Breaking Bad

Guys, come on, talk to me!

Habla, por favor?

Yo soy abogado!

Abogado! Abogado!

Oh. Crap, you already knew that.

Jesus, fellas?

There's a better way to do this!

Hello?

Ohh. Why are we-- why are we going off-road?

Ohh! Ohh!

Whatever this is, can we please, don't do it in the desert?

Anywhere but the desert!

Oh! Oh, God, I'm gonna be sick.

Ahh. Ahh.

This, we can-- we can fix this.

Whatever the problemo, we can fix it with dinero.

Mucho dinero.

Mucho, mucho, mucho dinero.

Come on, please.

One of you, just you talk.

Habla.

Come on, before mistakes are made.

Come on, talk to me, guys, huh?

Please, come on, just tell me what you want!

Geez!

Whoa!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

No! It wasn't me!

It was Ignacio! He's the one!

You can't put seeds and stems in the sink.

Put what or what?

Seeds and stems.

You can't put them down the drain.

Uh, we didn't do that.

Then what's this?

Regular sink stuff.

Listen, if you're gonna do this shit,

at least flush it down the toilet, not the sink.

W-What're you, my mom?

We don't have drugs here.

Uh-huh.

You don't believe us.

She doesn't believe us.

You sleep past noon, you don't seem to have regular employment.

Plus, your whole place smells like a skunk's butthole.

Also, your sink is full of stems and seeds.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, narca,

we're not doing drugs,

so stop trying to cast, y'know...

aspersions.

Narca?

Yeah. "Narca."

The feminine version of "narco."

Conjugate much?

I gotta go.

Just leave the plunger outside the door when you're done.

But, uh, it's still clogged, dude.

You do it, dude.

Hold up, where you goin'?

Yo, lady, we pay rent.

You can do it.

It's a simple up and down motion,

like you're used to.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Yeah.

Oh, good. You're there. Great.

Great.

Unencumbered by curious eyes and ears, I'm guessing.

Wouldn't have picked up otherwise.

Right.

Excellent.

Um, okay. Well, then.

Lay it on me.

First things first.

No. I... I believe we agreed "after."

I'm hanging up.

Okay! Okay, then!

Geez, I...

Okay, if you're... if you're facing the phone,

turn right 90 degrees and, uh, walk straight.

You'll see some pieces of broken concrete in the dirt.

Just pull back the one that's kinda shaped like New Jersey.

New Jersey?

Alfred Hitchcock in a fez.

Whatever.

Just pull that one back,

and you'll see a, um, soda can tab.

It's got a fishing line tied to it.

Follow that line,

it'll take you to an old water line,

and just keep pulling the string,

and you'll get what I promised.

Okay.

Great. Was it all there?

I mean, the rats didn't eat it or anything?

It's all here.

Okay, well, uh, tell me, how hot?

How hot?

Yeah.

Well... I still get followed.

Not as often as when the shit first hit the fan,

but I still see them.

My mail gets opened.

My phone at home clicks whenever I use it.

So the maestro buying the farm, it didn't change anything?

No. If anything, it made it worse.

Skyler White got her deal.

So the only ones left to go after

are you and Pinkman.

And I heard they found his car down by the border,

so, adios, dopehead.

Oh, so they're still into me.

Well...

Hey, what do you know about the nail salons?

Nail salons are gone.

Wha-- Gone? All of them?

Yep.

What about the vending machines?

- Gone. - Jesus!

Ah, don't tell me... Laser tag?

Feds found it all, Saul.

But how?

It was shells within shells!

Damn it!

Damn it, okay...

Okay.

Hey, oh, what if--

Let's say there was an overseas account,

um, Antigua and Barbuda--

Tigerfish Corporation?

- What? - Tigerfish Corporation?

$850k? I gave it to the feds.

You did what? Why would you do that?

Time has expired.

God damn it!

- Please deposit... - You-- You put my name

on the board of a fictional corporation.

I had to give it up. I didn't really have a choice.

A-And a heads up would've been nice, by the way.

So it's gone?

It's all gone?

Those sons of bitches took everything.

Except what you took with you.

And I'm guessing that wasn't chump change.

Yeah. Well...

Well.

Guess that's it. - Wait, wait, wait.

Come on, I just put more quarters in.

Can't you just, I don't know,

gimme the lowdown.

There's nothing else.

Well, that's not true.

After all this time? Come on.

Just fill me in.

What-- Um, how's Kuby?

No idea.

All right, how about Huell?

Huell.

I guess back home in New Orleans.

DEA held him under false pretenses or something,

so last I heard, he walked.

Good. Um, how about Danny?

Or, uh, or Ira?

I mean, any word on those two guys?

They have Internet where you are?

Well, just, come on, give me something.

There's gotta be some news.

Uh, remember Bill Oakley?

He switched sides.

He came out, huh?

No, he's not gay.

He's a defense attorney now.

Huh.

Well, I mean, what about you?

How are you doin'?

Oh, I'm just great.

Prince Rainier proposed.

The private jet is taking us to the palace on Thursday.

Yeah. Okay.

Well, I guess that's it, then.

I did get one call.

After everything went down.

Kim.

Checking in on me.

No kidding?

Mm-hmm.

Your name came up.

Asked if you were alive.

She asked about me?

What did you tell her?

Nothing.

But she asked?

Yep.

Oh, okay. Well...

Uh, I guess...

this is goodbye.

Hello? Hello?

Hi, I need a number in Florida.

Titusville.