Breaking Bad

Previously on AMC's Breaking Bad...

So, first order of business is

to find a new place to cook.

Partnership. Three ways.

No, thanks.

These men were on payroll.

My guys are solid.

They're paid to stand up to the heat.

I am scared.

- Of what? - You.

Fring had all these secret off shore accounts.

He's not impressed, Gomie.

Perhaps he's picturing all that money going bye-bye.

Can you still get your hands on methylamine?

Maybe, why?

I reconsidered, I'm in.

Good.

- Hey, Darla. How you doing today? - Hey, Dan.

I'm looking for something in a Markowski.

That'd be, uh, Dennis Markowski?

That's the one.

Oh, and I've got my, uh, paralegal with me today.

Paralegal? Coming up in the world.

You know it.

Hey, Dennis.

Have a seat.

You hear about Chow?

Yeah, people say he skipped town.

He's dead.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't a message. It wasn't payback.

It was a mistake made by a third party

who has since been dealt with.

You got it?

- Yeah. - The second thing...

The deal you had with Fring-- it's still in place.

Okay.

Don't "okay" me.

You got something to say?

Mike, I'm keeping my mouth shut.

The laundry was right above the lab.

There's no way I could say I wasn't in on it.

I'm looking at eight years minimum.

But I'm doing my time like I'm supposed to.

I'm no rat, and you know it.

What else is there to say?

All due respect, what are we talking about here?

The deal is the deal.

How's the deal the deal?

The feds took away my hazard pay.

My wife comes to me and asks me where the mortgage is coming from.

I got nothing to tell her.

I knew the risks. We all did. But that wasn't the deal.

And I know for a fact they got Holt and Perez yesterday.

Now, it's not gonna be me, but absent the hazard pay,

sooner or later, someone's gonna flip.

No one's flipping.

Everyone gets their hazard pay, including you.

I appreciate what you're saying and all,

but the man is dead.

Okay? The lab's a hole in the ground.

- I just don't see it. - I've got something new.

It's just starting up. It's gonna make you whole.

Something new? With the feds looking at you?

- How? - "How" is my business.

Hanging tight's your business.

Your family's gonna be fine.

You will be made whole.

Now, you got my word.

You need more?

No, Mike. I'm good.

Who's next?

That's your choice.

APD's got Martinez across town.

Up in Sandoval.

The Sandia tribal cops are holding him for the feds.

And Holt and Perez are in lockup in Los Lunas.

You don't mean to get to them all today?

Yeah, I do.

Hey, let's go! Open up!

Back here!

Oh, hi. How was your day?

Um, are-- are you moving back in?

Yeah.

I'll keep the condo for now,

selling it in this market, I'd get killed.

But, yeah, I'm home.

It's time.

Do you, uh, really think that's-- that's a good idea?

Yes.

So you bring him here? Come on. The three of us? We're the three amigos!

All for one, one for all.

We don't need a fourth amigo.

Saul, Mike knows the business. He knows distributors.

- Mike's okay. - He's okay? He said he was gonna break my legs.

And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay?

'Cause he gave me the dead mackerel eyes. He meant it.

Saul, Mike threatened me. He threatened Jesse.

He probably threatened someone before breakfast this morning.

It's what he does. Come on. Grow a pair.

Let it be noted that I do this under duress.

Duly noted.

All right. Let him in, Huell.

Mike, I'm extending you the--

Uh-huh.

Now that we're all together, here are the ground rules...

Division of labor-- I handle the business.

Making the stuff-- that's your end.

I don't tell you how to mix

your chemicals and whatnot,

and you do not tell me

how to take care of business.

Is that absolutely clear?

Sure.

All right. Let's take the tour.

Hey, you're okay with that?

Yes.

He handles the business,

and I handle him.

Clearly, we're talking about renting, not buying.

You need an ongoing business--

someplace you can slide in, do your thing,

and remain anonymous.

I'm not gonna mince words.

This is your best bet.

Got machines running,

forklifts, people coming and going.

You're gonna stay way under the radar.

And the owner's solid.

He can't wait to throw up a curtain wall,

stack some boxes in front of it, give you all the space you need.

After that, he's got his business, you've got yours,

and never the twain shall meet.

It's outstanding. Am I right?

Machines like this-- gotta be plenty of power.

What about the smell?

Ah. More good news.

I've been here when it's up and running.

This place stinks already. You'll blend right in.

How many employees?

Ha. I knew you'd ask.

Sixteen illegals,

all highly motivated to stay deaf, blind and dumb.

You'll want to vet them, I'm sure.

Yes, indeed.

So what do you say, maestro?

Huh? Is it unanimous?

You know, I worked in a box factory one summer in high school,

I haven't seen one of these in years.

Trip down memory lane. That's perfect.

You know what this is?

It's a corrugator.

It uses steam and salt

to crimp kraft paper for cardboard.

And it makes a hell of * doing it, which is great, right?

No.

Steam and salt.

When this thing is running, it's like a jungle in here.

Shit. It'll ruin the product.

Well, you can't just hop down to Costco

and get a couple dehumidifiers?

What-- fine. Fine. Moving on.

Spacious, isolated location,

no humidity,

and you get all the free tortillas you want.

That's the special feature of this place.

Yeah... I don't know.

It'll make the tortillas smell like cat piss.

Somebody's bound to notice that.

All right. Well, there's gotta be some kind of workaround, right?

It's a technical problem. You guys are technical guys.

You know, be creative. Put your heads together.

Anything food-related

is gonna have unannounced government inspections.

All I'm asking is that you keep an open mind.

Dennis' already set some spaces behind these keepball games.

No.

Hell, no.

I know it's a long shot.

All I can say to recommend this one

is we're talking about an owner here who is--

how should I put it-- highly amenable.

Okay. I get it. Just say no, and we'll go get dinner.

All right. So I'll start.

No way we're cooking in here.

No space, nowhere for the smell to go.

Look at that door.

That thing rolls up, and we're open to the world.

I don't know if anybody noticed,

but there's a cop shop a quarter of a mile away.

The hammer comes down,

it's gonna be custer's last stand.

It's perfect.

What?

How are we gonna fit a lab in here?

Who said here?

A house is infested.

Termites, cockroaches, whatever.

Homeowners hire a pest control company.

Truck rolls up, homeowners leave.