Breaking Bad, Season 5

Breaking Bad (2008-2013) is 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.

Marie:
We have another big event coming up. Have you thought about what you're going to do?

[Skyler's expression suggests confusion.]

Marie:
Walt's birthday.

[Skyler becomes visibly on-edge at the mere mention of Walt.]

Marie:
Whatever you need, I'm here.

Skyler:
Yeah. I-I-I don't think we're going to be doing anything this year.

Marie:
What are you talking about? Of-of course we're going to do something. Skyler, he was diagnosed around his birthday, right?

[Skyler gets up and looks out her window.]

Marie:
So it's been a whole year. Listen, I've had my problems with Walt - why he wouldn't come out of the house when we were all practically begging- whatever, water under the bridge...

[Skyler looks through her purse. She retrieves a pack of cigarettes.]

Marie:
...But at this point, every year is precious. We- what are you doing?

Skyler:
I...

Marie:
You don't smoke. You haven't smoked since college.

[Skyler, at her wits' end, tries in vain to use a lighter on a cigarette.]

Marie:
You can't be serious! With the baby? And Walt?

[Skyler finally lights the cigarette, having a smoke.]

Marie:
Skyler, you're not smoking around the baby, are you? And you can't smoke here! There's got to be some rule or regulation, I'm sure! You can't force your employees to breathe secondhand smoke! I know for a fact that that is illegal-

Skyler:
Marie, shut up.

Marie:
What? I'm sorry, but please don't speak to me like that. I am simply saying that-

Skyler:
Will you shut up?!

Marie:
Hey!

Skyler:
Shut the hell up! Shut up! Shut up!

Marie:
Skyler-

Skyler:
Shut up! Shut up!

Marie:
Please stop, I-

Skyler:
Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

Marie:
Hey!

Skyler:
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

[Skyler breaks down crying.]

Skyler:
There's blood on my hands, too.

Walter:
What blood? Beneke?

Skyler:
He's in the hospital because of me...

Walter:
No.

Skyler:
...because of what I did.

Walter:
Skyler, you can't beat yourself up over this thing. Please. You didn't set out to hurt anybody. You made a mistake and things got out of control. But you did what you had to do to protect your family. And I'm sorry, but that doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a human being.

Skyler:
Stop it, Walt. Just stop. I don't need to hear any of your bullshit rationales. I'm in it now. I'm compromised. But I won't - I will not - have my children living in a house where dealing drugs and hurting people and killing people is shrugged off as "shit happens!" We're back at it? Fine. But the kids stay away, and that's that.

Walter:
"That's that?" That's what?

Skyler:
I got them out of this house.

Walter:
To a sleepover at their aunt and uncle's? They spend a day or two, Junior stays up late watching movies, and then what happens?

Skyler:
We'll see.

Walter:
No, I'll tell you what happens. They come home, to this house, to their parents who love them-

Skyler:
No. I will not let our business endanger them.

Walter:
How many times do I have to say that they are not in-

Skyler:
I said no. I swear to God, I won't have them back here.

[Pause.]

Walter:
What are you going to do to stop it?

Skyler:
Whatever it takes. Everything in my power.

Walter:
Like what? I mean specifically. What is your next move?

Skyler:
My next move is, maybe I hurt myself. Make it clear we need more time. Let Hank and Marie see we're still struggling.

Walter:
No, more like you're still struggling. So maybe next time, I have you committed, put you in some inpatient facility while I take care of the kids myself. Is that what you want?

Skyler:
So then maybe I show up with bruises on my neck. Give myself a black eye. Say that you beat me when you found out about my lover.

Walter:
I see. So you involve Ted. Ah, well, that'll be fun, bringing the police up to speed on all of that. But not as much as telling your sixteen-year-old son that his father is a wife-beater. Also not a very good plan. What else you got?

Skyler:
I could send Junior away to school.

Walter:
Oh. Now here's the conversation: "So honey, I know you've only got one year left in high school, but I would love it so much if you would drop everything, leave all your friends behind, and go to boarding school in Arizona." Do you have any other ideas? Because I'm not hearing a solution to your problem. How are you going to save our kids from this "terrible" environment?

Skyler:
I...

Walter:
What are you going to do? What, are you going to run off to France? Are you going to close the curtains, change the locks? This is a joke. Come on, Skyler! You want to take me on? You want to take away my children? What's the plan?

Skyler:
I don't know! This is the best I could come up with, okay? I-I will count every minute that the kids are away from here-away from you-as a victory. But you're right. It's a bad plan. I don't have any of your magic, Walt. I don't know what to do. I'm a coward. I-I can't go to the police, I can't stop laundering your money, I can't keep you out of this house, I can't even keep you out of my bed. All I can do is wait. That's it, that's the only good option. Hold on. Bide my time. And wait.

Walter:
Wait for what? What are you waiting for?

Skyler:
For the cancer to come back.

Declan:
Looks like you're about a thousand gallons light here, Mike. Where's the juice?

Walter:
The methylamine isn't coming.

Declan:
Why is that? Who the hell are you?

Walter:
I'm the man who's keeping it.

Declan:
[to Mike] What the hell's this? We had an agreement, right? We got our deal. So where's the tank, Mike?

Walter:
Mike doesn't know where it is; only I do. And you're dealing with me now, not him.

Declan:
Why don't you just cut to what it is you want or what you think is going to happen here, alright? Because we're going to get what we came for.

Walter:
That thousand gallons of methylamine is worth more in my hands than it is in yours - or anyone else's even, for that matter. But I need distribution.

Declan:
Distribution?

Walter:
That's right. So if you agree to give up your cook and sell my product instead, I'll give you 35% of the take.

Declan:
35%. Wow, are you kidding me? Thirty-five? Mike, please tell me this is a joke. Do you know how far out we had to stick our necks out to get our hands on this cash? [To Walt.] And why the hell would we want you? You realize we have our own operation, right?

Walter:
I know all about your operation. See, my partners here tell me that you produce a meth that's 70% pure, if you're lucky. What I produce, is 99.1% pure.

Declan:
So?

Walter:
So, it's grade-school T-ball versus the New York Yankees. Yours is just some tepid, off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is Classic Coke.

Declan:
Alright. Okay, so, um, if we just waste you - right here, right now, leave you in the desert - then there is no more Coke on the market, right? See how that works? There's only us.

Walter:
Do you really want to live in a world without Coca-Cola?

[Declan laughs.]

[Walter throws a bag of blue meth at Declan's feet.]

Walter:
My partner tells me that your crew switched to a P2P cook 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.

Declan:
I need you to listen to me. We're not going to give up this deal to be your errand boys, do you understand? For what? To watch a bunch of junkies get a better high?

Walter:
A better high means customers pay more. A higher purity means a greater yield. That's $130 million of profit that isn't being pissed away by some sub-standard cook. Now you listen to me. You've got the greatest meth cook in Am - no, the two greatest meth cooks in America - right here. And with our skills, you'll earn more from that 35% than you ever would on your own.

Declan:
Yeah, so you say. Just wondering why we're so lucky. Why cut us in?

Walter:
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 $5 million 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?

Declan:
[Laughs.] Who the hell are you?

Walter:
You know. You all know exactly who I am. Say my name.

Declan:
Do what? I don't-I don't have a damn clue who the hell you are.

Walter:
Yeah you do. I'm the cook. I'm the man who killed Gus Fring.

Declan:
Bullshit. Cartel got Fring.

Walter:
You sure?

[Declan glances at Mike, who shakes his head.]

Walter:
That's right. Now say my name.

Declan:
...You're Heisenberg.

Walter:
You're goddamn right.

Jesse:
Mr. White. Can we just take a second and talk about all this?

Walter:
Yeah, yeah, sure. Yeah.

Jesse:
Um...

Walter:
Uh, look, you know what I think we need to talk about? Doubling down.

Jesse:
Doubling down?

Walter:
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?

Jesse:
Mr. White, uh, I think that nothing has changed for me. I just want to get my money and get out.

Walter:
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 want to squander that potential - your potential? Why? To do what?

Jesse:
I don't know.

Walter:
Think. To do what, Jesse?

Jesse:
I don't know. I'll figure it out, alright?

Walter:
Look at you. What have you got in your life? Nothing. Nobody. Oh wait, yes - video games and go-carts. Oh, and when you get tired of that, what then? Huh? And how soon will you start using again? Look, I know how upset you are about what happened to this boy. I am just as upset as you are.

Jesse:
Are you? Really?

Walter:
How can you say that to me? Jesus! I mean, I'm the one who's a father! What, am I gonna curl up in a ball in tears in front of you, or am I gonna lock myself in a room and get high to prove it to you? What happened to that boy was a tragedy and it tears me up inside. But because it happened, 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.

Jesse:
Yeah.

Walter:
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 already pretty much going there. But I'm not gonna lie down until I get there.

Jesse:
What, just because I don't want to cook meth any more, I'm lying down? How many more people are gonna die 'cause of us?

Walter:
No one. None. Now that we're in control, no one else gets hurt.

Jesse:
You keep saying that and it's bullshit every time! Always!

Walter:
So?

Lydia:
Maybe we should order something. Do you want a coffee or something?

Walter:
Not just now.

Lydia:
I think this will play better if you order something.

Walter:
I think this will play just fine. I'm not thirsty. So let's take a look at the list.

[Pause.]

Walter:
Lydia, I've come all this way. You do have the list?

Lydia:
Yes, I have it.

Walter:
Good.

Lydia:
It's just not written down.

Walter:
And why is that?

Lydia:
It's in my head. Safer there.

Walter:
I see. Then I suggest you pick up a pen.

Lydia:
Not just yet.

Walter:
It was my understanding that attending to these nine names was precisely what you wanted.

Lydia:
Ten names now. Ten. Counting the lawyer.

Walter:
Yes, ten, counting the lawyer. So...what? Am I not tying up loose ends for our mutual benefit?

Lydia:
You are tying up loose ends, and I don't want to be one of them. Once I give you that list, I've served my purpose, and then maybe I'm just one more person who knows too much.

Walter:
So you put that list in my hands, and in your mind, I immediately just murder you? Just right here, in this restaurant...

Lydia:
No. Not right here, of course.

Walter:
...Right here in this public place, immediately?

Lydia:
It's not what I-

Walter:
Listen, Lydia. You made me promise on my children's lives that I guarantee your safety.

Lydia:
From Mike. You guaranteed that I'd be safe from Mike. There's no way he'd ever go for this, you getting rid of his guys. You wouldn't be doing this - the names - if Mike were still a factor.

[Walter stares at Lydia knowingly]

Lydia:
Yeah. That's what I thought.

Badger:
Ever tell you about my Star Trek script?

Skinny Pete:
Star Trek script?

Badger:
Yeah! I gotta write it down is all. The Enterprise is five parsecs out of Rigel XII. Nothing's going on, Neutral Zone is quiet, the crew is bored, so they put on a pie-eating contest. The whole crew's in the galley. They're eating tulaberry pies-

Skinny Pete:
Tulaberry?

Badger:
Tulaberries. From Gamma Quadrant, yo.

Skinny Pete:
That's Voyager, dude!

Badger:
Okay, blueberries then, and they're eating blueberry pies...

Skinny Pete:
Better.

Badger:
...as fast as the replicator can churn 'em out. [imitates replicator noise.] Burdalurdalurp-pssst! Burdalurdalurp-pssst! Finally, it's down to just three: Kirk, Spock, and Chekov. Okay, Spock always wins these things.

Skinny Pete:
How is Spock gonna beat Kirk, yo? Spock's like a toothbrush! Look at Kirk! He's got room to spare!

Badger:
Spock has total Vulcan control over his digestion! You wanna hear this or not?

Skinny Pete:
Yeah, yeah, go.

Badger:
Okay, finally - Kirk, he can't take it anymore. He yorks. Now it's just down to Chekov and Spock. But Chekov, y'see, he's got a whole fat stack of quatloos riding on this. And he has figured out a way to win. He's got Scotty back in the transporter room locked in on Chekov's stomach. Every time Chekov eats a pie, Scotty beams it right out of him.

Skinny Pete:
Where is he sending them, the toilet?

Badger:
Space.

Skinny Pete:
Uugghh!

Badger:
There's blueberries just floating out there frozen - because it's in space - and Chekov is just shoveling them into his mouth, and-and Spock is like, "I can't believe this Russian is defeating me!" Meanwhile, Scotty's in the transporter room fiddling with levers when Lieutenant Uhura comes in and she's got, like, her big pointies, and Scotty's fingers are all sweaty.

Skinny Pete:
Ohh!

Badger:
Chekov screams, he sprays blood out of his mouth...

Skinny Pete:
Ohhhh!

Badger:
...Scotty beamed his guts into space!

Skinny Pete:
No way!

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.

Hank:
Skyler, my- my head is spinning. And yours... I-I can't even imagine. So much makes sense to me now. You jumping in the pool. You sending us your kids, I get it. I just wished I'd seen it sooner. He's a monster. He's a- Look, I don't know what he did to you to force you to keep his secrets. If he threatened you, or whatever mind games he played. I don't know if there was abuse. But I want you to know that you can be open with me. Don't hold anything back, okay? I mean, I don't even understand if you know the full extent of this, what he's done. Not just the meth cooking, but the lives he's destroyed. But look, that's all behind you. Starting now, you're done being his victim. Because here's what we're gonna do. Sky, here's what we're gonna do: you and the kids are gonna move back to our house where you'll be safe, where he can't get to you.

Skyler:
Hank, does Marie...

Hank:
No, no, we'll get to that soon enough. It's just you and me right now, okay?

Skyler:
Okay.

Hank:
Before we, um, before we get you back to the house, I...

[Hank takes out a recording device and turns it on.]

Hank:
I'm gonna ask you to tell me everything you can. Um, take as long as you like. Just, um, start from the beginning when you first became aware of Walt's activities, and just- just try to be as detailed as you can.

Skyler:
Um, what? Right-right here? Right now?

Hank:
Sure, why not? While it's still fresh, you know? And just, um, just, um, remember to, um, just state your name and the date before you start.

Skyler:
Hank, do... do we have to- have to do this right now?

Hank:
No, we-we don't have to do this right now. No.

[Hank turns off the recording device.]

Hank:
But just here's the thing. You see, I need something solid that I can bring to my people. A statement on the record. So you testifying to Walt's criminal activities - whatever you know - can go a long, long way here. Okay, I mean, you see, building a case this big, gathering all this evidence, enough to get a conviction- we're talking a long-haul proposition here. And I don't want that bastard running out the clock. But with your testimony-

Skyler:
Wait, what do you mean "running out the clock?"

Hank:
His cancer. His cancer's back. So he said. He didn't tell you? Who's to say it's even true? Lying piece of shit. Look, regardless, I mean, we'll just assume. Fine. Okay? You know what? That son of a bitch looks me in the eye and he says if what I know is true, if... he'll be dead before I can prove it. The balls on that son of a- I got all these little pieces. They're all part of the story, right? But they don't mean much on their own. But when you start telling me what you know, when you start filling the gaps, I'll have him in lockup before the sun goes down.

Skyler:
Hank, I... I... I think maybe... maybe I need a lawyer.

Hank:
What? No, no, no, no, you don't.

Skyler:
I- I think maybe I do.

Hank:
Skyler, understand, I am here to help you. But to do that, I need your help. We start bringing in lawyers and they start putting up roadblocks where they don't need to be, and my ability to control the situation diminishes.

Skyler:
Just for my own protection. It just, you know, it seems to make sense that I should have someone to talk to.

Hank:
Skyler, I am your- your biggest advocate here, and I'm telling you, for your own good, you need to get out ahead of this thing. I mean, you start - you know - getting defensive, I- I'm not saying it's right, but I'll tell you it's a fact. The D.A. will look at you differently.

Skyler:
But you don't know that.

Hank:
Skyler, yes, I-I do. I've been around long enough to know. It's in your best interest to get out there and show the world you have nothing to hide. Look, no one in the world is more important to me than your sister. So believe me when I tell you that your best interest and mine are the same.

Skyler:
But Hank, you telling me not to talk to a lawyer doesn't sound like that at all. It sounds like what you want... what you want is to get Walt at all costs.

Hank:
Okay. Okay. Let's just slow down. Slow down. You can. You can talk to a lawyer later. But right now, what we need to do, we need to go get the kids, we need to bring them to my house where they are safe. And then we need to help each other put this animal away, okay?

[Hank gets up from the table.]

Hank:
Come on.

Skyler:
Hank.

Hank:
No, come on. Let's go to the house and we'll deal with it there. Come on.

Skyler:
Am I under arrest?

Hank:
What?

Skyler:
Am I under arrest?

[Hank sits back down.]

Hank:
Skyler. I-I- You're not thinking straight about this. You have to listen to me. I-Skyler...

[Skyler gets up from the table. Hank also gets up and grabs her arm.]

Hank:
Skyler, Skyler, Skyler-

Skyler:
Am I under arrest?

Hank:
No. No. No.

Skyler:
Am I under arrest?!

Hank:
No. Sky- Shhh!

Skyler:
Am I under arrest?! HANK, ARE YOU ARRESTING ME?

Hank:
Sky-

Skyler:
AM I UNDER ARREST?!

[Skyler violently shakes off Hank's grab and leaves the restaurant.]

[Walt's phone rings]

Walter:
That's her.

Saul:
Don't.

Walter:
I have to talk to her.

Saul:
You don't have to do- You answer that phone and Schrader's on the other end of the line with a legal wire tap recording everything you say, you're not doing anybody any favors, except for him. In fact, why do you still have a battery in that thing? Take it out. They might be trying to triangulate your movements. I'm not being paranoid. Do it.

Walter:
Can't believe she went to him.

Saul:
She just panicked.

Walter:
She went right to him without even talking to me. Without a moment's hesitation.

Saul:
I'm not saying it's not bad. It's bad. But it could be worse.

Walter:
Really, how much worse could it be? Exactly, in your estimation?

Saul:
What does she actually know? What has she seen, hmm? Nothing. It's hearsay. It's all he said, she said. I mean, the only real evidence that she can lead them to is the money, and once we take care of that, well, then they got nothing.

Walter:
Nothing. Hank knows, that is not nothing.

Saul:
Yeah. I can't exactly see him turning the other cheek.

[Pause]

Saul:
Of course, there's always, um…

Walter:
Always what?

Saul:
Well, have you given any thought to, um, sending him to a trip to Belize?

Walter:
Belize?

Saul:
Yeah, Belize. You know, where, um, where Mike went to. Off on a trip to, um, Belize.

Walter:
Saul, you better not be saying what I think you're saying.

Saul:
It's just conjecture on my part.

Walter:
Hank is family.

Saul:
Okay, it's an option that my-

Walter:
You understand that?

Saul:
It's an option that has worked very well for you in the recent past.

Walter:
Jesus, what is wrong with you?

Saul:
My mistake. Family. Off limit. Of course. I'm just throwing thoughts out there. This is a safe room, right?

Walter:
Jesus, send him to Belize. I'll send you to Belize.

Hank:
Mr. Pinkman. How are you today? Not so good, huh? 'Course, uh, I might be able to help you out. I wanna talk to you about your partner, Heisenberg. See, I know he's my brother-in-law, Walt.

[Jesse looks at Hank, slightly surprised]

Hank:
Oh, yeah. That's the look. Lucky for you, I'm more interested in him. So I got an offer. If you help me out here, tell me all about you and him and your little meth business, maybe I talk to my friends at the APD and make all this go away. I know he's the mastermind here. Plus... I'm thinking based on your recent activities that, uh... maybe there's a little trouble in paradise? Maybe you guys aren't, uh, getting along so good? I'm right, aren't I?

Jesse:
Eat me.

Hank:
Sure that's how you want to play this?

Jesse:
Why don't you try and beat it out of me? That's your thing, right?

Hank:
He really did a number on you, didn't he? I don't know, but... happy people usually don't go around... throwing millions of dollars away. I don't think, uh, Walt's gonna be patting you on the back for that. But maybe that's the point. 'Cause, you see, I get that. My own brother-in-law, lying to me for over a year, using me. Maybe you understand that feeling. Help me out here, Jesse... and we can put him away. I know you want that. I think you wanna talk.

Jesse:
Not to you.

[Saul enters the interrogation room, followed by two detectives.]

Saul:
Agent Schrader. Beat any good suspects lately? [to the two detectives] Hey, tall and taller, ask him his history with my client. He knocked the poor kid unconscious last time they were alone together. So what'll it be, gentlemen, a civil rights lawsuit the size of Montana? 'Cause I'll oblige you. [Hank starts to leave] Oh, so long, Rocky. Keep your left up. Detectives, I'm inviting you to leave.

[Hank and Marie watch Walter's "confession" tape at home]

Walter:
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead- murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time - something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange - uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" - on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

[Walt sees a photo showing a barrel with stacks of cash in it. His phone rings and he answers.]

Walter:
Jesse?

Jesse:
Got my photo, bitch? That barrel look familiar? 'Cause I just found six more exactly like it.

Walter:
[running out of the car wash] Jesse…

[Camera pans to Walt driving erratically on the street.]

Jesse:
That big bastard who works for Goodman- I pistol-whipped that melon he calls a head till he gives up what he knew, which led me to your rental van, which turns out had GPS. How do you like that, genius? Guess you didn't think of everything.

Walter:
Look, Jesse, I don't know what you plan on doing here, but-

Jesse:
Well, I'll give you a hint, Walt. It involves a couple of five-gallon cans of gasoline and a lighter.

Walter:
No, no, no, no, no! Jesse, please, listen to me-

Jesse:
No, you listen to me, bitch! You get your ass out here as fast as you can.

Walter:
Yes, I'm coming! Okay? Okay!

Jesse:
And don't even think about calling anyone for help, all right? You hang up on me, put me on hold, I lost my call for any reason - as soon as you do, I'm burning all of it. All right? One big bonfire. You get the picture?

Walter:
I get it, I get it! Okay!

Jesse:
All right. Well, you better hurry, 'cause I'm burning ten grand a minute till you get here, starting right now.

Walter:
I said I'm coming! Don't you touch my money!

Jesse:
Fire in the hole, bitch! There goes ten G's! Ahhh, nice orange flames!

Walter:
No. No, no, no, no, NO! Jesse- Jesse, please. I'm dying. My cancer is back. You're not hurting anyone but my family. Okay? Look, I- I can't spend this money. It's not for me. I won't be around long enough to use it. It belongs to my children.

Jesse:
Oh, you're gonna talk about kids. You're seriously gonna go there?

Walter:
I am sorry about Brock.

Jesse:
No, you're not!

Walter:
I am!

Jesse:
You're not, but you're gonna be!

Walter:
Yes, I am sorry about Brock! But he's alive, isn't he?! He's fine, just as I planned it! Don't you think I knew exactly how much to give him? That I had it all measured out?! Come on! Don't you know me by now?

Jesse:
I know you're a lying, evil scumbag, that's what I know. Manipulating people. Messing with their heads.

Walter:
Open your eyes! Can't you see that I needed you on my side to kill Gus?! I ran over those gangbangers! I killed Emilio and Krazy-8! Why? I did all of those things to try to save your life as much as mine, only you're too stupid to know it!

[Jack points the gun at Hank and prepares to shoot him.]

Walter:
No! Jack! No! Jack! Jack! Jack! No! No! Don't! Jack! Don't! No!

[Jack signals Kenny to bring Walter out of the SUV.]

Walter:
No! Jack! Jack! No! [walks toward Jack] Jack! No! Don't kill him.

Kenny:
Uh-uh, back it up.

Walter:
[walks toward Jack] Don't kill him. Don't kill him. Jack.

Kenny:
[pushes Walter away from Jack] Get back here.

Jack:
The hell not? He's DEA.

Walter:
No. He's- He's family.

Jack:
Say again?

Walter:
He's my family. He's my brother-in-law.

Jack:
Didn't cross your mind to maybe tell us you had a DEA agent for a brother-in-law? [to Todd] Did you know about this?

Walter:
I called you off, remember? I told you not to come.

Jack:
Well, it seems to me we did you a solid.

Walter:
You weren't supposed to be here.

Jack:
Too late now. How about you telling me what was going down out here? Hmm? Yeah, you and your brother-in-law don't seem to be getting along too well.

Walter:
It doesn't- doesn't matter. It doesn't concern you.

Jack:
We just wasted his partner here and he's wearing a bullet, so yeah, I'd say it does concern me.

Walter:
This is... between him and me.

Jack:
No cavalry comin'?

Walter:
No.

Hank:
You bet your ass the cavalry's comin'.

Walter:
[to Jack] No! No, no. Jack, Jack! No. The DEA doesn't know about this. Not yet. [to Hank] Hank, nothing can change what just happened, but you can walk out of here alive if you just promise us that you'll- you'll let this go.

[Hank scoffs.]

Jack:
Yeah, I thought as much. Sorry, man, just no scenario where this guy lives.

Walter:
No, no, no, listen! I have money! It's buried right here. It's here. It's $80 million. $80 million.

Jack:
So, that's what got this party started, huh? But this money of yours won't do me much good in prison.

Walter:
You can- you can go anywhere. You can do anything. Just think about that. You can have any future that you want. Jack. Eighty. Million. All you've got to do is let him go.

Kenny:
That's a hell of an offer.

Jack:
[to Hank] What do you think, Fed? Would you take that deal?

Walter:
It's Hank. His name is Hank.

Jack:
How about it, Hank? Should I let you go?

Hank:
My name is ASAC Schrader. And you can go f*** yourself.

Walter:
Hank... listen to me. You gotta tell him. You gotta tell him now that we can work this out. Please. Please.

Hank:
What? You want me to beg? You're the smartest guy I ever met. And you're too stupid to see... he made up his mind ten minutes ago. [to Jack] Do what you're gonna do-

[Jack shoots Hank.]

Skyler:
[answering the phone] Walt. Where's Holly?

Walter:
Are you alone? No police?

Skyler:
No. No police. Where are you? Where's Holly? Walt!

Walter:
What the hell is wrong with you? Why can't you do one thing I say?

Skyler:
What?

Walter:
This is your fault. This is what comes of your disrespect. I told you, Skyler. I warned you for a solid year. You cross me, there will be consequences. What part of that didn't you understand?

Skyler:
You took my child.

Walter:
'Cause you need to learn.

Skyler:
You bring her back!

Walter:
Maybe now you'll listen. Maybe now you'll use your damn head. You know, you never believed in me. You were never grateful for anything I did for this family. [imitates Skyler's voice] "Oh, no. Walt. Walt, you have to stop. You have to stop this. It's immoral. It's illegal. Someone might get hurt." You're always whining and complaining about how I make my money, just dragging me down. While I do everything. And now- now you tell my son what I do after I've told you and told you to keep your damn mouth shut. You stupid bitch. How dare you?

Skyler:
[realising what he is doing] I'm sorry.

Walter:
You, you have no right to discuss anything about what I do. Oh, what- what the hell do you know about it anyway? Nothing. I built this. Me. Me alone. Nobody else!

Skyler:
You're right. You're right.

Walter:
You mark my words, Skyler. Toe the line, or you will wind up just like Hank.

Skyler:
Walt. Tell me what happened. Where is Hank? Please. We need to know.

Walter:
You're never gonna see Hank again.

[Marie, who is listening, starts crying uncontrollably.]

Walter:
He crossed me. You think about that. Family or no. You let that sink in.

[Walt also cries, silently.]

Skyler:
Walt. I just want Holly back. Please, Walt. Just come home.

Walter:
[long pause, as he stifles a sob] I've still got things left to do.

[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.]

[Walt, hiding in New Hampshire, manages to telephone his son at school.]

Walter:
Son, it's me. Please don't let on. Carmen's nearby, right? She cannot know. Son, are you there?

Walter Jr.:
Y-yes.

Walter:
It's so good to hear your voice. I- I… I, uh… Son, the things that they're saying… about me… I did wrong. I- I've made some terrible mistakes. But the reason were always… Things happened that… I- I never… intended. I never intended. 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?

Walter Jr.:
Y-yes.

Walter:
Okay, good. Okay, he's- he's a good kid. He's- 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- 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. And if anyone says a word, the police will take it. 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?

[Pause.]

Walter Jr.:
You want to send money?

Walter:
Yes. Good. Good, good. So, you'll- you'll talk to Louis, right?

Walter Jr.:
You killed Uncle Hank. You killed him!

Walter:
Wait. Wait, son.

Walter Jr.:
No. What you did to mom- You asshole. You killed Uncle Hank.

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

Walter Jr.:
Shut up. Just stop it. Sto-stop it. I don't want anything from you. I don't give a shit.

Walter:
You need this money. Your mother-

Walter Jr.:
You killed Uncle Hank. You killed him!

Walter:
Your mother needs this money. It can't all be for nothing.

Walter Jr.:
What you did- Just shut up.

Walter:
Please.

Walter Jr.:
Shut up.

Walter:
Please.

Walter Jr.:
Will you just- just leave us alone? You asshole. Why are you still alive? Why don't you just- just die already? Just- just die.

[Walter Jr. hangs up.]

Charlie Rose:
[on television as Walter watches] But just yesterday, your charity, the Gretchen & 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.

Charlie:
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:
Well, that's not exactly the way...

Charlie:
To cleanse yourself, so to speak, of having a methamphetamine kingpin as co-founder 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 virtually nothing to do with the creation of the company, and still less to do with growing it into what it is today.

Charlie:
So what was Walter White's contribution?

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

Gretchen:
The company name.

Elliott:
The company name. We came up with it by combining our names. Schwartz means black, black plus white makes gray.

Charlie:
Hence, Gray Matter Technologies.

Elliott:
Exactly. As far as I can recall, his contribution begins and ends right there.

Charlie:
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.

Charlie:
You sound very sure.

Gretchen:
I am. I can't speak for this Heisenberg that people refer to, but whatever... whatever he became, the sweet, kind, brilliant man that we once knew, long ago, he's gone.

Walter:
Keep stacking. It'll all fit.

[Elliott and Gretchen pile Walter's money on a table. Gretchen drops several stacks.]

Walter:
That's all right. Just- Just throw it on top. Gretchen, would you mind? We don't want to lose any under the furniture. [Gretchen picks up the dropped stacks.] All right. That is $9,720,000.

Gretchen:
Where did it come from? And why is it here?

Walter:
I earned it. And you're going to give it to my children.

Gretchen:
What? Why?

Elliott:
Walt, I don't think we-

Walter:
On my son's 18th birthday, which is 10 months and 2 days from today, you will give him this money in the form of an irrevocable trust. You will tell him it is his to do with as he sees fit, but with the hope that he uses it for his college education and for the betterment of his family.

Elliott:
Walt, I'm not sure that we follow. Why, um, I mean, why, in particular, would we-

Gretchen:
If you wanna give your kids drug money, go do it yourself.

Walter:
I can't. My wife and son hate me. They won't take my money. Even if they did, the federal government wouldn't let them. But two rich benefactors, who are known for their charitable endeavors, who would think nothing of, for instance, writing a $28 million check to help victims of methamphetamine abuse. I have to think that your money would be very welcome.

Gretchen:
It wouldn't make any sense coming from us.

Walter:
It certainly would. My children are blameless victims of their monstrous father, a man who you once knew quite well. Call it a beau geste. Call it liberal guilt. Call it whatever you want, but do it. And you are not to spend a single dime of your own money. If there are taxes or lawyers' fees owed, you will take it right from here. They use my money, never yours.

Elliott:
Okay, Walt, sure. That- that sounds reasonable. So what happens next?

Walter:
I guess we shake on it. And I leave.

[Walter shakes hand with Elliott and Gretchen. He walks up to them.]

Walter:
I can trust you to do this.

Elliott:
Yes. Absolutely you can.

[Walter turns to the window and signals someone to point red laser at Elliott and Gretchen. They shake and scream.]

Walter:
Don't move, Don't… Don't dare move a muscle. You don't want them to think that you're trying to get away. Just breathe. Just this afternoon, I had an extra $200,000 that I would have loved dearly to leave on top of this table. Instead, I gave it to the two best hitmen west of the Mississippi. Now, whatever happens to me tomorrow, they'll still be out there keeping tabs. And if, for any reason, that my children do not get this money, a kind of… countdown will begin. Maybe a day or so later, maybe a week, a year, when you're going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever. And you're… talking about your stock prices… without a worry in the world, and then suddenly, you'll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, and before you can even turn around, pop!

[Elliott and Gretchen scream.]

Walter:
Darkness. [putting his arms around Elliott and Gretchen] Cheer up, beautiful people. This is where you get to make it right.

[Walter signals someone to stop pointing the red laser at Elliott and Gretchen, then leaves.]

[Walter sees Skyler for the first time in months.]

Skyler:
You didn't kill anybody sneaking in here, did you? You didn't hurt anybody?

Walter:
No. Didn't have to.

Skyler:
You look terrible.

Walter:
Yeah. But I feel good.

Skyler:
So talk. Why are you here?

Walter:
It's over. And I needed a proper goodbye. Not our last phone call.

Skyler:
So, you're going to the police?

Walter:
They'll be coming to me.

Skyler:
If you're in custody, what stops those people from coming back, those people you worked with? When- When I still had the house, three men came in the middle of the night, wearing masks, threatening Holly and Flynn and me. They told me not to talk about that woman I saw at the car wash. And if you're in custody, and they find out-

Walter:
They're not coming back. Not after tonight.

Skyler:
What's tonight? [Walt takes out his wallet] We don't want your money, Walt. I thought Flynn made that clear.

Walter:
He did. And I don't have any to give you. I spent the last of it getting here. All I have to give you is this. [takes out a lottery ticket and hands it to Skyler] Call the DEA once I leave. Tell them I was here. That I forced my way in. Tell them... Tell them I wanted bacon and eggs on my birthday. And that I gave you that ticket. Those numbers are GPS coordinates.

Skyler:
For what?

Walter:
A burial site. That's where they will find Hank and Steve Gomez. [Skyler weeps] That's where I buried our money. The men who stole it from us. The men who still have it. They murdered Hank and Steve and put them in that hole. Now you trade that for a deal with the prosecutor. Get yourself out of this. Skyler. Skyler. All the things that I did, you need to understand-

Skyler:
If I have to hear, one more time, that you did this for the family-

Walter:
I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And... I was... really... I was alive.

Skyler:
Flynn will be home soon.

Walter:
Before I go... May I see her? [referring to Holly]


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