: Do right by Jesse tonight or I will burn you to the ground.

Walter: Nice job wearing the pants.

Jane: Do you know what this is?

Jesse: It's a whole lot of cheddar.

Jane: This is freedom! This is saying I can go anywhere I want! I can be anybody! Who do you want to be? Where do you want to go? South America? Europe? Australia?

Jesse: Is New Zealand part of Australia?

Jane: New Zealand is New Zealand!

Jesse: Right on. New Zealand, that's where they, uh, that's where they made Lord of the Rings! I say we just move there, yo! I mean, you could do your art, right? Like, you could like paint the local castles and shit, and I can be a bush pilot!

[Jane's father, Donald, discovers Jesse in her bedroom and tries to throw him out. Jesse finds a baseball bat during the scuffle and threatens Donald with it]

Jesse: What's with you, yo, huh?! 'Cause I will seriously bust you up!

Donald Margolis: You miserable little smack-head! Get the hell out!

Jesse: Hey, I pay my rent, bitch! Alright?! I got civil rights!

ABQ [2.13]

Mike: Any other drugs in the house? Think hard. Your freedom depends on it. [Jesse shakes his head] What about guns? You got any guns in the house? [Jesse shakes his head] Here's your story: You woke up. You found her. That's all you know. Say it. Say it, please. 'I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.' [Jesse begins to cry. Mike slaps him] Say it. 'I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.'

Jesse: I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.

Mike: Again.

Jesse: I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.

Mike: [slaps him again to make sure he got the lines] Again. Again.

Jesse:[in rushing tone] I woke up. I found her. That's all I know. I woke up. I found her. That's all I know.

Mike: Once you call it in, the people who show up will be with the Office of Medical Investigations. That's primarily who you'll talk to. Police officers may arrive, they may not. Depends on how busy a morning they're having. Typically OD's are not a high priority call. There's nothing here to incriminate you so I'd be amazed if you got placed under arrest. However, if you do, you say nothing. You tell them you just want your lawyer and you call Saul Goodman. And do I need to state the obvious? I was not here. You put on a long sleeve shirt and cover those track marks on your arm. [hands Jesse a phone] Count down from twenty and then you dial. Hang tough. You're in the home stretch.

Hank: Alright, some of you already know my brother-in-law. He's a good man. The doctors are saying this operation has a real chance of helping him. Of course they're also saying they want to be paid in private islands, so dig deep. Biggest donation gets a six-pack of my very own Schraderbrau. Home brewed to silky perfection.

Gomez: Smallest donation gets two six-packs.

Jesse: I deserve this.

Walter: What?

Jesse: What you said in the desert, I get it. What you meant. I deserve whatever happens.

Karen: Judging from the things you and other folks have written about him, your dad must be quite a guy.

Walter Jr.: Yeah, he is. He's the best.

Karen: You don't want to lose him, do you, Walter?

Walter Jr. None of us do. We love him.

Karen: He's a good man, isn't he?

Walter Jr.: Absolutely. Ask anyone, anybody. He's a great father, a great teacher. He knows like everything there is to know about chemistry. He's patient with you, he's always there for you. He's just decent. And he always does the right thing and that's how he teaches me to be.

Karen: Would you say he's your hero?

Walter Jr.: Oh yeah, yes ma'am, totally. My dad is my hero.

Walter: What are you doing?

Skyler: I'm going to Hank and Marie's for the weekend.

Walter: Since when?

Skyler: I'm taking the baby with me. Marie will pick up Walter Jr. from school. You will have the house to yourself for two days. I want you to pack your things and leave.

Walter: Why would I do that?

Skyler: Hank has offered to help since you shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting.

Walter: Skyler...

Skyler: I want you gone by Monday morning. I want...I want you gone.

Walter: Okay, can you at least tell me why?

Skyler: Because you're a liar, Walt. Two cell phones after all.

Walter: What?

Skyler: Right before your surgery, I asked if you had packed your cell phone and you said, "Which one?"

Walter: When? Skyler, I was medicated. I mean, I could have said the world was flat.

Skyler: You know what I think? I think you accidentally told the truth.

Walter: Honey, we have been over this. Asked and answered, right? There–

Skyler: But then it got me thinking again about the all the strange behavior. Not the least of which was the disappearance. Out of my mind with worry, calling hospitals, checking the morgue. Your fugue state? I had to believe that, didn't I? I had to find a way. I mean, who would lie about such a thing?

Walter: You tell me, Skyler. You tell me exactly what it is you think I'm lying about. What, an affair? I'm having an affair? Is that what you think?

Skyler: That's what I was thinking, yeah. For the last few weeks.

Walter: With whom? Who am I having an affair with?

Skyler: Well, my guess was Gretchen Schwartz. Something was going on between you. I just knew.

Walter: Jesus, Skyler. Get me a Bible to swear on, if that's what it takes. I am not having an affair with Gretchen!

Skyler: Oh, I know. I know you're not. 'Cause I asked her. It really took me forever to get in touch with her. She was ducking my calls for weeks. So I finally left a message, "What exactly is going on between you and my husband?" I thought that'd get her attention and it did. So she called me back and she finally told me. The money? For your treatment? Gretchen and Elliott didn't give you a dime. They paid for nothing. You refused every offer they made you, but that didn't make sense because I checked with Delcavoli in the hospital and, not including your surgery, we're nearly paid up. Over $100,000. Out of where? Out of thin air? But then, I called your mother. Yeah. Thanks for that, too. But I thought, y'know, maybe she has some money that I don't know about? Maybe she contributed? It's possible. It turns out that not only is the money not your mother, she didn't even know that you have cancer. You never went to see her. I dropped you at the airport, I picked you up, you were gone for four days, and yet she swears that you were never there. Lies on top of lies on top of lies.

Walter: Skyler...

Skyler Could you, just once, do me the courtesy of not denying it?

[Walter is silent. Skyler heads to the car]

Walter: Skyler...Skyler, don't do this, please. I...I...Skyler, please don't go. [Skyler tries to close the car door, but Walter stops her] If I tell you the truth, will you stay? Stay and I will tell you everything.

Skyler: Whatever it is, I'm afraid to know.

[Skyler closes the car door and drives off]

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