Walter: Well, it's good to see you up and about.Hank: Yeah.Walter: How you feeling?Hank: Well, you know. I've been better, but… I don't know.Walter: Have you… Did you get to see a doctor? I mean, when one of these things last more than three days, you really should get that checked.Hank: Yeah, no, I… I did and I'm fine. I'm, uh… I'm what they say on the upswing, you know?Walter: Um. Good, good to hear.Hank: Yeah.Walter: When I heard you weren't going in to work, I… Well, looks like you have the work coming to you. Perks of being the boss, huh?Hank: Yeah, you know. How's, uh… How's things at the car wash?Walter: Good. Yeah, really good. Hey, did you have any of that potato salad?Hank: I don't know. Maybe. Yeah, I mean.Walter: No one else got sick, so you probably shouldn't worry about it. Well, Skyler will be very happy to hear that you're felling better. Which reminds me, I better get back to it. If there's anything I can do…[Hank nods.]Walter: Feel better.[Walter pats Hank's back. Then Walter slowly walks out of the garage, stops and turns around.]Walter: You know. You're going to laugh, but I have to ask you... about this.[Walter holds up the GPS tracker to Hank's face.]Walter: Believe it or not, I found this on my car. I mean, it looks just like the GPS tracker that we used on Gus Fring, doesn't it? Back when we were tracking him, just the two of us. You wouldn't know anything about this, would you, Hank?[Hank closes the garage door.]Walter: You okay? I gotta say, I don't like the way you're looking at me right now.[After a beat, Hank punches Walt in the face and knocks him over a pile of boxes. He slams Walt against the garage door.]Walter: Hank.Hank: It was you. All along, it was you! You son of a bitch. You drove me into traffic to keep me from that laundry...Walter: Calm down.Hank: That call I got telling me Marie was in the hospital? That wasn't Pinkman. You had my cell number. You killed ten witnesses to save your sorry ass.Walter: Listen to me.Hank: You bombed a nursing home. Heisenberg. Heisenberg! You lying, two-faced sack of shit!Walter: Hank, look... I don't-I don't know where this is coming from Hank, but-Hank: I swear to Christ, I will put you under the jail.Walter: Let's take a breath, okay? Just listen to yourself. These wild accusations, they could destroy our family! And for what?Hank: Don't you give me shit about family![Beat.]Walter: Hank, my cancer is back.Hank: Good. Rot, you son of a bitch.Walter: I'm sorry you feel that way. I wanna beat this thing. I do. I'm back on chemo, and I am fighting like hell. But the truth is in six months you won't have someone to prosecute. But even- even if somehow you were able to convince anyone I was capable of doing these things, you and I both know I would never see the inside of a jail cell. I'm a dying man who runs a car wash. My right hand to God, that is all that I am. What's the point?Hank: Have Skyler bring the kids here, and then we'll talk.Walter: That is not going to happen.Hank: I don't know who you are. I don't even know who I'm talking to.Walter: If that's true - if you don't know who I am - then maybe your best course would be to tread lightly.

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