Last season on AMC's Breaking Bad...
I will kill your wife,
I will kill your infant daughter.
- Skyler White sent you? - Just checking writing times.
Brock... how is he doing?
He just keeps getting worse.
He's not safe. He was poisoned.
It wasn't the ricine. It was the lily of the valley.
What about Mike?
With this injury? No travel.
We've got work to do.
Here you go.
What happened there?
It's my birthday.
Yeah? Well, Happy Birthday.
Birthday meals are free at Denny's.
All you gotta show is a valid ID.
I'm good. Thanks.
Really? Free meal. Free is good.
Even if I was, like, rich, free is always good.
Okay.
New Hampshire. You're a long way from home.
How long a drive is that?
About 30 hours before you stop for gas.
Wow. You headed to California?
No. Here.
So what's here?
Business.
You know, I was in Boston once,
Boston and a little town called Swampscott,
which is right outside of Boston.
That's kind of near New Hampshire, right?
Uh...
Yeah. More or less.
Yeah, I was maybe 6, so I don't really remember it.
I want to say I liked it. They got this really big aquarium.
Yeah. Great science museum there.
Excuse me.
Hi. My name's Lucy. I'll be your server.
I get to worry this one would end up crossing the border?
It's never leaving town.
Is there a-- a manual? Instruction manual?
I pulled something off the internet.
It's in there.
Good luck, I guess.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Lambert.
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Jesus, Walt, the news here--
Gus Fring is dead.
He was blown up along with some person from some Mexican cartel,
and the DEA has no idea what to make of it.
Do you know about this?
Walt?
Walt, I need you to--
We're safe.
Was this you?
What happened?
I won.
Oh, God.
Dad.
- Dad. - Hey.
Hey.
You don't have the TV on? Seriously?
Uh, no, sorry, I-- No...
You didn't tell him about Mr. Fring?
Um, he knows.
I--
Welcome home.
Jesus, dad, it--
It's all they're talking about.
They-- they haven't said it on TV yet,
but Uncle Hank says he was this, major, major drug dealer.
I mean, like, holy shit.
Your uncle is safe, right? How do they know that?
Uncle Hank was after this guy all along.
He didn't tell us, but he was.
He even took me to his restaurant one time,
just, like, totally toying with the guy,
just like "I got my eye on you," like that.
They figure Mr. Fring is the one
who put the hit out on Uncle Hank.
Just somebody got to him first.
Wow.
Yeah, wow.
Aunt Marie's still pretty freaked.
But mom figured it was time.
Huh.
There's still some agents over there,
but they figure it's over.
Like, when this hits the news,
Uncle Hank is going to be a hero.
Yeah.
I mean, even more so than before.
Seriously.
See-- See if it's on TV.
Yeah, yeah, I want to.
Just-- just give me a couple minutes, huh?
Hi.
Hi, sweet pea.
Oh, daddy missed you so much.
Yes, he did.
I know. I missed you, too.
Well, don't you think I rate a "hello," at least?
Hello.
Hello to you, too.
So are you gonna talk to me here?
Are you gonna--
You gonna show some kind of--
I don't know-- Some kind of mild relief
that I'm alive?
I am relieved, Walt.
And scared.
Scared?
Scared of what?
You.
Hey.
Hi.
Oh, shit.
Jesus, just say it already.
Tell me "I told you so."
Get it out of your system
before you need, like, dialysis or something.
It's exactly like Boetticher's drawings.
Where were the two bodies?
No idea who they were?
Nah, not much left.
Apparently the teeth do this popcorn thing when they get too hot,
so they tell me.
Whoever torched it, did it up right.
Fring, you magnificent bastard.
Huh. What do you figure that was?
I don't know. Some kind of lab equipment?
Maybe a camera?
Come on. Be nice. Just be nice.
You be nice. Just be nice.
Let Wendell in there.
If Wendell doesn't eat, nobody eats.
Yeah.
Are you sure? Are you completely sure?
And what about...? Yes, I will tell him. Yes, I will tell him.
It's Gustavo.
He's dead.
Son of a bitch.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up! Hold up!
Get out of my way, kid.
Mike, wait a minute, all right? Let him talk.
"Let him talk." I am done
listening to this asshole talk.
Now get out of my way.
He's got something you need to hear, all right?
What did you do, Jesse?
Do you even know?
Do you even know what you've done?
One more word--
Mike. Mike.
If you kill him, you're going to have to kill me.
Come on.
Oh, Jesse.
Jesus.
What is it with you guys?
Honest to God.
May I?
Look. Whatever differences you and I have, they'll keep.
Right now we've got bigger fish to fry.
Bigger fish.
The video cameras.
Gus kept cameras on us at the lab,
at the laundry, God only knows where else.
And, of course, when I say "us,"
including you.
Mike.
Mike, if he taped all that shit--
Us cooking, you picking up...
If Gus had a record of that and the police get to it before we do...
- You son of a bitch. - Mike, it's all on tape somewhere,
or a hard drive.
Where?
Where did he keep it?
He had a laptop in his office. He kept it at the back of the restaurant.
It all fed straight to there.
What?
Keys, scumbag.
It's the universal symbol for keys.
Meter fraud.
Yes, yes, it's a big deal.
Guy rigs his meter so he's paying two cents less
for first-class postage.
I'm here to tell you
that the USPS takes that very seriously.
It's money out of your pocket. It's money out of my pocket.
I was hoping-- Now, look, sarge.
Do you think we could work together on this thing?
You folks have it over there?
Could you tell me that, at least?
Yeah.
Well, thanks for your help.
Uh, Inspector Clark, Inspector Dave Clark,
like the Dave Clark Five?
Oh, before your time.
Well, you feel free to call me day or night at this number.
Yes, sir. No, you as well.
Oh, yeah.
We're boned.
Well...
You know how they say
"it's been a pleasure"?
It hasn't.
Are you going to tell us about the laptop?
- Where you going? - I'm gettin' the hell out of dodge, kid,
and so should you.
It's just a matter of time.
Mike,
where is the laptop?
What the hell difference does it make?
They got it. End of story.
APD, Northwest area command, on 2nd.
They tagged it, they filed it,
it's in the system,
and they locked it in their evidence room.
All right.
All right. So... Describe the building.
Describe the--
How about I describe Fort Knox?
And what are you going to do?
Are you going to put on your black leotard and go dangling on a close line?
It's a building full of cops. What else do you need to know?
And why in the hell am I talking to you?
Mike, we gotta do something.
I am doing something.
He's good with this stuff. Just give him a chance.
Now, you look.
That laptop might as well be on the Moon.
They build these evidence rooms
like bank vaults because guess what.
Lunatics like you want to break into them.
But unlike a bank vault this is a place that is guarded 24 hours a day
by the police.
There's no way you're getting it out of there.
Who said that we have to get it out of there?
We just need to destroy what's on it.
Oh, so now you want to blow up a police station.
I don't believe I said that, no.
Nursing home full of old folks just whet your appetite.
Now you want to kill a bunch of cops.
I've never said anything about killing anybody.
I am, however, considering the possibility of a device.
- A device. - Yes, a small device.
Say this device gets filed into evidence.
Now, it is inside that room.
What about a magnet?
You want to commit a whole other crime
just to get this bomb of yours into evidence.
Who said bomb? I said a device.
- Yo, what about, like, a magnet? - An incendiary device.
One quick fire is all it would take.
You don't think they have fire suppression?
I'm not talking about sprinklers.
I'm talking about halon, because halon doesn't destroy evidence.
- A magnet, though, maybe like-- - All right, so a bomb, then.
Maybe we plant a bomb outside.
Oh, actually I knew a crew out of Fort Worth
that tried to blow up an evidence room from outside.
About all they did was take out a couple of hedges.
You are probably talking about 2 feet
of reinforced concrete.
Or what about a magnet?
What magnet? What about it?
You know, just a...
So what do you think?
Expensive.
Leaving aside engineering,
rigging some kind of alternate power source,
my primary sticking point is I actually need the thing,
as you gentlemen can see,
it's paying the bills.
But I mean it's feasible, doable?
Hey, we're living in a time
of, uh, string theories and God particles.
Feasible, doable? Yeah, sure, why not?
Expensive.
What would you put it in?
What about that? Does it run?
We can get it running.
What's the box made of?
Plywood and aluminum-- just what you need.
All right, so you want to talk money?
Step into my office.
Hey, listen. Um...
I don't actually have any money right now.
My wife-- There's an IRS issue anyway.
I'd appreciate it if you could spot me my share.
- I'll pay you back. - Yeah, whatever.
Right.
You coming?
If you have any brains,
you'll take that money you save
and you'll skip town--
Today. Right now.
You don't think this can work?
Is that a serious question?
Mike, this is a three-man job.
The only way I know it won't work for sure
is if we don't have you.
Come in.
Oh. Get in.
Close the door.
What did we say about you coming here?
Yeah, speaking of things that tend to rile you up,
uh, the police--They may call.
Let me-- let me back up a little.
Can I s-- can I sit down? I'm going to sit down.
Okay, w-w-why are the police going to call?
May call you. Distant, outside possibility.
But on the off chance I want you thinking one thought--
Hogan's Heroes.
Sergeant Schultz. Do you remember Sergeant Schultz?
"I know nothing. I see nothing."
Do you remember how he-- I want you like that.
- Okay, Saul, why are the police-- - There was a incident, with Beneke...
Oh, God.
- And it's-- - Oh, Jesus. What incident?
An act of God.
There's no right. There's no wrong.
I mean, it just-- that's the best phrase.
It fits, but we got a problem.
Ted's dead.
Sorry?
Ted is dead?
No. No, no.
He just woke up.
Right-o, that should do 'er.
All right, watches off
necklaces, earrings, rings, bracelets...
Gold. These are non-ferrous.
Better hope.
What about that stuff you young guys wear
on the end or your pricks?
Speak now or forever sing soprano.
What's up with that, by the way?
Why would anybody wanna put a metal ring
through the end of the prick?
What are you looking at me for?
All right, uh, guns, knives,
tools, keys, plates in your head,
artificial hips.
Check your pockets one more time, please.
Oh, uh, credit cards.
You want that plastic working, come Miller Time.
You know, I can foresee a lot of possible outcomes to this thing,
and not a single one of them involves Miller Time.
P.M.A.
Positive mental attitude.
Uh, okay, I think we're good to go.
All right, where do you want me with this?
Start 40 feet out.
That's more than the length of the room.
- Who's doing the honors? - Me.
Flip that switch, turns it on.
Twist this here. That's your power control.
- All right. - Everybody ready?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Fire in the hole!
All right, you ready?
Fingers crossed it don't yank the drive shaft
through the floor.
Anything?
No. Still working.
All right, start walking.
Whoa. Whoa-whoa.
Wait-wait-wait-wait.
Yeah. That did it.
Yes.
Whoa.
Yeah, bitch!
Magnets! Oh!
How many batteries is this?
That there's 21, wired in series,
so 21 times 12, 252 volts.
Can you add 21 more, wired in parallel?
Up the amperage?
Everything goes flying in that evidence room,
it's gonna make one hell of a noise,
and there goes your element of surprise.
Won't matter.
Sixty seconds, we'll be gone.
Hi. Who are you looking for?
Um, Ted Beneke. I'm a friend of his.
But if it's not a good time, I could--
No, no, no, this is fine. I'm just finishing up.
Come on in.
Hey, Ted.
I tell you, he's been a real champ.
His color's better, and his blood pressure's up.
We are going to have you
eating solid food in a day or two.
I bet you money.
That's wonderful.
All right, I'm just down the hall.
Ted.
Can you hear me?
Yes.
Ted, I just--
Skyler...
I haven't said anything...
to anyone.
I told them it was an accident.
I tripped and fell.
That is all they know.
I just--
I've-- I've got children.
Family.
I swear to you.
Please.
I just--
I...
will never breathe...
one word of this.
Good.
It should be about a quarter of the way down on the left.
We'll do a loop and come around the other side.
Turn here.
Right up there.
That's the wall.
Oh, what the hell is this?
There's some big-ass hump in the way.
So just drive over it.
- All right. - You can do it.
Take it easy. Take it easy.
You got it.
Cut it.
It's, like, 8 feet away.
Is this cool? Is this close enough?
It'll work.
Mr. White, let's go.
Hang on.
- Let's just go! - Hang on.
Mr. White, let's get out of here.
Just...
one minute.
Whoops. Turn it off!
Turn it off.
Jacocks, you okay?
Outside! Outside!
Oh!
Yes! Bitch!
- Shut up. - Oh. Yeah.
What exactly are you celebrating?
You left the truck behind.
So what?
So what if they find prints?
And what if they trace it back to the wrecking yard?
They won't.
There's no prints. I made sure of that.
There's no paperwork on the truck,
the magnet, or the batteries.
Untraceable salvage, all of it.
I made sure of that, too.
Well, you got all the answers,
so you tell me, answer man,
did all that even work just now?
Yes. It worked.
I'm supposed to take that on faith?
Yeah?
Why?
How do we know?
Because I say so.
07-66-26432.
Gutierrez, Alvin B.
Roofing hammer.
Undamaged. Bag still sealed.
11-58-73321.
Fring, Gustavo.
Samsung laptop computer.
Damaged. Glass screen is broken and in pieces.
Bag still sealed.
11-58-73317.
Fring, Gustavo.
Framed photograph of two men.
Damaged.
The glass is broken,
and photo has slipped out of its frame.
Bag appears to be slightly punctured by broken glass.
Hm. Check it out.
That's not on the manifest.
All right, so first off,
I'm not a marriage counselor.
Nor do I takes sides in this thing.
And, not taking sides, mind you, but you did put her in charge of your money,
which I advised against, if you'll recall,
all of which is not to be construed as an "I told you so".
I'm just walking you through my mental process,
so to speak.
So she comes to me with a problem.
She's been cooking Beneke's books,
he's in Dutch with the IRS,
and once they audit,
it's "Rio de caca" for the both of them,
to which I say "hey, let's involve Walt in this discussion,"
to which she says, "no, let's cut Beneke a check
so's he can pay off the IRS."
Again, not taking sides,
but she really was trying to protect you.
A little feedback here might be nice.
"Let's involve Walt in this discussion."
Yeah, that's what I told her.
She said no.
And you didn't argue the point.
You didn't think to contact me.
You were a tad preoccupied
at the time, if you'll recall.
Okay. So you took it upon yourself
to give away $622,000 of my money
to a man who had been sleeping with my wife.
She's my client, same as you.
Does this arrangement get a little tricky at times?
Absolutely. But I try my best, you know, ethically, my duty...
Ethically? I'm sorry, I must be hearing things.
Did you actually just use the word "ethically" in a sentence?
You're not Clarence Darrow, Saul.
You're a two-bit bus-bench lawyer,
and you work for me.
Yeah, well, Clarence didn't ever have a client like you
ask him for something...
like this.
Okay? Yeah, I put my ass on the line for you.
Huell, too. Huh?
He's got fingers like hotdogs.
He could've easily busted this in two
and killed everyone in the office, but do I complain?
No. Beg, borrow, or steal, I'm your huckleberry.
I go the extra mile.
Only you never told me that the kid would wind up in the hospital.
You know--
Take that thing and get the hell out of here.
You and me, we're done.
Come on. Hey.
Hey.
H--
We're done
when I say we're done.
I heard what happened to Ted.
He's not going to talk.
Yeah.
I forgive you.
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