El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie

You know he's not gonna be happy.

No, I suspect he won't.

Only you can decide what's best for you, Jesse.

Not him, not me.

I'm out.

So, what are you gonna do with all that money?

Same thing I do with all the other money.

How about you, teenage retiree?

You'll be living the dream.

Not sure I should stick around town.

That's a start.

Nothing really keeping me here.

Where would you go, if you were me?

- Doesn't matter. I'm not you. - Seriously, come on.

Like, if you were my age?

Just play along. Make some conversation.

Alaska.

Yeah?

Yeah, if I were your age, starting fresh, Alaska.

It's the last frontier.

Up there, you could be anything you want.

Alaska.

Start over.

- Start fresh. - One could.

Put things right.

No.

Sorry, kid, that's the one thing you can never do.

Dude, you suck.

This thing's, like, defective and shit.

Think you got Cheeto dust in the controller.

It's a bad carpenter that blames his hammer, yo.

Whatever.

You're apex-ing too early. You're apex-ing too early.

I'm apex-ing at the apex, bitch. Don't be telling me how to drive and shit.

You couldn't drive a two-button elevator.

You couldn't drive Miss Daisy.

Whatever that means.

You couldn't drive a short bus full of slow kids to the zoo.

Yeah, because I'd be too distracted by you.

You'd be sitting up front, in your special helmet,

trying to hump my leg.

On account you couldn't drive Thelma and Louise off of that cliff.

Apex!

I can't apex more than I'm already apex-ing.

You drive like a blind guy with no legs.

- Dude, you drive like my dead grandmoms. - That's disrespectful.

Dude, you lost?

Who is it?

Jesse?

Who is it?

I gotta get that car off the street.

What the hell, yo?

Come check out what's on TV.

Man, what's wrong with you? I ain't watching no TV right now.

It's the news.

Is it true that a military-grade firearm was altered

and used to carry out this attack?

To the best of my knowledge, it was an M60 machine gun.

Yes, that's strictly a military-issue weapon.

As to where he could have obtained such a weapon

or the so-called, uh, remote control aspect of it,

anything I could say at this point would just be conjecture,

and I'm not going to engage in that.

Yes?

Could you tell us more about this person of interest?

We're hearing a lot of conflicting information,

and I'm unclear whether this person took part in the killings

or whether they were, in fact, I guess the word we keep hearing is "liberated."

Were they liberated by White from some sort of captivity?

I'm not prepared to say any more than that

they're a person of interest and they may have information relevant to this case

or other cases the DEA's investigating.

What were the motives of his captors?

Can't speculate on that at this time...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jesse! - Who's there?

Hey! It's cool, man, it's us!

It's us. It's us, Jesse, you're safe.

It's us.

My stuff's gonna fit you like a T, yo.

Not like if you had to borrow it from Sasquatch over here.

Can't help it that I'm sized for love.

Yeah, you go love all the giraffes you want, bitch.

Me and Jesse are sticking with the ladies.

Yeah, this here's barely worn. How's this working for you?

Good?

Jesse?

Right on. Get you some new clothes, then.

Shower will make you feel a whole lot better.

You look like you're hurting for one.

Church. No offense.

Got you a clean towel, the one on the right. Kind of.

And feel free to open up a new bar of Irish Spring, whatever.

It's underneath, you know,

because the old one might have, like, hairs on it and shit, and, uh...

Yo, I got Axe Body Spray. I got Obsession for Men.

I got Tommy Hilfinger.

Feel free to use any of them you want, you know? Use them all.

Obsession's the bomb, yo. I got it for him for Christmas.

Oh, uh. Hey, um...

Maybe don't, like, shave and whatnot, you know?

Be less recognizable?

Jesse, did they really...?

What?

Did they really keep you in a cage?

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

No!

- Whoa, dude, why'd you...? - Looking sharp, yo.

Yeah, looking sharp.

Feel like a new man?

Yeah. Thanks.

You want a little something to take the edge off?

No.

Why'd you, uh, turn off the TV?

News that bad?

There's just, uh... a whole lot of it.

Yeah.

I gotta get out of here.

Where to? You got a plan?

Maybe.

Hey, uh, Skinny, you got a burner you can give me?

Fully charged and clean as a whistle.

First, I gotta get rid of that car.

...connection to the victims, and his role in the brutal slayings

remains unconfirmed by federal authorities.

However, APD sources say the suspect is Jesse Bruce Pinkman,

a local man who was a student of White's before joining him in the drug trade.

Together, the two were responsible

for the largest methamphetamine manufacturing operation

in U.S. history.

Sources speculate the two had a falling out, after which it is believed

Pinkman was manufacturing the drug

- with the group holding him captive. - Go for Joe.

Police are now on the hunt for Pinkman and urging the community to remain vigilant.

They're asking anyone with information

- to contact APD or Crime Stoppers... - Yeah, I know who this is.

At this point, who doesn't?

Hey.

- Where's the victim? - Uh, it's in the back.

Look, thank you so much for doing this, Joe.

- About the money, if we could maybe... - It's on the house.

Good kid.

Least I could do.

Watch it, bitch!

You gentlemen threw me plenty of business back in the day.

I got no complaints in that department.

"Magnets!" Yeah.

That was a good one. So...

Frankly, you know, I can tell you now.

I had zero confidence that that would work. None whatsoever, but, hey, live and learn.

- What are you doing? - Writing myself a little insurance policy.

You know, strictly precautionary.

Belt and suspenders.

Okay.

All right, mind at ease, I think we're good.

All right.

Whoa.

Joe!

Joe!

Wait.

Joe, what are you doing?

Fleeing, and I suggest you do the same.

LoJack.

The company just activated it, just this minute. Talk about timing.

- Just... - Look, Johnny Law is on his way,

as in here, as in now.

So farewell, goodbye, regrets, et cetera, et cetera.

Joe!

Skinny...

I'm sorry.

Who's got the keys to that car?

Keys!

Yo. Yo, what are you doing? We gotta get this thing out of here.

Badger, give me the keys to your Fiero.

Why?

- Now you take my car. - I don't even like your car.

Drives like a dick.

Badger drives my T-bird two, 300 miles away and ditches it.

- Think you'll be heading to Mexico? - No, not Mexico.

Right on, even better. Leave it near the border.

Hide it, kind of, but, yo, don't hide it so good the cops can't find it.

Wipe it down for prints, then hitchhike back.

Do not let nobody see you in that car.

You, take Badger's Fiero.

- What about this car? - It stays right here.

Ain't like the cops don't already know where it is.

I'll tell them you dropped by,

the two of us smoked a fat bowl, traded pink slips, then you split.

I always wanted me an El Camino. And that's church, yo.

I'll pass any lie detector they give me.

It's what's happening.

You got any cash?

Yo, kick in, bitch.

I'm doing it. Jesus.

Guys, I don't know what to say.

Don't say nothing. Just go.

Seat belt. Speed limit.

You got about three hours to get this thing down south.

I'll keep my mouth shut till then,

but after that, they're gonna put an APB out on this bitch.

I'll get her there.