Breaking Bad

You can come on out.

It's an actual store.

Mm-hmm.

I guess I figured Vacuum Cleaner Repair

was a term of art.

If you would step right here on this blue spot.

Leave your luggage where it is for the moment.

That good?

Sure.

What about this?

I'll Photoshop that out.

Oh, Nebraska. What's in Nebraska?

You. From now on.

It's gonna take me some time

to get your new situation fixed.

Until then, you're gonna be staying here.

I got a place downstairs, out of sight.

It's not the Ritz-Carlton,

but it's comfortable enough for short-term.

How short-term?

Considering you got your face up on buses and billboards all over town,

I'm thinking, uh, two days.

Maybe three.

Only thing is,

and I don't like to do this,

but, uh, you'll have a bunk mate.

Oh, yeah? He's still here?

For the moment.

He's a special case. Gonna take some doing.

How's he holding up?

You be the judge.

We will find Hank.

Steve too.

They're out there, and we're gonna find them.

You have my word.

Sir.

Call it in, get her out of here. Move.

I, uh, get to his door,

and I could hear music inside.

Like squeaky voices.

And I thought, you know,

maybe, uh...

I knocked on his door.

The music stopped, and then he was right there.

When he saw the gun, he thought...

Hey, Kenny.

Does this pussy cry through the entire thing?

Just watch.

Kept saying that...

You know, "You don't have to do this."

His eyes were so big.

Such a bitch. He won't quit.

High-fiving, because it worked,

then, you know, we turn around,

and there is this kid

on a dirt bike, looking at us.

Drew Sharp.

That kid that went missing up in White Horse.

It's him.

And then out of nowhere,

Todd, that opie, dead-eyed piece of shit,

pulls out a gun and shoots the kid.

This is Todd Alquist we're talking about?

He killed Drew Sharp?

Boom. Like it was nothing.

Hey, Uncle Jack. Hold up.

I think we should keep him for a while,

get a couple of cooks under our belt.

You seriously giving me this turn-the-other-cheek crap?

He ratted you out. Personally.

We still got 600 gallons of me thy la mine.

Meth? Who gives a shit about meth?

We won the lottery here.

We've got all the money in the world.

You're talking to me about selling crank?

I mean, this is millions, Uncle Jack.

No matter how much you got,

how do you turn your back on more?

You little...

son of a bitch.

It's that Lydia woman.

You're sweet on her, you little bastard.

Hey, Kenny, you believe this?

Hey, it's all about this right here, huh?

Come on.

You can do better.

I mean, that one's so uptight,

she's probably got a wood chipper for a coochie.

You stick it in down there,

you're pulling back a stump.

Ah, what the hell.

Heart wants what the heart wants, right?

Let's go back and watch some more

of that crybaby rat, huh?

How thick is it?

This is mild steel?

Uh-huh.

Uh, no, this would be cash.

What?

Nothing.

Hey, 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.

I'm gonna hate myself for asking,

but, uh, who are we hitting?

Jack Welker. And his men.

They murdered Hank. They stole my life's work.

I don't know any hit men.

You know a guy who knows a guy.

Just get me the contacts. Anybody in that world.

I'm paying top dollar. We'll find them.

You mind if I give you a nickel's worth of advice?

Just for old time's 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.

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.

No, no, no. Go ahead.

Get it off your chest.

Go on.

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.

There's no point. She knows nothing.

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?

Money's no problem.

Well, I don't mean to contradict you,

but getting it to her, impossible.

The feds are just praying that you'll make contact.

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.

So you propose what?

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 the Metropolitan Detention Center.

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.

God, you think I want to run?!

This is 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 gonna take back what is mine

and give it to my children.

And then, and only then...

Am I through.

Do you understand?

Everything good?

Define "good."

You're set. Time to go.

You'll be a little longer.

I'm still working on transportation.

Change of plans.

He's coming with me.

No. No, that's not...

We're going together. I can use him.

I'll give you two a minute.

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 douche bag with a job