[Walter and Saul are in the basement of Ed's vacuum repair shop.]Walter: ...What?Saul: Nothing.Walter: 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.Saul: I'm gonna hate myself for asking, but who are we hitting?Walter: Jack Welker and his men. They murdered Hank. They stole my life's work.Saul: I don't know any hitmen.Walter: You know a guy who knows a guy- Just give me the contacts. Anybody in that world. I'm paying top dollar. We'll find them.Saul: You mind if I give you a nickel's worth of advice, just for old times' sake? You're worried about your wife and kids? Don't leave. The way things are right now, some people - not me, mind you, but some people - might say you're leaving her high and dry.Walter: "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.[Saul scoffs and waves off Walter.]Walter: No no no, go ahead. Get it off your chest. Go on.Saul: The phone call was a smart move. Kudos to you. Odds are it was recorded. It's gonna 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're going after her.Walter: There's no point. She knows nothing.Saul: Well too bad for her, then she's got nothing to trade. I hate to be a downer here, but there are two DEA agents missing, presumed dead. You think the Feds are gonna just let that go 'cause 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's probably on TV right now, next to yours. Who's gonna hire her?Walter: Money's no problem.Saul: Well, I don't mean to contradict you, but getting it to her? Impossible. The Feds are just 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.Walter: So you propose what?Saul: Stay. Face the music. Hey, I mean, how much time have you got left? You walk in with your head held high, you'll be the John Dillinger of Metropolitan Detention Center...Walter: No, no, no...Saul: ...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-Walter: God, do you think I want to run?! That's 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 going to take back what is mine and give it to my children, and then - and only then - am I through! Do you understand?[Ed enters the room.]Ed: Everything good?Saul: Define "good."Ed: You're set. Time to go. [To Walter.] You'll be a little longer. Still working on transportation.Walter: Change of plans. He's coming with me.Saul: No. No, that's-Walter: We're going together. I can use him.[Pause.]Ed: I'll give you two a minute.[Ed exits.]Saul: Hey, I'm a civilian. I'm not your lawyer anymore. I'm nobody's lawyer. The fun's over. From here on out, I'm Mr. Low Profile, just another douchebag with a job and three pairs of Dockers. If I'm lucky, a month from now - best case scenario - I'm managing a Cinnabon in Omaha.Walter: You're still a part of this, whether you like it or not.Saul: I'm sorry. I don't think so.[Walter menacingly approaches Saul and backs him to a wall.]Walter: You remember what I told you? It's not over until-[Walter breaks into a bad coughing fit.]Saul: It's over.[Saul exits.]

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