Breaking Bad

Hey, guys.

So if it's okay, I was thinking about using this one for the test.

Mom's brakes are very sticky...

...and you barely press down on them and it's like a screech.

Sure.

But I'm good?

Yeah, you're great. Why?

Are my feet okay?

I looked it up. New Mexico says all I need is a note from a doctor.

I know it's not the right way and all...

...but once I get my provisional, I can keep working at it.

Well, as long as it gets you safely from point A to point B...

...then who am I to argue?

Hi.

You're a sweet girl. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.

I know.

- Here you go. - Here you go.

- All right. - Thank you.

- Got it? - Yeah.

Okay. All right.

- So 9 a.m. Saturday? - Yes, 9 a.m. Saturday.

So which means pick me up about 8:30?

- I'll be here with bells on. - What?

It's just a saying. Don't worry, I won't be wearing bells.

- Hey. - Hey, Mom.

- Hi. Do you have a minute? - Yeah.

- Could you keep an eye on your sister? - Sure.

- Thanks. - See you, Dad.

- Bye, son. Hey, good work today. - Thank you.

Have you thought anymore about what we discussed?

"Thought anymore" meaning reconsidered? No.

So show me the flaw in it.

Flaws, Skyler. Flaws. Plural, not singular.

Where do you want me to start?

Hey, I don't love this situation, all right, that you put me in.

However, let's just stick with what makes sense here.

You took the money you won gambling...

...invested it in the car wash you helped run.

You hired your wife as a bookkeeper, because she's actually a bookkeeper.

That is a story an auditor can believe. What am I missing?

You should just take this money that I give you...

...and not look too closely at it.

So, if God forbid, I get caught...

...you maintain plausible deniability.

Okay, my estranged husband who, when he was working...

...made $43,000 a year, starts shovelling money at me.

And when the police come, I'm supposed to say:

"I never thought about it, officers. Made sense to me". Really?

That, in your mind, is plausible deniability?

I tell you what, Walt...

...I'd rather have them think I'm Bonnie what's-her-name...

...than some complete idiot.

So you're promoting caution here.

And you want a believable story.

That, it seems to me, is the safest way...

...to make the best out of a very bad situation, yes.

But I'm noting a little hole in your plot though.

Why would your estranged husband be doing all this for you?

Because he loves his family and desperately wants a reconciliation...

...though it may be hopeless and futile.

Then again, he'd try anything.

I'm just not buying it. No, I think it would be better...

...if the husband were no longer estranged.

Yeah. Maybe if he were back sleeping in his own bed.

And suddenly a fantasy story.

I am at least gonna be a part of this household.

Dinner with the family every night of the week.

Not every night, no.

Six nights a week. One night off.

Dinner two nights. Not weekends.

With 24-hours' notice.

Five nights a week, with no notice.

Three. Six-hours' notice.

- Five nights a week, two hours' notice. - Four.

Don't push it.

- And I want my own key to the house. - No.

For emergencies and appearances, yes.

I am going to babysit my own daughter, help my son with his homework.

I am going to be a part of this family. That is how we'll sell your little fiction.

How about we stop somewhere afterward and get a beer?

No. Thanks, though. Maybe some other time.

Seriously.

Get a beer with me.

What?

What the hell are you doing?

That's ours, right?

Look at it and tell me if that's ours.

Yes, it's ours. Now put it away.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Where did you get that? Did you take it from the lab?

I bought it from the two guys who killed Combo.

They had Combo shot down in the street...

...and now it's our product they're selling.

Which means they work for our guy. Right?

What? No. What is that? That's hearsay. Do you have any proof?

I heard it from the sister of the kid who shot him.

Hear how I just said "kid"?

This kid, he's 11 years old.

Shot Combo on orders.

These two scumbags, they got him dealing.

They got him...

And you know he's not the first.

They use kids because hey, why not? Easy to control. Easy to fool.

All they get is juvie if they get caught.

Hearts and minds, right?

Get them young and they're yours forever.

These guys killed Combo.

They used this little kid like some puppet.

They used him to shoot my friend.

So why are you telling me this?

I need your help.

How?

- I need ricin. - Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God. - Look, these two...

- Hey. - No.

Hey, they gotta go. All right? I got the... entire thing figured out.

- No. - The delivery method, everything.

All I need from you is the poison, that's all.

- No... - Look.

- Otherwise, you don't gotta lift a finger. - No.

You don't know what you're talking about.

- Not even... - Look, you don't get how right this is?

You don't get how the whole entire world would be better off?

We're not talking about this.

I know a woman who buys from these two once or twice a week.

They sit in their car all day and they get hungry, so she brings them food...

...and they knock a few bucks off her price.

There's your delivery system right there.

- I could be a mile away. - Jesus.

A meth-head you're trusting to do this?

Know what? That meth-head stood up to your brother-in-law.

He questioned her for five hours. She didn't give it up.

Know how you know? Because you're not in prison right now.

Well, I know I would be in prison after this.

Prison or worse. And I'd be right alongside you.

No, Jesse, you cannot be serious.

This is a ridiculous idea.

It's ridiculous? What, so you're saying it's not gonna work?

How about back when it was your plan? When we were gonna use it on Tuco.

- Apples and oranges. - Guy eats ricin...

...two or three days later he gets the flu or a heart attack and he keels over.

That's what you said. Untraceable back to us.

To me.

Not even that other scumbag we work for is ever gonna figure it out.

It was a good plan back when it was Tuco, and it's a good plan now.

Tuco wanted to murder us. These guys don't.

Apples and oranges. Do I really have to sit here and explain the difference?

Combo was us, man.

He was one of us. Does that mean nothing?

Why didn't you go after these guys two or three months ago?

Because I just found out about them.

What's to find out?

It's a dispute over turf, right?

I mean, how hard could it have been for you to track them down on their turf...

...and kill them months ago?

Because back then, you were too busy getting high, feeling sorry.

Now, murder is not part of your 12-step programme.

This is not some amends that you have to make.

What you are talking about here is pointless.

This achieves nothing.

It accomplishes nothing.

If you don't see what it accomplishes...

...then there's no way I can explain it to you.

Jesse, listen to me.

You are not a murderer.

I'm not, and you're not.

It's as simple as that.

Jesse.

I'm doing it.

With or without you.

Knock, knock.

Chrissakes, Marie, you don't say "knock, knock," you... like that.

- I like saying it. - Well, that's not the rules.

- Okay? - You knock your way, I'll knock mine.

But look, see? I win.

Not so fast.

Christ, again? That's three in a row.

Got a fricking Paul Newman over here?

- Been playing cards with your dad? - No. Why?

How is your old man?

Back teaching?

No. I don't think either of them are working...

...right now. - How they swinging that?

- I don't know. - Hey...

...did you know the doctors told your Uncle Hank...

...he can get out of here anytime he wants?

Oh, yeah? That's great.

- Yeah, I'm not so sure about that. - Why not?

What? That's what they said.

Because they want the room.

They hit the sheets with Lysol, reset the meter...

...and wheel the next slob in. We went over this, Marie. Drop it.

Are you not well enough?

Jesus, kid, you too? Do I look well enough?

I'm shitting in pans, peeing in pitchers.

I can't move my legs. Got it?

So people in wheelchairs should be in hospitals?

What about people on crutches? Maybe I should be in here too.

- Is that what you're trying to say? - Exactly. Deal, you little prick.

Bitch.