Previously on AMC's Breaking Bad...
Okay, boys! Take it all. Let's get everything.
Put out the lighter.
He can't keep getting away with it!
He won't. Do you really want to burn him down?
Let's do it together. I put a wire on you, let him explain.
If I go to this plaza, I'm a dead man.
Next time I'm gonna get you where you really live.
Jesse, listen...
Todd, I think I might have another job for your uncle.
So, how big's the batch?
Should be about 50 pounds, give or take.
Uncle Jack, that mask...
I think you should...
Mr. White says the fumes aren't good to breathe.
Let me worry about what I breathe, kid.
Just hurry this up so I can grab a smoke.
76%. [Chuckles]
- Nice going, nephew. - Thanks, Uncle Jack.
Where is the blue?
Where's the what?
The blue color.
Does it come later, when this hardens?
Where is it?
I am correct in assuming this should be blue?
See, I'm thinking the headline here should be "76%."
Yeah. Whole lot more than it was.
That dude who looked like Wolverine-- he couldn't crack 70.
Fine. Yes,
percentage-wise, it's marginally improved.
And congratulations, Todd.
But blue is our brand. All over Europe,
it's what our buyers pay top dollar for.
If we're down a bit in purity from the Heisenberg days,
maybe they'll let us slide on that,
but not if it's not blue.
I don't know. To my eye,
it's kind of blue.
Yeah, a little.
It's blue-ish.
[Jack] Todd, you're the chef. What do you think?
Yeah, kinda...
If it catches the light just right,
I could see how you'd think
there's a touch of blue,
blue-green in there.
[Snaps fingers] Aquamarine.
Hell, we'll put food coloring in it.
Make it any damn shade you want.
- Yeah. Like they do farm-raised salmon. - Yeah.
Jesus, you ever see how pink they make that crap?
Like, flamingo pink.
It sure as hell don't come out the ocean lookin' like that.
All right. Let's make some money.
- Here you go, Ms. Quayle. - Lydia.
Thank you.
Is the tea okay? I made it just like you asked.
Mm-hmm.
You sure? If it's too weak or something,
I can go put another bag in it.
I'm sure.
Look, about the product...
I'm really sorry about the color.
For a minute or two, it just got a few degrees too hot
in the mixing kettle, I think.
I might've just cooked the color right out of it.
You burned it, like a cake.
Yeah, sort of, I guess.
But the point is I think I can fix it,
and I think I can bring the purity up too.
I mean, I'm doing everything
just like Mr. White taught me, so...
You know, it's bound to get better, right?
I appreciate you making every possible effort,
because, as you know,
my buyers expect a certain threshold,
a continuity.
Yeah. Yeah. Totally.
Uh, about your buyers...
I could ask my uncle to smooth things over with them,
if... you want.
I'll pass. Thanks.
I've put a lot of faith in your abilities, Todd.
I believe in you.
Please do make the cook better.
It's very important to me.
I've got a flight to catch.
[Phone ringing]
[Beeps]
Hello.
Hey. It's Walt.
Hey, Mr. White. How you doing?
I'm okay.
I, uh...
Todd, I think I might have
another job for your uncle.
Oh, okay. Uh, you want me to set up a meeting?
I-- Yes. Please. Let's do that.
Any heads-up I should give him, like, um,
which jail, how many targets, stuff like that?
- Mr. White? - Just one target.
Not currently in jail.
Jesse Pinkman.
You got it.
[Beeps]
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I'm surprised you didn't strangle him.
So, now what? Book him?
I'm sure the AUSA have plenty to say on how to play him against Walt.
Knowing what we know about how Walt deals with rats behind bars? No...
Yeah. Punk has to be safer with the Marshals watching his back
than out here where it's open season.
Mmmh...
What does that mean? What are you thinking?
Kid's got an idea.
What kid? That kid? Timmy Dipshit there?
The one that screwed up our sting? Oh, I'm all ears.
Just, uh, hear him out, will ya?
Okay, genius, what's the idea?
You guys need evidence to put him away,
only he's too smart to leave any out there, right?
So you say.
Well, I know some evidence
that greedy asshole would never destroy.
His money.
- You know where he keeps his money? - No.
But I know someone who might.
Oh, hey. How'd it go?
Trailed him out to the dog house, picked him up there.
Seemed to be looking for someone.
Had a lot of questions.
No calls, though, right? You got his phone?
Yeah.
He's on ice?
The safe house off Rio Bravo.
I got Van Oster babysitting him.
Yeah, and what about Van Oster? Did he have any questions?
Probably, but he knows better than to ask.
Good job.
I gotta tell you this up front, Hank.
If this guy decides that he wants to lawyer up,
I don't care if you are my boss,
I'm gonna put a stop to this.
He won't lawyer up.
[Sighs]
What the hell, man?
Ugh.
You're up.
[Knock on door]
Hey, there. You mind taking it outside for a minute?
- No, sir. You got it. - All right. Thanks.
Huell Babineaux.
Know who I am?
I'll take that as a yes.
Uh, thanks for your patience.
Uh, as, uh, Agent Gomez said,
you're-- you're not under arrest.
Why am I here?
Well, you're here, uh, for your own protection, sir.
How you figure that?
Well, we both know how dangerous my brother-in-law can be.
Nice poker face.
Look, uh, relax.
There's not much new you can tell me about Walter White.
Multiple murders,
uh, ties to a white power prison gang,
ran the largest meth racket in the entire Southwest.
I'm not asking, you're not answering.
Whoop-de-doo. Let's cut to the chase.
We have a wire on Walt's phone.
We intercepted a call between him
and a certain Saul Goodman, esquire.
You know, your employer.
Anyway, in the call, uh, Walt said that he was going to, quote,
"Take care of one Jesse Pinkman," unquote,
and that you were next on the hit list.
That's why you're here.
Bullshit. That don't make no sense.
We got the recording. I can-- I can let you hear it.
Your associate, Goodman's fixer-- What's his name?
Some carrottop named Patrick Kuby.
Boston PD ran him out of Beantown a few years back.
Came out here for the sunshine.
Yeah. Walt said he was gonna do this Kuby guy the same way he does you.
In fact, Kuby's already missing.
Sorry to say, things are looking grim
for your-- your redheaded buddy.
Believe us, don't believe us. Suit yourself.
Whatever you do, I would not call Goodman.
He sold you down the river big-time.
- The hell you talkin' about? - Oh, don't take it personally.
Goodman's next on the chopping block if he doesn't do what White says.
And to be fair, your, uh, circus clown of a boss
did try to spare you for all of, what,
about 15 seconds [Chuckles]
Before he decided to help Walt track you down.
You see, Goodman's got a trace on your phone,
and as soon as you call him,
uh, Walt's gonna find out where you're hiding out.
And then it's just a matter of time before you end up like this.
[Scoffs] Oh, man. Oh, man.
I swear to God, I didn't know he was gonna kill the man.
I didn't know he was gonna kill him. I didn't know.
- Relax. - I didn't know he was gonna kill him.
If we thought you did, you'd be in lockup
for conspiracy to commit murder
instead of here, under our protection.
So just tell us everything you know about White
so we can get him before he gets you.
Why would he wanna kill me?
- I ain't do nothin' to him. - Who knows with this guy?
From what he said to Goodman, it may have something to do
with him trying to tie up loose ends
regarding his poisoning some kid named Brock.
Or maybe it's 'cause you know where his money is.
I don't know where his money is.
That ain't what we heard.
Well, you ain't listening to the people in the know.
Me and Kuby rented a van for the dude,
loaded his cash up in a self-storage unit,
handed over the keys to him at Goodman's.
And who knows where he took it from there?
A van, huh? How much money we talking?
Seven barrels' worth.
Seven barrels?
When you-- you say "barrels,"
you mean barrels barrels?
Barrels, man. You know,
plastic, black, 55-gallon type.
I got 'em at Home Depot.
Filled up every last damn one of 'em too.
And, uh, where did you rent the van?
Lariat.
The one on Candelaria and Monroe.
- Lariat on Candelaria? - Yeah!
Kuby rented the van.
Mr. White dropped it off.
He had us wash it good before Kuby took it back.
Wash the rental? Why?
It was filthy, man, like he had went off road with it.
After we had hosed it down, he grabbed a shovel out the back,
handed over the key, and that was it.
That's all I know.
All right, uh, Mr. Babineaux.
Agent Gomez and I
are going to, uh, do everything we can
to find the son of a bitch.
Meantime, like I said, you're free to go.
But if I were you, I wouldn't take one step out that door.
[Gomez] Right. And remember, no phone calls.
Oh, almost forgot.
Uh, I took the liberty of removing the battery
so Walt can't, uh, track you by GPS.
So don't put that back in.
Agent Van Oster will stay here with you.
You're in good hands. He's our best man with a gun.
Uh, however, don't discuss the case with him,
because the less you distract him,
the better he can protect you.
How long you gonna be?
As long as it takes to keep you safe.
[Jack] So just one guy this time.
Not even in lockup.
Some former partner, Todd says?
Yeah.
So what are we talking, rat patrol?
"Rat p--"
No, no.
"Rat patrol"? No. No, he's not a rat.
He's just...
He-- he just...
won't listen to reason.
- Okay. - He's just angry.
He's not a rat.
All right.
Angry, non-rat. Got it.
How angry we talkin', by the way?
Like, Hulk angry?
Like, "Rambo James Bond badass" individual?
Not something you'd do yourself, huh?
Jesse is like family to me.
Look, I want what you do to be quick
and painless.
No suffering, no fear.
Bullet to the back of the head. Something he doesn't see coming.
I respect that.
There's too many savages out there.
Let's just talk about the money.
[Chuckling] No, we don't want your money.
We want you to cook for us.
[Scoffs]
You know I'm out of the business.
Just a couple times to tutor my nephew here, that's all.
Get him on track to bringing the purity up.
Get the color right too.
Apparently that blue touch you put on it--
it's all the craze with those Slavic types.
So I'm told.
No. Absolutely not.
Look, what was the price per head last time? I'll triple it.
That's a drop in the bucket compared to what we aim to earn from the blue stuff.
Don't skimp on family. That's what I always say.
You want us to do this job?
Do it right? That's the price.
One cook...
after the job is done.
Time is of the essence. Do you understand?
We'll do him tonight if you want.
Just tell me where he is.
I don't know where he is,
but I know how to flush him out.
You want String Cheese or Yogurt Squeezers
with your PBJ?
Both.
- I didn't hear you. - Both, please.
[Knock on door]
Hold on, honey.
Hi, Andrea.
I don't know if you remember me.
I'm Walter White, Jesse's friend.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. Hi.
Yeah. Oh, hi. Hi.
I'm sorry to just barge in on you like this,
but, uh, I was hoping that I could have a moment to talk with you.
It's about Jesse.
Um, okay. Sure. But I'm sort of rushing around right now.
You wanna talk inside while I get my boy ready for school?
Uh, well, yeah. If it's--
if it's okay, yeah, sure.
Thank you.
You met Brock before, right?
Yes. Yes, I have. At Jesse's.
How you doing, Brock?
Brock, he asked you a question.
- I'm good. - Good.
Froot Loops.
That's good stuff.
[Quietly] So... Jesse.
Yeah. I--
I don't wanna alarm you,
but I've-- I've been trying to reach him for days.
I've stopped at his house.
I've left all kinds of messages on his voicemail,
and he won't return my calls.
I can't find him anywhere.
Have you heard from him?
No, not since the last time he called to check on Brock.
That was-- I don't know--
two weeks ago, maybe.
Andrea...
Jesse's using again,
and I-- I--
I have a bad feeling about this.
Have you tried calling the police?
Or, um-- a better idea.
Jesse's lawyer's name is Saul Goodman. I have his card somewhere.
I mean, he may have ways of finding Jesse
without, you know, getting him in trouble.
"Better Call Saul." Yeah. I-- I did that.
He was able to verify that Jesse's not locked up.
But otherwise, very little help.
See, the thing is
is that Jesse and I had this argument recently.
And I-- I won't bore you with the details, but, uh,
he's-- he's--
he's pretty upset with me, and, uh--
and I'm hoping that's the reason he hasn't called me back
instead of...
him being...
Well...
Well, I'll try him right now.
I mean, if that's it-- he's mad at you,
maybe I'll have better luck. [Phone beeps]
That would be such a help. Yes. [Dialing phone number]
What, um-- what-- what number are you, uh, calling him on?
- Um, his cell. - Ah. Yeah. You know,
he recently gotten a new one.
And there. That--
that's his new number there-- the highlighted one.
Jesse, hey, it's Andrea.
Your friend Walter just dropped by.
He's here at the house with me and Brock right now.
We, uh-- we're thinking of you.
Call me back as soon as you get this message, okay?
I really need to hear from you.
It's important.
Thank you, Andrea.
I appreciate that.
Well, I better-- I better be going.
Oh, you're welcome to stay a few minutes to see if he calls back.
No. No, no. You're trying to get your son off to school.
Listen, if he does happen to call back, would you call me?
Better yet--
I've got your number. I'll call you back, okay?
And... thank you.
See ya, Brock.
[Door opens]
[Phone beeps]
[Automatic dialing]
[Phone buzzes, beeps]
We on?
Yes. It should be any time now.
Copy that.
Remember, fast and painless. And take him away from here.
I don't want the mother or the boy to know.
You got it.
[Beeping]
[Beeps]
Jesse, hey, it's Andrea.
Your friend Walter just dropped by.
He's here at the house with me and Brock right now.
We, uh-- we're thinking of you.
Call me back as soon as you get this message, okay?
I really need to hear from you.
It's important.
[Beeps]
Nice try, asshole.
How'd it go at the rental place?
Van have GPS?
No GPS. Nope.
They used to have GPS until about six months ago,
when the ACLU or somebody sued them,
and they had to get rid of it.
[Sighs]
Well, that's it. Game over.
Yo, man, you can't just give up on this.
- Who said we're giving up? [Gomez] - What do you got?
Just thinking about what Babineaux said
about the van being dirty
and the shovel that Walt had with him.
I'll bet you 10-to-1 he buried that money.
No kidding. So what?
There's a whole lot of desert out there.
How are we gonna find the right spot?
You said it yourself, there's no GPS on the van.
Yeah. But Walt doesn't know that.
All right.
Here's your change.
- Oh, um, count it out, please. - Here.
Uh, three. That makes 15.
Plus five. That is 20.
Give this to your car wash professional.
Thank you.
[Whispers] Say it.
Have an A-1 day.
Oh, you too.
- Good. - Why-- why do I--
why do I gotta say that?
Because it reinforces our brand.
So, getting the hang of it?
It's, uh-- it's-- it's pretty basic.
Mom, it's Saturday.
Can-- can I go?
- Go where? - Home.
Um, pick up a few things, maybe chill for a little bit.
I'm sure the smell is gone by now.
Why don't you just stick around here for a while longer, all right?
- I need you. - Hi.
Uh, who do I give this to?
Um, you know what? I'll take care of it.
Excuse me, son.
That'll be 14.97, please.
[Cash register beeps, whirrs] [Clears throat]
[Beeping]
Hey. How you doin'?
Y-you're on our billboard. You're--
- you're the lawyer guy. Yeah. - "Better call Saul!"
[Mutters]
[Dollar bills rustling] [Skyler clears throat]
[Coins clinking] Okay.
So, three makes 15, and 20, 25, 30,
35, 40, and ten makes 50.
[Cash drawer closes] Thank you.
I like your commercial.
What-- what happened to your face?
Uh, this is a-- I guess you'd call it an occupational hazard.
Okay, so thank you, and please give that to your car wash professional.
Very good. Thank you very much. Good to meet you.
- Yeah. - Don't drink and drive.
But if you do, call me. [Chuckles]
Have an A-1 day.
Mom, you, um-- you forgot to say it.
Yeah. Yeah, I did. Okay.
Make sure you get in there between the cushions, all right?
That's it. Way in there. Attaboy.
What the hell you doing here?
I swear to God, the kid left so much booger powder in there,
my Caddy is a K-9 unit's wet dream.
Is your phone broken? All 200 of them?
Huell's gone.
Huell's gone where?
No idea. AWOL.
Nobody's seen him. He's not answering his phone.
So what about Jesse?
He hasn't shown up yet.
He will, Saul. He's probably high as a kite somewhere
and hasn't gotten our message yet.
Or he got it loud and clear and figured out it's a setup.
The kid is not as dumb as you think.
Are you wearing a bulletproof vest?
Did you miss the part about my bodyguard has gone missing?
Look, I had him watching the dog house,
figuring the kid might show up for a fix.
Next thing I know, radio silence.
You're the math whiz. Add up two and two.
Jesse is not on some killing spree.
It's me he wants.
It's just me.
Then where the hell's Huell?
Any news?
Not yet, but soon. I promise.
- Have an A-1 day. - Okay.
Next--
inventory lists.
(Skyler speaks indistinctly)
...uh, ten pine-scented air fresheners.
You mark "ten" under this column,
and then you subtract ten from the actual stock column here.
Okay? Why don't you try that?
[Phone beeps]
[Ringing]
[Beeps]
Jesse?
Got my photo, bitch?
That barrel look familiar?
'Cause I just found six more exactly like it.
That big bastard who works for Goodman--
I pistol-whipped that melon he calls a head
till he gave up what he knew,
which led me to your rental van,
which, it turns out, had GPS.
How do you like that, genius?
Guess you didn't think of everything.
Look, Jesse, I don't know what you plan on doing here, but--
Well, I'll give you a hint, Walt.
It involves a couple of five-gallon cans
of gasoline and a lighter.
No, no, no, no, no! Jesse, please, listen to me.
No, you listen to me, bitch!
You get your ass out here as fast as you can.
Yes, I'm coming! Okay? Okay!
And don't even think about calling anyone for help, all right?
You hang up on me, put me on hold,
I lose 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?
I get it. I get it. Okay.
All right. Well, you better hurry,
'cause I'm burning ten grand a minute
till you get here, starting right now.
I said I'm coming! Don't you touch my money!
Fire in the hole, bitch.
There goes ten G's.
Aw, nice orange flames. 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.
Oh, you're gonna talk about kids.
You're seriously gonna go there?
I am sorry about Brock.
- No, you're not. - I am.
You're not, but you're gonna be.
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? - I know you're a lying,
evil scumbag, that's what I know.
Manipulating people, [Tires screeching]
- messing with their heads. - 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!
Jesse...
Jesse!
Jesse, talk to me.
Jesse!
Jesse, I didn't hang up! Jesse!
Jesse?
Jesse, I'm here. Where are you?
[Shuts engine off]
[Door alarm dinging]
[Dinging stops]
Son of a bitch.
[Grunts]
Son of a bitch!
[Coughing, panting]
[Coughing]
[Coughing continues]
No. No. No, no, no.
[Coughing, panting]
[Grunts]
Come on, come on.
Yes.
[Buzzing] [Clears throat]
[Beeps] Yeah?
It's me. I've got Jesse in sight,
and he's coming for me right now.
He knows I'm alone.
I'm guessing he's got backup.
- How many guys? - I don-- I-- I don't know.
- Where are you? - Tohajiilee.
Indian reservation, west of town.
- Get a pen. - Go.
Okay.
"34, 59, 20,
106, 36, 52."
Those are coordinates.
If you want me around to cook for you,
- you get here right now. - You got it.
As fast as you can. Okay. Wait.
They're coming.
It looks like there could be three men total.
Wait a minute.
What? What is it?
[Hank] Stay in the car.
[Whispers] - Oh, my God. - Walter, what is it?
Walter, you still there?
Walter!
Walter, you got eyes on him?
What do you see?
Walter, talk to me.
Forget it.
Don't come.
What do you mean, "Don't come"?
It's off.
Do not come.
[Beeps]
[Hank] Walt!
Come on out!
Walt!
I know you're out here!
It's over!
Walt!
Come on out, Walt!
Got him.
Drop it!
Hands up!
Walk towards me slowly!
Stop.
Turn around.
Lace your fingers behind your head.
Walk backwards to me.
Stop.
Get on your knees.
[Holstering gun]
[Chuckles softly]
[Grunts]
[Beeps]
How'd you like my barrel photo, huh?
Took it in the backyard by the barbecue grill.
You know, where we used to cook out with the family.
Gomie thought the dirt might not match. But me?
I bet your greedy ass would be so worked up
about the prospect of losing your cash
that you wouldn't catch it.
Looks like I was right.
He's clean.
Yo, I remember this place.
The very first place we cooked, like, ever.
[Chuckles]
It is, isn't it?
Hey, uh, what say you save us the busywork, Walt,
and point out the spot where you buried your money?
No?
No matter.
I'll get a search team out here. We'll find it.
Agent Gomez, shall we flip a coin for the honors?
No way, man. It's all yours.
All right.
Walter White,
you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to speak to an attorney
and have an attorney present during any questioning.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you at the government's expense.
Do you understand these rights as I have just recited them to you?
Coward.
[Grunts, yells]
[Yelling] Back off! Back off!
Get over here! Get over here!
- Get in the truck! - Bring it, bitch!
- Put him in the car! - Come on!
Get in the car! Hurry up! Get in.
Get in the car, kid. Come on.
[Car door opens]
Gonna take him down for booking, okay?
I think you should stay here till I come back with a search team.
You got it. I'd take the kid with me,
[Chuckling] but they'd probably kill each other on the way.
- Congratulations, buddy. - Hey.
I'll call the Tribal Police on the way out, let 'em know we're here.
Gonna make a phone call.
[Beeps, automatic dialing]
[Phone ringing]
[Beeps]
Hank, why is there what looks like brains in our garbage can?
Hey, baby. I got him.
Dead to rights.
You got Walt?
Yeah.
I got him in handcuffs as we speak.
Want me to wave to him for you? Huh?
[Chuckles] Well, he's not, uh--
he's not feeling too friendly.
Oh, my God.
You did it.
Thank God.
Things are gonna be
a little rough for the next couple weeks, but they'll get better.
Baby, you okay?
[Sniffles]
I'm much better now.
I gotta go.
It may be awhile before I get home.
I love you.
I love you too.
[Beeps]
[Exhales forcefully]
Who the hell is this?
Tribal Police?
Hank! Hank! Hank!
No--
Police! Drop your weapons!
Jack, don't do it! [Panting]
Jack!
Drop... your... weapons!
You heard the man! Put 'em down!
[Jack] How do we know you're cops?
Show us some ID!
Damn straight! Let's see some badges!
Jack!
Jack, don't do it! Jack!
No, Jack! It's off! Jack!
[Jack] We'll give ourselves up if you show us some badges!
Simple as that!
How 'bout it?
[Walt] No!
Jack!
Jack, it's off!
Forget it!
Jack!
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